Douluo's personal pendant

Ning Fengzheng's eyes widened and turned to look at Ning Rongrong, who was playing with the tableware with a shy expression on his face. His eyes were like not believing that the cabbage that he had grown for so many years had been swept away by a pig.

After clearing up the doubts in his heart, Ning Fengzheng turned around and still had a smile on his face, but if he looked closely, he could see that his brows were slightly raised, he said in a joking tone: "Could it be Brother Tang Fei? ."

"Naturally not."

Tang Fei was right. After he said these words, Ning Fengzheng let go of his brows, but looked at Tang San again, "Of course it is..."

Tang Fei smiled and said, "Neither is it."

Ning Fengzheng's brows became even more obvious. He asked in a low tone, "Who is that."

Tang Fei shrugged and said, "Rong Rong needs to treat you personally, and I can't disclose your privacy."

Ning Fengzheng was silent. After looking at the wine glass on the table for a long time, he raised his head and smiled: "Since this is the case, I will be discussing with Rongrong afterwards. Rongrong, you have to tell Dad well later. What a young and handsome hero who allows you, a witch, to give her love to each other, hahaha."

Although Ning Fengzheng was laughing, no one could feel the joy of his laughter, and the atmosphere froze. However, after only a while, Ning Fengzheng began to find the topic again and talk with Tang San. .

"Brother Tang San, I heard that your father Rongrong left you a long time ago. I don't know what your father's name is. If necessary, my Qibao Liuli Sect will help you find it."

Hearing Ning Fengzheng mentioning his father, Tang San was a little dazed. The tall man Rao, who had left him when he was six years old, appeared in his mind. Although the man was drunk and lazy, he did not care about family affairs and did not take care of their two brothers. , But for Tang Sanlai, that was his father, that was his relatives. Thinking of his father’s six years of longing for six years, he was dug out from the depths, his nose was sour, his eyes were gradually moist, but he thought of his brother sitting By his side, he held back his tears, thinking that he could not let his brother see his embarrassed appearance, otherwise his brother would definitely feel more uncomfortable.

But where did Tang Fei feel uncomfortable, he heard Ning Fengzheng say again, and when he heard the word father mentioned, he sighed: "Good guy, I can't get rid of my son. I want to engage with Laozi, but Laozi's Laozi is too strong. It’s not something you can do."

Tucao inwardly, Tang Fei coughed a few times, and squeezed a few tears from the corner of his eyes to look at Ning Fengzheng and said slightly: "Sect Master Ning, no, Uncle Ning, are you really willing to find our father's whereabouts for us? ."

"Fly." Tang San looked at Tang Fei, seeing his sad expression, almost couldn't help his tears, but he finally held back.

Ning Fengzheng sat upright, and said with a serious face: "Don't worry, three, fly, although my Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect is not easy to understand on the mainland, as long as it is a living person, as long as he is still on the Douluo Continent, no matter where he is in the corner. , We can all find him, but you have to tell me your father’s appearance in detail so I can send someone to find him immediately."

Tang Fei raised his head, with a reminiscence expression on his face, muttering to himself: "Father, he separated from me six years ago, and I only learned from my brother six months ago that he left home and disappeared, making me think Think, he is tall and sturdy, he has rough and thick beard, and his hair is very oily. Because he often drinks and does not take a bath, he always has a peculiar smell."

Listening to Tang Fei's description, Tang San couldn't stop tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, and the expression in his mind became complete, and the tears on his cheeks filled instantly.

Ning Fengzheng watched the reaction of his brother Liangrao. He who had known people for many years confirmed that they had not lied to himself. He was secretly happy. At first, he was worried that Tang San’s father would be a tough one, and it’s not easy to do. This is not a drunk. If this kind of person gives him a little benefit, it seems that Tang San is also very fond of his father. If this is the case, then he will accept Tang San as son-in-law, but he still has to consider Tang. Third, see if his ability is only this, or he has reservations, if only this...

Ning Fengzheng calculated carefully in his heart. After a while, he put away the thoughts in his mind and asked Tang Fei: "Okay, I already understand, then what is your father's name."

Tang Fei glanced at him, knocked on his head, and said, "Our surname is Tang, and our father is naturally Tang, but I can't remember what it is called."

"Tang Hao, our father's name is Tang Hao."

Without waiting for Tang Fei to think about it, Tang San wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and looked at Ning Fengzheng with red eyes.

"Tang Hao?" Ning Fengzheng was lost in thought. He seemed very reluctant to think of Rao's name, but it seemed that Rao's name made his memory very deep. This feeling was very strange, and he couldn't understand it.

"Tang Hao, how did your father's name Tang San tell me the youngest person in the history of the Douluo mainland that Dad told me back then. He severely wounded three ninety-fifth-level titled Douluo in the Wuhun Hall with one person: Hao Douluo has a name? !" Ning Rongrong blinked bright eyes and asked Tang San.

At this moment, Ning Fengzheng's face became stiff.

Chapter 48—High Mountain On Sword

The mountain breeze is scorching, with the smell of mountains and rocks and the moisture of the rain and dew of the woods drifting in the Qibao Glazed Glass Sect. Facing the mountain breeze, Tang Fei strolled on the first-order blue stone steps. He asked Ning Rongrong about this Qibao There are places such as forbidden places in the Liuli Sect. Ning Rongrong only has to go to places where people are guarded, and he can go to other places, so he came to ascend.

Different from Tang San being warmly received by Ning Fengzheng, he was not disturbed by these few. He wandered around in this sect, looking at the rocks, trees, beasts, and birds. His impetuous heart gradually calmed down. His eyes flicked past the mountain tops that were not in the clouds, his expression was indifferent, but his heart complained: "What kind of broken mountain, I have climbed two or three times before I reach the top."

Tucao returned to Tucao, he raised his foot again, walked up a step, and then stayed and watched for a while before he reached another step. This is the reason why he has not reached the top of the mountain after climbing two or three. The mountain where the Qibao Liuli Sect is located is indeed tall. According to Ning Rongrong's survey a hundred years ago, the height of the mountain was 11 thousand meters above the ground.

On the other hand, he is really too idle. This stop-and-go is beautifully called standing at different heights to appreciate different scenery, but it is still too idle to see how different the scenery of one or two steps can be.

However, this move was not without the slightest effect. This step stopped and turned back, making Tang Fei's mind gradually empty, and all the chaotic thoughts and emotions were left behind. At this time, he I feel like the immortals portrayed in the world are carefree and carefree.

After more than half an hour of ink, Tang Fei walked up more than 800 steps. At this time, the road in front of him diverged and divided into two, one still surrounding the mountain and continuing upward, and the other straight leading to it. Zheng of a Bamboo Grove

bamboo forest?Tang Fei raised his eyebrows slightly. He has studied bamboo for half a year in bamboo forests. Most bamboos like warm and humid air and require higher moisture than temperature and soil, but they are only six or seven thousand off the ground. A place where the temperature is four or five degrees Celsius, there is a bustling, verdant bamboo forest, which is really incredible.

Tang Fei turned and walked in the direction of the bamboo forest. After walking a long and straight road for a distance of eight or nine hundred meters, a bamboo house appeared in front of him. The bamboo house was not big, at least the one next to the bamboo forest of Shrek Academy. The room is not big compared to it, only one room.

In front of the bamboo house, there is a gray-blue round stone table. Beside the stone table are four cylindrical stone piers, which are placed in four directions, southeast, northwest, and the other three directions. Empty, only a white robe young man sitting on the stone pier directly east?Old man.

This description is indeed weird, but in Tang Fei’s eyes, this description is the most appropriate description. The man was dressed in white, his face was blue and fair, without a trace of wrinkles, and his skin was like carefully carved jade, but he had white hair again. There is not the slightest vigor, but full of the unique twilight of the old and dilapidated vegetation. It looks very strange, but it gives people a very natural and harmonious feeling.

The man seemed to have noticed Tang Fei's arrival, and his body tilted. At this moment, Tang Fei felt a sharp sword intent from the white-robed old man's body directly hit him, and the sword intent dissipated from the old man. The declining mood of the old man made the old man look like a peerless divine weapon, with just one move, the evil spirit of the head would surround him.

The sword intent rushing towards Tang Fei is essentially not lethal, but it carries the most affectionate and unfeeling meaning on it, with the corpses everywhere, the murderous intent of blood, and a hint of loneliness that is not understood. , The three artistic conceptions are like three sharp swords piercing Tang Fei.

If Tang Fei hadn't kept his mind for a while, he would be led by this sword intent to sink into the illusion, and a person with a weaker mood might lose his mind and become a fool because of facing this sword intent.

Seeing that Tang Fei was not moved by his sword intent, the old man with a crane-haired childlike face raised his mouth, smiled slightly, and praised: "A good state of mind is not affected by my seven kills swordsmanship, such as the mountain ice spring, the white lotus on the mud, and a trace of impurities. No, you are the handsome young man whom Feng Zheng praised, Tang San."

Tang Fei did not deny that when he took a few steps forward, he stood still two or three meters in front of the old man, and said with a serious expression: "When I was young, I heard from the elders in my family that there is a bone and a sword in this Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect. , The predecessor's aura is like a rainbow, and his sword intent is scattered in every move. It must be the sword, Jian Douluo: Chen Xin."

Jian Douluo raised his brows, revealing a bit of joy. He pointed to the stone pier next to him to the south and smiled: "Sit down."

Tang Fei stunned slightly, and sat down beside Jian Douluo unceremoniously.

When I first saw this one, I was far away and felt that there was nothing but a sword intent. But when Tang Fei sat down, he looked at Jian Douluo's face, joy, anger, worry, thought, sorrow, and shock. All seven emotions of fear and fear were surging out, rolling in his heart, disturbing his peace of mind that he has maintained since climbing.

But Tang Fei didn't lose his temper. After looking down at the ground for a few seconds, when he raised his head again, his face returned to calm again, and the look in Jian Douluo's eyes became flat.

Sword Douluo’s eyes were even better than seeing Tang Fei for the first time. He picked up the purple clay pot in front of him, waved out a dark green jade teacup and handed it to Tang Fei. Tea, raised his hand when the cup was seven-quarter full, stopped flowing, and smiled at Tang Fei: "Taste it."

Two words, very brief, Tang Fei took a sip of the teacup, because he was not yet at the age of drinking, so he always likes to drink tea when socializing outside, and years of tasting helped him develop an ability. As long as he smells the tea, he can know whether it is good or bad.

But this tea is different and tasteless. Tang Fei picked up the tea cup and smelled it lightly, without the slightest scent. After another tasting, crying, the whole tongue was bitter, and after entering his throat, there was no sweetness as expected, and he cried all the way to his stomach, but Soon that feeling disappeared again. After only half of his drink, Tang Fei knew that the tea used to make this cup of tea was the kind of tea that could be bought with one or two copper soul coins that was too rotten to be rotten.

"How, how."

Chen Xin looked at Tang Fei with a smile and asked.

Tang Fei put down the tea cup, reached out to wipe off the water stains on the corners of his mouth, and then solemnly said, "Good tea."

Chen Xin raised her head slightly and smiled even better: "Where is it?"

Tang Fei's complexion remained unchanged, and said, "Fragrant, fragrant in the mouth, fragrant in the mouth, swallowed in the throat, fragrant from the throat, into the stomach, the whole stomach is fragrant, and the fragrant smells from the entrance to the stomach until the end, very fragrant."

Chen Xin laughed and said: "This tea is the old tea that I picked up from the tea farmers at the foot of the mountain and piled up in the warehouse. Now that Mr. Tang can have this comment, it seems that my purple clay pot is useless."

Tang Fei's face was still calm, and said, "So, then I will be straight. This tea is very bitter. Even the poorest people will not want to quench their thirst with this tea, but I think it is a good tea."

"Oh, what's in it?" Chen Xin looked at Tang Fei with a little curiosity and asked with a smile.

Tang Fei said, "It's nothing, because it is the tea that Jian Douluo Chenxin personally poured for me. It is a good cup of tea."

Chen Xin's face was happy, but she frowned, and then smiled and cursed: "Good son, but with sharp teeth."

Tang Fei smiled and didn't feel anything, so he picked up the purple clay pot and poured the remaining tea into his cup, and then drank it all. When he just closed his eyes and felt the bitter taste of the tea, he listened to him. Chen Xin asked.

"This Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect is very big. I am in a high and hidden position. If you don't want anyone to guide you, you won't find it here, right, what can you do if you come to me."