Douluo: Ning Rongrong cried in the crematorium of chasing her husband

Chapter 18 Large-scale public opinion goes viral

Late at night, the wind suddenly blew.

The wind blew a little bit at first, and then it started to rain.

At first, the raindrops fell one drop at a time, and soon they formed a series, followed by a heavy downpour.

It's windy, how can it not rain?

Word spread in Tiandou City.

Countless noble ladies were secretly envious of the scandal about Ning Rongrong, the little princess of the Qibao Glazed Sect, and a slave from the Tiandou Auction.

No matter which version, the story is fragrant, erotic and large-scale, which teases their love strings.

After Ning Ci woke up the next day, she felt relaxed all over.

It's like the depression that has been accumulated in my heart for a long time has finally dissipated.

Ning Rongrong was still lying on the bed at this time.

She was exhausted yesterday, so she naturally had to sleep longer.

It was rare that there was no interruption from Ning Rongrong. After Ning Ci finished washing, he practiced the soul skills taught to him by Sword Douluo in the yard.

There seemed to be a layer of shackles on his body, tightly imprisoning him.

As a result, his soul power could not increase at all.

But rather than saying it is a shackle, Ning Ci feels that it is better to compare it to a "film".

He had a hunch.

After the "membrane" that hindered him is broken, his cultivation will definitely make rapid progress.

- is a noun, not a verb.

As for how to break through this barrier, Ning Ci knew that it was closely related to the coming-of-age ceremony in his bloodline inheritance.

Unfortunately, it was so painful when I woke up that I passed out. When I woke up, I didn't know what the adult ceremony was.

Holding a wooden sword in his hand, Ning Ci's movements looked very slow, like an old man practicing swordsmanship for health, rather than like a young man practicing the unparalleled swordsmanship of Sword Douluo.

But if Sword Douluo were here, he would be surprised to find that although Ning Ci moves slowly, each move is exactly the same as the sword skills he taught before.

Not just an image!God is even more similar!
When he first taught Ning Ci to practice swordsmanship, he asserted that within ten days, Ning Ci would be able to get a first glimpse of the door.

And it was only three days.

Ning Ci's swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds.

Now, he has actually entered the doorway.

It won't take long before you can enter the hall, and with some thought, you can enter the room as soon as you think about it.

The art of swordsmanship requires the most understanding.

An ordinary person who has been practicing hard for ten years may not be as good as a scholar who suddenly has an epiphany.

The sword skills that can be cultivated with diligence are just ordinary sword moves.

There is a saying that is good.

"How can practice make perfect if you don't have a clue in your head?"

Ning Ci's current soul power is limited to level ten, and he has no soul ring.

However, relying on Sword Douluo's self-created sword skills, he can also compete with ordinary great soul masters.

If Sword Douluo knew about it, he might not be able to restrain his love for talents and would accept Ning Ci as his only disciple.

Unfortunately, there is no such opportunity now.

Ning Fengzhi didn't like Ning Ci, and Sword Douluo had been guarding him, so he naturally knew about it.

He stopped teaching Ning Ci to practice swordsmanship.

Ning Ci was not a shameless person, and he was too embarrassed to lick his face and ask for advice.

"Grandpa Jian said on the first day he taught swordsmanship that swordsmanship is nothing more than three tricks: fast, accurate and ruthless!"

"However, kendo is more than just that. The sword has emotions, and the emotion of the sword comes from the person holding the sword."

Ning Ci really wanted to try to enter the realm that Sword Douluo said.

Let the sword have feelings.

But no matter what, it's all in vain.

After getting familiar with it for a while.

Ning Ci gradually increased the speed of her sword dance.

The sword moves that were originally as slow as a turtle crawling gradually became airtight.Like strong wind, like drizzle.

Although the speed increased, every move Ning Ci made was still extremely standard.

I practiced sword practice all morning.

Ning Ci was sweating all over. After he stopped practicing his sword, Ning Ci put away the wooden sword and went back to the room to take a shower.

Then he went to the Qibao Glazed Sect's cafeteria to eat.

……

Ning Ci was holding a rice bowl.

When waiting in line for food, I always feel like there are a lot of strange looks around me.

This is strange.

If it was because of his dark red goat horns, the small purple-black wings on his back, and his clear pink pupils, they were all blocked by the black robe.

And in the past, no one looked at him so strangely.

"Did something happen?"

Ning Ci was confused.

It was almost time for Ning Ci. Ning Ci tightened his clothes to ensure that his appearance would not be exposed, and was about to step forward to get food.

"Ning Ci? Where have you gone?"

Ning Rongrong's shouts came from behind.

Ning Ci had just turned his head, and Ning Rongrong had already come to his side, reached into his hood, and grabbed his ears.

"Ning Ci! Why don't you go find me? Why don't you wake me up?"

The looks around him became more and more weird.

Many people even showed expressions on their faces that it was indeed true, or that it was actually true.

But the angry Ning Rongrong did not notice this strange phenomenon.

After getting up today, she found that it was already noon.

The maid didn't dare to call him for fear of disturbing her rest.

After Ning Rongrong washed up, she went to look for Ning Ci, only to find that Ning Ci was not there.

What is this slave thinking?
As her slave, shouldn’t the first thing you do when you get up every morning is go to her?

Ning Rongrong felt that leaving her would not have much impact on Ning Ci, and she was particularly angry about this.

Ning Ci didn't even finish her meal, so she was pulled out by Ning Rongrong.

The rest of the people in the cafeteria looked at each other.

"Ning Ci! Is eating more important than me? I think you don't want to eat either!"

"Did you hear that? You are not allowed to eat at noon today!"

Ning Rongrong's words easily deprived Ning Ci of his right to eat.

But after practicing swordplay all morning, his stomach was empty and he was very hungry. He felt that he had no strength to walk.

Ning Rongrong was naturally unclear about this.

She thought it didn't matter if she just skipped one meal.

She often skips lunch herself!When I skipped lunch, I spent the whole afternoon shopping and eating some snacks, which didn't make any difference.

Rather than being a grown man, wouldn’t it be possible to die if you skip one meal?
"Master, I'm so hungry..."

Ning Ci murmured, wanting to beg Ning Rongrong to change her mind.

Ning Rongrong became even more proud.

"Do you know how uncomfortable it is? I just want you to remember it! From now on, please remember that the most important thing every day is to see the master and make the master happy."

"When I am happy, you should also be happy, otherwise, everyone will not be happy."

Ning Rongrong walked briskly in front.

"Let's go and go out for a walk with me today."

Ning Rongrong promised Ning Fengzhi to practice hard yesterday, but before that, she had to relax first.

Ning Ci followed behind with empty steps.

(End of this chapter)