Chapter 5

In the hall of the small building.

Sword Dou Luo Chenxin sat on the sofa and looked at several young people bickering with interest.

He wanted to know how Qin Jian would deal with the provocation of Guyue.

But Qin Jian didn't respond. He just looked at each other.

Then Ning Rongrong actually helped him speak.

Although the little girl has a princess temper, she is kind-hearted.

"I'm telling the truth. Why should I apologize?" Guyue said unhappily.

Ning Rongrong pouted and said, "you shouldn't attack Qin Jian's shortcomings. It will make him very sad."

Qin Jian's mouth bent behind her.

The ancient Yue opposite was speechless.

"Guyue, let's have a competition again after the zongmen selection competition in a few days."

After Qin Jian said a word at random, he turned and continued to walk to his bedroom without waiting for Guyue's reply.

Guyue's face was as black as the bottom of the pot: "do you still want to defeat me? I'm a level 15 war soul division now."

"The level of soul power doesn't mean everything. I'll see you on the test platform in a few days."

Qin Jian turned and waved, then said to the sword Douluo, "teacher, I'll have a rest first."

When he saw the sword Douluo nodding, he went into his bedroom.

"Qin Jian, you haven't told me a story yet!"

Ning Rongrong suddenly got anxious and ran into Qin Jian's bedroom in three or two steps.

"Tell me what happened after Zhang Xiaofan exposed his identity."

Seeing Qin Jian lying on the bed, she kicked off her shoes and jumped up.

"Hey, this is my bed. What are you doing up here?"

Qin Jian's voice reached the hall and Gu Yue's face changed.

"If you don't tell me a story today, I won't go. I'll sleep here too!"

Ning Rongrong's voice also came out, and Gu Yue felt uncomfortable.

He stamped his feet and angrily walked out of the building. He even forgot to say goodbye to sword Douluo

However, sword Douluo will not see the same as him.

He was comfortably lying on the sofa, holding his head with one hand, and Qin Jian's voice gradually spread to his ears: "Zhang Xiaofan was put under house arrest after returning to Qingyun gate, and even his burning stick was confiscated. He had nothing to do every day, so he went to the back mountain to stroll until one day he met Baguio in the bamboo forest..."

Sword Douluo listened attentively, and an idea flashed in his mind: "it's so logical to turn Rongrong into bed. This little guy just won't be trying to get..."

The idea didn't last long, because his attention was soon immersed in the story

"What an interesting story..."

I don't know how long it took.

"Da Da..."

Suddenly there was a slight sound of footsteps. The sword Douluo raised his eyebrows and sat up. Then he saw Ning Fengzhi coming in from the door.

"Uncle Jian, listen to the ancient Yue saying Rongrong is here?" Ning Fengzhi asked.

"Shh."

Sword Douluo put his index finger on his mouth, then pointed to Qin Jian's room and whispered, "Rongrong has fallen asleep."

Ning Fengzhi blinked his eyes and lowered his voice: "did she go to bed so soon today? Uncle Jian has a way."

Sword Douluo got up and crept up to Qin Jian's bedroom with Ning Fengzhi.

"It's not my credit, it's Jian'er who told her stories about sleeping..." he whispered.

"Squeak..."

They gently pushed open the door and saw a soft big bed. The boy fell asleep safely, while the girl... Lay beside him with one hand and one calf on his body.

The sleeping position looked rather windy and covered with black lines. He walked forward with light steps, pulled them over his life, and then pulled the sword Douluo out.

"Click."

The door was gently closed.

Then the two men breathed a sigh of relief at the same time and went to the hospital before they spoke with confidence.

"Uncle Jian, I heard the little guy from Guyue say that Qin Jian is going to beat him in the competition this time?"

Ning Fengzhi said strangely, "his soul power has not been able to grow. How can he want to defeat Guyue this time?"

The sword Douluo smiled at the corner of his mouth and said, "that's before. Feng Zhi, did you just notice the soul power level of the sword?"

"Huh?"

Ning Feng was slightly stunned: "seems to be... Level 11? Has he finally improved level 1?"

Sword Douluo smiled without explanation.

He's not going to reveal Qin Jian's biggest secret.

"However, the strength of level 11 should still have no chance of winning in the face of level 15 Guyue?" Ning Fengzhi said.

Sword Douluo seemed to say casually: "there are still a few days..."

"What can I improve in a few days?" Ning Fengzhi was confused.

The sword Douluo said, "just look at it then, as long as you don't get scared."

Qin Jian has improved his level of soul power after telling a story for a while. He is looking forward to Qin Jian's level in a few days.

"Then I'll wait and see."

Ning Feng smiled and turned away

In this way, Qin Jian practiced his sword spirit in mimicry during the day and told a story to Ning Rongrong after class at night.

The little witch, attracted by the story, actually lived here. She stayed in Qin Jian's bed every day. She had to listen to the story and fall asleep.

Soon, it was the night before the partner selection competition of Qibao Liuli sect.

Jiandouluo's residence, Qin Jian's bedroom, on the bed.

Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong lie side by side in the quilt telling stories.

"Seeing that Zhang Xiaofan was to be taken away by Baguio, daoxuan decided not to let the tiger go back to the mountain, so he dropped the immortal killing sword that covered the sky and blocked the sun towards Zhang Xiaofan!"

"Ah!"

Ning Rongrong exclaimed. His two small hands could not help holding Qin Jian's arms tightly and asked repeatedly, "what happened later? What happened later? He must not die?"

Qin Jian sighed slowly, and then continued: "suddenly, the world became quiet, and even the earth shaking trend of the ancient sword of killing immortals was breathless..."

Ning Rongrong couldn't help holding his breath.

"A gentle hand once familiar in the years appeared beside Zhang Xiaofan. There was a faint and crisp bell sound, pushing him aside..."

Qin Jian's voice became low and slow.

"It's like the sound of sleeping for thousands of years, quietly ringing at this moment, reciting softly for the lover in your heart..."

"Gods and demons in the heavens, nine Youyin spirits."

"Take my blood as a sacrifice."

"Three lives and seven lives will fall into hell forever."

"Just for love, although I die without regret!"

“……”

Unconsciously, Ning Rongrong burst into tears.

Qin Jian stopped at this point, and he was immersed in the earth moving feelings.

In particular, now the noumenon is a love flower, and the touch to emotion has been magnified countless times.

For a long time.

He turned his head, stretched out his right hand, slowly wiped away the tears on Ning Rongrong's small face, and said gently, "that's all for today. Go to bed early, Rongrong."

Ning Rongrong stared at his actions and fell silent for a moment