Douluo: It started when Bibi Dong tricked me into drinking tea

Chapter 188 Ning Rongrong's Good Sword
A lone figure stands on the cold river, a sword in the wind.

The Fengjian Sect's clan territory is located on the bank of a river.

Two years ago, Feng Bailong finished his soul hunting and went to Douluo Palace to obtain the title.

At that time, Xiao Wu returned to Feng Jian Sect with Feng Bailong and finally saw her daughter Feng Yu again.

However, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing did not come back together.

Even Ning Fengzhi, who had gone to Fengjian Sect in advance to block the enemy, did not anticipate this.

Just like that, the two of them disappeared from Douluo Continent for a while.

Later, the names of the Glazed Sword Saint and the Netherworld Catwoman became more and more famous in Douluo Continent, and things began to become weird.

Sect Master Ning ordered that everything Ning Rongrong did had nothing to do with the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, and that anyone who was the first to report Ning Rongrong's news to the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect would be rewarded with one thousand.

Anyone who can defeat Ning Rongrong will be rewarded with one million gold soul coins.

Anyone who can capture Ning Rongrong and send her back to the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect without causing any harm will be rewarded with a soul bone.

For a moment, the entire Douluo Continent was in an uproar.

All the famous and unknown soul masters from all over the continent took action just to bring Ning Rongrong to justice.

Even if I can just get some information and earn some pocket money, that's fine.

This ignited the fire in the little witch's heart, and she would never go back even if she was beaten to death.

Unfortunately, there are many heroes in the world, and their martial spirits are even more bizarre.

For two years, she and Zhu Zhuqing were chased all over the country and almost never escaped.

There are also some people who want to take advantage of the situation and want to get rid of the two of them.

Even some unknown Soul Saints and Soul Douluos took action.

Unfortunately, Lingbo Weibu is not easy to deal with. The strong pressure also drives them to keep improving.
As they fled and fought their way forward, their cultivation levels advanced rapidly, and within the second year, they had both broken through to the Soul Saint level.

When their cultivation reached the Soul Saint level, the terrifying power of Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing was truly revealed.

In the past, when facing soul masters above level 70, one would have to worry about the strength of their martial soul's true body. But once these two of them broke through, it was no longer an understatement to say that they were invincible at the same level.

The best record of the two was without any cooperation, when one of them attacked and killed an unknown Soul Douluo.

On that day, two Soul Douluo-level trackers died, several Soul Saints were killed, and countless Soul Kings and Soul Emperors who were bloodthirsty were killed or injured.

Up to this point, no pursuer could catch up with the two, and no one came forward to claim the rewards from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, who had recovered from their shock, finally put their minds at ease, traveled along the way, and came to Fengjian Sect to visit their good sisters.

However, there was one thing that made Zhu Zhuqing extremely speechless.

Ning Rongrong did relax, but too much.

One day, Zhu Zhuqing was frightened when she woke up in the hotel where she was staying.

Ning Rongrong was fully clothed, lying on the 'Wind Sword' floating in the air, soundly sleeping.

Just imagine, when you open your eyes, you see a man and a sword floating around in the bedroom. How scary would that be?

What was even more terrifying was that no matter how Zhu Zhuqing shouted, Ning Rongrong couldn't be woken up. After checking her physical condition, she found that she was extremely stable and didn't look like she was in any trouble at all.

Zhu Zhuqing had no choice but to find a rope and lead Ning Rongrong, who was floating in the air, to Fengjian Sect as planned.

When they stepped into the main hall of Fengjian Sect, the disciples of Fengjian Sect looked at them with unknown expressions.

"Who are they? Are there such beautiful girls in our sect?"

"I don't know... that wind sword doesn't seem to be a martial spirit, but a real sword, right?"

"Hiss... Could it be the Glazed Sword Saint and the Netherworld Catwoman?"

"Should we call them Nether Cat Saints now? I heard that they are all Soul Saints now."

"Holy shit, were they sixteen or seventeen?"

……

Faced with all these disturbing words, Zhu Zhuqing remained extremely calm, because she was not the one who was embarrassed.

Entering the main hall of Fengjian Sect, what catches your eye is the colorful sky-blue decorations and the walls covered with formation engravings.

Apart from its quaintness, there is nothing surprising about it. It looks more like a large private house.

Feng Bailong's realm has become much more profound. He has been standing in the hall, waiting for a long time.

"Children, you are here?"

Zhu Zhuqing smiled a little stiffly, and bowed gracefully, "Zhuqing greets you, eunuch."

"Okay, good boy, no need to be so polite." Feng Bailong walked forward happily and helped Zhu Zhuqing up.

He was also confused about Ning Rongrong's current situation.

He took a step forward and came to her side, pinching her wrist to check.

"This child, how long has this state lasted?" Feng Bailong asked.

"It's been two days. Is it serious?"

Seeing Feng Bailong frowning, Zhu Zhuqing's heart skipped a beat.

"That's not a problem... It's quite similar to one of the states of mind recorded in Yan'er's notebook."

"Has Rongrong entered the deepest level of meditation?" Zhu Zhuqing guessed.

"More than that, it should be a state of clear sword heart, no self and no thoughts. Yan'er's experience has not been recorded in detail, only that it is of great help to cultivation."

"I see."

After Zhu Zhuqing was relieved, she looked at Feng Bailong with some disappointment, "He... Is there still no news about Master Yan?"

Seeing this, Feng Bailong laughed dumbly, "As a father, I can't control him in this matter."

"You young people should go out and explore. As an elder, all I can do is protect this family."

"You don't have to accompany an old man like me. Go ahead. Xiao Wu and Yu Er are by the river."

Feng Bailong's carefree attitude was beyond Zhu Zhuqing's imagination.

But having such elders makes people extremely comfortable.

It's not like he doesn't care at all. Just like Feng Bailong said, he will protect his home.

Zhu Zhuqing understands this best.

The desire for control of the two major Xingluo royal families and Ning Fengzhi's refusal to let go of Ning Rongrong in the past two years have actually brought them considerable psychological pressure.

In comparison, the Wind Sword Sect is worthy of the title of the Wind of Freedom.

In this sect, no one will feel uncomfortable.

After bidding farewell to Feng Bailong, Zhu Zhuqing set off again, holding Ning Rongrong's hand.

Following the direction Feng Bailong pointed, Zhu Zhuqing brought Ning Rongrong to the riverside.

Xiao Wu’s residence is easy to find. It’s obvious that it’s hers from the small wooden house decorated with carrots.

What caught the eye was the little mushroom-head with silver hair, playing in the air with a kite.

"Zhuqing?"

Lying on the roof, with the kite string pinched between her toes and a carrot in her mouth, Xiao Wu, with a look of boredom on her face, immediately jumped up.

Different from Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing's tight outfits, Xiao Wu wore a pure white suspender dress with two thin white straps hanging on her small shoulders. The low-cut design made her look fuller.

It's just that she was wearing too cool clothes, even Zhu Zhuqing felt dizzy.

Especially the hem of the dress, which was very short and only covered the base of Xiaowu's thighs.

She wore a pair of velvet cream-white tights with small carrot patterns evenly printed on them.

Xiao Wu didn't care about that. She teleported to Zhu Zhuqing's side and grabbed her hand and shook it vigorously. "You're here! Sister Xiao Wu, I'm almost bored to death!"

"Huh? What is that? Rongrong? Ah?" Xiao Wu's eyes widened when she saw Ning Rongrong.

Looking back at her precious daughter playing with a kite, and then at Ning Rongrong floating in the air, Xiao Wu suddenly understood.

"Rongrong thinks of himself as a kite?"

"Uh... not really..."

Zhu Zhuqing then explained Ning Rongrong's current situation to Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu really missed him, so after listening for a while to understand and summarize, she took the initiative to talk about other things.

For example, she thought about how bored she had been in the past two years and how she envied Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing for having such a wonderful life, completely ignoring the fact that there was a little guy next to her.

Little Fengyu opened his eyes wide and floated to the sides of several adults.

She was particularly concerned about Ning Rongrong who was also floating up. She took a step forward and her little butt landed heavily on Ning Rongrong's lower abdomen.

"Pfft...Who is it?"

Ning Rongrong let out a breath of foul air on the spot, and her eyeballs almost popped out.

In astonishment, Ning Rongrong fell to the ground, her feet went soft and her knees banged red, and the 'Wind Sword' also fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

However, just as the little witch was about to lose her temper, she met Feng Yu's innocent silver eyes and immediately lost her temper.

When I looked up, four long and voluptuous legs came into view.

When Ning Rongrong looked up again, her face was completely frozen.

"Haha...Zhu Qing. Long time no see, Xiao Wu..."

Xiao Wu tried hard to hold back her laughter, and quickly picked Feng Yu up, "Xiao Yu! You are such a noisy kid!"

"No, no, no, don't blame the child." Ning Rongrong quickly climbed up and stopped Xiao Wu, "Parents like this will make their children hate them."

Xiao Wu smiled knowingly, she also knew that Ning Rongrong was fed up with being bothered by her father.

"Xiao Yu, why don't you call for help?" Xiao Wu pinched her baby's nose.

Fengyu watched all this in a daze, and did not suspect anything when her mother asked her to call for help.

The little girl first looked at Zhu Zhuqing, and called out in a baby voice, "Auntie, hello~"

"Hello, Xiaoyu~" Zhu Zhuqing touched her little mushroom head.

Then, Feng Yu called out to Ning Rongrong: "Hello, sister~"

"Oh! You called me sister!" Ning Rongrong was immediately delighted, and gave Zhu Zhuqing a provocative look, "Xiao Wu, Xiao Yu is so sweet~"

Ning Rongrong scratched Feng Yu's nose, not noticing Xiao Wu's sudden change in expression, "Why are you calling me sister instead of auntie~"

Feng Yu pointed sideways and said, "Only those with breasts can be called aunties. You don't have breasts yet, so I call you sister."

For a moment, the only sound besides the wind was the rushing sound of the river.

"Sister, why is your face so dark?"

As Fengyu blinked her eyes and asked another question, Xiaowu couldn't help herself any longer, "Hahahaha!"

At this time, Zhu Zhuqing had already turned around, covering her mouth and trembling all over.

Ning Rongrong frowned, but then she started to laugh, "Sister is so pretty, how can her face be black? Xiaoyu, don't you think so?"

"Well! Sister is pretty and heroic... well..."

"Hmm, what else?"

“More masculine!”

Ning Rongrong sank twice.

"Haha... Rongrong, Xiaoyu only knows these few words~" Xiaowu explained hurriedly.

However, Fengyu is an honest child, "You only gave me these few? You said you would tell me this when dad comes back~"

That’s right, Xiao Wu probably only knows these few.

Seeing the two sisters looking at her, Xiao Wu panicked, "She's not my father either!"

"Isn't my sister my father?" A trace of doubt flashed in Feng Yu's little eyes, "But you said that my father is good at swordsmanship, and my sister is especially good at swordsmanship..."

"Why do I feel like I'm being scolded?" Ning Rongrong scratched her head, feeling uncomfortable all over.

"No, how did you know that, kid?" Ning Rongrong noticed something wrong again.

"Hey, this Xiaoyu takes after her father. My father-in-law said that this is her talent. She can tell the strength of other people's swords at a glance."

Xiao Wu also put down Feng Yu at this time, "Go play."

However, Feng Yu did not leave, and stepped forward to hug Ning Rongrong's calf, "Sister, you are so good at swordsmanship, can you let me take another look?"

"Uh... It's amazing that I can understand what she means..." Ning Rongrong's expression lost its luster again.

"Forget it, I'll just take you little girl out for some fun!"

As she spoke, Ning Rongrong held Feng Yu in her left hand, pointed diagonally with her right hand, and shouted softly, "Sword!"

The 'Wind Sword' immediately rose up and fell in front of Ning Rongrong.

"Oh oh oh! Good sword! Good sword!" The little girl immediately applauded when she saw this.

After laughing cheerfully, she grasped the hilt of the sword with her little hand, to the surprise of no one.

For a moment, the sky-blue light and the sapphire blue light intertwined together, an incomparably pure sword intent burst out, and countless invisible sword energies rose into the sky.

Seeing this, Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu were so frightened that they quickly flew away.

Needless to say, Ning Rongrong's superb sword-wielding skills were amazing. Zhu Zhuqing knew that this was probably the feeling Ning Rongrong had after she entered the state of selflessness and thoughtlessness.

But Fengyu's situation and the situation of the two of us, one adult and one child, were difficult for them to understand.

At this moment, Ning Rongrong held Feng Yu's little hand.

As if they had agreed, the two men swung their swords at the same time.

The sword light shot straight into the sky and broke through the clouds. The strong men of Fengjian Sect, including Feng Bailong, appeared one after another in the air.

What everyone saw was a sword severing a river!
When Tang San completed the fusion of his fifth soul ring, Tang Hao brought Feng Yan and Bibi Dong to a small town.

This town doesn’t look big, but as soon as Feng Yan stepped in, he knew that this should be the entrance to the City of Slaughter.

Bibi Dong didn't say much, just asked casually.

"This is the City of Slaughter. It seems that Tang Hao wants you to take Tang San to obtain the God of Slaughter domain. But it is too dangerous. You still have family and friends. Is it really necessary to take the risk?"

"I'm fine."

"You really don't consider your family and friends?"

Bibi Dong didn't want to enter the City of Slaughter, or rather, she really didn't want Yan Feng to take such a big risk.

The Killing God Domain is very powerful, but for someone with Yan Feng's talent, it is really unnecessary.

Especially for Qian Renxue's sake, Bibi Dong didn't want Yan Feng to take any risks.

Deep in her heart, she didn't want the killing in the City of Slaughter to pollute the purity of 'Yanfeng'.

Even if it was just a little bit, Bibi Dong was afraid that this good boy would become as vicious as herself.

However, Feng Yan's thoughts were exactly the opposite of Bibi Dong's.

"Keeping you by my side is my responsibility to my family and friends."

With Tang San on the left and Bibi Dong on the right, there has never been a better time for peace in Douluo Continent than now.

(End of this chapter)