"Well, remember what you said today, and don't let the person who saved you down."
Meditation Master smiled with relief, and her face became calm again. She slowly sat down on the rush cushion and said indifferently, "Go!"
"Nun, who saved me?" Ding Ning asked eagerly.
"You will know in the future. Go, and don't come again!"
Meditation Master closed her eyes and recited scriptures in a low voice. No matter what Ding Ning asked, she turned a deaf ear to it.
Ding Ning had no choice but to bow respectfully and leave. He returned to Ninghai University and continued his study life.
This time he got a blessing in disguise. After surviving the disaster, his Eight Extraordinary Meridians were all opened, which made him happy and full of doubts. Who saved him? Was it the master? Or the scar-faced man?
But the master didn't want to say, and he couldn't force her. Anyway, he owed her a big favor, and he could only repay her later when he found out the truth.
The expansion of his meridians made his abundant True Qi seem much thinner. It seemed that he had to take some time to practice.
When he thought that when the True Qi in his meridians was fully replenished, he could open up his Dantian and officially step into the Earth Martial Arts Realm, he couldn't help but be inexplicably excited.
The benefits of this healing were not limited to this. Before, his body was not strong enough, so he couldn't completely absorb the energy of the sea serpent's essence blood, and could only store it in his flesh and blood.
This time, the sea serpent's essence blood constantly strengthened his body along with the circulation of his blood, which made his body strength soar.
He believed that if he fought with Violent Dragon again, he wouldn't feel his arm because of the pain like last time.
Of course, although he didn't fear Violent Dragon now, he was still extremely afraid of Deng Nine-Finger's lightning superpower, so he didn't dare to act rashly.
"It seems that I need to cultivate my own force." Ding Ning thought about it seriously and made up his mind.
In his eyes, his father was an extremely powerful existence. Even now, he didn't dare to say that he could be his father's opponent.
But even so, his father didn't dare to let him expose his identity, so it could be imagined how powerful the enemy was.
A good man needs three helpers. In the case of insufficient strength, the only way Ding Ning could think of to protect himself was to develop a force that was absolutely loyal to him.
As for Xiaoniu and the others, they were loyal, fearless, and good at martial arts. They could be the first group of people for him to build his force.
When he made this decision, he suddenly understood why his father didn't let him practice other cultivation methods, but still forced him to memorize them.
It seemed that his father had long considered this step, but he had never made it clear to him, causing him to secretly regret his lack of awareness.
"Boss, you really come and go like a ghost. You didn't come back for two nights. Although sister-in-law is good, you should take care of your health!"
As soon as they returned to the dorm, Zhang Haifeng winked ambiguously and gave him a thumbs up.
Ding Ning handed him the breakfast he bought on the way and said with a smile, "Eat your breakfast and see if it can stop your mouth."
"Hehe, I'll shut up if there's food!"
Zhang Haifeng grinned and handed a breakfast to Wu Xian.
Wu Xian was still silent and nodded to Ding Ning to express his gratitude.
"By the way, Boss, are you busy tonight?"
As it turned out, food couldn't stop Zhang Hai Feng's mouth. His mouth was still stuffed with pancakes, and he started to mumble again.
"It should be okay, right? What's wrong? "
Ding Ning answered casually, lying on the bed and turning over a book.
"Wu Xian and I will treat you and sister-in-law to dinner tonight."
Zhang Haifeng said with some embarrassment, "That day, Wu Xian and I said that we would treat, but we both drank too much and asked you to pay the bill."
"Hey, it's not a big deal. No need."
Ding Ning shook his head indifferently, but he appreciated Zhang Haifeng's character very much. These two roommates were people who could be close friends.
"That can't be done. It's a gift from sister-in-law. Wu Xian and I think it's too hot to take it. If we don't spend it, we will feel uneasy."
Zhang Haifeng said seriously. Even Wu Xian, who buried his head in eating, looked over and nodded to show his agreement.
"Well, you can do whatever you think is appropriate."
Ding Ning saw that they were determined, so he had to agree.
Zhang Haifeng smiled wickedly. "Tonight, we have a beauty to accompany us."
"Beauty? Where is the beauty from? "
Ding Ning asked in confusion.
"Dormitory No. 309, our fellowship dormitory."
Zhang Haifeng was so excited that his face turned red. He pointed at the ceiling and looked like a love-struck fool. "No. 309 is the same as No. 109. There are only three girls. They are the three golden flowers of the Graduate School of Ninghai University."
"Fellowship dormitory? When was the fellowship? "
Ding Ning looked a little absent-minded.
The fellowship dormitory seemed so distant. When he was in college, his third brother liked to hold this kind of fellowship activity, which was convenient for him to pick up girls.
If it weren't for the fellowship, he wouldn't have become estranged from his roommates who had a good relationship with him.
Female college students were full of longing for love. Those girls were willing to have the fellowship because they were attracted to him and Zhao Xin, the two most handsome guys in the school.
At that time, he didn't think so much and was dragged there by Zhao Xin. As a result, the girls that his eldest brother, his second brother, his fourth brother, and his fifth brother liked either confessed to Zhao Xin or wanted to pick him up.
Although he refused all of them and didn't agree to any of them, his roommates still hated him.
This made him very confused. He didn't agree to any of them, nor did he hurt them. But Zhao Xin didn't refuse anyone. As long as he liked the girls who chased him, he would take them to get a room.
But those roommates didn't blame Zhao Xin but hated him, which made him feel wronged and confused. Until now, he still didn't understand what was going on.
Therefore, he was very resistant to things like social gatherings.
"Yesterday, my goddess Liu Wenjing took the initiative to talk to me and proposed to be our fellowship dormitory. I have agreed. Boss, you won't refuse me, right?"
Zhang Haifeng asked nervously. It seemed that Ding Ning, the boss, still had a high position in his mind.
Ding Ning saw that Wu Xian was also looking at him expectantly, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Even an otaku was tempted. How could he spoil their fun?
"Well, you can arrange it!"
"Yeah, long live the boss. Let's have dinner tonight and then go to the KTV to sing and drink."
Zhang Haifeng shouted "long live the boss" excitedly like a child, and Wu Xian also showed a shy smile, which was rare.
Ding Ning felt warm in his heart and asked Wu Xian jokingly, "Are you secretly in love with the girl from No. 309?"
Wu Xian blushed and turned his head bashfully. "An otaku is quite shy."
Zhang Haifeng winked and smiled. "Third Brother is a coquettish guy. He has liked Song Xiaoyu from No. 309 for a long time."
Wu Xian's thoughts were seen through, and he immediately became angry out of shame. He showed his fangs and danced over to fight with Zhang Haifeng.
"For the happiness of Third Brother and the collective honor of No. 109, I can't be a burden. I will call Ling Yun now and see if she is free at night."
Ding Ning said with a smile and dialed Ling Yun's number.
To his disappointment, Ling Yun couldn't come to the gathering with her classmates at night.
If Ling Yun didn't come, Ding Ning really didn't want to participate in this gathering, but since he had promised Zhang Haifeng, he couldn't go back on his word.
The evening finally came when Zhang Haifeng and Wu Xian went back to the dormitory after class. Zhang Haifeng began to dress up. His hair was meticulously combed, and it was shiny as if he had smeared lard on it. He also put on a pink shirt and black overalls, making him look like a rich young master in the fifties or sixties.
Even Wu Xian, the coquettish guy, put on hair gel and specially put on a pair of gentle gold-rimmed glasses. He put on the shirt and trousers that he usually didn't wear, looking like a business elite.
Ding Ning really didn't agree with the unique taste of his two roommates. He gave some suggestions for reference, but Zhang Haifeng, who felt good about himself, made him speechless.
Probably because of limited funds, this time Zhang Haifeng didn't dare to eat in a high-end restaurant like Cuizhuxuan. Instead, he chose a medium-level restaurant with good quality and low price.
The name of the restaurant was very tacky, just called Good Again, but the decoration was elegant, and the environment was not bad.
The appointment was at seven o 'clock, but the two bachelors took Ding Ning to the reserved private room, Furong Pavilion, before half past six.
Seeing the two of them running out nervously and eagerly waiting for him, Ding Ning played with his mobile phone in boredom.
When he was in college, he was forced to register his Weibo account by Zhao Xin, and he hadn't logged in for a long time. Anyway, he had nothing to do, so he logged in to have a look.
But as soon as he logged in, he was shocked. His Weibo fans had already reached more than two million.
The most incredible thing was that the video of him treating Wang Guoliang in Diannan was posted on Weibo, and there were tens of millions of comments under it.
Looking at the time, the time when the video was uploaded was August 30th, the day when he treated Wang Guoliang.
This made him confused. He hadn't logged in Weibo for almost two years. Who on earth logged in and uploaded the video on August 30th?
His Weibo account was registered by Zhao Xin with his identity information, and his roommates all knew the account password. Could it be that one of them logged in and uploaded the video?
It must be Zhao Xin who did it. Ding Ning was speechless. Uploading the video of his treatment on his Weibo, wasn't it just boasting?
He felt his face burning. Damn it, Zhao Xin. When he saw him next time, he would definitely get him drunk.
Ding Ning patiently clicked on the comments. What made him feel a little relieved was that except for a few anti-fans, the rest were basically one-sided praises.
In particular, there was a hardcore fan named Sunshine After Rain, who was also the leader of his fan support group. She fought with the haters with sharp words and was extremely protective of him.
Sunny After Rain? Could it be Shen Muqing? Shen Muqing's figure, which was like an orchid in an empty valley, suddenly appeared in Ding Ning's mind, and his heart suddenly ached.
Whether it was her or not, seeing that she was so protective of him, Ding Ning clicked on the "Follow" button.
After hesitating for a moment, he Sunny After Rain, "Thank you and all the fans for your support, thank you!"
"Coming, they're coming!"
Zhang Haifeng shouted excitedly and pulled Ding Ning out to greet them.
Ding Ning casually turned off his phone and went out to greet them cooperatively. Three well-dressed girls walked side by side, like a beautiful scenery, attracting the attention of many passers-by.
On the left was a short-haired girl wearing a red one-piece miniskirt, with big breasts, a slender waist, and a perky buttocks.
On the right was a girl with shoulder-length hair wearing a denim skirt and a white lace cardigan, with a slender figure and a quiet temperament.
The one in the middle … Ding Ning was dumbfounded. It turned out to be the narcissist who suspected that he wanted to hit on her in the library.
But today, the narcissist was not wearing her old black-rimmed glasses. She was wearing a snow-white princess dress. Her cloud-like hair was tied up in a bun, revealing her slender, white, swan-like neck.
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