"Hahaha!"
Chen Xin laughed loudly when he saw this, his laughter was clear and happy.
He raised his newborn left arm and waved it in the air, causing a sharp sound to break through the air.
Chen Xin moved his eyes away from Ning Rongrong and fell on Zhao Linchuan's face. His smile faded a bit and his tone became serious.
"My dear friend, I apologize for my poor reception."
"It's actually because I just touched the threshold of level ninety-seven and had to go into seclusion."
He stood up, moved his left shoulder, and after confirming that there was no discomfort, he said sternly to Zhao Linchuan:
"My little friend, I owe you a huge favor for reconnecting my broken arm."
"If you need anything from now on, just ask."
Zhao Linchuan chuckled and said, "In that case, thank you Sword Douluo for the crown."
"Haha."
Chen Xin smiled lightly, and then turned his attention to Ning Fengzhi. The conversation changed and his tone became brisk:
"Where's Bones?"
Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly and said, "Uncle Gu is guarding the door outside."
"Uncle Jian, you just connected the arm, don't fight with him."
"Heh." Chen Xin laughed again when he heard this. He shook his head, then turned around and strode towards the quiet room.
"Rongrong." Ning Fengzhi spoke urgently at this time, "Go and see you off Sword Grandpa, don't let him really start a fight with you Bone Grandpa."
"Rongrong Got it."
Ning Rongrong nodded, raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, and immediately followed him with brisk steps.
After Ning Rongrong left, only Zhao Linchuan and Ning Fengzhi were left in the quiet room.
Ning Fengzhi walked slowly to Zhao Linchuan and sat down on the chair opposite the stone couch.
"Dean Zhao, I see that you were hesitant to speak just now, but what's the matter that you can't say in front of Rongrong?"
"I do have something that I want to entrust to Sect Master Ning."
"Oh? What's the matter? Dean Zhao said it doesn't matter..."
About a quarter of an hour later.
Ning Fengzhi and Zhao Linchuan walked out of the quiet room side by side with a smile on their faces.
The afternoon sun fell on the two of them, dragging two parallel dark shadows between the pillars.
Ning Fengzhi turned his head slightly, looked at Zhao Linchuan's side face, and spoke in a gentle and solemn tone:
"Don't worry, Dean Zhao, Fengzhi will definitely take your request to heart."
"As soon as it gets dark, Fengzhi will arrange for Uncle Gu to take a trip."
"That's it, thank you very much." Zhao Linchuan smiled and arched his hand, "I believe that Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will be Azure Dragon Academy's best partner in the future."
"Haha." Ning Fengzhi was waiting for the words Zhao Linchuan. He laughed loudly and said in a determined tone, "With Dean Zhao's words, Fengzhi will climb mountains of swords and descend into seas of fire, and still have to complete Dean Zhao's commission."
"With Sect Master Ning, Zhao will feel relieved." Zhao Linchuan smiled and nodded, "Zhao still has matters to deal with in the hospital, so I won't stay any longer."
"Rongrong finally came back, so let her stay at home for a little longer."
"Zhao took his leave."
"I'll send Dean Zhao off..."
Ning Fengzhi sent Zhao Linchuan all the way to the mountain gate.
Zhao Linchuan said goodbye again and again, and Ning Fengzhi finally stopped.
He watched Zhao Linchuan's figure get on the carriage, and he slowly looked back until the outline of the carriage was blurred in the forest at the end of the road.
"Clear Sky Sect...Spirit Hall..."
Ning Fengzhi stood there with his hands behind his back, muttering to himself, frowning slightly, the calm look before had faded, and was replaced by a kind of deep thinking.
What Zhao Linchuan said to him just now was so shocking. That Tang San was actually the son of Clear Sky Douluo.
And the once arrogant Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao had already fallen into the hands of Zhao Linchuan.
What's even more terrible is that Zhao Linchuan just mentioned lightly that Spirit Hall seems to have some kind of connection with Zhao Linchuan that he doesn't know about.
I have to say that Zhao Linchuan's words really shocked him.
But at the same time, this also made Ning Fengzhi more determined to come together with Zhao Linchuan.
A person who can kill Clear Sky Douluo and who is suspected of possessing the combat power of multiple Titled Douluo. If you don't tie up your relationship with him as soon as possible, you would be really stupid.
"It looks like we have to make a big bet."
Ning Fengzhi made up his mind, then turned around and ordered to the old servant standing beside him:
"Immediately invite Bone Douluo to come to my study and tell me that I have something important to discuss..."
After a while.
In the study room of Ning Fengzhi.
A furnace of sandalwood was burning in the study, and green smoke rose thinly from the mouth of the furnace, swirling in the afternoon light.
Ning Fengzhi was sitting behind Writing Desk, with his back leaning against the back of the chair, his fingers tapping his thighs, and his eyes looking absently at the courtyard outside the window.
He was still thinking about what Zhao Linchuan said just now, and how Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect should make the next move.
Just then--
"Sand--"
The door of the room was pushed open from the outside, causing a slight air current to blow away the green smoke from the furnace mouth.
Gu Rong stepped in.
Ning Fengzhi Hearing the sound of the door opening, he came back from his thoughts and looked up at the door.
At this sight, the expression on his face froze for an instant, and then he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Gu Rong's appearance at this moment can only be described by the word "embarrassing".
His hair looked like a quail's nest that had just laid eggs, with a few pieces of grass clippings from unknown sources stuck in the hair.
The luxurious brocade robe on his body was cut into tatters by a sharp weapon. A large section of the sleeve on the left was missing, and a half-foot-long gash was opened on the hem on the right.
There are also three neat scratches on the front, revealing the equally ragged lining inside.
The whole person stood at the door, like an old man named Delia who had been squatting at the city gate for three days without asking for food.
"Uncle Bones?" Ning Fengzhi couldn't help laughing and said, trying not to laugh out loud, "What's wrong with you?"
"Ahem!" Gu Rong coughed hard, looked away with some dodge, and responded in a vague voice, "It's nothing. I just had a sparring match with the old bitch, and I accidentally lost one of his moves."
"Hahaha." Ning Fengzhi laughed loudly after hearing this, "Uncle Bones, is it really just a loss of one move?"
"Just one move." Gu Rong obviously lost his dignity.
He stepped towards the opposite side of Ning Fengzhi, pulled out the chair and sat down. However, his movement affected a certain wound, and the corner of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.
He quickly suppressed the throbbing pain and changed the subject in a stiff tone.
"Fengzhi, you sent someone to find me in a hurry, but is there anything important that I need to do?"
"There is something important that requires Uncle Gu to go there in person." Ning Fengzhi stopped smiling, nodded, took out a Storage Ring from his sleeve, and pushed it on the table in front of Gu Rong.
Ning Fengzhi pushed the ring to Gu Rong's hand and said in a solemn tone:
"Uncle Bones, there are four pieces of Thousand-Year Soul Bone and two pieces of century-old Spirit Bone."
"Wait until nightfall..."