The Regent's Little Wife

The assassin kneeling on the ground hadn't stood up yet. At this time, he said to the assassin kneeling on the ground, "Please invite him to the main hall and be nicer. I still have some things to do. I'll go over after I finish them..."

The killer, who was kneeling on the ground, agreed and walked out of the room.

At this time, the only people left in the room were Murong Ye, Leng Wuya and Leng Wushang.

"My little disciple... let me first tell you about the sect rules. There are a few points you need to remember. I just hope you don't cross the line. If you dare to cross the line, I will not show any mercy."

"First, it is strictly forbidden to betray your teacher and ancestors. I think this is the first requirement of every sect. If you dare to break it, I will chase you to the ends of the earth and I will definitely wipe you out. Second, if you don't study hard, I am not afraid of your stupidity. I teach you martial arts, and if you can't do it once or twice, that's okay. But you need to study hard. If you don't study hard, then what martial arts are you learning? I will personally destroy all his martial arts, and then you don't have to learn anymore."

"I hope you, my little disciple, can remember the above two points firmly. These two points are the bottom line of your master. What do you think, little disciple..." Murong Ye said, looking at Sang Ning in front of him with a smile.

"Okay, I hope you won't regret it... Wuya... Open the altar and invite the ancestors..." Leng Wuya agreed and came to the incense table. I don't know what he was doing.

"My little disciple... this is Master's ancestor... you should call him Grandmaster. Come here and meet him."

Sang Ning, what I hate most is this kind of kneeling ceremony, but there is no other way now. If I want to recognize a master, I must go through these procedures.

She walked over properly, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed three times to Taizu.

"This is my master's master...you should call him Grand Master."

Sang Ning did not stand up, but moved his position and kowtowed three times to the portrait.

Murong Ye nodded in satisfaction. Sang Ning knew that he had to salute the man in red before him. He was not happy about it at all. But there was nothing he could do.

"Disciple greets Master..." Sang Ning performed a very standard kneeling ceremony.

Murong Ye was very satisfied, so he pulled up Sang Ning who was kneeling on the ground. He turned around and saw his two disciples again.

"These two are your senior brothers Leng Wuya and Leng Wushang..."

Sang Ning, of course, knew their names, and had fought with them before. But since they entered the sect earlier than she did, she had to call them "senior brothers", damn it.

Sang Ning had a smile on his face. He didn't need to kneel down to kowtow to his fellow disciples, but he still needed to follow the usual etiquette.

"Sang Ning greets the two senior brothers." Sang Ning bowed to them.

Seeing this, the two men hurriedly greeted each other with their hands.

"Junior sister, you're welcome... From now on, we'll be from the same sect, and we'll help each other..."

They both knew their master. Although this junior sister was the last one to enter the sect, the master valued her the most and even accepted her as his last disciple. This meant that this junior sister was the future successor.

"Wu Ya... go and inform all the assassins in the pavilion... today our pavilion has accepted a closed disciple. We will announce it to the world in three days..."

Sang Ning thought, you need to announce your apprenticeship to the world. You are not the emperor's successor, why do you need to announce it to the world? You just accepted a closed disciple, do you need to announce it to the world?

"Little disciple, come with me to the front hall. If you don't go now, I think your husband will really come in..."

Shen Yan in the front hall couldn't sit still any longer. Although he didn't know Murong Ye, he saw today that Murong Ye's kung fu was really powerful, and he might not be his opponent. He was about to get up and search every room, when Mu Yeye came to the front hall with Sang Ning.

"Ning'er...are you okay? He didn't do anything to you, did he?" Shen Yan pulled Sang Ning over and asked anxiously.

"I'm fine..." Sang Ning shook her head.

"Please take a seat, Regent... I didn't expect that the dignified and cold-faced Regent would be so respectful to his own princess." Murong Ye said as he sat on the stool. At this time, his subordinates had brought the tea up, and he picked up the tea and started to drink it.

"Master, do you have anything else to say? If not, I will take my princess away..." Shen Yan did not have any good feelings towards Murong Ye in front of him. Although Luosha Pavilion had not done anything evil, he had the Dark Pavilion under his name, and what they did was similar. They could be considered competitors. There was nothing to say about competitors.

"Hey, Regent... don't be in such a hurry to leave. The princess in front of you is my last disciple."

"What did you say?" Shen Yan looked at Murong Ye in disbelief. He turned his head and looked at Sang Ning again.

Sang Ning nodded, feeling a little embarrassed. "My Lord, I'm sorry... I took Murong Ye as my master without asking you. I fought with him and he did beat me. It was because I was not as skilled as him, so I agreed to his request and became his last disciple."

Shen Yan sighed and tried to smile. "Why are you saying sorry to me? You love martial arts. Whose master do you want to become? I won't stop you."

Then he turned to Murong Ye and said, "Murong Ye... You acknowledge my wife as your last disciple, I won't say anything, but I'm telling you in advance, if you dare to play those little tricks, if you dare to use the name of master and disciple to do something impotent, or if you dare to hurt her, you also know what I do, I will fight you to the death at all costs."

"You are worrying too much, Regent. I only value Ning'er because she is a martial arts genius... If I didn't value her, he would have died when we met yesterday... I would never have kept him until now."

"Ning'er...you go back with the Regent...starting from tomorrow, I will be here in person at 10 p.m. every day to teach you martial arts. I hope you can put it into practice. I know the Regent doesn't like this place of mine, so please..." There was a smug look on his face.

Although they had never met, they were doing the same thing and had been competitors for many years. I didn't expect that a competitor would use such a despicable method to attack someone close to you.

Shen Yan was about to leave with Sang Ning, when Murong Ye suddenly remembered.

"Wait a minute, little disciple...there is something I forgot to give you," he said as he took out a silver note worth ten thousand yuan from his pocket and handed it over.

"My little disciple, this is yours... take it. Since your two senior brothers have lost and signed a document, I can't let the people in the martial arts world know that my Luosha Pavilion is a place that doesn't keep its word." As he said this, he placed a silver note worth ten thousand in front of Sang Ning.

Sang Ning took the 10,000 taels of silver without any hesitation and put it in her arms. In addition to Leng Wuya and Leng Wushang, there were several assassins from Luosha Pavilion. They were all stunned. They didn't expect that this little apprentice sister would dare to accept it. She was really brave.

Murong Ye now admires his little apprentice from the bottom of his heart. She is probably the only one in the world who dares to take money from Murong Ye. She is not only a martial arts genius, but also has amazing courage. If I pass on my lifelong martial arts to her and let her be my successor, it seems that my decision is correct.

Shen Yan took Sang Ning away, and the two did not interact much in the carriage. Sang Ning knew in her heart that Shen Yan must be angry. After all, he was her competitor, and this competitor actually accepted her wife as his last disciple. Isn't this a slap in her face? But in front of her, she had no other choice in that situation. She could only recognize Murong Ye as her master. If she didn't recognize him, she would die. She didn't want to learn from these pedantic ancients.