The Eternal Saint Master of Douluo

After not sleeping all night, Mo Wen looked a little tired. He spent a lot of energy during the day and stayed up all night again. When a white light lit up in the sky, he came to the first floor, lay down on the sofa, covered himself with a robe and slowly walked Go to sleep.

The exciting scene in the evening actually reappeared in my dream, and my face became a little rosy. I was about to refuse, when I suddenly felt someone peeping at me. I didn't dare to completely relax while sleeping. Just like practicing, I was always alert to the surrounding situation.

He suddenly sat up from the sofa and found that it was almost noon. Standing next to him was Ning Rongrong, who almost fell down. Mo Wen felt a little funny in his heart, wondering what the eldest lady was up to.

The circles under his eyes were a little dark, which meant that Ning Rongrong had not slept for a long time last night. After thinking carefully for half the night, he had just woken up and ran over. As soon as he got closer, he saw that Mo Wen had woken up. Fortunately, his cultivation was good, so he could hold on steady. body.

Seeing Mo Wen's suspicious look, Ning Rongrong felt insulted. What happened last night happened yesterday, and today is today. You can distrust me yesterday, but why don't you trust me today.

"What are you thinking about? This lady came here specially to see you. Come on, pass on your skills and soul guidance device manufacturing methods to me. I will practice hard and strive to become the number one auxiliary soul master in the mainland as soon as possible."

Looking at Ning Rongrong who looked like she had taken the wrong medicine, Mo Wen was speechless for a moment. She just failed to attack in a sneak attack yesterday, but today she still has the nerve to come over and ask her to teach her the exercises. This child can succeed at the first glance. She is only eight years old. This is shameless.

"It's not the time yet. Wait until I find the right time to teach you these. Now you don't even call me master, so you have no position."

He had made up his mind to wait until the banquet on the [-]th of next month before teaching the exercises. Mo Wen had no intention of changing his mind. Currently, Ning Rongrong's character was not up to standard, and teaching him might be counterproductive.

It is now the end of the month, and after seven days at Qibao Glazed Sect, she can return to the academy to practice. These few days have slowly hit Ning Rongrong, creating a window period in the middle, so that when she comes back next time, she can shatter her arrogance in one fell swoop.

The best way to maximize benefits is to use kindness and power at the same time. With Ning Rongrong's eldest daughter's temper, she might not take it for granted to just show kindness.

After being rejected, Ning Rongrong didn't show any anger. She suffered a big loss yesterday and now her butt still hurts a little. She was ready to make a move. She would first gather information and then designate a battle plan.

He looked at Mo Wen with his big buling eyes, and his little mouth pouted. He looked so cute with a moon-white dress, "Brother Mo Wen, don't you want to be my teacher? You see, you are so talented." 11 years old, I'm only eight years old, how can there be such a small age difference between master and apprentice, isn't it, 嘤嘤嘤嘤~"

Resisting the urge to smash his fist into the face of this moaning monster, Mo Wen felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach for a moment. When force failed, he began to use beauty. An eight-year-old kid had so many twists and turns all day long. , "Practice a way, and the master is the teacher. I have two disciples, both about ten years old. They also respect me very much. One is level 21 and the other is level 23. They can become soul masters by the age of 13 at the latest. Both of them respect me very much. He’s a genius.”

"Exactly." She lowered her head and curled her lips. Ning Rongrong was very disdainful. Anyone can be called a genius these days. She was eight years old and seventeenth level. She was not very proud. Those two people were nothing. When she raised her head, she was replaced by another one. A pitiful expression.

"Brother Mo Wen, don't you think my father doesn't love me anymore? I'm so pitiful."

Mo Wen had goosebumps all over his body. Mo Wen had no experience in dealing with naughty little girls. The girls in the orphanage before were each more well-behaved than the other. He suddenly missed them again. They were all good children.

Out of sight and out of mind, he stood up and left, "If you say it's not the time, it's not the time. How and when to teach is all up to me. I won't give you any gifts from talking about becoming a disciple."

Standing there and watching Mo Wen anxiously leave, Ning Rongrong smiled like a little fox. She didn't expect that Mo Wen couldn't stand girls acting coquettishly. It was so interesting. After holding this handle, he didn't just manipulate it at will.

Ning Rongrong, who had no idea that Mo Wen was disgusted and left, hummed a tune happily and left. The days are long and the hard ones can't be compared to the soft ones. The days of getting along are still long. Take your time and continue tonight.

Catching the melody with his ears, Mo Wen shook his head. This person must be self-aware. Ning Rongrong obviously wanted to go astray.

When they came to the second floor, Qing Yi had been waiting for a long time. Seeing her, Mo Wen felt a little guilty, and she had clearly refused, and her mind was already in a state of perfection. She never thought that they would meet her again in her dream, so she forced herself to be calm and walked to the side.

"Young Master, you're awake." With a surprised expression, Qing Yi came up to him, releasing his charm with every move of his hands and feet, "I saw the Young Master sleeping on the first floor, and found that the oil lamp on the third floor was warm, so I Mr. Zhi didn't sleep all night, so he didn't disturb him. He made some rice and put it in a pot to warm. I'll take it out now."

I have never been treated like this since I was a child. I stood there looking a little at a loss and didn't know how to deal with it.

Refuse, for fear of hurting Qing Yi's heart. After so many years in the Qibao Glazed Sect, he probably has learned some skills in serving others. After accepting it, Mo Wen felt a little uneasy.

After thinking for three seconds, he immediately set off, walked to Qing Yi, and helped bring two side dishes, "You don't have to be so polite. I don't come from a wealthy family. I don't have so many rules. I still like to do many things myself."

Qing Yi's existence is very complicated. As a person trained by the Qibao Glazed Sect, Ning Fengzhi put him next to Mo Wen to monitor his existence. He has a side that is close to him and a side that is far away from him. He needs to be united, criticized and united.

Now that we are getting closer, it can be considered as a way to unite first, and then find a suitable opportunity to beat and then bribe. Mo Wen is preparing to form a Yin Yang family force to collect intelligence for him and do some dirty work. The position of Da Siming is reserved for Qing Yi.

In addition, there is also a need for a capable person who can collect extensive intelligence. I have heard that a woman with the Blue Silver Emperor's martial spirit is the most suitable. Unfortunately, she is no longer alive, otherwise the position of Moon God would be hers. .

Yes, they are humans. Like Xiao Wu, Mo Wen believes that the soul beasts that transform into humans are humans. The moment they transform, their nature changes. The so-called non-human beings must have different minds. In essence, they He has been separated from the soul beast. He will also need soul rings in the future and will not be accepted by the soul beast clan.

While eating, Mo Wen mentally planned the future power administration. Yang Lin must be the leader of the military, Du Qianqiu should be responsible for the civil service, and he himself would be responsible for intermediary dispatch, formulating national policies, and serving the emperor.

The Yin-Yang family, medical school, Legalism, Confucianism, Mohism, etc. have all penetrated into every aspect of the empire. Liu Erlong, the leader of the medical family, should have already been selected. When he met Qing Yi, he was planning to form a team of the Yin-Yang family, with the Qibao Glazed Sect as the leader. Base.

After finishing the meal, it was already noon. Mo Wen picked up his eyebrows and practiced swordsmanship in the simulated environment on the fourth floor. The holy martial arts only provided a framework. Changes in details require his own creation and exploration. What comes out in this way is What suits you best.

Learning is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat. The same goes for swordsmanship and cultivation. After an hour of swordsmanship practice, it was changed to practice of boxing, body, palm, etc. During this period, Qing Yi was watching from the side, Mo Wen There was no stopping it either.

Sooner or later, he becomes one of his own, and there is no need to hide it. If ordinary methods don't work, Mo Wen doesn't mind using methods like the Six Soul Terror Curse, but in that case, it may not be so perfect.

It was rare that Ning Rongrong did not bully her friends today. She was holding a telescope and observing Mo Wen's every move. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle. She planned to continue taking action tonight.

This is a war, and it will not stop unless one party takes the initiative to bow his head. Since his personal attack failed last night, Ning Rongrong learned his lesson and prepared to send his own general - the little maid. If something goes wrong, she will continue to act cute, and she will definitely be able to defeat her. And retreat.

"This guy Mo Wen is quite handsome when he shows off his moves." Ning Rongrong's face was slightly red. She was startled by her own thoughts. She shook them away and patted her face, "How could you have such dangerous thoughts? That guy is a bastard. Be careful." Clean him up. '

Slowly the sky turned dark, the wind became a little noisy, and it was another unquiet night. Ning Rongrong's war was about to start again.