BSI Chapter 36: The Sword Douluo Who Charges Money
Chapter 36: The Sword Douluo Who Charges Money
Chapter 36: The Sword Douluo Who Charges Money
After Zhu Zhuqing left, Jiang Siming did not immediately enter the mirror space for training.
"It seems that I have been a little too self-indulgent recently." Jiang Siming said to himself. Crush the Shrek Seven Devils, super spirit ring configuration. Zhu Xian Sword is incomparably powerful, and the second spirit Donghuang Bell is also powerful. The system is added, and there is such a beautiful girlfriend.
Jiang Siming suddenly wanted to ask himself why he should practice?
At first, the system issued tasks, and Jiang Siming just completed them step by step. Now there is no big plot, and the soul power has been stagnant for a long time. The system has not signed in tasks for a long time, and Jiang Siming has gradually ignored the existence of the system.
Jiang Siming seemed to have truly become a member of this world. But Jiang Siming felt that something was missing. What was the purpose of cultivation?
Jiang Siming slowly fell asleep. He did not enter the mirror space that night.
The next morning, Jiang Siming slept in for a rare long time.
"dong dong dong"
A knock on the door woke Jiang Siming up. Jiang Siming rubbed his eyes and got up to open the door.
"Ah!" Ning Rongrong screamed with her face flushed.
"What are you shouting for? It's so noisy and can easily lead to misunderstanding, do you know that?" Jiang Siming quickly covered Ning Rongrong's mouth.
Ning Rongrong's cheeks suddenly turned even redder. She pried Jiang Siming's hands apart with all her strength and said, "Can you put on your clothes?"
Jiang Siming looked at himself awkwardly, only wearing shorts. He quickly let go of Ning Rongrong and put on his clothes. "This is so embarrassing!"
Ning Rongrong saw the flustered Jiang Siming and burst out laughing. His eight sharp abdominal muscles and the mermaid line that could instantly kill any girl flashed through her mind. Her face couldn't help but turn red again.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you daydreaming about? What do you want from me?" Jiang Siming said, waving his hand in front of Ning Rongrong.
"Ah, ah? Oh, the person from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is here." Ning Rongrong said in a panic, and then left in a hurry.
"It's so embarrassing, it's really so embarrassing. Ning Rongrong, how can you blush?" Ning Rongrong said to herself as she walked, her hands tightly covering her face, afraid that others would notice. She had come to give Jiang Siming a warning, but she didn't expect to end up blushing. Fortunately, Jiang Siming was in the late stage of straight male cancer, otherwise he would have been laughed to death.
Jiang Siming washed up and went downstairs, and saw a luxurious carriage parked in front of the hotel building. He thought it was someone from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect who came to pick him up.
Jiang Siming walked forward, and the attendants on both sides opened the car door and made a gesture of invitation. Jiang Siming was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Ning Fengzhi would come to pick him up in person. Ning Rongrong on the side glared at him.
Ning Fengzhi looked at this scene, then looked at Jiang Siming. Jiang Siming always felt that there was something wrong with Ning Fengzhi's eyes.
Ning Fengzhi had just seen his daughter run into the carriage with a red face, so it would be strange if he didn't look at Jiang Siming with a strange look. He deeply wondered if there was something wrong with his information.
"Hello, Uncle Ning." Jiang Siming said respectfully, ignoring Ning Rongrong's glare.
Ning Rongrong was so angry that she pinched Ning Fengzhi's arm.
"Oh, okay, Rongrong, father is an old man, unlike you young people, who can't stand the hard work." Ning Fengzhi said while glancing at the two of them.
Jiang Siming was confused, and Ning Rongrong said with a red face, "Stupid dad, I'm not going to pay attention to you anymore." Then she got out of the car and returned to the hotel.
After Jiang Siming got on the car, Ning Fengzhi signaled to the driver that it was time to go.
He turned around and looked at Jiang Siming again.
"Si Ming, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was indeed a bit rude that day. As his teacher, I want to apologize to you on his behalf." Ning Fengzhi said sincerely.
Jiang Siming obviously did not expect Ning Fengzhi to say this. After all, Qian Renxue, who was pretending to be Xue Qinghe, could be considered the Crown Prince of Tiandou, and Ning Fengzhi was the Crown Prince's Grand Tutor.
Ning Fengzhi naturally saw what Jiang Siming was thinking. He continued, "Siming, the so-called most ruthless imperial family. How could they let an ordinary soul master control the production lifeline of such a powerful weapon? Even other kingdoms and principalities or the Xingluo Empire would make the same choice. And Xue Qinghe just did something that was bound to happen sooner or later in order to consolidate the position of the crown prince."
"Then I still have to thank Uncle Ning. I'm afraid Uncle Ning pleaded for me that day." Jiang Siming said calmly. In the end, Ning Fengzhi wanted him to hand over the manufacturing method of bullets.
Ning Fengzhi smiled, knowing that Jiang Siming had misunderstood him. "Siming, I don't want you to hand over the method of making bullets. Emperor Xue Ye is also a rare benevolent monarch. He just wants you to only provide it to the Tiandou Imperial Family and the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. You are not allowed to provide bullets to any other sects, kingdoms, principalities, the Xingluo Empire, or the Spirit Hall. After a hundred years, you will write down a bullet-making method and present it to the Tiandou Imperial Family. The Empire will grant you the title of Earl, and bless your descendants."
Jiang Siming was a little surprised by these words. He did not expect that the Tiandou royal family would make such a decision. This made Jiang Siming laugh and cry. "I don't know how to make bullets. I earned the title of earl for nothing."
"That was all my misunderstanding, Uncle Ning and the Tiandou Royal Family." Jiang Siming said apologetically. Although Jiang Siming didn't know the specific situation, it couldn't be just what it said literally. Something else must have happened in the royal family, causing them to not be able to take care of Jiang Siming at the moment.
Half an hour.
"The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is indeed the richest sect in the world." Jiang Siming couldn't help but sigh. No wonder Ning Rongrong has princess syndrome. Living in a castle every day, isn't she just a princess?
"It's just a small scene." Ning Fengzhi said lightly.
Jiang Si understood it and thought to himself, "Great, finally someone dares to show off in front of me."
The two walked slowly into the hall. Jiang Siming couldn't help but raise his eyebrows as soon as he entered the hall. He thought to himself, "This is unbearable! Money really allows you to do whatever you want. Bullets must be sold at a high price."
Walk through the hall and come to the training ground.
"Uncle Jian, I'll bring the person to you." Ning Fengzhi said respectfully.
"Si Ming, I'm leaving first. I still have matters to deal with in the sect." Ning Fengzhi said and left.
Jian Douluo stared at Jiang Siming. For a moment, neither of them spoke.
After a long while, Jian Douluo said, "Rongrong asked me to beat you up. Let's fight first to see how strong you are, and then decide how to train."
Jiang Siming was a little confused. You came up here and didn't say anything. At least introduce yourself! Let's start fighting!
Jiang Siming was speechless for a while, and he released his martial spirit directly. The configuration of two purple and one black spirit rings really surprised Jian Douluo.
"How did you configure your spirit rings?" Jian Douluo asked in surprise.
"Well, I feel really healthy!" Jiang Siming certainly couldn't tell the truth, so he started talking nonsense again.
Seeing this, Jian Douluo did not ask any further questions.
A torrent of sword intent burst out from Jian Douluo.
"Damn, did you pay for it? It has built-in special effects!" Jiang Siming was a little stunned. But he didn't stop the action of his hands.
"I'm not afraid of charging money. I also have a buff, possessed by the God of Death. I have an evil aura."
After half a stick of incense.
Jiang Siming sat on the ground with a bruised face.
(End of this chapter)