The Eternal Saint Master of Douluo

"Mo Wen, Rongrong is a little naughty and makes you laugh." Seeing Ning Rongrong running away, Ning Fengzhi did not chase her, but said to Mo Wen.

Shaking his head, Mo Wen didn't take this matter to heart, and no one would be too harsh on an eight-year-old girl. He smiled and said, "Sect Master, you're welcome. I think Rongrong is very energetic and cute. "

Gu Rong, who stood behind Ning Fengzhi, had a haggard figure and deep eye sockets. In the night, he could only see two eyes flashing with cold light. He stared at Mo Wen, making people feel a chill on his back. It's still the same thing, I see. Looking after you.

This kind of behavior made Mo Wen very irritated. He didn't even understand what was going on. He just maintained it for the sake of maintenance. If he couldn't defeat the old man, he would have gone up to argue, "Sect Master, if there is nothing else, I will go back." Let’s continue practicing.”

Ning Fengzhi, who was wearing pajamas, was holding Gu Rong with one hand, with a smile on his face. He thought it would be better to pamper the future of his sect, and replied politely, "Go, practice hard, and become a titled Douluo as soon as possible."

Looking at Mo Wen's leaving figure, Gu Rong was very disdainful. She had already developed a prejudice and naturally couldn't stand it. She whispered, "Pretentious."

Ning Fengzhi, who was next to her, naturally heard it and shook her head helplessly. Her daughter was always pampered by them, and now she has a very bad temper. Neither Optimus Prime of the two sects would be happy to discipline her.

Whether it’s for the cultivation techniques or for external changes, Ning Fengzhi’s core is still for Ning Rongrong’s good. Thinking of her daughter who ran away crying, she sighed deeply, “Oh, let’s go, Uncle Gu. Go and see Rongrong."

"Hurry up then. Baby Rongrong is crying. You are really good at it. Why are you venting your anger on your daughter? I feel so bad for you." Holding Ning Fengzhi in her hand, Gu Rong hurriedly ran to Ning Rongrong's seven-story house. An anxious look on his face.

Feeling anxious, Gu Rong took two steps together and reached the seventh floor in a short while, letting go of Ning Fengzhi.

"Rongrong baby, grandpa is coming in." Gu Rong poked his head out from the door and walked into Ning Rongrong's boudoir with a smile.

A head stuck out from the green quilt. Ning Rongrong hummed and covered the quilt again, indicating that she didn't want to pay attention to them.

"Rong Rong, your grandpa Gu came to see you, how could you have such an attitude." Now that he had been tough for once, Ning Fengzhi decided to be tough to the end, and would continue to be tough when he went back later, so that his concubine would know what a man's glory is.

"Huh? Why are you in a hurry? I'm not in a hurry yet." Gu Rong said that she was very dissatisfied. I just saved you some face in front of outsiders. Now it's just the three of us. If you're still like this, what do you want to do?

"Uncle Gu, this..." It was the same routine again. Ning Fengzhi had no choice but to sit on the chair and watch Gu Rong coax Ning Rongrong.

"Baby, you're still angry. Grandpa has already told you about your father. Don't be angry. What do you think this is?" Taking out a crystal bracelet from the soul guide, Gu Rong sat by the bed, pulled back the quilt, and let Ning Rongrong took a breather.

"Grandpa Bone, can you drive that bastard away? He threw Rongrong to the ground. It hurts so much." Ning Rongrong blinked her eyes, pouted her lips, and had tears on her baby face. Ning Rongrong knew best. Why are you so cute?

"Uh." Gu Rong couldn't deal with this. Mo Wen was related to the sect's century-old plan, and he couldn't be driven away casually. He also expected to protect Rongrong in the future, so he could only persuade him kindly, "Rongrong, That kid still has some ability. When the grandpas get old, you have to let him protect you, so you can't just drive him away."

With water in her eyes, Ning Rongrong was very dissatisfied. In the past, her father would not speak so harshly to her, and her grandfather would also pamper her. As soon as Mo Wen, the bastard, came over, everything changed, "Huh, bad grandpa, Rongrong Rongcai doesn’t need his protection. Grandpa Jian still loves me the most, but Rongrong doesn’t like you anymore.”

For a moment, Gu Rong's heart was broken. Old Man Jian liked that boy more than me. He said that he was not worthy of accepting a disciple, and he was ready to make friends with him. "Rongrong, that little bastard has a technique in his hand that can speed up cultivation." , and he will also make some soul guides, these are all good things, how about after you learn them all, grandpa will drive them away."

"Really?" Ning Rongrong, who only cared about the last sentence, hurriedly asked what kind of skills and what kind of soul guidance tools, it was not easy for a genius like her to learn them in one go.

"Really, really, grandpa dotes on Rongrong the most." He handed the bracelet forward again, and Gu Rong said that he was the most loyal Rongrong controller. What did the swordsman Chen Xin know?

Taking the crystal bracelet, Ning Rongrong smiled happily, stretched out her head and took a sip on her old face, "Thank you Grandpa Bone, Rongrong likes you the most."

The empty and lonely old man suddenly felt warm in his heart, and his smiling eyes could no longer be seen. Gu Rong said that it is our duty to protect Ning Rongrong, "Okay, okay, Rongrong likes it. Go to bed early. Grandpa will take your father with you." I'm leaving."

Looking at the interaction between the old man and the young man, Ning Fengzhi was helpless and trembling with anger. When could the assistant department stand up? He also stood up and put a golden hoop on Ning Rongrong, "Father said it for a long time before that boy agreed. Those who accept you as my disciple should practice hard and don’t mess around again.”

"Fengzhi, what are you talking about? Let's go, let's go, Rongrong, baby, good night." Seeing Ning Rongrong's smile disappear, Gu Rong quickly pulled Ning Fengzhi away, just in case the baby had insomnia. What should I do? I won’t be able to see Rongrong’s delicate little face tomorrow.

"Oh." Being pulled by Gu Rong, Ning Fengzhi felt that he was eating his daughter's soft rice. These two titled Douluo were better to Rongrong than her. Is this a rice circle? He realized in an instant.

Seeing her father being dragged away by Grandpa Bone, Ning Rongrong smiled arrogantly and took out a small cutie from under the pillow. There were two groups of dusty marks on it. She decided not to wash it and read it every night to keep her hatred. Don't waver, and when you learn Mo Wen's skills, you will drive him away.

On the other side, Mo Wen, who had returned to the mimicry training place, was standing behind the window, looking up at the moon in the sky. This was the first time in so many years that he had been separated from Liu Erlong for so long, and he missed him dearly.

I don’t know how those talented people and strangers who left their hometowns recorded in the book felt when they left their hometowns. At this moment, they were lonely, in a strange environment, and with strange people.

If it weren't for Qing Yi's small perfection of mind, Mo Wen might have doubted himself. What was the purpose of so many calculations all day long? Liu Erlong gave him the glory and wealth, and his cultivation was also improving rapidly. I don't know what the future will be like, but now he is The first genius in ancient times.

Thinking of the old director of the orphanage and his brothers and sisters who were a few years younger than him, Mo Wen also had a soft spot in his heart. Liu Erlong and them were the ones he wanted to protect.

When he was seven years old, after Mo Wen finished reading the Holy Spiritual Learning, he determined to let this time change because of him. When he was eight years old, he met Yang Lin, and when he was nine years old, he met Du Qianqiu. Many people have changed because of him. Destiny.

The moonlight was bright and pale, shining on Mo Wen's body. The corners of his mouth raised slightly. He saw a person on the seventh floor in the distance looking at him with a telescope. He shook his head, turned around and went downstairs.

There is no rush in cultivation. Although the speed of the holy way of mind is not as fast as when meditating, it is comparable to other people's meditation. I went downstairs to the study and took out a parchment with large and small paintings on it. Component.

In the upper right corner, there are five words written vertically, non-attack design drawings.

As the pinnacle work of the Mohists, Mo Wen was very obsessed with this object. Over the past few years, he has continued to conduct in-depth research and added several new states to it.

Continuous improvement and evolution can turn old objects into new things and keep up with the trend. This non-attack is also different from the old non-attack. It is also similar to the soul guide, and the core is the gem on the belt.

The design was unfolded and laid out on the table. Most of the one-meter-square parchment roll was densely covered with patterns, and small characters were written on the side. No one could understand it if it was thrown outside. It was written in small seal script.

Taking out a quill pen and drawing tools, he lit a few oil lamps and illuminated the room brightly. Mo Wen prepared to add another state to his non-attack, forming a weapon on his arm that could emit rays after injecting soul power. , he named this form: hand cannon.