The Eternal Saint Master of Douluo

After everything was done, Mo Wen didn't reveal the fact that he was a twin martial soul. With this news, he planned to fight for more things for himself in the future. It was also a way to improve his status. It was better to make the best use of everything and hide his trump card. .

Neither the money nor the inner elixir could be brought back by the coachman, and Mo Wen was worried about leaving it to someone else. He could only wait seven days to return and hand it over to Liu Erlong himself. He could only regret losing any of them and always protect them personally.

Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong were sent away respectfully, and the two of them strolled around the mountain. They called a maid and asked her to take Mo Wen to the villa complex in the back hill of Qibao Glazed Sect where they lived.

The houses here are basically in the shape of pagodas. Ning Fengzhi lives in the innermost nine-story villa. Not far ahead is Ning Rongrong's seven-story villa. Both titled Douluo live on the first floor of Ning Fengzhi's villa. .

These are what the maid told Mo Wen. Along the way, the maid kept talking. It can be heard from her words that this guy is one of Ning Rongrong's followers. He has nothing serious to do all day long. His main task is to accompany Ning Rong. Rongwan didn't know how he was caught leading the way for him.

The villa assigned to Mo Wen is a five-story building with all the furniture. The first floor is the reception area, the second floor is the dining area, and the third floor has a row of bookshelves filled with books. Pens, inks, paper and inkstones are all available.The fourth floor was very empty, surrounded by swords. It seemed that Ning Fengzhi had specially prepared a place for him to practice mimicry.The fifth floor is the bedroom, with a large round bed.

The little maid took him downstairs and got out of tune anxiously. Zuo Mo asked a person that he was visiting. The main color was black, supplemented by gold as decoration. He went all the way to the fifth floor. For some reason, he felt as if there was someone on the bed. .

On the other side, the little maid anxiously ran to Ning Rongrong's residence, ran to the eldest lady's side obediently, and said respectfully, "Miss, the new one has been assigned to the ninth room of the Wubao Pavilion in front."

Holding a telescope made of colored glass, Ning Rongrong waved his hand with an impatient expression, "I can see it. Go and bring me some food. I want to study this newcomer carefully. He must be better than you." It’s a lot more fun.”

Who among the younger generation of Qibao Glazed Sect does not know the name of the little witch? The little maid did not dare to say more, so she quickly agreed and trotted off to order the dishes.

For the past month, Ning Rongrong felt like she was living in dire straits. Ever since Mo Wen walked out of the Wuhun Hall that day, the name of the 11-year-old Soul Master slowly spread throughout the continent, and he suddenly became someone else's child. .

Ning Fengzhi also studied Mo Wen for a whole month, and often told her that she wanted to learn from Mo Wen, which made Ning Rongrong extremely annoyed. Now that the rightful owner has finally come, she must teach him some lessons, otherwise it will be difficult to understand the hatred in her heart. .

Lying on the window with her little butt raised, the scene over there was exciting. With one beautiful eye open and staring at it, Ning Rongrong showed a naughty smile.

There is an obvious bulge in the quilt, which everyone has to notice, not to mention the gauze clothes placed on the chair next to the bed. Isn't it the same outfit worn by the maids of Liuli Hall? There is no need to guess the person on the bed, he was sent by Ning Fengzhi. Come to protect his Qing Yi.

After receiving such a great gift, Mo Wen was stunned for a while. He carefully searched the knowledge in his mind. It seemed that none of it could be applied to the current scene. No wonder it was better to have no books at all. Many things still need to be done by yourself. Only through practice can we come to the truth.

It happened that at this time, Qing Yi, who was lying on the bed covered with silk quilt, turned over, his brows were half-furrowed and his eyes were half-opened. He looked at Mo Wen who was stunned there with a hint of water. His voice when he spoke was so crisp that it was bone-chilling. "Sir, you are back, Qing Yi has been waiting for you until you fell asleep."

"Gudu." He swallowed subconsciously, and Mo Wen's handsome face suddenly turned red. This scene made his heart beat faster. He couldn't help but transform and go to the top with her, in the clouds and rain in Wushan, in the spring night.

After violently throwing the colored thoughts out of his head, Mo Wen was hit hard again the next moment, and his blood surged instantly.

I saw Qing Yi sitting up from the bed, and the silk quilt slid from her neck to her chest. The deep ravine instantly attracted Mo Wen's attention. Her snow-white shoulders were also exposed to the sunset, stained with orange color, half-covered Half-covering is the most deadly.

This scene made Ning Rongrong, who was peeping, extremely excited. She stretched out her body hard, and her entire upper body passed through the window frame without any hindrance. She almost fell off. She straightened up quickly and became even more angry. If it weren't for Mo Wen This bastard, it’s not like she almost fell from the seventh floor and almost disfigured her beautiful face.

The hateful Mo Wen was confused at this moment. It has been five years since he practiced the holy way of mind. He has read the entire set of books and hundreds of schools of thought and recited them hundreds of times. Theory is just theory after all. Without experience in practice, it will appear shallow and weak.

The book says that you shouldn’t indulge in women’s sex, but it doesn’t say that you shouldn’t engage in this kind of thing. Some even say that people should not be romantic and waste their youth, and that elegant things can better relieve stress. Regarding matters between men and women, they are still supportive. status, but these are too far away for Mo Wen, who was born as a commoner.

When I was little, I never had enough to eat. In order not to feel hungry, I would sleep until close to noon every day. I didn’t eat much. I didn’t even dare to play for fear of consuming too much energy and making me too hungry. I can't sleep at night.

At that time, Mo Wen also imagined what his future wife would look like. At that time, he had nothing. His only property was the clothes on his body and the bead. Now he has many things and has forgotten his previous dreams. He has new dreams. As he did more things, the imagination of his wife stopped imagining and stayed in the past.

If you want to have a good child, it is best to have someone who can resonate with your martial soul. At that time, you were still very naive and hoped that you would have soul power and have a wife with the same mind.Now that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Mo Wen hopes that he can become an eternal saint master and let his sister gain true happiness. He cannot let such trivial things stumble him.

The golden light lit up on his body, and at this moment of perfect xinxing, Mo Wen made another breakthrough. Not only did his soul power reach level 35, but the holy way of mind also reached the point where he could practice the second level. Li took another big step forward and reached the high level of Soul King.

With a long sigh, Mo Wen calmed down and did not let Qing Yi wear her original clothes. He took out a set of snow-white robes and threw them on her. There was no wave in his eyes. This charm could not make his heart move at all. , "Put it on, I don't need you to do such a thing, tell me about your martial soul and soul power level."

When the temptation didn't work, Qing Yi also calmed down and got off the bed. She didn't care that her beautiful snow-white body was exposed in front of Mo Wen. There was no cover in the ravine. She picked up the clothes Mo Wen gave her and put them on, crossed her legs and sat down. At the end of the bed, a pair of serious clothes actually gave off a different kind of temptation.

"The little girl Qing Yi, the martial spirit is a layer of red energy condensed in her hands. It has the ability to corrode and confuse people's hearts. Unfortunately, the potential has been exhausted. The soul power is stuck at level 61, and it will be difficult to break through in this life." Thousands of times, the charm of the voice is many times greater than that of the hands.

The red hands reminded Mo Wen of Du Qianqiu. Currently, there is no true martial soul on the mainland. When Du Qianqiu awakened his martial soul, he was still considered to have no martial soul. He had an eighth level soul power but no martial soul, so he was considered a waste.

With the example of Du Qianqiu, Mo Wen felt that Qing Yi's martial soul was her hands, and that energy was just an additional manifestation. Just like Du Qianqiu's soul skills made her bigger or physically stronger, her manifestation was red energy. The change.

Regarding this monitor, Mo Wen had other thoughts. The great commander of the Yin Yang family practiced a unique spell and his hands were red. If Qing Yi could rely on him in the future, he wouldn't mind having his hands cut off. Pass it to her.

Ning Rongrong, who peeked at her, became even more upset. She gritted her silver teeth, her beautiful eyes burning with anger. Ever since she peeked at Ning Fengzhi's collection of picture albums last month, she was extremely curious about the things between men and women. , it’s rare to see a real example. Who knows that Mo Wen actually retreated, he is simply not a man.