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After exiting Yan Di's place, Feng Yunsheng instantly let out a long breath, even patting her chest somewhat exaggeratedly.
Yan Zhaoge was all smiles as he watched from the side. Noticing his gaze, Feng Yunsheng naturally knew what he meant as she said exasperatedly, "You are our Chief after all, also the current number one expert of the Eight Extremities World. Let alone ordinary people, even other Martial Saints would not be able to compare to that formless aura of yours. It is very normal for me to be like this."
"Oh?" Yan Zhaoge didn't say anything more. He just looked at her and laughed non-stop.
Feng Yunsheng felt helpless. Her shoulders slumped a little, "It's mainly because of your father …"
Yan Zhaoge smiled, "An ugly daughter-in-law still has to meet her parents-in-law."
Feng Yunsheng chuckled, staring at Yan Zhaoge, "I'm very ugly?"
Yan Zhaoge smacked his lips, "Not ugly, of course not ugly …"
Feng Yunsheng had just nodded satisfactorily when she heard Yan Zhaoge continue, "It's just that his face is a little rounder, his ears a little bigger, his eyebrows a little stiffer, his height a little shorter …"
"En, en, that's right, that's right," Feng Yunsheng looked askance at Yan Zhaoge, nodding exasperatedly.
She did not have an oval face like Meng Wan and Sikong Qing, but rather had a goose egg face. Although it was not a round face, it looked somewhat plump.
Feng Yunsheng practiced martial arts all day long, so her body was always well-proportioned. However, if an ordinary person were to get fat, the first thing that would happen to them would be their face.
Her facial features were soft and beautiful. At first glance, she wasn't as eye-catching as Meng Wan and Sikong Qing, but she belonged to the type that was more enduring the more one looked at her. She had a unique charm.
However, compared to other women, her eyebrows were a bit harder and thicker. Coupled with her resolute gaze, it caused her entire person to be full of heroic spirit, diluting the gentle beauty of her facial features by a bit.
The only blemish was that his ears were a little too big.
Feng Yunsheng usually let her hair down and draped over her shoulders and back, intentionally or unintentionally covering her ears.
Although she was bright and generous, she also loved beauty.
As for her short stature, this was purely Yan Zhaoge's fault.
Feng Yunsheng's height was above average amongst females. Still, being under Fu Enshu's tutelage, she was indeed slightly shorter than Sikong Qing and Yin Liuhua, being even shorter than her Master Fu Enshu.
Having been picked out by Yan Zhaoge, Feng Yunsheng could not help but roll her eyes.
Looking at her smilingly, Yan Zhaoge finally said, "… But, I just like those with rounder faces, bigger ears, stiffer eyebrows and slightly shorter stature. A certain someone fits the bill perfectly, not the slightest bit off."
Feng Yunsheng imitated him and spread her hands. "This is really fortunate. Otherwise, no one in this world would want me."
Smiling, Yan Zhaoge took out a long, thin cloth belt and walked close to Feng Yunsheng.
My. I, Yan, Feng Feng, Feng, Feng, "Feng, Feng, Feng Feng, Feng, Feng Feng, Feng, Feng Feng.
"I have my own," As Feng Yunsheng said this, Yan Zhaoge had already tied her hair into a ponytail.
Looking at Feng Yunsheng's exposed ears, Yan Zhaoge smiled, "Covering them up is not worth it. Do you know? With your hair tied behind your head, you look even more beautiful, with a childlike face and a youthful appearance, you look like you're sixteen or seventeen."
Feng Yunsheng didn't know whether to laugh or to cry, "You mean that I'm already an old lady?"
Yan Zhaoge tied up her hair, "I'm just joking with you. Martial practitioners of my generation, having reached a certain cultivation level, are all able to retain their youthful looks, even regaining their youth. Still, believe me, you are indeed better looking like this. Your other advantages are all more evident. As for your ears being exposed, it's actually not that big of a deal."
Looking quietly at Yan Zhaoge, Feng Yunsheng tilted her head slightly, her gaze gentle as she smiled after a long time, "Alright, I'll listen to you."
Hands on his hips, Yan Zhaoge appraised her before finally smiling satisfactorily, "Mm, perfect."
"Senior … senior apprentice-brother Yan?" Now, a somewhat surprised yet somewhat hesitant voice resounded from the side.
Swivelling his head, Yan Zhaoge saw a youth standing by the side of the road.
"Oh, junior apprentice-brother Lan?" While they had not seen each other for quite some time, Yan Zhaoge still recognised the other party with a single glance. It was one of the members of the group he had led to temper in the Sealing Dragon Abyss of the Eastern Tang that year. His name was Lan Wenyan.
Back in the Eastern Tang, because he had spoken up for Yan Zhaoge, he had been heavily injured by Ye Jing. Luckily, after returning to the Mountain to recuperate, he had finally gradually recovered.
Many years had passed since then, and the Martial Artist of that year had already reached the Martial Scholar realm.
Seeing that Yan Zhaoge recognised him, Lan Wenyan was instantly overjoyed, his fingers involuntarily tightening their grip on his sword.
That sword, however, was a mid-grade artifact. Speaking of which, it had also been obtained from Yan Zhaoge.
That year, after Lan Wenyan had been injured by Ye Jing, Yan Zhaoge had once sent someone to deliver medicine to him, also saying that a mid-grade artifact would be reserved for him. When he had refined his qi into aura-qi and stepped into the Martial Scholar realm, that would be when that mid-grade artifact would be given to him.
Mid-grade artifacts were generally only possessed by outer aura Martial Scholars. To Yan Zhaoge, it was nothing much, but to Lan Wenyan who was currently still an inner aura Martial Scholar, it was indisputably a divine weapon.
And in Lan Wenyan's heart, the position of this sword was incomparable to other weapons.
After bowing to Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng, looking at Yan Zhaoge, Lan Wenyan was taken aback.
After all, the current him could not be compared to the past, but the changes in the Yan Zhaoge before him were a hundred times, a thousand times greater.
The previous Yan Zhaoge had been an even more outstanding senior apprentice-brother of the same generation, a role model, a role model.
After that, various miraculous performances had allowed Yan Zhaoge to surpass the limits of seniority and age, causing his fellow disciples of the same generation to find it hard to view him as one of their own.
Within the clan, Yan Zhaoge's authority had risen unceasingly, even becoming a core member of the decision-making and leadership echelon.
And now, with the Sacred Sun Clan and the Heavenly Thunder Hall having been destroyed and the Radiant Light Sect having suffered a setback, Yan Zhaoge had virtually become a living legend of the Eight Extremities World, causing Lan Wenyan to feel dazzled even as he looked up at him.
In a moment of agitation just now, he had opened his mouth to call out to Yan Zhaoge. However, now that he was truly standing before Yan Zhaoge, he could only feel his entire body trembling slightly, his mouth dry as he didn't know what to say.
Yan Zhaoge looked at Lan Wenyan's attire, wearing a blue robe over his white clothes. He had already long since been promoted from an ordinary disciple to an elite disciple.
"Blue robes are not easy to wear, and wanting to add black borders to them requires effort and toil that far surpasses those of the same generation." Looking at Lan Wenyan, Yan Zhaoge also felt a little emotional as he smiled, "Just relying on rewards to motivate people is actually not good. Still, I more or less understand your personality. The two of us can also be considered to have some tradition, some fate."
"How about this, just like last time, I'll leave a mid-grade spirit artifact here for you. When you step into the Martial Grandmaster realm, that will be when it will be yours."
Watching from the side, Feng Yunsheng smiled but did not speak. Of course, she knew that a mid-grade spirit artifact was not the main point, and that even Lan Wenyan would not think of it as such.
What he could feel now was Yan Zhaoge's expectations and motivation towards him, resembling a gentleman's agreement.
Feeling that his body was no longer trembling, Lan Wenyan straightened his back, replying in a sonorous voice, "I will follow senior apprentice-brother Yan's teachings. I will definitely work hard."
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