Douluo's Night

The upper three sects of Douluo Continent are Haotian Sect, Qibao Glazed Sect and Blue Point Overlord Sect. The reason why they are called the upper three sects is because there is at least one titled Douluo in charge of these three major sects. Although the strength of the lower four sects is quite good, they have not yet appeared as strong as Titled Douluo.

When Ye Xi asked Lao Duwu, the latter had already slightly revealed the details of the token. At that time, he had a premonition that he was a disciple of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect.

Ye Se has always had a sense of resistance towards the sect.

In the previous life, I heard that many of the most proud disciples of the sect caused great trouble outside the sect, which caused the entire sect to make enemies on all sides and was eventually besieged. All the disciples refused to retreat and were eventually slaughtered.

As for that proud disciple, even if it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, the dead person cannot come back.

You still have to pay homage to your parents' tombs. As for the sect, you can only take one step and take a look.

Before Ye Xi could close his eyes and practice for long, the door was pushed open.

"Let's go, Xiaoye."

Ning Fengzhi stood at the door, as if the matter between him and Tang San had been settled.

"Hehe, Master Ye, come back to the sect with us." Ning Rongrong hid behind Ning Fengzhi and made a face at the night.

It seemed a little unreasonable to call someone else a little girl in front of someone else's father. Ye Xi stood up and let out a long breath.

"it is good."

"Rongrong, don't call him Little Master Ye from now on. It sounds weird. You can just call him Brother Ye from now on." Ning Fengzhi glanced at Ning Rongrong, then at the night, and said with meaning. .

"Eh."

Ning Rongrong pouted, but still nodded obediently, "Brother Ye, let's go."

At night, when he saw the old man still following Ning Fengzhi like a ghost, he became more certain of his previous guess.

The four of them left Shrek Academy and walked onto the streets of Tiandou City.

"Xiaoye, how are you studying at Wuhun Academy?"

Ning Fengzhi asked as he walked.

"Our teachers adopt a free-range education. They usually don't care about us much, and we practice on our own."

"This is how the entire class is educated."

"No, there are seven of us including me."

Ning Rongrong shook Ning Fengzhi's hand, "Oh dad, it's the Seven Lords of the Red Dust who I just told you about, and we fought against each other in the Soul Fighting Arena."

"Brother Ye is very powerful. He led the Seven Lords to defeat the Imperial Fighting Team of the Tiandou Royal Academy."

"what"

Ning Fengzhi was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, "If I remember correctly, every member of the Imperial Fighting Team has a background, such as the granddaughter of the Blue Dot Overlord Sect and Poison Douluo."

"They are nothing, they were easily dealt with by Brother Ye."

"You girl."

Ning Fengzhi rubbed Ning Rongrong's little head helplessly.

As they talked, the four of them walked out of Tiandou City, but most of them were Ning Fengzhi, Ning Rongrong and his daughter talking, while Ye Shi and the old man followed behind silently.

Follow the main road into the small road, step on the green steps, and you can see a white jade arch in the distance.

The plaque on the arch is engraved with the four characters "dragon flying and phoenix dancing".

Qibao Glaze.

"Welcome home, Xiaoye." Ning Fengzhi said from the front, "This is the outer mountain of the Qibao Glazed Sect. There are no more than a thousand disciples in the Qibao Glazed Sect, and most of them live in the outer mountain."

He introduced as he walked, "Our Qibao Glazed Sect has always adhered to the attitude of not offending others, because we are only the purest auxiliary soul masters. Even if we have a partner, we will not take the initiative to provoke disputes. "

"This is the inner mountain."

The four of them walked for about thirty minutes and climbed to the last step. Looking back, they saw a sea of ​​green forest in front of them.

"If you make a significant contribution to the sect or become a direct disciple, you will be eligible to live in the inner mountain."

"Your parents also lived in Neishan at that time."

"Sect Master, Lao Gu, Rongrong, you are back."

Ye Zi took half a step back when he heard these words, because he heard a sharp sword intention from those words.

swordsman.

Ye Xing's black eyes flashed. It had been a long time since he had felt this kind of determination from the strong men in this world, and he did not disappoint Ye Xing.

"Who is this"

Ye Xi looked at the person coming, and the moment their eyes met, it was as if two swords were intertwined with each other.

"What an interesting young man."

It was an old man, wearing a snow-white robe, with long silver hair neatly combed behind his back. He had a simple appearance. At this time, his eyes flashed with determination, and he sighed while stroking his beard.

"Uncle Jian, he is Ling'er's son." Ning Fengzhi said softly.

The old man's eyes were blank for a moment. When he looked into the night again, there was a trace of nostalgia and passion in his eyes.

Ning Fengzhi glanced at the silent night and said, "Let's go to the tomb first."

The old man who was originally following Ning Fengzhi left. Ning Rongrong said that he wanted to go with him, and Ning Fengzhi was left to her own devices.

Back mountain.

Even Ning Rongrong, who had always been lively, closed her mouth at this time and said nothing. For a moment, the only sound left in the world was the rustle of the wind.

"Ling'er and Dawang's tombs are right there."

"Thank you."

Ye Xi walked in the direction pointed by Ning Fengzhi, but Ning Fengzhi did not follow.

They were two tombs of some age. The stones and carvings had been worn smooth by the wind and rain in the past fifteen years.

However, the tomb is very clean, presumably because someone cleans it frequently.

The tomb on the left has three characters carved on it, Ning Linger.

The tomb on the right was also engraved with names, and Ye was confused.

The night just knelt down, on its knees.

He looked at the two tombs and closed his eyes.

He seemed to be able to see two phantoms looking at him, and at the same time, he felt that his Taoist heart was quietly sublimating at this moment.

"Father, mother," he said softly.

Tears flowed down her face. These were not tears of the night, but tears that belonged to the original night. The night that she had lived for thirteen years and had never seen her parents before, and was taken over by the night.

"Go." Night said softly.

At the same time, he felt his mind relax, and the faint pressure quietly disappeared.

When he opened his black eyes again, they were very pure. He bowed to the tomb, and the soul power surged all over his body.

"I am not your son, but I am destined to be with you. Night wishes that you can meet again in the next life, become a couple, and grow old together in peace and harmony."

"Although the way of heaven is ruthless, I sincerely hope that for you, the way of heaven is affectionate."

The night stood up, and at some point, the surrounding environment had become dark, with only the light of the original hall flickering.