"Tang San has a technique that can be practiced before he is six years old, and he can continue to practice this technique after he is six years old. The speed of practice is faster than meditation."
"If there is such a thing, do you think he would give it to you?"
Qian Renxue lowered her head and looked at Tang San, who was in a coma, with dark eyes.
"There's always a way to pry those things out of his head."
The sound was like a gnat, but Bibi Dong heard it clearly, which made Bibi Dong's expression become a little strange.
Bibi Dong took a deep look at Tang San. Hehe, what will happen to this kid in the future?
"Are you sure, you want to keep this kid?"
"At least until his value is drained out."
"It's best."
Bibi Dong didn't believe Qian Renxue's statement that Tang San's innate soul power was a result of cultivation.
It is not unreasonable why it is common in mainland China to wait until the age of six to awaken the martial spirit. This is the conclusion reached by generations of soul masters after crippling countless talents. Six years old is the best age for the human body to awaken the martial spirit.
If you do it too early, it will cause irreversible damage to your body; if you do it too late, you will miss the best age for cultivation.
If you don’t awaken your martial soul, you won’t even be able to feel the soul power, so there’s no point in practicing cultivation.
And Tang San was clearly registered by the Wuhun Hall. He was a Wuhun who was awakened by Su Yuntao in the Wuhun Hall in Holy Soul Village until he was six years old.
It is impossible for Bibi Dong to practice without awakening his martial soul.
Qian Renxue, you'd better squeeze out Tang San's value instead of...
As if thinking of something, Bibi Dong's eyes turned red, revealing a hint of danger.
The teacher once said that the geniuses of Wuhun Palace cannot have feelings with any outside men, and they can never leave Wuhun Palace.
He stopped me back then and asked me to stay in Wuhun Palace. You'd better not make the same mistakes I made and let me catch your flaw.
This is what he taught me. Xiaoxue, you'd better always be sensible, otherwise I can act according to the teacher's logic.
Qian Renxue lowered her head and couldn't see Bibi Dong's expression at this moment, but she felt the vague chill coming from Bibi Dong's body.
What's going on?
Qian Renxue couldn't help it, she quietly raised her head and glanced at Bibi Dong, but all she saw was that Bibi Dong's expression was as usual.
……
Qibao Glazed Sect. Meeting Hall.
On the north side of the main hall, facing south, the main seat is a large carved rosewood chair, with a huge jade stone inlaid on the back of the chair. The jade stone is green in color and exudes a faint warmth. It is a top-quality piece of warm jade.
There is a person sitting on the big chair with rosewood carvings. This person has a face like a crown jade, a straight nose and a square mouth. He has an elegant and gentle appearance. He is dressed in a pure white robe and is spotless. He looks about forty years old and has soft eyes.
He looks like an ordinary person. His silky black hair hangs down his back, and everything looks so casual, without any pretense.
"Charm, style!"
An old man with white beard and hair, but a face as delicate as a baby walked in from the door of the meeting hall, and sat down on a chair next to the sect leader Ning Fengzhi. Looking at the stunned Ning Fengzhi,
Called out.
"Sword, Uncle Jian?" Ning Fengzhi's godless eyes were filled with light. He looked at Chen Xin in disbelief, his voice was trembling but cautious.
Is it a fantasy? Why is it so real this time?
Ning Fengzhi's trembling hands slowly stretched out towards Chen Xin. The moment he really touched Chen Xin, Ning Fengzhi finally couldn't help it. His hand tightened instantly and held Chen Xin's hand tightly.
The right arm that still exists.
"Uncle Jian——" The voice was full of longing.
But Chen Xin, whose arm was held by Ning Fengzhi, was frightened by the scene in front of him.
"Fengzhi? Fengzhi, what's wrong with you? Did something happen to Qibao, or did something happen to Rongrong?" Chen Xin subconsciously guessed that the only two situations that could make Ning Fengzhi lose his temper like this.
When he mentioned Ning Rongrong, Chen Xin's voice became a little louder. He was very fond of that child, and Ning Fengzhi also loved Ning Rongrong very much.
Although Ning Fengzhi appears to be in his forties, in fact, he is already over sixty years old. Ning Rongrong is his youngest child and only daughter. In addition, Ning Rongrong
The child is quirky and has a sweet mouth since he was little. He is extremely pampered.
Ning Fengzhi closed her eyes and stopped talking, but her hand holding Chen Xin did not let go.
Seeing Ning Fengzhi's appearance, although Chen Xin felt anxious, he did not continue to ask questions and let Ning Fengzhi hold his right arm with anxious eyes as he sat quietly aside, waiting for Ning Fengzhi to ease his mood.
"Charming, cowardly."
At this time, Gu Rong also came to the meeting hall, but as soon as he entered the door, he fell silent because of the scene in front of him.
When Ning Fengzhi heard Gu Rong's voice, he opened his eyes and stared at Gu Rong who was walking this way.
Being looked at by Ning Fengzhi like this, Gu Rong's eyelids twitched. The emotions in Ning Fengzhi's eyes were too complicated, and the deep sadness was almost substantive.
Gu Rong walked to Ning Fengzhi's side and quietly sent a message to Chen Xin.
"Coward, what happened to Fengzhi? Did you teach him a lesson?"
"I'm not talking about you, Feng Zhi is such a big man, why did you train him to be like this?"
Hearing this, Chen Xin glanced at Gu Rong lightly and also sent a message to Gu Rong.
"I don't know. I don't have one. Don't talk nonsense, old bone. I saw Feng Zhi in a daze, so I called him twice, and then Feng Zhi became like this."
Gu Rong looked at Chen Xin strangely, then looked at Ning Fengzhi and shouted softly.
"Character?"
Ning Fengzhi's eyes were bloodshot, her lips pursed until they turned white, the hand on her lap was clenched into a fist, and the joints were faintly white.
Looking at the two living people in front of him, Ning Fengzhi wanted to say something, but he only felt a dryness in his throat that made him unable to make any sound.
After a long time, Ning Fengzhi slowly let go of his heart and calmed down his emotions.
Seeing the worry in the eyes of his two uncles, Ning Fengzhi struggled to give a smile that could hardly be called a smile, and comforted Gu Rong and Chen Xin in a dry voice.
"Worrying the two uncles, Feng Zhi is not seriously injured, he just had a nightmare."
"Nothing happened to Qibao. Rongrong is fine too. Nothing happened to him. Everything is fine."
Ning Fengzhi explained it, but looking at Ning Fengzhi's performance, Gu Rong and Chen Xin didn't believe it.
No matter how you look at Ning Fengzhi's appearance, she doesn't look like she's fine.
The entire meeting hall fell into silence.
Gu Rong couldn't help it anymore and broke the strange silence.
"Fengzhi, if something happens, just tell us. Although Coward and I can't help you with the development of Qibao Glazed Sect, you can tell us and don't keep everything in your heart."
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After thinking about it for a while, Gu Rong added.
"If anyone threatens you or threatens the Qibao Glazed Sect, you can also tell us that Chen Xin and I are here to do this."
Chen Xin sat on the chair and nodded in agreement.
This chapter has been completed!