"Yes, I was also surprised at the time."
Dugu Bo nodded, also a little confused.
"According to records, Twin Martial Souls cannot practice normally, at least two Martial Soul cannot practice alternately."
"That will lead to Soul Power conflicts, meridians and meridians disorder, which can range from complete loss of cultivation to death from body explosion."
"But that kid just succeeded in practicing."
Saying that, Dugu Bo paused for a moment, and then added his own judgment:
"I guess this is probably related to his bloodline."
"How could this happen...?" Zhao Linchuan thought for a while after hearing this.
After a while, Zhao Linchuan nodded slightly, with a slight smile on his face.
He stood up and spoke in a gentle tone:
"Dugu Dean, I will handle this matter."
"I also ask you and Dugu Yan to keep your mouth shut and never let this matter leak out."
"I know the seriousness of the matter, so I won't let it out." Dugu Bo stood up and held his hands in a solemn tone, "I'm going to tell Yan'er now to take my leave!"
After saying that, Dugu Bo turned around and strode toward the door.
As the door opened and closed, his footsteps quickly faded away in the corridor.
Zhao Linchuan Standing in the office, he looked at the deep night outside the window, couldn't help laughing, and said to himself:
"Well, two peerless masters haven't even started fighting each other yet, but one of them just abandoned their martial arts skills."
After saying that, he shook his head with a smile, picked up the robe hanging on the back of the chair, stood up and walked outside.
Tang San "Abandoning martial arts", this is undoubtedly good news for him.
However, with Tang San's current physique, if he gives two Martial Souls one Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring each at the time of Level 40, there is a great chance that they will explode and die.
Zhao Linchuan is a "great benevolent person", and he is ready to "help" Tang San and "help" him overcome this difficulty.
After all, when this Little Scumbag is alive, he can watch every move he makes under his nose.
But if he "died", it would be hard to say.
God knows where Asura God that bitch will get him?
It would be even more troublesome to directly recruit him to the Divine Realm to be trained as a successor.
"But who should I turn to to do such a disgraceful thing...?"
Zhao Linchuan thought as his figure blended into the thick night.
His shadow moved silently under his feet. He didn't come back to his senses until Zhao Linchuan returned to the back mountain villa and opened the door and saw Xiao Wu and others sitting in the living room looking at the door.
The aroma of food wafting from the side hall made Zhao Linchuan feel hungry, and then he remembered that he hadn't eaten anything since morning.
Zhao Linchuan said with a warm smile, "It's so late at night, if you don't go to bed, what are you doing here?"
"I'll wait for you to come back for dinner."
Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu trotted towards him. They grabbed his arms from left to right and dragged him towards the side hall.
Ning Rongrong said as he walked, "Are you hungry?"
"We knew you were dealing with business and didn't dare to disturb you, so we cooked a table of food and waited for you to come back."
Xiao Wu added from the other side, "Brother, what we cook is what you like to eat. You have to eat more."
"It's been so long since I last saw you. I'm worried that you may be exhausted later..."
"Why are you so weak?" Zhao Linchuan glanced at Xiao Wu in confusion.
Xiao Wu blinked and looked away with a smile.
The next day.
Birds chirping and flowers smelling in the morning.
The bamboo forest outside the window was rustling in the morning breeze, and a few early-rising tits were jumping around on the branches, chirping crisply and cheerfully.
Zhao Linchuan had a "battle" yesterday, and they managed to keep Liu Erlong and others in submission. The battle was just ended now, and they were allowed to go back to their rooms to rest.
He took a shower, changed into a loose bathrobe and returned to the living room.
"Rongrong?"
Ning Rongrong had also just finished washing up and was sitting on the sofa wearing a loose pink bathrobe.
Zhao Linchuan walked to her and sat down, turned his head and looked at her, and said with a smile, "Why don't you go back and rest?"
Ning Rongrong pressed close to Zhao Linchuan, held his arm with both hands, and spoke softly:
"Lin Chuan, I have something to ask you."
"Do you still remember what happened to me Sword Grandpa?"
"Remember." Zhao Linchuan responded in a gentle tone, "What's wrong? Did your father find Spirit Bone?"
"Yeah." Ning Rongrong nodded vigorously and explained, "Spirit Bone This kind of treasure is too precious."
"My father used all his methods to find me Sword Grandpa a 20,000-year-old left arm bone."
"The quality is not top-notch, but it is the most suitable one I can find currently."
"Father sent me a message before, but you were not here."
"Now that you are back, I would like to ask you to help me reattach Sword Grandpa's left arm."
"This matter is easy to handle." Zhao Linchuan stretched out his hand, pinched Ning Rongrong's little face, and said in a joking tone, "It's just... how are you going to beg me?"
Ning Rongrong immediately made a pitiful expression and said in a trembling voice, "As long as Lin Chuan you are willing to treat Sword Grandpa, you can do whatever you ask Rongrong to do..."
As she spoke, she blinked, then leaned a little closer, lowered her voice and added:
"I can open the back door for you..."
"Okay." Zhao Linchuan scratched the bridge of Ning Rongrong's nose and said with a smile, "I agree to this."
"But forget about opening the back door. I'm an upright person and don't like to find other ways."
"You need someone to inform your father about this first. I will go back to the Qibao Glazed Sect with you early tomorrow morning to reattach your Grandpa Jian's broken arm."
"Lin Chuan!" Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong directly held Zhao Linchuan's face and gave him a hard sip on the cheek.
"I knew you wouldn't refuse me! I'm going to change my clothes right now, and then send someone to tell my father about this!"
After saying that, Ning Rongrong stood up happily and trotted towards the second floor.
The slippers clicked on the floor, with a joy that was so light that it was about to fly.
Zhao Linchuan sat on the sofa, raised his hand and wiped the lipstick mark on his face, thinking secretly in his mind.
Isn't there a need for someone who can "help" Tang San regardless of their status?
Just in time, isn't this coming?
Regardless of status, who else can compare to Gu Rong?
This is a person who said upon meeting him, "The style... is not as good as ours...?"
Zhao Linchuan leaned on the sofa, his eyes falling on the green bamboo leaves outside the window that were illuminated by the morning light, and the smile on his lips couldn't help but deepen a bit.
"Little Scumbag." Zhao Linchuan murmured to himself, "You must like this gift I give you..."
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Maybe we won't take the path of inheriting Godhood.
After all, the protagonist himself has Microcosm, right?
If you try cheating later, you will become the God of Creation.