It's early morning.
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Study.
Although the heavy rain has stopped, the sky is still dim.
The air after the rain was filled with the fragrance of soil and grass, which was refreshing, but it could not dispel the depression that weighed on my heart.
Ning Fengzhi is sitting behind the desk, with a haggard face and messy hair hanging in front of his forehead. A few strands of gray have been added to the original black hair at some point.
He held his forehead with one hand and put the other hand on the table, tapping the table distractedly.
He pondered hard all night, what would be the future of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?
The tea on the table has long since cooled down, and the candles on the candlestick have been burned out, but his thoughts have never found a way out.
Nowadays, Clear Sky Douluo Tang Chen is not here, and no one can match the sharp edge of the Spirit Hall.
But if Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is handed over, he will definitely become an eternal sinner in the history of the sect.
The hard work of countless generations of ancestors and the foundation of countless years will be destroyed in his Ning Fengzhi hands.
And his name Ning Fengzhi will be nailed to the pillar of shame of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and be reviled from generation to generation.
But if he doesn't, he will become a sinner in the sect's history today.
Right now, there are only two ways left for him.
Either you are lying and waiting for Clear Sky Douluo Tang Chen to come back and ask him to make the decision.
But if you do this, it will inevitably be merged into the Clear Sky Sect.
Otherwise, with the urinal nature of the Clear Sky Sect and his gang, it would be impossible for them to support Spirit Hall.
Those people are arrogant, arrogant, and will never do anything that is not beneficial.
Otherwise, the only way is to completely join Spirit Hall.
He still remembered that yesterday Zhao Linchuan said "I want Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect" instead of letting Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect be merged into the Spirit Hall.
It is not difficult to tell from this sentence that Zhao Linchuan is an ambitious person.
It seems that he is not doing things for the Spirit Hall, but paving the way for himself.
If I lead Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect under his command, then when his ambition is revealed in the future and he aspires to dominate the world, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will definitely be able to increase his status accordingly.
Even if he was a dog, he was the first dog to take refuge in him. Even though he was forced to do so, the first and second dogs were different after all.
After thinking about this, an idea slowly became clear in his mind.
The sect would lose its autonomy anyway, so it would be better to seek refuge with a more powerful master.
You know, that Zhao Linchuan is Soul Master that has a hundred thousand years of Seventh Soul Ring.
And his wife Yan Lingji is even more powerful with five Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring and two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.
The shocking arrow that shot her down Gu Rong was matched with her Soul Ring. As long as she didn't die midway, it was almost certain that she would become a Limit Douluo in the future.
By that time, with their husband and wife supporting each other, it is no exaggeration to say that these two people will definitely become a pair standing at the top of the continent.
By then, even if they want to unify the continent and become the monarchs of the entire Douluo Continent, it is not impossible.
The most important thing is that no one of their age can match them in this era.
The only people who can interact with them are their own people.
As for the two Clear Sky Twin Stars who were blown up to the sky, haha, they are not worth mentioning in front of them, and the gap will become wider and wider in the future.
In this case, it's better to take refuge in Zhao Linchuan, and maybe you can gain some autonomy.
"Huh--"
After figuring this out, Ning Fengzhi suddenly relaxed a lot.
He let out a long sigh, as if the big stone that had been pressing on his chest had finally been lifted away.
He turned sideways and picked up the cold tea.
He raised the tea cup and was about to open his mouth to drink when the corner of his eye glanced at his reflection in the tea soup.
In the tea, half of my hair was already white.
He was still young and at a high-spirited age, but the man in the water mirror looked like an old man in his sixties.
Ning Fengzhi smiled bitterly, shook his head, and drank the herbal tea in one gulp.
The bitter tea soup slid down the throat, and the coolness spread to the stomach.
At this moment, heavy footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Xin's voice came from outside the door, and he said hoarsely:
"Fengzhi, have you thought it through?"
"Where will Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect go next?"
Ning Fengzhi was silent for a long time after hearing this.
After a long, long time, he finally spoke slowly.
"Uncle Jian, for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, I have to..."
"Okay, there's no need to say anything more." Chen Xin's voice came from outside the door, interrupting Ning Fengzhi's words, "I understand your difficulties, and I'm here to bid you farewell."
"Farewell?"
Ning Fengzhi stood up suddenly and pushed the chair back, making a "squeak" sound.
His face suddenly changed, his pupils shrank, and he hurriedly walked towards the door. His footsteps were hurried, and his knee hit the corner of the table. He bared his teeth in pain, but he couldn't care less.
"Uncle Jian, where are you going?!"
"Clear Sky Sect..."
After the words fell, a blast of wind sounded. When Ning Fengzhi stumbled to the door, Chen Xin had already disappeared.
The courtyard was empty except for a few leaves that had been knocked down by the rain and lay quietly on the ground.
Ning Fengzhi held on to the door frame and stood on the threshold, looking at the empty courtyard with empty and blank eyes.
The morning breeze blew by, blowing his gray hair, and a murmur floated out of his mouth.
"Uncle Jian... Are you not even willing to meet me one last time?"
No one answered, only the rustle of the wind blowing through the treetops and the occasional chirping of birds in the distance.
"Lord Sect Master!"
At this time, a disciple hurriedly walked from the other end of the corridor, his steps quick and a panic look on his face.
He stood in front of Ning Fengzhi, bowed and said:
"Those people from yesterday are here again, look..."
Ning Fengzhi closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes and said feebly:
"Lead the way..."
Within the Seven Treasure Main Hall.
This hall, which has been passed down for countless years, is gorgeous and solemn, but in Ning Fengzhi's eyes right now, it looks like a gorgeous prison.
Ning Fengzhi and Zhao Linchuan looked at each other.
One stood upright, with calm eyes and a faint smile on his lips, and his whole person exuded a determination to control the whole world.
The other one has a slightly stooped back, a haggard look, heavy bags under his eyes, and half his head of white hair that is particularly dazzling in the dim light.
Zhao Linchuan looked at Ning Fengzhi's half-white hair and said calmly:
"It seems that Sect Master Ning worked very hard that night, even his hair turned gray."
Ning Fengzhi gave a bitter smile, the smile was as bitter as chewing coptis, and said helplessly:
"It's just thinking about something, it's not considered hard work."
"It seems that Sect Master Ning has already thought about it." Zhao Linchuan asked, his eyes falling calmly on Ning Fengzhi's face.