Chapter 98: Training Ning Rongrong, you are actually a loser

Among all the people, only Zhu Zhuqing seemed a little ordinary.

Advanced martial spirit, innate seventh-level soul power, eleven years old and twenty-seventh level.

But compared to other ordinary geniuses, especially soul masters of the same age with similar talents, their progress has been extremely fast.

Ning Rongrong, who has an incomplete super martial soul, has an innate soul power of level 9.5, a direct descendant of the three sects, and is only at level 26 now.

With Nangong Lingyun's introduction, the atmosphere in Fengchao became quiet a little bit.

Including Huo Wu and others who were smiling and proud just now, the pride on their faces suddenly disappeared.

A few seconds later, Ning Rongrong was the first to question:

"Are you really twelve?"

"Of course, I just graduated from Notting Junior Soul Master Academy more than a month ago.

Doesn’t the Qibao Glazed Pagoda Martial Spirit have an identification function? Judging other people's age should be a very simple thing for you, right?

Moreover, my talent is not very strong, but Brother Yun is almost level 48. "

what?

No...not strong?

The corners of Ning Rongrong's mouth twitched fiercely, but then she fell silent again.

I just felt a sudden blockage in my heart, and some extremely frustrating and uncomfortable emotions wanted to burst out, but I couldn't break through the defense.

Level 48 at the age of twelve,

This kind of thing had such an impact on her that she felt like the world was crazy or broken.

Using the Soul Master Competition as the standard, Douluo Continent’s grandest and most fascinating dazzling stage,

Participation is limited to people under the age of twenty-five. It gathers the most talented people from almost all sects and colleges in the continent, but Soul Kings are not available in every session.

At the age of twelve, he is already at level 48. When he turns twenty-five, will he become a Soul Emperor or a Soul Saint?

Ning Rongrong wanted to cry a little bit,

As a true princess, no matter what grievances I suffered in the past, I could vent them out at any time and at any time.

However, at this moment, his eyes were wide open and he couldn't even cry.

He could only murmur:

"How can this be?"

Nangong Lingyun spoke at the right time,

"Nothing is impossible. For ordinary geniuses, what they want is to become famous and do everything they can to promote their talents.

Because in this way, you can gain the appreciation of the academy, sect, empire and other forces and find a good future for yourself.

But for the truly top geniuses, as long as they grow up, they can become giants, dominate the world, and dominate the world.

Therefore, the biggest worry in my heart is only one thing, and that is whether it will arouse others' jealousy. Therefore, I try my best to hide my talent and often not know it.

By the standards of ordinary geniuses, you are pretty good. "

"No, that's not the case, you must be lying to me,

Dad, Grandpa Jian, and Grandpa Bones all think I am a genius.

They said that I was the only one who could possibly break through the restrictions of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda. They also said that among the auxiliary soul masters, no one's qualifications could surpass mine. "

Ning Rongrong finally cried,

His nose was sniffling, his lips were trembling and deformed, and tears were pouring out one after another.

It looks quite pitiful.

The words "average genius" and "not bad" are so destructive that they are almost the same as a nuclear bomb, and they hit the most proud place in his heart.

But the corners of Nangong Lingyun's mouth twitched slightly, apparently quite satisfied with his words.

He continued:

"I have a story you want to hear?"

When Xiao Wu next to her saw this, her eyes suddenly froze, and she quickly took a few steps back, secretly thinking that Brother Yun was trying to do something bad again.

Ning Rongrong cried for a while.

"what story?"

"A long time ago, there was a prince named Zou Ji.

He is 1.9 meters tall, with jade trees growing in the wind, majestic utensils, and extremely extraordinary appearance. Even he is one-third taller than me.

One morning, when he looked in the mirror, he suddenly asked his wife:

'Compared with Jiao Jun from the north of the city, who is more handsome? '

Jiao Jun is the most famous handsome guy in that country. His reputation is known to everyone in the world.

But his wife didn’t hesitate at all:

'Of course you are good-looking. Who is Jiao Jun? How can he be compared with you? '

Jiao Jun's reputation was so great that Zou Ji was a little unsure, so he asked the maids next to him, his ministers, the enemy's envoys, etc.

They all got the same answer, that is, he is more handsome than Jiao Jun.

What's more, he angrily rebuked Jiao Jungu in front of others for seeking fame and reputation, and only gained this reputation through publicity.

Or the other party is jealous of the prince's appearance, bullies the prince's kindness, etc.

It seems that Jiao Jun has a way to die.

As a result, Zou Ji gradually became arrogant and proud, and would brag about his appearance to everyone almost every day.

Until one day, he really saw Jiao Jun. He was shocked on the spot, ashamed and regretful.

Because Jiao Jun's appearance is like that of an immortal descended to earth, not like anyone in the world at all, just like me.

He is obviously more than one step ahead of me. Anyone with eyes can clearly distinguish this fact.

In the evening, when Zou Ji was lying on the bed to rest, he thought about this matter carefully and gradually understood:

The wife thinks she is beautiful because she prefers him.

The maid thinks she is beautiful because she is afraid of him,

His subordinates think they are beautiful, so they seek help from him.

The envoy of the enemy country thinks he is beautiful and wants to deceive and deceive him.

And the country is thousands of miles wide, rich all over the world, and has millions of strong troops. There are probably countless people in the world who love it, fear it, seek help from it, and try to deceive it.

The voices in other people's mouths often have ulterior motives. If one cannot distinguish between right and wrong, then one can truly take death in the right way.

In the past, those foolish, mediocre, weak, and subjugated kings probably did not understand this truth, so they misled the country and the people, and even themselves died without a burial place and were infamy for thousands of years.

Later, Prince Zou Ji succeeded to the throne and ordered:

'Those who among the ministers and officials and the people of the world can denounce the king's faults will receive a high reward; those who write letters of advice will receive a medium reward; those who ridicule openly in the streets and pass them on to his ears will receive a low reward. '

As soon as this order was issued, officials rushed to remonstrate with each other. It was not until a few years later that although the officials wanted to remonstrate, they could no longer find the fault of the king.

The world was in great power, and enemy countries surrendered one after another. Zou Ji finally became a wise king, respected by all people, and was regarded as a role model for future emperors to worship and learn from. "

This story has been regarded as a classic and selected into Chinese textbooks.

It is thought-provoking, and it is no exaggeration to say that it was deafening and enlightening when I first read it.

Everyone present was immersed in it for a moment.

Ning Rongrong's expression was even duller, and she even forgot to cry.

Grandpa Jian and Grandpa Bones really doted on her, and the rest of the sect was also very afraid of her witch behavior. Only her father sometimes expressed concern.

Is it...

Are you really a loser?

By the time she reacted, Nangong Lingyun had already walked away, and a word floated behind her.

"At seven o'clock in the evening, everyone will gather in Fengchao to celebrate the official establishment of Kaiyuan Team."