The Eternal Saint Master of Douluo

Ning Rongrong walked in, wearing a glazed dress and a five-treasure purple gold crown. She followed her father. When she turned her head, she saw Mo Wen and a woman leaning ambiguously together. An indescribable feeling surged through her. He came out and glared at Mo Wen unhappily.

The protagonist entered the scene and everyone stopped communicating. Mo Wen took the opportunity to gently push Goya away and took a few steps forward.

He realized that Ning Rongrong was not paying attention to Ning Rongrong who was glaring at him. He didn't care about the eldest lady's fault and looked at Xue Qinghe carefully.

He is gentle and gentle, with a smile that makes people feel like spring breeze. He is dressed in a decent robe and has sharp eyes. There is no trace of him being a ruthless person.

When the four of them came to the front, Xue Ye was smiling on the surface, but his eyes showed no joy at all, and he stood there like a tool.

The entire audience was divided into three groups, the emperor's party headed by Prince Snow Star, the princelings headed by a group of officials from the Crown Prince's Mansion, and the rest were the neutral faction, watching the changes on the field with cold eyes.

Sitting on the large upholstered mahogany chair, Ning Fengzhi's position was the most concerned by the audience. He represented the attitude of the Qibao Glazed Sect, including its strong economic strength and the power of thousands of soul masters. Under the balance of the three parties, This force is particularly important.

Mo Wen at the back of the crowd was holding a glass of wine, shaking it constantly, observing the expressions of everyone on the field, especially Ning Fengzhi. The old fox always kept a smile, exactly like Xue Qinghe. No wonder the two became masters and apprentices.

After everyone was seated, the people in the audience were separated on both sides. Mo Wen was just an inconspicuous one among them, being submerged in the crowd.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Prince Xue Xing hurriedly ran to Xue Ye's side. His face was not very pretty, and he stood quietly beside his brother, expressing his position.

Because it was an apprenticeship banquet, Xue Ye represented his father's identity at the moment, and the seats were almost in the same row as Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Rongrong also stood beside her father honestly, but her eyes were always looking for something.

"Let's begin." After a long silence, Xue Ye spoke to the palace official who had been waiting for a long time, and glanced meaningfully at Xue Qinghe standing in front of him.

After receiving the order, the ceremony officer hurriedly walked out, stood beside Xue Qinghe, and read loudly the document in his hand, "Today I have Prince Dou Xue Qinghe, who has a gentle temperament and extraordinary ability. He will assist me in running the court and do everything personally.

However, I feel deeply exhausted and tired of the important affairs of the country. I want the prince to share more of the burden, but I feel that the prince is not able to bear the responsibility. I have asked the master of Qibao Glazed Sect Ning Fengzhi to teach the prince. I hope that the prince will listen to the teachings attentively. The master and the disciple will work together. Contribute to the construction of the Tiandou Empire.

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There was a burst of long-winded words, and Mo Wen could hear one meaning throughout the article, which was that Xue Ye told Xue Qinghe, you are not good yet, I will find you a teacher, you study hard, don't think about usurping the throne all day long, I haven't done it yet Die.

There was a burst of applause from the entire audience, and Prince Snow Star was particularly energetic, with an expression as if he was a successful villain.

Xue Ye, who was smiling but not smiling, also smiled sincerely. The entire apprenticeship banquet was organized by people from the Prince's Mansion. Only this document was written by him himself. The tone was extremely tactful, rising first and then suppressing it, perfectly showing His literary skills.

After the applause fell, Xue Qinghe showed no dissatisfaction at all. He bowed respectfully and said in a deep voice, "My son, please follow your father's teachings and mature as soon as possible to take on important responsibilities."

Prince Snow Star couldn't laugh at this time. There was nothing wrong with his words, but why did it always sound wrong?

Mo Wen in the crowd covered his mouth and snickered. It seemed that Xue Qinghe was also a wonderful person. Xue Ye just told him to study hard. If he backhands me, I will kill you.

It happened that this scene was seen by Ning Rongrong, who had been looking for it for a long time, and found that Mo Wen was snickering, and smiled in confusion.

It doesn't matter if you don't smile, the sudden smile made all the nobles below think deeply.The princeling was almost flying with joy. Ning Rongrong smiled after hearing the prince's words. Did she have a good impression of the prince? If the two of them got married, they would be as solid as a mountain.

The apprenticeship banquet was held in an orderly manner. Xue Qinghe came to Ning Fengzhi with tea in both hands and bowed deeply, "Teacher, please have tea."

"Okay." Satisfied with his disciple, Ning Fengzhi picked up the teacher's tea and took a sip, acknowledging the disciple in front of him, "Qinghe is talented and intelligent. Today, you and I have become master and disciple. The teacher also has a gift for you. Honor him." Glory."

"Yes, Dad." Ning Rongrong, who was standing nearby, heard Ning Fengzhi calling her and quickly came to her senses. She reluctantly took out a manuscript from the storage soul guide, walked to Xue Qinghe and handed it to him. past.

"This book was an assignment given to her by Rongrong's teacher. I liked it very much after reading it. It contains a lot of life philosophy. I have a different experience every time I read it. I copied this book by myself. Wang Qinghe Study it every day and learn something from it.”

Ning Fengzhi plagiarized Mo Wen's book without hesitation, and Ning Fengzhi didn't feel embarrassed at all, looking enigmatic.

If Mo Wen hadn't known that it was a book on self-cultivation, he would have thought that what Ning Fengzhi had given him was some great secret book.

Holding the Confucian and Taoist classics in both hands, Xue Qinghe bowed again. Let alone a book, even if Ning Fengzhi threw him a piece of paper, he would have to thank him, "Thank you, teacher. I understand."

"Okay, the ceremony is over. You can enjoy the delicious food and relax." Seeing that it was over, Prince Snow Star couldn't wait to stand up and give full play to his spirit of ownership.

"Uncle Wang is here as a guest, you don't have to worry about these things." After putting away the books, Xue Qinghe walked up the steps with a smile, came to Ning Fengzhi's side, picked up a glass of wine, "Masters, today is a great day for loneliness. Please celebrate together and make sure you don’t get drunk and never come home.”

"To the prince." The princelings responded immediately, raised their glasses and drank down the wine in one gulp.

"Your Majesty, I see that the prince and Ning Rongrong, the daughter of Sect Master Ning, are talented and beautiful. It is better for good things to come in pairs. It is also a wonderful thing for them to make a marriage contract and for the disciple to marry the teacher's daughter." One of the princelings came from the crowd. He stood up, knelt down on one knee, and happily offered his thoughts.

Xue Ye on the stage frowned and smiled angrily, "I have no say in this matter. It depends on Sect Master Ning's opinion."

Mo Wen in the crowd smiled even more happily. He understood very well that not only Xue Ye didn't want to agree to this, but Ning Fengzhi didn't want to agree either. The sect was fundamentally strong. Ning Rongrong's husband must be an offensive soul master. How could that be possible? Marry Xue Qinghe.

As expected, everyone in the court was full of wonderful people. In order to get closer to Ning Fengzhi, they really tried their best and were not afraid of getting into trouble and doing the opposite.

"This..." Looking at the bastard Xian Ce in his heart, Ning Fengzhi didn't know what to say for a moment. Ru Xueye cared about the face of the Qibao Glazed Sect, and he also needed to take into account the face of the royal family, so he refused too decisively. , everyone looks bad.

Seeing Mo Wen snickering again, Ning Rongrong became even more angry. I don't want to get married yet, so I have to help her. Her eyes changed into an affectionate look, "Dad, I don't want you, I already have someone I like." It’s him. We have made a private decision for life, and we can’t marry the prince’s brother.”

Looking along Ning Rongrong's hand, Mo Wen, who was dressed in strange clothes in the crowd, was very eye-catching. He looked left and right, looking for the person Ning Rongrong had decided to marry for life, but he couldn't find him no matter how hard he looked.

Ning Qing, who was following behind, seemed to understand something. She put her big hand on Mo Wen's back and pushed him out of the crowd with hard force.

He knew that Ning Qing was going to push him, but how could Mo Wen's strength be compared to Soul Saint? Standing in the aisle, he found Ning Rongrong looking at him, and he suddenly felt bad and his scalp was numb.

"Mo Wen?" Not to mention Mo Wen, Ning Fengzhi was also very confused. I asked you to teach my daughter, so why don't you go to bed? Since things have developed to this point, I can only break my teeth and swallow them. The little cotton-padded jacket was gone, "Yes, Your Majesty, my daughter and Mo Wen are in love, and Feng Zhi is helpless."

His underwear was soaked with sweat in an instant. Mo Wen stood in the aisle and was a little at a loss for a moment. This kind of situation is no joke. Everyone here is the current or future powerful figure in the empire. If you tease them, you will Targeted by everyone.

Ning Rongrong ran up to Mo Wen. Ning Rongrong just put her head on his chest, leaned on it, put her hands around his waist, and said in a delicate voice, "Hey, Mo Wen, please speak quickly." Ah, otherwise people will ignore you."