Ning Fengzhi's Little Scheme

When Fu Shiyan came out of Fu Zhi's quiet room, the night was already dark.

He returned to his room, and as soon as he sat down in front of the desk, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Master."

Tang San's voice came from outside the door, and then continued:

"Sect Master Ning from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect came to visit and said that he had something important to discuss with the master."

Fu Shiyan Hearing this, a trace of understanding flashed in his eyes.

Ning Fengzhi.

He naturally knew what the plan was when he came at this time.

However, it doesn't hurt to meet him.

He stood up, walked to the door, and opened it.

Tang San was standing outside the door, his blue eyes looking particularly bright in the moonlight.

Fu Shiyan looked at him, smiled slightly, and ordered:

"Go and invite Sect Master Ning to the front hall."

Tang San nodded, turned around and left quickly.

Fu Shiyan straightened his robe and walked towards the front hall.

The front hall is brightly lit.

Ning Fengzhi was sitting in the guest seat, his face was calm, and there was nothing unusual about him.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong stood behind him, scanning the surroundings with vigilant eyes.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, they both raised their heads at the same time.

Fu Shiyan walked into the hall and sat down at the main seat.

Ning Fengzhi stood up quickly, cupped his hands and said:

"His Excellency Tianqing, I apologize for disturbing you late at night."

Fu Shiyan waved his hand, motioning for him to sit down, and said calmly:

"Sect Master Ning You're welcome. I don't know why you came here late at night?"

Ning Fengzhi sat down, pondered for a moment, and then slowly spoke:

"Your Majesty, what happened today... Ning shouldn't have said much."

"It's just that Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and I, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, are both Upper Three Sects and have known each other for many years. Ning really can't bear to see him suffer such a disaster."

He paused, looked at Fu Shiyan sincerely, and went straight to the topic:

"I wonder if your Majesty, could you be so generous and let Sect Master Yu go?"

Fu Shiyan looked at him and didn't answer immediately.

After a moment, he spoke slowly and asked in a calm voice:

"Sect Master Ning, Mr. Fu has a question, I don't know whether to answer it or not."

Ning Fengzhi was slightly startled, then nodded:

"Your Majesty, please speak."

Fu Shiyan's eyes fell on Ning Fengzhi, then turned to Gu Rong behind him, and asked lightly:

"If the person who is seriously injured and dying today is not Baihua Douluo, but Bone Douluo--Sect Master Ning, what should you do?"

Ning Fengzhi's face froze slightly.

He opened his mouth to say something, but found that he was speechless.

If Uncle Gu was beaten like that, how could he let it go?

Fu Shiyan didn't wait for his answer. He turned to look at Gu Rong and asked:

"Bone Douluo, if the one who is seriously injured and dying today is Sword Douluo - what should you do?"

Gu Rong's expression also changed.

He was silent for a moment and finally lowered his head.

If you think about it from his perspective, he might have come to kill you a long time ago.

There was a brief silence in the hall.

Fu Shiyan looked away, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said no more.

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, he knew that there was no room for negotiation on this matter today.

He stood up, cupped his hands in front of Fu Shiyan, and said with a bit of bitterness in his tone:

"It was Ning who was abrupt. It's getting late, so Ning won't disturb Your Majesty's rest. I'll say goodbye."

Fu Shiyan nodded and stood up to see him off.

Ning Fengzhi turned around and left quickly with Gu Rong.

Walking out of the door of the Beichen Academy, the night wind blew, bringing with it a bit of coolness.

Gu Rong walked beside him, was silent for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask:

"Fengzhi, what should we do now?"

Ning Fengzhi's steps paused slightly.

He didn't look back, just looked at the deep night in the distance, and said in a low voice:

"Since it can't be stopped, then let's not stop it."

Gu Rong was startled.

Ning Fengzhi continued:

"Uncle Gu, in the past twenty years, the entire continent Soul Master World has been a little too peaceful."

He paused, with a bit of solemnity in his voice:

"Both empires, Soul Master World, are eerily quiet. But I vaguely feel that a storm is coming."

He turned to look at Gu Rong and continued in a deep voice:

"Combined with what Rongrong saw in his dream, perhaps, within a few years, Soul Master World's situation will change drastically."

Gu Rong frowned and whispered:

"Fengzhi, you mean..."

Ning Fengzhi nodded slightly:

"That's right. Judging from Rongrong's dream, Spirit Hall will definitely launch that war in the end. And judging from the description in Rongrong's dream, it is probably less than ten years since the arrival of that war."

Hearing this, Gu Rong fell silent.

Ning Fengzhi continued:

"My original thought was that no matter what happens to the situation on the mainland, we Seven Great Sects just need to unite together. I dare not say anything about the lower four gates, but we have always been in the same spirit as the upper three gates. As long as our relationship with the upper three gates is stable, we are not afraid of changes in the forces of either party."

He sighed and continued:

"But Rongrong's dream sounded the alarm for me."

"Now, Clear Sky Sect is hiding in the world, and Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is about to encounter the disaster of annihilation of the sect. I, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, am left alone and unable to support myself."

He raised his head and said with deep eyes:

"So, we must find new allies."

Hearing this, Gu Rong looked at him thoughtfully.

Ning Fengzhi continued:

"Looking at it now, it is a foregone conclusion that Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will be destroyed. However, the strength displayed by the Beichen Fu Clan is far better than Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. It can even be said that even compared to the Spirit Hall, I am afraid that it is not far behind in terms of high-level combat power."

He said with some certainty in his voice:

"As long as we can achieve a better relationship and closer contact with the Beichen Fu Clan, it will be a better choice of ally than Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. We only need to have a good relationship with them, and they will only become our help in the future."

Gu Rong nodded thoughtfully.

He suddenly remembered something and asked:

"So you took the initiative to ask Rongrong to find the boy named Tang San because you wanted to..."

Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly and did not deny:

"If possible, it would be a good choice to tie his heart to our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect through marriage."

Gu Rong was startled and said in confusion:

"Marriage? But didn't Rongrong say that he was very close to the girl named Xiao Wu? When Rongrong came back, he also said that the little girl was obviously jealous."

Ning Fengzhi smiled lightly and replied indifferently:

"No matter how outstanding he is, he is still just a child. Since he is a child, his will is far from settled. Who knows what changes will happen in the future?"

He paused and said with a bit of arrogance in his tone:

"Could it be that my daughter is not worthy of him?"

Hearing this, Gu Rong was speechless.

Ning Fengzhi stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the Academy towering in the distance in the night, and said softly:

"How can a son-in-law who is very likely to become a god in the future be let go so easily just because a girl likes him?"

The night wind blew by, taking away his whispers.

Gu Rong stood behind him, looking at the sect master's tall back, sighing secretly in his heart.

Fengzhi's gaze is never just about the present moment.

What he is looking at is ten years from now, twenty years from now, or even further into the future.

On the other side, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the meeting hall.

The lights are bright, but the atmosphere is so oppressive that people can't breathe.

The message has been sent back.

Sect leader Yu Yuanzhen was captured alive in the Beichen Academy.

The other party dispatched five elders.

Five level 95 Titled Douluo!

Five Titled Douluo who own the ninth Spirit Ring of 100,000 years!