The Eternal Saint Master of Douluo

Being hugged by Ning Rongrong with a bad smile, Mo Wen knew that now was the occasion and could only cooperate with her acting. Ning Fengzhi agreed without seeing that he could only hold her tightly and hug her, ignoring the perverted looks of the people around him. Xiang Xue Qinghe said, "Your Majesty, Your Highness the Crown Prince, Rongrong and I have already made a private decision for life. I am afraid that Rongrong will not be able to marry Your Highness the Crown Prince."

"Your Excellency, you are Mo Wen, the number one genius who is famous in the mainland? I have heard about the name of the 11-year-old Soul Lord for a long time." Xue Qinghe, who is a daughter, is still very resistant to his sudden desire for multiple fiancées. Now that he has a successor, It’s also a lot easier.

"His Royal Highness, Miao Zan, I don't deserve the name of a genius, I'm just a little good at cultivation." When his eyes came into contact with Xue Qinghe, Mo Wen instantly felt that the two of them were the same kind of people, people who wanted to change the world.

Similarly, Xue Qinghe also deeply felt that Mo Wen was an interesting person. Between their expressions, they actually reached a consensus, "Elder Mo Wen is also a wonderful person. He is also very interested in young talents. We can communicate more when we have time."

Prince Xue Xing next to him had already let go of his worries. Unexpectedly, he would not be able to marry Ning Rongrong. If you disturb him, the communication will not get good results."

He was a loser in cultivation. Prince Xuexing felt that his advantages were his IQ and his keen sense of politics. He looked down on soul masters and thought they were just a bunch of reckless men. So what about titled Douluo? They were not just serving him as guests.

Xue Qinghe was very satisfied with Prince Xue Xing's stable performance again and ignored him. He first said something to Xue Ye and Ning Fengzhi, then walked directly off the stage and came to Mo Wen, "Elder Mo Wen, why don't I just call you Brother Mo, it’s a perfect match for Rongrong to be with you, I’ll give you a toast on behalf of the teacher.”

The maid next to him hurriedly brought the drinks and stood aside respectfully.

Some of the princelings who disliked Mo Wen quickly closed their eyes.

Taking the wine glass from Xue Qinghe's hand, Mo Wen, who didn't like drinking, had no choice at the moment. The two glasses clinked together and they drank it all.

Ning Fengzhi on the stage looked at her little cotton-padded jacket, her heart twitching, and then she saw Mo Wen drinking with Xue Qinghe, and sighed softly.

The sigh happened to be heard by Xue Ye. He glanced at the genius poached by the Qibao Glazed Sect and couldn't help but ask, "Why is Sect Leader Ning sighing?"

"Fengzhi was just sighing. Rongrong has grown up, and it's time to fall in love. I felt a little emotional for a while." Looking at the three people leaving, Ning Fengzhi made careful calculations, and it seemed that he wanted to make things happen.

Fathers are communicating, young people are communicating.

Holding Ning Rongrong in his arms, Mo Wen walked to a corner with Xue Qinghe. Thanks to her, he got the opportunity to communicate with the prince. He had to continue acting seriously and suddenly said, "His Royal Highness seems to be different from the rumors. "

The ceremony is over, and the remaining time is for everyone to exchange emotions. I am here just to witness the ceremony.

But Ning Rongrong, who originally just wanted to get away, was very unhappy at the moment. Being held by Mo Wen, she felt the faint scent of bamboo and her face turned red. But as a fiancée, she couldn't make things too big, otherwise she would be seen through.

"What's the difference?" Xue Qinghe looked a little hungry, picked up a plate, took a few dishes, and raised his head to ask.

"The outside world's evaluation of His Highness the Crown Prince is too superficial. Mo Wen thinks His Highness is a profound person." Gently letting go of Ning Rongrong, Mo Wen put one hand behind his back and spoke meaningful words.

After eating two pieces of meat, Xue Qinghe shook the wine glass in his hand, placed it in front of himself, and asked, "How can you see it?"

This kind of rhetoric was tantamount to acknowledging Mo Wen's point of view. The two looked at each other and smiled, but Ning Rongrong was the only one who was confused.

"I met His Highness for the first time today. I can tell that His Highness is gentle and gentle. But I also feel that His Highness has a million soldiers in his chest." The fork was accurately stabbed on a piece of lion meat. Mo Wen did not eat it, but picked it up.

The core of Mo Wen's research in recent years, who is familiar with the Holy Spiritology, is the "Zonghengdao", "Three Excellent Confucianism", "Huang Lao's School", "Emperor's Art" and "Miscellaneous School Theory", and began to formally Conduct a thorough exploration of Xueqing River.

Xue Qinghe, who had the ideal of unifying the continent, laughed out loud after hearing this, and sighed repeatedly, "Hahaha, Brother Mo's words are quite temperamental. Qinghe was very happy, I wonder what Brother Mo has to say?"

"Gao Jian said no, Your Highness knows about my inheritance." After hearing Xue Qinghe's question, Mo Wen was confident and took the initiative to drag out the matter of inheritance, which meant that he was not alone, but a group of people.

The two moved again, and this time Mo Wen left Ning Rongrong behind. The tool man's mission was over, Xue Qinghe took the bait, and there was no need to let her know the rest.

The girl Ning Rongrong's heart was instantly broken after being left behind, and then she remembered that the relationship between the two of them was not good, and she was also trying to trouble him.

It happened that another group of licking dogs came over at this time, "Miss Rongrong, hello, I am..."

"Go away, I have no time to pay attention to you." Ning Rongrong's true nature was revealed, and she waved her hand to drive away the wolf.

Here, Mo Wen and Xue Qinghe specially chose an unoccupied terrace, stood in front of the railing and looked at the scenery in the courtyard together, and began to continue their previous conversation.

Putting the wine glass on the railing, Xue Qinghe's heartbeat accelerated a little. For some reason, he recalled the fantasy he had while taking a bath in his mind, and discussed it with Mo Wen beside him. It can be said that it was better than imagined, "I don't know Mo Wen." Qinghe is really curious about what kind of inheritance brother has."

"My master's name is Di Yang. I summed up the experience of my predecessors and established the inheritance of the holy way. I passed on the secrets on behalf of my master and accepted several disciples." Golden light lit up in his eyes, and Mo Wen's aura surged in a small area. A little show of his hand.

The aura was so strong that Xue Qinghe, who had actually cultivated to be the Soul Emperor, couldn't help but open his eyes wide. There was no doubt that he had the aura of a high-level Soul King, and he hurriedly said, "Brother Mo's cultivation is really impressive, it opened Qinghe's eyes. Don’t call me Prince either, why don’t you and I treat each other as brothers?”

"Then I'd rather be respectful than obey your orders, Brother Xue." He folded his hands together and Mo Wen saluted respectfully, which was regarded as respect for this title.

The topic was completely raised, Xue Qinghe did not hide it, and hit the nail on the head, "Brother Mo's talent shocked Gu Po. I heard that the textbooks used for early reading at the Holy Path Advanced Soul Master Academy were written by Brother Mo, and today's teacher The book I took out is the same as the textbook, so is Brother Mo Rong Rong’s teacher or Rong Rong’s sweetheart?”

"Hahaha, Rongrong is being naughty. Please bear with me, brother Xue. I am her teacher, not a fiancé. Maybe it is because Rongrong is too young and is reluctant to leave Sect Leader Ning, so she pulled me as a shield." After being exposed, Mo Wen was not in a hurry. If Xue Qinghe was angry because of this matter, someone else would need to support him.

"So Brother Mo is also a wonderful person, hahaha..." Hearing Mo Wen's explanation, Xue Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief for some reason, and became closer as he spoke, "I've heard about Rongrong's character for a long time, but I didn't expect it. , Brother Mo is also suffering today."

"When people want to gain something, they always have to take corresponding risks. I have been prepared for a long time, but I was caught off guard today." Mo Wen showed a wry smile and felt a little uncomfortable. It was easy for the prince to say, but Ning Fengzhi, an old fox, must have used the topic to his advantage.

Regarding risks, Xue Qinghe felt that he had spoken deep in his heart. He had been lurking in the Tiandou Palace since he was a child in order to gain status. Now he only takes risks. He must see the scenery at the top, "Brother Mo said it well, Why don't you and I be honest about what you can bring to me?"

The collision between the two careerists was naturally hidden under the words, but Xue Qinghe wanted to open the skylight and speak openly, which made Mo Wen a little unexpected, "Brother Xue spoke so directly, I was really at a loss. But since Brother Xue If you ask, why don’t we make a bet first.”

"Interesting, I wonder what Brother Mo wants to bet on?" Xue Qinghe took a sip of the wine in the glass and looked at Mo Wen calmly.

"Let's bet on the results of our Holy Path Advanced Soul Master Academy in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition next year. You can tell Brother Xue directly that I am the captain of the team, and the other team members are also Soul Masters. You can say that we It's an all-soul team." Putting his hands together, Mo Wen looked into Xue Qinghe's eyes without hesitation. Having reached this point, it was naturally impossible to give in.

"Okay, let's bet on this." It's a competition, but it's better to say it's an exhibition for nobles to select candidates. Xue Qinghe knows the All-Soul Sect lineup of Wuhundian team, so he can naturally guess the passing line. It's obvious that the advanced souls of the Holy Path The teacher academy cannot reach it. "Although Brother Mo is extraordinary, the competition is a matter of seven people. I will bet that the Holy Path team will lose in the second round of the round robin."

"Then I'll bet that I can make it to the finals. If I win, Brother Xue will promise me a request. If I lose, Brother Xue will be at my disposal in the Holy Path Advanced Soul Master Academy from now on." After making the bet, Mo Wen calmed down. After learning a lot, the rest depends on those friends, "You must know that Mo is 11 years old this year, a 35th level soul saint, and ten years from now, he will be at least a soul saint. My disciples are both civilized and martial, but Brother Xue is Earned it.”

"Compared to the Holy Path Advanced Soul Master Academy, I am more interested in Brother Mo himself." Xue Qinghe didn't value that kind of power at all. There were several titled Douluo in the Enshrinement Hall. She valued Mo Wen, just like Bibi Dong valued wisdom and elders as much as he did. How could he manage the empire without his own team? Years of hard work could easily be wasted with just one word.

"Then I promise Your Highness that I will be at your disposal. However, now that Mo has sold his combat power to the Qibao Glazed Sect, Brother Xue may only be able to get my intellectual support." Xue Qinghe's unusual closeness made Mo Wen a little wary. , immediately pointed out that he was a member of the Qibao Glazed Sect.

But Xue Qinghe didn't care about this at all. In her opinion, the Qibao Glazed Sect could be destroyed with a wave of her hand. What she wanted was Mo Wen. She raised her cup with a smile and added meaningfully, "It doesn't matter."