Noon, the sun was shining brightly.
While Qian Renxue was facing the two girls feeding him.
Far away, outside Tiandou City, in a small town, wisps of smoke rose.
Inside the small town.
Most of the buildings were tower-shaped.
Especially the building in the center of the city, which was tall, beautiful, magnificent and spectacular.
The tower was divided into seven floors.
It looked magnificent and shone with beautiful treasure light in the sun.
Combining Chinese architectural style.
It has the design elements of hexagonal flying eaves.
The spire goes straight into the clouds, symbolizing its unshakable authority on the continent.
This tower-shaped building.
Is based on the No. 1 auxiliary spirit in the Pan-Continent.
This is where the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, one of the three Upper Sects, is located!
The green belts between the towers.
Are planted with exotic flowers and herbs, which fully demonstrate the sect's wealth and heritage.
On a small hillside covered with Blue Silver Grass.
A warm wind was blowing.
A cloth was spread out on the ground, with food boxes placed on it.
Exquisite pastries were laid out, as well as colorful and exquisite toys.
Next to the brocade cloth.
A girl in a white dress was kneeling.
Neat, ear-length short hair set off her petite and delicate face.
Her tender skin was like a lychee.
Her temperament was noble and refined, and she looked like a noble girl who had received higher education.
She made a silver bell-like laughter.
Her soft smile infected every inch of the surrounding sunlight and grass.
The girl suddenly raised her head, holding a rice bowl in both hands.
She said with a smile:
"Grandpa Bone, look, this is osmanthus porridge made by Rongrong herself!"
"Please taste it and tell me if it's delicious!"
In front of the girl, a middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged, with bone armor covering his shoulders.
He had short black hair and a kind face.
His skeleton was extremely large, and even sitting down, it was not difficult to see that he was more than two meters tall.
He was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
One of the two titled Douluos who could be called the Optimus White Jade Pillar and the Purple Gold Beam supporting the Sea... Bone Douluo, Gu Rong!
Looking at the osmanthus cake in the little girl's hand, which had been simply mashed and soaked in water.
Bone Douluo's face was full of smiles and doting.
"Haha... good, good!"
Bone Douluo laughed and stretched out his wide palm to hold the small bowl in his hand.
"Grandpa must taste what Rongrong princess made."
"Hee hee... Rongrong likes Grandpa Bone the most!"
"Haha... Sword Man, did you hear that? Rongrong said she likes me the most."
"..."
Pink short hair fluttered in the wind.
Ning Rongrong's immature and innocent face was full of joy.
Suddenly, she felt the scorching sun in the air was dazzling and sweat overflowed from her forehead.
She couldn't help but pouted her small mouth.
And said in a delicate voice:
"Grandpa Bone... Grandpa Bone! Rongrong is so hot... quickly release your spirit to cool Rongrong down."
"Goo~ haha... good, good, I'll listen to you."
Bone Douluo swallowed the dry and juicy dregs.
Wiped his mouth, immediately raised his hand, and created a large area of shade for Ning Rongrong to cool off.
The bone dragon spirit without any flesh and blood.
Just lay across the small hillside, bringing a large area of shade.
"Ah haha, Grandpa Bone is so awesome!"
Ning Rongrong clapped her little hands happily, opened her arms, and rushed towards Bone Douluo.
"Heh, Uncle Bone, you'll spoil Rongrong like this."
A gentle voice sounded near Bone Douluo.
Two figures stood beside him.
The middle-aged man who spoke looked to be in his thirties.
He had a jade-like face and a refined appearance.
His robe was spotless, his smooth black hair was loose, and he wore glasses.
He looked very easy-going and gentle. (ps: manga)
The other one.
His robe was as white as snow, his beard and hair were all white, and his appearance was simple.
His face was as delicate as a baby's, his expression was indifferent, and he just stood there quietly.
He had a feeling of being the only one who was supreme.
These two were the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School Master, Ning Fengzhi.
And the Sword Douluo, known as the strongest attacker in the Pan-Continent... Sword Dao Chenxin!
"Heh, Fengzhi, Rongrong is young, it's right to dote on her."
Sword Douluo looked at Ning Rongrong, his sharp eyes became very gentle.
Then he looked at Ning Fengzhi.
"Speaking of Fengzhi, how are you accompanying the child? You've become a little worried again?"
"Is it related to the information just now?"
Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly, fatigue was hard to hide between his brows.
"It's the Spirit Hall Saint Child... Qian Renxue, suspected to have appeared at Tianbao Restaurant."
"Oh? Did the Pope allow him to be born?"
Sword Douluo's eyes flashed with sharpness.
The fact that the Spirit Hall Saint Child had never stepped out of Spirit Hall for many years.
Was not a secret among these major forces.
They just felt that.
Bibi Dong, as a student, was protecting her teacher's bloodline.
"Do you want to find out?"
Sword Douluo asked softly.
"There's no need."
Ning Fengzhi shook his head, his eyes flashing with brilliance.
"If it's really something important, how could he appear at Tianbao Restaurant in such a grand manner?"
"That's true..."
Sword Douluo nodded in agreement.
"Besides... I have to say, I really don't want to offend Spirit Hall."
Ning Fengzhi shook his head with a wry smile.
If he could coexist peacefully, why would he have to rack his brains so much?
Unfortunately.
Judging from the Haotian Sect incident.
With the power Spirit Hall had, it seemed to be more inclined to kill them all.
"You are the Sect Master... these are all things you should consider."
"And I am just the sword holder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, your supporter."
Sword Douluo understood Ning Fengzhi's difficulties.
Taking on the burden at a young age and maneuvering from all sides.
Without a doubt, Ning Fengzhi had already done a good job.
All he could do was support him unconditionally.
"I say, Fengzhi, it's just a junior, why bother too much."
Bone Douluo suddenly stood up.
"Uncle Bone, I just think he's not simple."
Ning Fengzhi was a little worried.
"When I saw him at the Soul Master Competition last year, he was only thirteen years old, but he was the leader of the Spirit Hall team."
"His cultivation is very likely to be Soul King..."
Bone Douluo's expression was filled with admiration and incomprehension.
"A thirteen-year-old Soul King is indeed a genius, but are you worrying too early?"
"Too early?"
Ning Fengzhi shook his head and looked into the distance.
He said faintly:
"For a force like ours, inheritance is crucial, but our Seven Treasures can only rely on you, Uncle Bone."
"..."
Bone Douluo fell silent.
This seemed to be unsolvable, he and Sword Douluo were both alone.
So far, there has been no suitable successor.
"Grandpa Sword, hurry!"
"Lend Rongrong your Seven Kill Sword to open cans and chop vegetables, okay?"
Ning Rongrong's voice sounded.
She was tilting her head blankly, opening her arms, and smiling at Sword Douluo.
"Haha..."
Sword Douluo glanced at the things on the ground and shook his head with a smile.
Even if the vegetables Ning Rongrong was talking about were just those various pastries.
He did not refuse.
"Of course, no problem, Grandpa Sword will do whatever Rongrong needs."
"Haha... thank you, Grandpa Sword."
Ning Rongrong was overjoyed and stepped forward to grab Sword Douluo's hand.
Then she tilted her little head.
Looking at Ning Fengzhi in confusion, she blinked her round eyes.
"Daddy... who is Qian Renxue? Is he very powerful? Is he more powerful than Grandpa Sword..."
I wish you all a happy life!
