Douluo's gold glitter

After that night's chat, Qian Renxue ignored Su Yuntian during this period.

The two of them rarely even met.

Su Yuntian wanted to have a good talk with Qian Renxue, but unfortunately he never got the chance.

Before we knew it, winter came, and the howling north wind rolled southward, sweeping away the leaves, leaving only clusters of bare branches.

After the north wind passed, heavy snow drifted in, dyeing the ground into a silvery frost.

Just after breakfast, Su Yuntian came to the stable, took the horse, and prepared to go out.

Daxue followed him out wrapped in thick cotton clothes and shouted to him: "Xiaotian, what are you going to do in this snowy day?"

"Go to the Qibao Glazed Sect and make an appointment with Young Master Ning."

Su Yuntian got on the horse's back, turned around and waved to Daxue, clamped the horse's belly with both feet, and the horse tamely crossed the threshold and stepped out of the courtyard.

Daxue sighed, couldn't help shivering in the cold wind, and hurriedly bent over and trotted back to the room.

The Qibao Glazed Sect is very close to Tiandou City, but it is about thirty miles away. If you walk, it will take three hours. Even if Su Yuntian has a horse to travel, it will take nearly two hours to arrive.

Su Yuntian here had just left Tiandou City, and over there in the Qibao Glazed Sect's sect, a young man wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat walked out of the gate of the Qibao Glazed Sect and waited quietly under the mountain gate.

The boy stood in the wild, letting the cold wind blow. Heavy snow quickly fell on him, and after a while, he turned into a snowman.

At this time, a girl holding an oil-paper umbrella came to the mountain gate and shouted to the boy from a distance: "Third brother, go back quickly."

The young man looked at the road down the mountain without looking back, and just said: "I want to wait for Su Yuntian here. Rongrong, you go back to the mountain first."

The young man's appearance is quite similar to that of his father. He is clearly Ning Fengya, the third son of Qibao Glazed Sect.

And the identity of the girl called "Rong Rong" is self-evident.

The little witch Ning Rongrong came to Ning Fengya's side, gently turned the wooden handle of the paper umbrella, and used the rotating umbrella surface to sweep away the snow on Ning Fengya's bamboo hat.

She said while playing: "Grandpa Jian said that if it snows so heavily, everyone will hide at home and not come out. That guy Su Yuntian won't come."

Ning Fengya chuckled: "Xiaotian is not an ordinary person. Since he said he would come, he will definitely come."

Ning Rongrong looked unbelieving: "Are you the roundworm in his stomach? I am afraid that you will freeze, so I kindly ask you to go back. How dare you not appreciate it?"

Unexpectedly, Ning Fengya didn't know what to expect at all. She was still holding her hands behind her back in the heavy snow, calm and composed: "Su Yuntian said he would come today, so he will definitely come. I will wait for him here. You can go back."

"Just be stubborn, like a donkey!" Ning Rongrong was unhappy. If he wasn't afraid that this good-for-nothing third brother would get frostbite, who would bother calling him?

Unexpectedly, this guy didn't appreciate it.

This is very embarrassing.

"I dare say that boy will not come. If he comes, I will break his legs!"

Ning Rongrong said such cruel words and walked away angrily.

...It's really cold outside.

Hearing Ning Rongrong's footsteps gradually fade away, Ning Fengya shook off the snow on her arms and sleeves, clenched her hands into fists and put them against her face, finally feeling a touch of warmth.

While enduring the cold, he couldn't help but think... what if Su Yuntian didn't come?

If that happens, he will definitely be laughed at by Rongrong.However, since she awakened the mutated Black Tower Martial Spirit when she was six years old, Ning Fengya has become accustomed to ridicule, sarcasm, and all kinds of cold looks.

"Even if you don't come, I'm still willing to wait for you for a day."

"Because you at least deserve this."

Under the mountain gate, the young man's thin figure gradually turned into a bloated snowman.

On the high tower in the distance, the sect leader Ning Fengzhi, who was wearing a green shirt and holding a cane, walked under the eaves of the top floor of the high tower. He looked around and saw Ning Fengya who had turned into a snowman.

"Uncle Jian, do you think Su Yuntian will come to the appointment?"

Sword Douluo Chenxin looked indifferently: "I hope he comes, but I also hope he doesn't come."

"Oh? Why is that?"

"A strong man should practice what he preaches. I hope to see a young talent with great potential, but the more potential Su Yuntian has, the more disadvantageous it will be to us, because he is already the prince's son. ”

Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly: "Yes, I also think Su Yuntian has great potential. Although his martial soul attributes are unknown, it should not be difficult to become a Contra if the current momentum continues. As for those who say he is a prince , so what, I am also the prince’s teacher, and many people in Tiandou City think that I am also from the prince.”

"That's different!" Chen Xin exhaled heavily, "Fengzhi, do you really want to help Xue Qinghe become the emperor of the Tiandou Empire? The Tiandou Empire is actually in a state of decay. Instead of continuing to support the royal family, it's better to And instead of..."

"Uncle Jian! Don't talk nonsense."

Ning Fengzhi interrupted Chen Xin's instigation, and there was a rare severity in his tone.

Chen Xin seemed a little unhappy, snorted coldly, and stood up in front of Ning Fengzhi: "I'm here to watch the third child. It's windy outside, so you'd better go back to the room quickly."

“Before the situation is clear, we must be cautious in our words and actions.”

Ning Fengzhi paused her cane lightly, turned around and walked away.

Two hours later, a black spot appeared in the vast white field.

Ning Fengya, who was under the mountain gate, had already frozen her hands and feet. When she saw the black spot, she couldn't help but feel excited.

After a while, the figures of the man and the horse became clearer and clearer. The young man with blond hair and red eyes on the horse was undoubtedly Su Yuntian.

In a warm pavilion within the sect, the little witch Ning Rongrong was lying barefoot on a square table playing with a bunch of toys.

Suddenly, the wooden door of Nuan Pavilion opened with a creak, and a cold wind rushed in, making Ning Rongrong shiver.

She turned over, stood up like a carp, put one hand on her hips, pointed at the visitor with the other and said, "Ning Fengya, who asked you to come in? Didn't you see that I am here?"

Ning Fengya was about to apologize, but Su Yuntian stretched out her hand to stop him.

"Ning Rongrong, I heard from your brother that you want to break my legs?"

Seeing Su Yuntian, Ning Rongrong immediately panicked and subconsciously took a step back: "You... why are you here!"

Although his soul power level was higher than that of his opponent, Ning Rongrong's fighting ability was really limited. He had beaten Su Yuntian twice before and was covered in eggs, which had already left Ning Rongrong with a psychological shadow.

In the eyes of the little witch, this boy, who is the same age as his third brother Ning Fengya, can be described as a "big devil".

A devilish smile appeared on Su Yuntian's lips: "That goes without saying, I'll break your legs."

Ning Rongrong quickly hid behind the table: "Don't come over!"