Do you think I am willing to become a Nascent Soul?

This time, the so-called Nascent Soul escape incident was just like that, and both of them subconsciously avoided a problem.Why does An Zejun, a newborn soul, have such high wisdom, and there is no sense of jerky between words and deeds?

However, both of them also knew that once this question was asked, the illusion they had worked so hard to maintain would be shattered into pieces.Mu Ning naturally wouldn't mention it, if he didn't mention it, An Zejun wouldn't say it.

"Let me give you a name. Since you are intelligent, you should have your own name." Mu Ning thought for a while before saying.

An Zejun also felt that he should have a code name. He used to have too many names, and he didn't care about anything, but it was obviously inappropriate to always be called "you, you".

"I think so too, what do you think of Heaven, Earth, Infinity, and Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable?"

"..."

"Then what about the Great Demon King I am the only one?"

"..."

"Where is the Archbishop of Thunder?"

"..." I'm so stupid right now in my heart, I don't know if I should say it or not.

"Oh, look at your expression, it's not good, forget it, then I will allow you to give me a little bit." An Zejun's incarnation Nascent Soul looks like I have given you such a glorious opportunity, you now Quickly knelt on the ground and said thank you, with an expression full of disgust.

"Why don't you call it Tianci, how about it?" There was light in Mu Ning's eyes, you see that you are my Nascent Soul bestowed by heaven, it is perfect to be called Tianci.

"Vulgar! Change to another!"

"How about the baby spirit?"

"Too vulgar! Get another one!"

"Where's King's Landing?" Mu Ning was a little disappointed, the name wasn't so perfect.

I thought that Yuan Ying would leave nothing left of the scum that he criticized, but when he looked up, Yuan Ying froze there with a silly look on his face.

King's Landing... It's really a name I haven't heard for a long time.Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing.

"Oh, not bad, not bad, I didn't expect you to have such a good time, and you came up with such a tasteful name! This name is very close to my heart!" An Ze Jun said earnestly and patted Mu Ning on the shoulder.

Mu Ning obviously didn't expect that An Zejun would be so satisfied with this name, although it was a bit unexpected, but at least he completed this arduous task, didn't he?

"Then, my name is Mu Ning, please forgive me in the future."

"My name is Junlin, please forgive me."

This crisis of confidence has passed in such an anticlimactic manner.

Mu Ning came to this small cloud disk realm to consolidate his cultivation. Now that the problem of Yuanying has been solved and reached, there is an agreement that must be spoken out.After practicing, my mind becomes more peaceful.

The past two years have passed quickly, and Mu Ning has also stabilized his cultivation at the early stage of Nascent Soul, and there are still some faint signs of advancement. It shouldn't be so fast, but it can't stand the strong effect of Nascent Soul.

And An Zejun, who had nothing to do, could only spend most of his time thinking, and he suddenly remembered the requirements of youth after Mu Ning entered meditation.

Yes, the young man wanted An Zejun to fulfill some requirements for him at the beginning, and the young man happened to get something from this request.

Now Mu Ning has no life crisis. In the novel, Mu Ning died under the conspiracy of the protagonist not long after he left the small realm of the cloud disk. But now that the protagonist is dead, he will have a long and stable life as a cultivator in the future. life.

And this is definitely not what An Zejun hoped for.

He is a person who is uneasy about the status quo, the kind that others care about. After a life of ups and downs, he hopes to spend the rest of his life in a peaceful and peaceful place in his later years.This is inconsistent with An Zejun's philosophy. He always insists that I was born in chaos and will not die in peace.To put it simply, it is the wind and the rain.

So he decided to go out and do something by himself!

This reminded him of the youth's request and the current situation of the Broken Water Gate. In the novel, after the protagonist wanted the treasure of the Broken Water Gate, he planned to make the Broken Water Gate fall into civil war and be destroyed.There is no lack of internal problems in the water-breaking gate, and the protagonist is nothing more than a gangster.

This question is only briefly mentioned in the novel. It seems that the venerables of the Twelve Peaks have a disagreement. The venerable Dai Mo wants to give the disciples of the inner and outer sects an additional assessment. If they fail, they will be demoted again and again. .If you can't do it all the time, you will naturally be expelled from the sect in the end.And the faction headed by Venerable Qingzhu flatly refused, the reason is naturally that their unworthy descendants will definitely fail the assessment, and if the descendants who rely on their status in the sect to do their best are expelled, it will be a dead end .

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The consequences of this can be imagined, and the two factions quarreled fiercely.Venerable Dai Mo's proposal is nothing but beneficial to those who are not good at handling affairs but have strength, so they naturally strongly support it.There are naturally far more such disciples in the sect than the descendants of the elders, and Venerable Qingzhu is gradually declining.

Originally, this matter has been quarreling for several years, or it will come to a conclusion after more than ten years, but the protagonist will never let go of this opportunity.He killed Venerable Qingzhu's most beloved descendant, and threw the body in the woods near the mountain top of Venerable Daimo.

Venerable Qingzhu who discovered this was furious. This was originally a clumsy conspiracy.But the current Venerable Qingzhu doesn't have any sense at all, so he killed Xuanlin Peak (the residence of Venerable Daimo) without saying a word.

With this move, the scuffle between the two factions kicked off.

As the head of the sect, Venerable Tianfang was physically and mentally exhausted, and all the people in front of him were his senior brothers and disciples, no matter which faction he would not join.Coupled with his powerful cultivation base, he could have stopped this internal struggle by subduing the major venerables.

This is the time to embody the protagonist's wonderful and powerful golden fingers. Under the control of his sorcery, the head of the sect resolutely chose Venerable Dai Mo's faction, and suddenly killed all the descendants of the elders in the sect. clean.

Originally, the other elders just had to follow Venerable Qingzhu into internal strife, but now they were furious and decisively separated from Qingzhu's sect, and the two sides fought, so that other sects who coveted the Duoshuimen sensed the opportunity, and took the opportunity to make a sneak attack.

Everyone wants to be that fisherman, but how can the luck of Destiny's Child be comparable to that of ordinary people?

Taking advantage of the fisherman's fortune, the protagonist destroys the water-breaking gate, turns around and enters another bigger sect with his favorite treasure, and becomes prosperous again.

Duanshuimen, a well-known sect in the world of cultivators, was destroyed just like that, and the rest were eaten away by other sects, leaving only ruins and a few seriously injured elders.

Thinking of this paragraph, An Zejun still can't help sighing, saying that a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, but it can't hold the camel and let the vulture eat it up.

The protagonist is dead, but this civil strife will not be missed. The protagonist is just a pusher, and what should happen will not disappear.Originally, it was not easy for Venerable Dai Mo's faction, who had lost the chief disciple of Venerable Zitong, to fight, but now this chief disciple is still there.

But this time, the Shushuimen must not be destroyed this time. This is what Mu Ning relied on for the first half of his life (I always feel that the expression is a bit strange), so we can't fight, otherwise the benefits will be taken by others.

An Zejun was thinking about the important things in life, Mu Ning called him two or three times but failed to get a response from him, suddenly he had a bad intention, and poked the Nascent Soul who was sitting cross-legged on the stool with spiritual power upside down.

"What are you doing! You interrupted my train of thought, do you know that!!!" An Zejun jumped up and roared, wishing he could turn into a mad dog and bite him.

"Junlin, what are you thinking? I called you several times and you didn't respond." Mu Ning wanted to laugh, since he became a Nascent Soul, he had a lot of fun every day.

An Zejun reacted for a while before he remembered that Junlin was his name.To make a fool of himself, he had to ask Mu Ning what he was going to do next.

"Well, there is nothing worthy of Nascent Soul in the Yunpan Small Realm. After all, this is a place built by various sects for foundation-building disciples to practice. When the experience is over, we can go to some big secret realms to practice." Mu Ning himself Thinking about his own rhetoric, he hadn't traveled with others for a long time, and it felt a bit novel.

An Zejun said yes, but he couldn't stop complaining in his heart. When you return to the sect, you're afraid that the infighting is about to start and you're going to leave.

"You... don't seem to want to go?" No wonder Mu Ning asked, An Zejun looked unhappy.

"It's not that I don't want to go. Your master still wants to get rid of me. Don't think that we will forget about it!" Now Venerable Zi Tong has firmly believed that he is assimilated, and he is afraid that he will not be able to listen to any explanation. The matter is not resolved yet.

"What's the matter, Master naturally has me. Since I have given you trust, I won't think too much about him. Don't worry." Mu Ning comforted with a smile on his face.

"Cut, your trust is the least valuable, give it as you say, and take it back as you say." Although An Zejun's tone was complaining, he was actually probing.

Regarding trust, Mu Ning can be said to be flexible, but promises are different. He is extremely serious about his promises and will never break his promises.

Mu Ning obviously paused, obviously he himself was very aware of his strange temperament, but then he made up his mind and said seriously.

"No, I claim to be not a good person. People trust me more and doubt me more, but if it were you, I will never take back my trust. I will never doubt you, I swear with my Dao heart!"

An Zejun never expected that Mu Ning would say such a thing, but why do these words sound a bit strange?Forget it, take care of him.

"That's what you said!" An Zejun jumped up from the altar excitedly. With such a promise from Mu Ning, his plan was more than half completed, and the rest only needed to slowly test the young man's request.

"That's natural. There are still ten days left, and the experience in Yunpan Xiaojing will be over, and it's time to go out now." Mu Ning got up from the cave where he was sitting cross-legged, patted the non-existent dust on the corner of his clothes, Jump out of the cave.

When Mu Ning appeared outside Yunpan, where the Zongmen's flying boat was docked, there were already many disciples there, and even the accompanying elders had already stood by.

Most of them have already stabilized in the initial stage of foundation establishment, and there are still many in the middle stage of foundation establishment.Looking at this group of disciples, Mu Ning couldn't help but think of the junior brother who helped him find the Nascent Soul back then. Although he was unwilling to make friends with others by nature, he really thanked that junior brother from the bottom of his heart.

Thinking of this, Mu Ning walked towards the disciples.

"Among you, does anyone know Mr. An Ze? Which venerable disciple is he?" Mu Ning asked.

An Zejun: What the fuck?Why do you remember this little guy? !

"An Zejun? This disciple has never heard of this name? Where did the senior brother meet him?" A disciple stepped forward and replied.

"In the northeast of the small realm, how many disciples have not returned?" Mu Ning frowned slightly, and turned to ask the accompanying elders.

At this time, only two words remained in An Zejun's mind, pills.

"How many disciples are there in this trip? How many have yet to return? Do you know who it is?" Although Mu Ning's face is handsome, his brows are frowned and he looks stern.

"There are 210 seven people in total, and now only one has not returned, named Lin Kang." The elder answered truthfully.

An Zejun is a little confused now, he even forgot about this accompanying elder, he tempted many people, the exact number of people is unknown, but he let this elder go, unexpectedly he stumbled.It's over, and now all the trust that I finally gained is gone.

In fact, Mu Ning's suspicion of this disciple was not his identity, but the similarity with his Nascent Soul.