The news had just reached Ningfu, and within half a day, Shuicheng knew about it all day.

That man, coming back.

Since the age of five, he has won the talent and overwhelmed the whole city.

Five years later, he awakened the spirit pattern and worshiped the mountain gate.

The momentum is like a bamboo, and the tattoo is nine sections, proud of the whole sect.

Another five years.

When the crowd was about to forget him, he returned.

Identity is.....

Spirited Tattooer.

The youngest spirit pattern master in the history of Tianshui City.

The youngest spirit pattern master in the history of the Golden Yang Sect.

In the calm Tianshui City, the three words Ning urged appeared in all the streets, alleys, courtyards and pavilions.

All the sons of the family, as if they had made an appointment, were all closed.

Only Ningfu is particularly lively.

..........

"Hurry up, the right side of that red satin is lowered, hurry up and adjust. ”

"Mama Zhang, go to the back kitchen again, the chefs of Juxian Building are all here. ”

"The more I look at this gate, the older it gets. Forget it, it's too late to change, so be it. ”

Wang Degui, the housekeeper who usually gave orders, was now put aside. Mrs. Liu Yunfeng is personally preparing for the preparations.

Ning Jian and Dong Shun, who were the porters, also received a brand new set of clothes from the warehouse and were asked to sweep the field in front of the door over and over again.

The second young master didn't come back, and the broom in his hand was not allowed to stop.

While sweeping the ground, Dong Shun couldn't stop whispering to Ning Jian: "Good girl, it's only been a few years, and you've become a spirit pattern master." ”

Dongshun is the Ning Mansion that advanced five years ago, and at that time, Ning Duwu had already gone to Jinyang Sect, so he was naturally curious.

"Ning Jian, do you remember the spirit pattern master who came last time, he is very old. The second young master is only fifteen years old, and he is as old as me. ”

"Ning Jian, tell me what kind of person this second young master is. ”

Dong Shun saw that Ning Jian didn't care, and thought that he had poked him in the sore spot. After all, Ning Jian signed the deed of sale last time but failed to awaken, so he was in the doldrums for a while.

Ning Jian's work in his hands did not stop, thinking about the memories of the past in his heart.

Unlike the later Dongshun, he grew up in Ningfu since he was a child, and it can be said that he was with the brothers. In Ning Jian's memory, the second young master Ning Duwu can only be described in one word.

Be strict with yourself.

Self-discipline to the point of being almost harsh.

Especially when he started practicing fist and foot moves with his master, Ning Jian had never seen him shout tired or bitter.

All year round, rain or shine, I only saw him practicing over and over again.

Speaking of which, Ning Jian was able to successfully become a martial artist, on the one hand, by borrowing the light of the brothers and stealing the moves. On the other hand, it was influenced by Ning Duwu.

A young master who spoke out with a golden key in his mouth, he should have been pampered, but he practiced so desperately, how could Ning Jian have any reason to slack off at all.

When he was ten years old, when Ning Duwu and his father proposed to find a spirit pattern master to awaken the spirit pattern, even Ning Hanlin thought that he was stupid to practice.

Not to mention the many twists and turns in the process, the moment he successfully awakened the spirit pattern, the whole city was boiling.

Ning Fu naturally came to the forefront.

Countless people came to visit with heavy gifts, but they were all in vain.

Ning Duwu has already entered the Jinyang Sect.

That's five years.

His name has been passed down by word of mouth in Tianshui City, but over time, everyone has only regarded it as an after-dinner chat.

Even many people only hear its name but don't know whether it's true or not.

"Spirit Tattoo Master?"

The meaning of these three words is deeper than that of Ning Jianlai.

In addition to superior cultivation and status, it is also the driving force for the teenager to live.

He didn't know how many years he could prolong his life by becoming a spirit pattern master, and he converted it into a few years of longevity under the sucking of gluttonous spirit patterns.

But if you don't become a tattoo master, there is only a dead end.

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"Master, madam, the second young master has already entered the city. ”

In the distance, the little guy who came to hear the news loudly.

"Okay, okay, my son is finally coming back. You old thing, hurry up. Liu Yunfeng and his son have been separated for five years, and they can't help themselves excitedly at this time.

"Wang Degui, tell the back kitchen, you can start cooking. ”

"Oh, yes. He has a bland taste and asks the cook to make it light. ”

Ning Hanlin thought to himself that he had just entered the city, and it would take some time to get home. But he couldn't bear his wife's repeated urgings, so he had to wait with her at the door.

"The son came home, but the father waited at the door, what is this called? He muttered to himself, but he didn't dare to let his wife hear it.

On the other side, Ning Duwen, who had long been ignored to the point of having no sense of existence, looked at his mother's appearance and felt indescribable.

Ning Jian and Dong Shun finally stopped their work, and waited on both sides of the maids.

Maybe it's too much anticipation, and time is not as fast as imagined.

Every once in a while, Liu Yunfeng asked if it was almost there.

As time passed, even Ning Hanlin began to get impatient.

"You go and see where the second young master is. ”

The little guy came and went, but it was only half an hour.

"Sir..... Second Young Master, he ..... I didn't see ......"

"You're blind, you can't find such a big living person!" Liu Yunfeng scolded angrily.

"Go look for me again, don't come back if you can't find you!"

After another quarter of an hour, there was still no one to be seen, and the little servant did not come back.

Ning Hanlin's face was calm, but his frowning brows raised his forehead.

A group of maids behind him also began to whisper.

"Sir, it won't ..... Nothing will happen....." Liu Yunfeng looked at her husband worriedly.

"Wait another quarter of an hour. After saying this, Ning Hanlin was silent.

The ominous premonition came to their hearts more and more, and the couple stood outside the gate of the Ning Mansion at this time, tormenting every moment.

After another unknown amount of time, Ning Hanlin finally spoke.

"Everyone, go find me. ”

Ning Jian and Dong Shun glanced at each other, not knowing what was going on.

At this moment, at the very end of the street, a crowd appeared.

Looking at this number of people, I am afraid that half of the people of Shuicheng have come in the next few days.

Ten thousand empty alleys, but that's it.

Directly in front of the crowd, two figures walked slowly.

"My son, it's my son!" After a long wait, Liu Yunfeng finally cried with joy.

After a while, father and son met.

"I've seen my father, my mother. Big brother, long time no see. ”

In front of him, he has a handsome son, an elegant and extraordinary temperament, and he has a superior atmosphere in his speech.

"Why are you so late, sincerely tossing the two of us. ”

"Something, delayed. ”

Ning Duwu gave up a position, "This is my junior disciple in the sect, Xie Shien." This time I went down the mountain with me, and I invited him to stay at home. ”

The monk, Xie Shien, bowed briefly, but did not speak.

At this time, Liu Yunfeng circled around Ning Duwu, "Well, when you grow up, you are taller." When you left home, you only reached your mother's shoulder. ”

He caught a glimpse of Ning Duwu still carrying a package in his hand, and complained: "Everything you should have at home, what kind of luggage do you still bother to bring." ”

"Oh, this one, it's not something important. ”

Ning Duwu threw it casually, and the package fell to the side.

Two human heads, rolling out.