The best golden pupil

Chapter 1931 A Great Gift to the Bone

The Martial Dao Monument flashed, and then left through the air.

Tens of thousands of people in this vast square smiled wryly, and the corner of Ning Tao's mouth twitched.

There is also a colorful stone in his hand.

This is the Enlightenment Stone, which helps to comprehend all kinds of Dao, and it is the treasure he urgently needs.

He didn't know what was going on just now, they practiced Tai Chi together, and unknowingly, the Yin-Yang Immortal Method was activated. Hundreds of people, thousands of people, and gradually tens of thousands of people, everyone's rhythm and aura were consistent with him.

It's kind of like resonance.

Everyone benefited a lot from one set, and even many disciples broke through on the spot.

Feng Wuhen, Duan Hei, and Chen Qingyang were all overjoyed. Although this kind of effect didn't have much effect on them, they saw the power of Yin-Yang Jian.

It is worthy of being an immortal method, and it is well deserved.

Mangu is also very excited. He is practicing here at a very fast speed. The Man Wangjue, the first skill, the Soul Sutra, has transformed him in just a few days of practice. He has enough confidence to enter the Void Realm within half a year.

Ning Tao looked at him from a distance, with deep eyes, as if he had made a major decision...

"What, you want to accept me as a disciple?" In a verdant valley, Man Gu was stunned.

Ning Tao looked serious and nodded heavily.

In fact, he has been thinking for so long, what should he give the big gift that he promised Mangu, and what is the price of his Ning Tao's life?

But when you think about it, it's priceless.

Seventh grade Taoism, Dao enlightenment stone, immortality... these things are not enough to compare with my own life.

and so.

After much deliberation, he decided to take Mangu as his apprentice.

But Man Gu was dumbfounded, he never expected this to happen, and seeing Brother Ning like that, it seems... not much older than himself, right?
"This... this...?" Mangu showed hesitation.

And Ning Tao scratched his head, and said with a dry smile: "Don't think too much, anyway, there is a sect, and you don't need me to teach you anything, and I don't know much about teaching apprentices."

"My skills and inheritance cannot be taught."

"I'm also very incompetent, and I can't stay with you all the time."

"But one thing I can guarantee, if anyone dares to bully you, no matter if he is Tiangang or Disha, or the emperor or an immortal, I will hit you right."

Man Gu smiled wryly, although it felt awkward, his last sentence was really domineering.

But apprenticeship...

Seeing him entangled in deep thought, Ning Tao was very nervous. If he refused, what would he do? Wouldn't that be a slap in the face? I'm afraid no one would choose an incompetent master like him.

Just when he was thinking wildly, Mangu suddenly looked firm, knelt down on the ground with heavy knees, and solemnly bowed to Ning Tao: "Mangu pays homage to Master."

"Haha, good, good, get up, you don't need so many etiquette here as a teacher. From today on, you will be the second disciple of the teacher," Ning Tao cheered up and laughed heartily.

"What? Second disciple?"

Mangu's small face was stunned, and he suddenly asked in doubt: "Master, do I still have a senior brother?"

"That's right, his name is Ning Kun, and he is a disciple that my teacher accepted a long time ago. You will meet each other when you have a chance," Ning Tao said with a smile.

Ning Kun...

Mangu was thoughtful, he thought that the elder brother was captured by a monster.

It's ridiculous to think about it immediately, it's inexplicable, so casual, I actually have a master.

He is still a person of the same age who looks about the same age as himself. Doesn't it mean that the master is the kind of old man with gray hair who trembles every step he takes?

When they got together, others thought he was his elder brother, but if he were to grow tenderer, they would probably think he was his younger brother...

In the days that followed, Ning Tao lived a fulfilling life.

Go to the square early in the morning to practice Tai Chi, and at noon to practice spears under the waterfall, hone your marksmanship, and use hard work and sweat to lay a solid foundation for the Nine Styles against the sky.

In the afternoon, he fought with a group of elders. Although he was beaten all over his body every time, he never tired of it, because his foundation grew stronger day by day.

In the evening, I listened to two senior brothers and a few immortals preaching, and occasionally dozed off for a while...

Not only did he work hard, but the entire sect started to run at a faster speed. The usual leisurely disciples were no longer seen now, only those screams, sweat, and redoubled efforts on the training ground.

The senior officials of the Tai Chi Sect became ruthless, and demanded the strictest conditions for their disciples. They also set up a system of rewards and punishments. The treasure house of the sect was wide open, and if children were reluctant to let go, they would be rewarded if they made progress, and punished if they did not make progress.

Although the response is very good, but the background is consumed rapidly, and ordinary sects really can't afford it.

The twenty strongest disciples in the inner sect were trained individually by a group of elders, and the effort they put in was several times that of others.

Among them, Feng Wuhen is the most desperate, wishing to break the time in half, his fighting spirit is burning.

He only has two goals, one is to enter the top six in the Zongmen Grand Competition, and the other is to defeat Moyue with his own hands.

But right now he was too distant from both.

Mangu is also very hardworking, and even the elders praise him, thinking that his future is limitless.

As for character, definitely thumbs up.

All the elders or disciples who have been in contact with him can really feel this. He is really good, neither arrogant nor rash, honest and calm, and he is very popular with the elders.

Moreover, only a few people knew about his worship of Ning Tao as his teacher.

Because he has to prove it with his own efforts, he can't lose face of his master, and he can't always rely on the reputation of his master, he wants to create his own sky with his own hands.

Enter Tai Chi School.

His identity is only an outer disciple, but with his hard work, he has already broken into the top [-]...

Time flies, the years are endless, and the years in the mountains are unknown. In a blink of an eye, January has passed.

On this day, Ning Tao sat cross-legged on the big bluestone, with the rolling spring water behind him, and the messy sound of the water did not affect his concentration on cultivation at all.

His breath is very dull, it is very important that it is not the kind of floating, but it is as firm as a mountain.

If one month ago his realm was like cotton, then now he, after a month of soaking, beating, honing, and practicing, has pressed this piece of cotton into an iron scale.

Extremely solid and stable.

The realm has stabilized at the peak of the fourth level of refining void, although it has not improved, but its strength has increased greatly.

I saw that his forehead was full and energetic, his muscles were like streamlined lines, every piece of flesh was like compressed steel, full of explosive power, and his shawl of crystal silver hair fell down, quite poetic.

At first glance, it is simply handsome.

In this resting room, a panicked disciple ran over and shouted: "Master, it's not good, the master was captured by a monster... No, bah, someone came to mess things up, Ling'er Ye Wanqing, hurry up!" Can't stop."

"It's the Xuanyin Sect. A group of old girls have come to kick the hall. The elders asked me to invite the ancestor to come out of the customs... No, bah, retreat from the enemy."

Hearing this, Ning Tao slowly opened his eyes and looked at the disciple. The latter only felt that he saw a starry sky, which was boundless.

"Okay... so scary!"

Ning Tao stood up slowly, waking up like an ancient ferocious beast, his bones made cracking noises like fried beans, and a dull breath rose.

"Let's go, follow my master to pretend, bah, retreat from the enemy..."

(End of this chapter)