In Douluo, the female pope used me as a substitute for her first love

"By the way, what happened to you just now? Why did you suddenly become so reckless?"

At this time, Ning Qingyun walked silently on the road and continued to talk to Ning Rongrong in the spiritual sea.

"I, can't control it."

Ning Rongrong pursed her lips.

"It's the feeling of suddenly meeting someone you've wanted to see for a long time. Oh, sister Qingyun, you definitely won't understand."

"I don't understand?"

Ning Qingyun subconsciously sneered when she heard the little girl's words, but then she thought about it and realized that she didn't seem to have any experience of suddenly becoming excited after seeing someone she had wanted to see for a long time. After all, she had been cultivating in the mountains for several years without caring about worldly affairs, and then she became famous all over the world when she came down the mountain...

Tsk.

"I really don't understand, but there's nothing to understand."

Ning Qingyun said casually.

She tightened the wooden sword in her hand.

"Rongrong, you only need to know that only swords are eternal. As long as you have a clear sword heart, an unparalleled sword, an invincible sword art and cultivation, everything you want will be like a torrent, unstoppable."

"Oh, yeah!"

In the spiritual sea, Ning Rongrong's eyes once again showed little stars, and she couldn't help but admire her special sister.

She nodded her head firmly, hoping that she could be as mighty and domineering as Sister Qingyun in the future!

In this regard, Ning Qingyun couldn't help but nod slightly with satisfaction, and the child was teachable.

Behind her, Wang Zhao was obscurely observing the slight changes in her expression that she inadvertently revealed, with a deep look in his eyes.

Not long after, under the leadership of Ning Qingyun, the three came to the courtyard where she usually practiced swordsmanship. They saw that the scenery here was beautiful, the grass was faint, and the wide field was enough to support her to perform her moves here unscrupulously.

There was a beam next to the courtyard. Ning Qingyun simply arranged for Wang Zhao to sit on the steps under the beam, and asked Xiaoying to prepare tea. She quickly stood in the center of the courtyard with her back to Wang Zhao holding a wooden sword.

"You won't be impulsive again, will you? Otherwise, if something goes wrong when dancing with the sword, you will make a fool of yourself in front of your idol."

Ning Qingyun said silently at this moment.

"I definitely won't!"

Ning Rongrong said firmly after hearing this.

"I hope so."

Ning Qingyun shook her head, closed her eyes slightly and opened them again. Her eyes were obviously clearer and more agile. Ning Rongrong was back online.

She moved her feet slightly and was about to face Wang Zhao. She paused and still held the sword upright behind her. Then she drew a sword flower in an arc, took a step to the side, and made a sword gesture.

Then, as Ning Rongrong thrust out with the wooden sword, she seemed to bend the sword with both strength and softness to draw a beautiful arc. Her body turned, her moves kept changing, and she could vaguely see the shadow of the sword. Her movements were as smooth as a pen, and she gradually entered a state of selflessness. Even Wang Zhao on the other side naturally ignored her and danced with the sword with some special Taoist essence.

"Is this, enlightenment?"

At this time, Ning Qingyun, who had just returned to the spiritual sea, noticed that Ning Rongrong, who was dancing with the sword, seemed to have suddenly made a small breakthrough in the sword art, and she couldn't help but open her mouth.

"Because of the nervousness at the beginning..."

Thinking of Wang Zhao's existence, Ning Qingyun was speechless for a moment.

It turned out that her master had told her that men would only slow down her sword drawing speed, pollute her clear sword heart, and make her sword edge blunt... It was not entirely true, and perhaps it was not impossible to make her stronger?

Pooh, pooh, pooh!

How can I doubt what the master said casually? This must be just a special case, a coincidence...

Ning Qingyun shook her head, feeling that her feelings seemed to be influenced by Ning Rongrong.

"By the way, didn't I tell her in advance that she just needed to do a few beautiful moves? Now that she made such a fuss, Wang Zhao wouldn't notice anything, right?"

She suddenly thought of it again.

However, now that things have come to this, it is useless to think more. We can only hope that the master of the Dragon King Hall does not know much about the sword, and can't see the current state of her silly sister.

And what kind of mood does Wang Zhao have when he sees Ning Rongrong dancing with a sword? Probably, surprise.

After all, he is an outsider in the sword, so naturally he doesn't know Ning Rongrong's state very well. However, from Ning Rongrong's smooth sword dancing movements, he can easily see that Ning Rongrong's understanding of swords is not shallow.

Wang Zhao continued to watch this rather pleasing scene with interest. Ning Rongrong, who was still a little girl, was beautiful and graceful. She could already be seen as a beauty. Her sword dancing posture was also unique.

Of course, Wang Zhao was not a BT. He was just looking at her with pure appreciation. After all, don't doubt his bond with the "big sister"!

Little girls are not his cup of tea.

Soon after, Ning Rongrong's movements became slower and slower, but not the slowness of overwork, but seemed to reveal a calmness, as if some invisible power was brewing in her body.

In the spiritual sea, Ning Qingyun opened her mouth and subconsciously wanted to stop Ning Rongrong, but she found that it was too late, so she fell silent.

Swish!

The next moment, Ning Rongrong, who had been moving slowly for a long time, suddenly swung the wooden sword in her hand again, accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air. Under Wang Zhao's surprised gaze, an invisible sword energy shot out, instantly leaving a shallow sword mark on the wall not far away.

Afterwards, Ning Rongrong slowly opened her eyes. This time, she was really exhausted, but she still had to pretend to put away the sword to give her performance a perfect ending.

However, just as her hand holding the sword slightly raised, suddenly, the sword body of the wooden sword suddenly burst into countless cracks, and then it turned into fragments and scattered on the ground.

Holding the remaining wooden sword handle, Ning Rongrong's mouth moved slightly, and she was a little embarrassed, then slowly turned around to face Wang Zhao.

After a sword dance, her state of mind had calmed down a lot, so she hesitated for a while, and then said to Wang Zhao: "Wang... Palace Master, if I say that the wall just happened to have a crack because it was in disrepair for a long time, do you believe it?"

"...Believe it, I believe it."

I don't believe you.

Wang Zhao said in a hypocritical manner, and the originally awkward atmosphere eased a little.

"Speaking of which, Miss Ning's swordsmanship is really extraordinary. Each move is as smooth as flowing water. I guess she has worked hard."

Hearing Wang Zhao's words, Ning Rongrong seemed to resonate with him and couldn't help but say, "Yes, practicing swordsmanship is tiring, but is she really as good as you say?"

"Of course."

Wang Zhao smiled and nodded.

"Then..."

Ning Rongrong then raised her voice, as if she was about to say something. At the same time, Ning Qingyun in her spiritual sea suddenly had a bad premonition for some reason.