Ning Fengzhi's Little Scheme
The leader is none other than Ning Fengzhi, followed by Bone Douluo Gu Rong.
With a smile on his face, he walked up to Fu Shiyan, cupped his hands and said:
"His Excellency Tianqing, congratulations! Beichen Academy starts school today, which is really a grand event in mainland China!"
Fu Shiyan nodded slightly and replied:
"Sect Master Ning is interested."
As soon as he finished speaking, another gentle voice sounded:
"His Excellency Tianqing."
Everyone looked around and saw Xue Qinghe walking from the other side, followed by several followers.
Today, he was still dressed in a decent princely attire, with a gentle face and calm demeanor. He walked up to Fu Shiyan and bowed slightly:
"Congratulations to His Excellency Tianqing. Heaven Dou Imperial House. A small gift would be disrespectful."
Fu Shiyan looked at him and nodded:
"Your Highness, you are welcome."
For a moment, the atmosphere in the square became subtle.
Spirit Hall, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Heaven Dou Imperial House - people from the three major forces appeared here at the same time, all to congratulate this Tianqing Douluo.
The eyes of the people around him became even more intense.
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Yue Guan looked around and saw that Ning Fengzhi and Xue Qinghe were there, so he said no more.
He turned around, raised his hands to Fu Shiyan and said with a smile:
"His Excellency Tianqing, when I came here this time, I also brought some of my thoughts from His Holiness the Pope."
As he spoke, he turned his hand over, and two exquisite brocade boxes appeared in his palm.
He opened one of the brocade boxes and revealed the object inside - an emerald green bracelet with exquisite carvings.
Opening another one, it was an equally exquisite belt.
Yue Guan introduced in a sharp voice:
"These two Storage Soul Tool are the best of my Spirit Hall Treasure Hall. Each has two hundred cubic meters of storage space."
"His Holiness the Pope said, Beichen Academy's start-up will definitely have a lot of uses."
"These two Storage Soul Tool are a little thought from the Spirit Hall. I hope His Excellency Tianqing will accept them."
Two hundred cubic meters of Storage Soul Tool!
Everyone around took a breath.
Storage Soul Tool is inherently precious, and two hundred cubic meters is extremely rare.
Spirit Hall's move is two!
This gift is not unimportant.
Fu Shiyan looked at the two Storage Soul Tool, nodded slightly and said:
"Thank you His Holiness the Pope for your kindness."
Yue Guan closed the brocade box and presented it with both hands.
Fu Shiyan reached out to take it and handed it to Tang San behind him.
Seeing this, Yue Guan didn't stay any longer and bowed his hand to Fu Shiyan:
"His Excellency Tianqing is busy with work, so I won't bother you any more. I'll say goodbye."
After that, he turned and left.
The moment he passed by Fu Shiyan, his lips moved slightly.
A subtle voice was transmitted through Soul Power and quietly fell into Fu Shiyan's ears.
Fu Shiyan's expression remained unchanged, but he nodded almost imperceptibly.
Yue Guan's figure quickly disappeared into the crowd.
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Ning Fengzhi looked at this scene with a flash of deep thought in his eyes.
But he still had a decent smile on his face, took a step forward, and said with a smile:
"His Excellency Tianqing, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect have also prepared some small gifts. I hope Your Majesty will not dislike them."
He waved his hand, and the entourage behind him held up several brocade boxes.
Ning Fengzhi is opened one by one. There are precious medicinal materials, rare ores, and some excellent cultivation resources inside.
He showed it and introduced with a smile:
"These medicinal materials are treasures collected by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect over the years. These ores are good materials for forging weapons. As for these..."
His tone was gentle and sincere:
"These are superficial things that are not worthy of respect. I hope your Majesty will accept them with a smile."
Fu Shiyan looked at him and nodded slightly:
"Sect Master Ning is interested."
Immediately, he waved his hand to Tang San to accept it.
Ning Fengzhi Seeing this, the smile on his face became a little deeper.
He took the opportunity to look at the children behind Fu Shiyan, and his eyes swept over them one by one.
When his eyes fell on Tang San, he paused slightly.
This boy...
Long blue hair, handsome face, Soul Power waves faintly circulating around her body...
He thought of the description of the "third brother" in Rongrong's dream, and his heart moved slightly.
He retracted his gaze, looked at Fu Shiyan, and asked with a smile:
"His Excellency Tianqing, are these children your students?"
Fu Shiyan Hearing this, he turned his head and glanced behind him.
Several children were standing quietly, except Oscar and Ma Hongjun, who started to compete again at some point.
I saw Ma Hongjun quietly reaching out to pinch Oscar's waist. Oscar quietly moved to the side to avoid his "sneak attack".
Fu Shiyan A trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, but he still nodded:
"Yes."
He paused and waved to several children:
"Come here."
Tang San was the first to step forward, followed closely by Xiao Wu. Oscar and Ma Hongjun also quickly put away their little moves and walked quickly to Fu Shiyan.
Fu Shiyan looked at Ning Fengzhi and introduced in a calm tone:
"This is Oscar, this is Ma Hongjun, this is Xiao Wu."
He paused, his eyes fell on Tang San, and continued:
"This is Tang San, my apprentice."
Apprentice!
Ning Fengzhi's eyes suddenly lit up!
Not a student, but an apprentice!
He knew the difference between these two words very clearly.
Students are just ordinary students in the Academy. But apprentices are direct disciples who want to inherit the mantle!
The way he looked at Tang San instantly changed.
This kid is probably the "third brother" in Rongrong's dream!
It's the being who will become a god in the future!
Ning Fengzhi suppressed the excitement in his heart, still maintaining a decent smile on his face, and praised:
"His Excellency Tianqing really has a keen eye. These children are the best among people at a glance."
He paused, his eyes fell on Tang San, and said warmly:
"Especially this little brother Tang San, it is really rare to have such magnanimity at such a young age."
Tang San heard this, bowed slightly and replied politely:
"Sect Master Ning is a prize."
Ning Fengzhi smiled, waved his hand, and praised a few more words.
But his heart was already filled with excitement.
Rongrong The third brother in the dream is probably the young man in front of him!
Then if Rongrong can make friends with him, even...
He was thinking secretly in his mind.
After a moment, he suddenly turned his head and whispered to Bone Douluo behind him:
"Uncle Gu, go and call Rongrong over."
Bone Douluo was startled for a moment, then nodded, turned and left.
Ning Fengzhi withdrew his gaze and continued talking to Fu Shiyan.
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Not far away, Xue Qinghe stood quietly.
His eyes fell on Fu Shiyan from time to time.
Watching him talking to Ning Fengzhi, watching him introducing the children, watching him calmly dealing with visitors from all walks of life...
The corners of his mouth unconsciously raised slightly, revealing a shallow smile.
There was a tenderness in that smile that even he himself had not noticed.
Until the attendant beside him gently tugged at the corner of his clothes.
Xue Qinghe only then came back to his senses, quickly calmed down his expression, and restored his proper demeanor as a prince.
He took a deep breath and looked at the entourage - that was the Soul Saint escort he brought from the Spirit Hall.
The guard shook his head slightly, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
Xue Qinghe coughed slightly and said nothing more.
But his eyes couldn't help but drift towards that black figure again.
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In the square, people come and go.
People from all forces came forward one after another to greet and congratulate Fu Shiyan.
Fu Shiyan responded one by one, his expression always as calm as water.
As for the children behind him, except for Tang San who was still standing neatly, the others were already a little impatient.
Xiao Wu quietly pulled Tang San's sleeves and lowered his voice:
"Third brother, how long does it take? I'm tired of standing..."
Tang San turned to look at her, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and whispered:
"Hold on a little longer."
Xiao Wu pouted, but still stood obediently.
Ma Hongjun and Oscar stopped making noises and stood still.
In the distance, Ning Rongrong is following Bone Douluo, walking this way.
Her big, smart eyes looked around curiously, and finally landed on the boy with blue hair.