bookbashuk Chapter 48 Ning Rongrong
Chapter 48 Ning Rongrong
Upon seeing this, Dugu Bo quickly stepped aside and solemnly introduced, "Sect Master Ning, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, this is my young master, and also the founder of Blue Silver Academy."
As he introduced the pavilion, Lin Qiyue slowly stepped forward and arrived at the pavilion.
Ning Fengzhi was shocked the moment he saw it.
Too young!
Judging from his face, he was clearly just a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy!
But that calm and composed demeanor, those eyes, were something that no ordinary young man could possess.
Then, his gaze fell on the women behind Lin Qiyue.
He knew Dugu Yan; she was Dugu Bo's granddaughter. Rumor had it that her hair was purple, but now it was pure black.
Moreover, his aura was steady and his soul power fluctuations were not weak, indicating that his cultivation level was not low.
The other four women...
Ning Fengzhi's gaze swept over Xiao Lan, Xiao Zhi, Xiao Qing, and Xiao Yun. Even though he was experienced and calm, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.
The four women were all exceptionally beautiful and had a rare and captivating charm!
More importantly, there was that aura that they subtly exuded.
All of this shows that they are by no means ordinary people, much less simple maids.
He quickly withdrew his gaze, suppressed his surprise, and with his smile unchanged, took a few steps forward and extended his hand to Lin Qiyue.
"Young Master Lin is truly a prodigy with an extraordinary temperament. I am Ning Fengzhi. Young Master Lin was able to establish Blue Silver Academy and was so highly praised by Senior Dugu. Meeting you today, I can see that your reputation is well-deserved."
Lin Qiyue extended her hand and gently shook hands with Ning Fengzhi before separating, smiling slightly as she said, "Sect Leader Ning, you flatter me. Blue Silver Academy is newly established, and there are many matters to be handled. I must thank Sect Leader Ning for his generous assistance. I have come today to express my gratitude and also to make your acquaintance."
Ning Fengzhi's smile deepened.
Having seen countless people, he could naturally tell that Lin Qiyue was no ordinary person.
The power hidden behind someone who can make Poison Douluo willingly follow them is probably far greater than what he has seen.
"Young master, you are too kind. Such a small amount of money is nothing to me. It is my honor to make the acquaintance of such a young and outstanding person as you."
Ning Fengzhi stepped aside to invite him.
"Tea has been prepared in the pavilion. July, Senior Dugu, and everyone else, please come in for a chat."
Lin Qiyue nodded: "I'm sorry to bother you. Sect Leader Ning, please address me as 'Young Friend.' 'Young Master' sounds too formal."
"Alright, young friend Lin, please."
The group entered the pavilion and took their seats.
Ning Fengzhi personally poured tea for Lin Qiyue.
The two chatted happily, feeling as if they had known each other for a long time.
Just as the atmosphere was harmonious and the guests and hosts were enjoying themselves, a clear and melodious girl's voice, with a touch of coquettishness and joy, came from afar and broke the tranquility of the pavilion.
"Daddy! Grandpa Sword! Grandpa Bone!"
Before the words were even finished, a petite pink figure had already rushed through the winding corridor and was running towards the pavilion.
She looked to be only about ten years old, wearing an exquisite pink princess dress, with cute pigtails, fair skin, and a face as delicate as a porcelain doll. She was none other than Ning Rongrong, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
She seemed completely unaware that there were outsiders in the pavilion, or perhaps even if she was aware, she didn't care at all. She ran straight to the pavilion and jumped in with a light leap.
"Dad! I've broken through level 15! Isn't that amazing!"
Ning Rongrong rushed to Ning Fengzhi's side, hugged his arm, looked up at him with her little face full of praise, and spoke in a sweet and clear voice.
Ning Fengzhi smiled indulgently and helplessly as he gently patted his daughter's head.
"Rongrong, you're great! But didn't you see there were guests? You were so clumsy."
He turned to Lin Qiyue and said with a hint of apology.
"Young friend Lin, please excuse my rudeness. This is my daughter Rongrong. We've spoiled her since she was little, so she's a bit impulsive and has been impolite. Please forgive her."
Lin Qiyue looked at the beautiful and energetic little girl in front of her, and a smile flashed across her eyes.
This is Ning Rongrong, the legendary little witch of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
He smiled and shook his head.
"Sect Master Ning is too modest. Miss Rongrong is exceptionally talented. She broke through to level 15 at the age of eight and is a support-type Soul Master. Such talent is extremely rare, even across the entire continent. How could it be considered impolite? It is only natural to be happy."
Hearing Lin Qiyue praise her, Ning Rongrong finally shifted her attention from her father and looked curiously at the unfamiliar young man.
Upon seeing this, her bright, lively eyes widened instantly.
I was so focused on sharing the good news with my dad that I didn't look closely, but now that I've looked... oh my god!
This guy is so handsome!
That face was more dazzling than all the jewels she treasured!
Her temperament was even more ethereal and otherworldly, surpassing even her sword-wielding grandfather... well, anyway, she was just exceptionally beautiful!
Ning Rongrong was used to seeing handsome men and beautiful women at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. Her father and two grandfathers were also extraordinary figures. But she had never seen anyone as handsome and outstanding as the young man in front of her.
She stared blankly, her mouth slightly agape, momentarily forgetting to speak.
Ning Fengzhi noticed that his daughter was staring blankly at Lin Qiyue.
Thinking she was about to play another prank, he was about to speak up to warn her.
Ning Rongrong suddenly snapped out of her daze, her face flushed slightly, and spoke crisply to Lin Qiyue.
Wow! You're so handsome, buddy!
The pavilion fell silent instantly.
Dugu Bo almost choked on his tea and quickly lowered his head to cover it up.
The four goddesses, Xiao Lan, Xiao Zhi, Xiao Qing, and Xiao Yun, each had a different expression, and a knowing smile flashed in Xiao Lan's eyes.
Dugu Yan curled her lip, thinking to herself.
This little girl has good taste, but the young master is not someone you can covet...
Lin Qiyue was slightly taken aback by the straightforward praise, then chuckled, looking at Ning Rongrong's bright eyes.
"Haha, thank you for the compliment. Miss Rongrong is very cute too."
Having received a response, Ning Rongrong grew bolder. She released her father's arm, took two steps forward, tilted her head back, and stared intently at Lin Qiyue with her big eyes.
"Hey, handsome brother, what's your name? How about you stay with our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School from now on? I'll have my Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa protect you! I promise no one will dare to bully you!"
She patted her little chest, looking like a little adult who had her back.
"Cough cough..."
Even Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but cough twice this time, his old face getting a little hot.
My precious daughter is talking more and more outrageously!
What kind of talk is that?
Stay at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School? And let Uncle Sword and Uncle Bone protect you?
This sounds like...someone is trying to keep someone as a sugar daddy/sugar baby?
Ning Fengzhi quickly pulled his daughter to his side and said to Lin Qiyue with a slightly embarrassed tone, "Young friend Lin, children speak without thinking, please don't take it to heart. Rongrong... she's been spoiled by us a bit too much and doesn't know how to speak properly."
Lin Qiyue's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.
Good heavens, this little devil lives up to her reputation; she's only eight years old!
Even if the children in Douluo Continent are precocious, they shouldn't be this mature, right?
He waved his hand, indicating that he didn't mind.