Douluo: Thousand Miles of Practice

"Dad~Grandpa Jian~"

The little witch instantly changed from a sweet little girlfriend to a sweet little daughter. It could be said that her date was broken up by her own father. It was as embarrassing as it could be.

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‘Xiao Shui Xiao Shui! Say something! ’

‘…’

Someone glanced at him and found that he had no interest in hidden weapons, so he ran away again, regardless of Qian Renxue's embarrassment.

Thinking that she would have to teach Qian Shui a lesson when she went back, Qian Renxue had no choice but to take on the job.

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Speaking of which, the relationship between Qian Shui and Ning Fengzhi is quite complicated. One once threatened Qian Shui's life, and the other had no problem cheating the other.

Now that the roles of strength are reversed, Ning Fengzhi and his Qibao Glazed Sect have to rely on Qianshui to survive. Even Qian Renxue, who has experienced it personally, has to sigh that it has been Hedong and Hexi for thirty years.

"I wonder who this friend is?"

Because of the masks, Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin looked at Qian Renxue and the hands she held with Ning Rongrong at the same time. This was also the reason for her embarrassment. But she didn't recognize the fact that she was Qianshui now.

"He is the 'Singer'~" Ning Rongrong made a gesture and loosened the hands held by Qian Renxue, and introduced the two elders.

It was just okay that she didn't introduce them. As soon as these words came out, Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin immediately became alert. They pulled their daughter back to them and looked at Qian Renxue, who was sweating, with an unkind expression.

She had no choice but to say hello with a polite salute, "Sect Master Ning, Your Majesty Sword Douluo."

It was obvious that she was just hanging out with Ning Rongrong, but why? Why did things become like this?

"Oh, Dad, I went to Brother Xue's house to find that woman Ning Huahua. She hasn't gone to class for three days, and we are all on vacation.

What a coincidence, I met Brother Shui and he had nothing to do, so I invited him to hang around~"

"Brother Shui?!"

Although he was partly surprised and partly aware that Yu Qian Shui had appeared in the Prince's Mansion, Ning Fengzhi also understood what was going on when he saw his daughter's shy appearance and strange address.

Because Qian Shui's strength was so amazing, they all ignored that he was only in his early twenties. But I had never heard of him marrying a wife or having a girlfriend. It seemed that his behavior suddenly became reasonable.

The old father mode started immediately, and Ning Fengzhi's complexion seemed to be relatively better.

"The 'Singer' is young and promising. The last time I saw him, he was almost titled. I wonder if he has obtained the ninth soul ring that he likes now? What kind of title has he obtained?"

Facing Ning Fengzhi's gentle voice, Qian Renxue really knew that some people had not blocked their accounts due to personal reasons, and there was nothing she could do.

"It's a lucky break. I'm going to be granted a title. I'm going to be titled 'Exiled Immortal'! But I haven't even gone to the Douluo Palace to be granted the title yet!"

From the story Qian Shui told her, she pulled out a tall guy and pressed him down. At least he was better than some 'Qian Shui Douluo'!

(I don’t care! I don’t care! I don’t care! - Qian Shui Douluo)

Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin's surprise flashed away, but they accepted it as a matter of course, "It turns out that the 'Exiled Immortal' is in front of you. My little girl is naughty and has caused trouble for you. I wonder why you came to this auction house?"

"Dad, we just happened to be here. Let's come in and have a look. Isn't it impolite for you to question me like this?"

As the old saying goes, girls always have their elbows pointed outward. Even if Ning Fengzhi saw this, she could only feel helpless.

But at this moment, the host on the podium held a loudspeaker and said to the bidders with a smile: "Next, what we are going to auction is a rare treasure. Please pay attention to those who are interested, especially Male VIP.”

Such words broke the awkward atmosphere. The four people's eyes were directed by the host, and three strong men pushed a cart up.

The cart was covered with red cloth, so the contents could not be seen, but from the appearance, it looked like a large square box.

Except for Ning Rongrong, who was weak and extremely curious, the three adults all frowned.

Ignoring the host's provocative words, inside the box was a huge iron cage. Inside the iron cage, there was a young girl curled up.

Most of the girl's body was unclothed, and only key parts were covered with shells. Because she was curled up, her appearance was unclear, but her figure was almost perfect.

Her fair skin is like crystal jade, and her light green short hair has a unique charm. It's just that she has non-human ears and tail on her head and special parts, making her look like a catwoman.

This time, Qian Renxue was reluctant to call Qian Shui. If he saw this, the auction house might be demolished on the spot.

Just afraid that something might happen, a wave of soul power quietly spread from Qian Shui's body, attracting the attention of Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin.

"Your Majesty, please calm down. You and I cannot save everyone, let alone the fallen souls."

In Ning Fengzhi's eyes, Qian Shui is still a young boy after all. Even though he is powerful, he is also quite intelligent.

But judging from how he ended the Marshal's Mansion in a fit of rage, he was just a passionate young man.

Glancing at Ning Fengzhi indifferently, Qian Shui closed his eyes and said, "Just because you can't do it, it doesn't mean that no one can do it. Difficult things are worth doing, right?"

Chapter 220 Disaster and Disaster

Qian Shui knew very well what Ning Fengzhi was thinking. He just wanted to tell himself: including the people wearing revealing clothes in this big spirit fighting arena, they had been completely enslaved. They had long accepted it all from the bottom of their hearts, and they were even happy with it.

Even if they know that this is wrong, they can't change anything. Some things may not be solved even if they know the source. The interests are intertwined, and no matter how powerful you are, it will be useless.

In this world, only Qianshui knows that there was a group of people who really did it. The only difference is whether you want to or are willing to do it, to do the most difficult thing.

Ning Fengzhi couldn't deny Qianshui's words, but the old fox heard another meaning: "Is this the reason why the Spirit Hall chose Qinghe? This is not like the character of His Holiness the Pope."

All crows in the world are black. Bibi Dong is not much better than Ning Fengzhi, but only Prince Xue Qinghe is maneuvering in the intricate lines of interests.

"This is not the intention of the Spirit Hall, nor her intention. It is my personal will, and it has nothing to do with others. Sect Master Ning should know that he and I are friends, right?" Since he said it, he might as well make his words clearer.

Qianshui at this moment no longer had the gentle feeling of jade, and that ethereal temperament appeared in front of Ning Rongrong again. Such Qianshui was talking to her father about something that she could not understand and could not get a word in.

In Jian Douluo's eyes, this young man suddenly returned to Longxing City, or the Far North, and became unfathomable. The higher the realm, the more obvious the feeling, and Chen Xin even felt like he was on the edge of the abyss.

Ning Fengzhi, who was in a different mood, smiled bitterly more and more. His original guess not only came true, but also was more unexpected.

He was even more amazed that the youthful spirit and the unfathomable could appear in one person at the same time.

"If I had known earlier..."

"Does Sect Master Ning regret it? But everything has a price, and profit is the most important thing. The price of ignoring other things is always heavy, but the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is happy with it, isn't it? To put it more deeply, His Majesty Sword Douluo is still here, isn't he?"

Shaking his head, with his daughter present, Ning Fengzhi didn't want to continue this heavy and complicated topic, and the auction officially began.

For cat woman with a mutated martial soul, Ning Fengzhi is still willing to save her.

But people like Ning Fengzhi are limited by their vision, and they don't even know that their actions are actually encouraging such a trend.

I didn't care about everything in front of me anymore, but just endured silently, sitting in the black VIP seat. Qian Renxue, who was very worried about his impulsive behavior, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Qianshui's perception is very strong, and he has already covered Tiandou City. How could he not see the filth?

But he had to be patient. This was not something that could be easily reversed by the absolute strength of one person. Things would inevitably spiral upward. After he finished killing this batch, another batch would appear.

After experiencing the more naked madness of the Killing City, he could no longer be so impulsive. Now he had to remember everything, such as the offer of Snow Star on the high platform and the avalanche beside him.

Until the moment of uprooting the tangled roots, everything would start all over again, and there would be no end.

Because if there was no painful price to pay, the human group would not wake up. Only when everyone felt that this was wrong would there be a chance to dissolve the spiral.

Just relying on force, just unwilling to face the cruel reality, destroying without repairing.

And the more he saw, the more determined his plan was.

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'Xiaoxue, this is the cruel struggle that you and I have to bear if we want to go on! '

'Well! ’

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As expected, the winner of this auction was Ning Fengzhi. Qianshui ran away again because the next item was Tang San’s hidden weapon, which he had no interest in.

Ning Fengzhi was naturally very interested. After the auction, he couldn’t wait to take a few people to a secret room. In the face of Ning Rongrong’s extremely unhappy expression, Ning Fengzhi first sent Catwoman away and then played with the hidden weapon with great interest.

“Rongrong, I give it to you for self-defense!”

Seeing that his father bought it specifically for himself, Ning Rongrong’s expression eased a little.

"I don't want it. This is made by my classmate. He has shown it many times. I followed Brother Shui out of curiosity. I didn't expect that he was just selling this thing to make some money."

"This... Can Rongrong introduce it to Dad!"

Hearing her father say this, the little witch immediately went online, "Dad, do you think I'm stupid? Don't I know what this means to our sect? But why didn't I introduce it to you earlier?

That's because the guy is not a good person! He has evil intentions towards Brother Shui's disciples. Who knows what he will think if you cooperate with him!"

First surprised, and finally relieved, Ning Fengzhi touched the little devil's raised head, and said happily: "So that's it, Rongrong has grown up and will consider the sect. Recently, his strength has also improved. In the future, the sect will rely on you~"

"Hmph! Don't come on! You can rely on Ning Huahua to carry forward the sect!"

The little witch put her hands on her hips and looked domineering, but she stunned everyone, and soon she smiled knowingly.

"Come to think of it, I haven't asked Her Majesty about Huahua's origins, and she herself can't explain it clearly."

Qian Renxue took over and took out the words she had prepared long ago: "I met her overseas and brought her back. I am her teacher and friend."

"Oh?"

At this time, they were no longer in the auction hall. Qianshui, who took off his mask, finally allowed Ning Fengzhi to take a closer look.

Although there was a big difference in temperament, the face that was similar to Ning Rongrong and Ning Huahua still made Ning Fengzhi frown. He had a magical idea in his heart that seemed to have been there for a long time, as long as the moment he first met Qianshui nearly ten years ago - could he also be the blood of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect?

But in just a moment, such an idea was dispersed by Qianshui's real strength. It would be great if there was such a person in his family.

This day ended with Ning Fengzhi taking Ning Rongrong back to the sect. Even if Ning Fengzhi had more thoughts, he couldn't be so deliberate.

Before leaving, Ning Rongrong asked reluctantly: "Brother Shui, can I see you again?"

It was Qian Renxue who was lucky, otherwise the old straight man would have slipped away, and how could Ning Rongrong have the opportunity to ask?

"If you want to find me, go to the Prince's Mansion, they are all here, and I won't leave."

Thinking that Ning Rongrong would definitely be unable to extricate herself from Qianshui's training, it would definitely be impossible for her to come, so he didn't hesitate to tell her.

Ning Fengzhi, who thought it was true, put away more of his thoughts, because as long as Qianshui stood there, the situation would remain unchanged, and they had no ability to change his will.

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Qian Renxue stood in front of the fighting arena, holding her son, her eyes were a little distracted. She had not recovered from the previous day's incident, and she did not enjoy the bad brother that night.

Qianshui deliberately avoided her, even if she felt guilty because of a moment's difference in thought, and obeyed Qianshui in every way, it didn't work.

The little angel didn't understand, wondering if this was considered a lack of harmony in the couple's life.

"Why are you here?"