Monarch Night

He is already a Seventh grade Martial Marquis.

But his combat power is quite high, and his swordsmanship is so fierce that even the Ningxue Sword feels its sharpness.\\n

But this time, for the friendship battle, Ding Jie Ran directly refused the Martial Marquis Battle.\\n

"My sword does not make friends."

"Under my hand, there is no friendship battle with the Wei Wo Zheng Sect!"

This is what he thinks in his heart.

What he expressed outwardly was just two words: "Not going!"

I'm still a seed of the Yemo Sect now.

If I go, wouldn't it make those little demons overjoyed?

Why would I want to make them overjoyed?

"Little Ding."

Ningxue Sword walked in.

"Master."

Ding Jie Ran spoke dryly.

During this period, Ningxue Sword liked him more and more and had already accepted Ding Jie Ran as his disciple.

Ningxue Sword walked over, looking at Ding Jie Ran, he liked this disciple from the bottom of his heart.

When Ningxue Sword was young, he heard countless times from his elders that a swordsman should be deeply passionate about the sword, not hindered by all things.\\n

One should be, cold as frost, icy as ice, clear as water, pure as snow.

One should be like the eternal ice on the ancient ice peaks.

Not one to speak easily.

Cold and silent.

Use the sword to speak.

Ningxue Sword very much wanted to be such a person; he particularly admired such people, thinking they are the real material for sword training.

So he always behaved this way.

Cold as snow and ice.

Spotless.

But... it's so tiring. There are some things I can't help but want to talk about; when I encounter something bizarre, I can't help but want to mess around a bit.

When I meet the right people, there's always a desire to play a prank.

When it's the right thing to do, not messing around is more agonizing than being killed.

I really want to be a cold swordsman, but why did God give me a mischievous temperament.

Having to maintain a cold exterior... do you know how tiring it is for me?

Since accepting Ding Jie Ran, Ningxue Sword immediately determined: This is, indeed, the temperament I've dreamed of.

This is natural sword training material.

He likes Ding Jie Ran's temperament very much.

Ningxue Sword firmly believes that Ding Jie Ran's temperament is the true, standard swordsman temperament!

The only slight drawback is... Ding Jie Ran is too cold, even to his master, doesn't speak unless necessary.

Ningxue Sword once tried not speaking to Ding Jie Ran for a day.

As a result, Ding Jie Ran took it as normal, but he almost suffocated himself.

So the rule was made: No matter what, when I call you, you have to respond. As long as I'm home, when you see me, you have to call me 'master' at least three times a day.

Besides these, you have to say at least three sentences to me every day!

Ningxue Sword felt that his rule was good.

Then Ding Jie Ran got confused.

To speak, speak what?

Eventually, it became: in the morning: "Master, have you eaten?"

In the afternoon: "Master, have you eaten?"

In the evening: "Master, have you eaten?"

Three sentences completed.

Ding Jie Ran happily went for sword training.

Leaving Ningxue Sword clutching his bloated stomach, spitting blood.

"I didn't realize that people who practice swordsmanship could be so dull!"

Ningxue Sword thought angrily.

Thinking so doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate it; he loves it because—this is the temperament I've longed for my whole life!

So for Fang Che, the only person Ding Jie Ran keeps in mind, Ningxue Sword is very fond—this is the only person his disciple talks about every day.

How could Ningxue Sword not take good care of him?

Not to mention, a broken sword he gave was treated as a treasure by his disciple, ignoring even the better ones he gave.

What does this say?

Weight!

Now, having just returned from outside, Ningxue Sword immediately went to the place where his disciple practiced swordsmanship.

No need to go elsewhere because except for here, Ding Jie Ran almost goes nowhere else.

If people could survive without eating and drinking, Ningxue Sword had no doubt Ding Jie Ran would save that time for sword training.

"Do you want to watch this friendship battle?"

Ningxue Sword asked enthusiastically.

"Not going."

"Watching has its benefits, learning from others to enhance yourself."

"Not going."

"It's also very lively and fun, with many beautiful women attending."

"..."

This time, Ding Jie Ran didn't even say the words "not going."

Pursed his lips.

Held his sword.

His attitude was clear: hurry and finish speaking, I want to go practice sword.

Ningxue Sword sighed and said: "Little Ding, with your temperament, if you find a wife in the future, the way you are so cold every day, she might just commit suicide."

"..."

No response.

To this statement, Ding Jie Ran had no reaction.

Ningxue Sword sighed, it seems he needs to use his secret weapon.

"This time, your Boss Fang is also participating."

Ding Jie Ran suddenly lifted his head, eyes shining: "Master, Boss Fang is going too? Really?"

Ningxue Sword replied desperately: "Your words in that sentence outnumber what you've said to me in three days."

"..."

Ding Jie Ran lowered his head again, not speaking.

"He really is going, I just ran into him, and unless something unexpected happens, he should be able to get a spot." Ningxue Sword conceded.

No way around it, I can't provoke him.

Ding Jie Ran lifted his head and said: "Mm."

Mm, what does that mean?

Ningxue Sword shouted angrily: "He's participating in the King level Battle."

"Mm."

"So are you going to watch?"

"Going!"

"Call me 'master' and say you want to go." Ningxue Sword started teasing him.

"Master, I want to go."

Ding Jie Ran spoke dryly.

"If you want to go, I'll make arrangements." Ningxue Sword was satisfied.

Today, different from before, three words!

Spoken to me!

Damn it, my disciple spoke.

Happy!

To celebrate, he decided to find Old Xue and mess around a bit later.

Ding Jie Ran lowered his head, his eyes suddenly becoming intense.