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He had heard a lot about Hua Ruge and felt that it was difficult to digest. Turns out that his master was not only powerful in pill refining, but also in battle.

He worshiped Hua Ruge more and more, to the extent that he did not hide his admiration and looked at Hua Ruge everywhere on his face and body.

"Crunch."

A sudden sound of wood breaking travelled into Ji Ming's ears, and in that moment, Ji Ming felt like he had lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Putong."

His butt could be considered to have made a close contact with the ground. This once again attracted the attention of the surrounding people, and when they saw Fatty Ji's appearance, they could not help but laugh out loud.

As a strong cultivator, Ji Ming had realized the problem when the chair's legs were broken and reacted immediately. It was just that he was unable to move due to the pressure from above.

Tuoba Rui's eyes swept across them with an indifferent gaze. Even if he was stupid, he knew what was going on.

The waiter immediately went to change the chair for him. This time, Ji Ming looked straight into his eyes and nose, and did not dare to randomly glance at Hua Ruge's body again.

Seeing that, Hua Ruge could not help but laugh out loud, this Ji Ming had no eyes, looking at him in such a manner, it could be said that he had seen their former friendship even if he was not beaten to death.

After the narrator was interrupted, Hua Ruge continued to listen. In the evening, this part of the story was finally finished, but he did not say whether the devil god had fallen for that woman or not.

"Why did it break at such a critical time? It really makes me anxious." Hua Ruge shook his head helplessly.

On the way back, Ji Ming said in a very euphemistic manner, "Master, do you think you should accept me this time?"

"To be honest, I really don't want to take a stupid person." Hua Ruge teased again: "But you are so obsessed with pill refining, I think your future achievements might be better than mine, I'll teach you for now."

Ji Ming was so happy that he almost turned stupid, and was about to kneel down and kowtow.

"Don't kneel on the streets, go back and do the same. You just need to study diligently." Hua Ruge said.

Ji Ming nodded repeatedly, "Thank you for your teachings, Master."

Seeing that, Hua Ruge laughed again, he turned and looked at Tuoba Rui: "I never thought that there would be a day I could take you in as my disciple."

She couldn't reach it herself, so who knew where this disciple was heading.

Tuoba Rui naturally knew what she was implying, but he merely smiled and didn't say anything else.

Hua Ruge had just thought of Ji Ming's actions and actions, thus he said: "After becoming my disciple, you have to be more cautious in your speech and actions, and not be as flamboyant as you were before, and even more so not casually say out my name, understand?"

"Yes, this disciple will definitely not lose face for your old family."

"No, I'm afraid you'll be beaten." Hua Ruge saw that he did not understand and said: "I have many enemies, if you keep mentioning my name, then I might meet an enemy."

Tuoba Rui almost laughed out loud.

Ji Ming immediately nodded after hearing it, "Yes."

He knew what kind of enemies his master was, and if he were to encounter one, it would be as simple as being beaten up. He would probably lose his life.

Hua Ruge nodded in gratification: "That's right."

After returning to the sect gate, Ji Ming officially took in a master in the great hall. Only after taking a sip of the tea did Hua Ruge finally see the crazy old man walk in, and said: "Good disciple, I heard that you took in a disciple for me."

Ji Ming felt his scalp go numb the moment he saw this crazy old man, because this old man's strength was terrifying and his emotions were unstable.

Hua Ruge stood up and replied, "Yes."

The mad old man looked at Ji Ming who was standing below, swept his gaze up and down, and frowned: "Why are you as fat as a pig? Your bone root is that bad? "

Ji Ming felt that he had suffered a ten thousand point critical hit.

The crazy old man looked at Hua Ruge again and said, "I don't like this person, I can't accept him."

Hua Ruge pointed to the tea by his side and said: "I've finished my tea, I'm afraid I've already accepted it."

Ji Ming was also sensible and immediately kowtowed to the crazy old man.

The crazy old man said with disdain, "This is too bad. There is no room for training."

"Grand Master, although I am a bit stupid, I will work hard." Ji Ming said.

The crazy old man waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I'll teach you more when I have time."

When Ji Ming heard it, his eyes widened, he looked at Hua Ruge, wanting to seek help, but Hua Ruge did not dare disobey his master, so he nodded towards Ji Ming, indicating him to accept his fate.

Ji Ming felt a cold shiver down his spine. This old man who was following him, even if he didn't get beaten to death, he would at least be smashed into pieces.

The mad old man said with a face full of smiles as he looked at Hua Ruge, "My good disciple, you should rest more before you get pregnant. Master will settle whatever it is that you need to do."

"Thank you, Master." Hua Ruge laughed.

The crazy old man was very satisfied with Hua Ruge having a child. No matter who it was, the child she and Tuoba Rui had would not be inferior to.

When he thought about that, his mouth couldn't help but laugh, but when he turned around and saw Ji Ming, he immediately scrunched up his face, creasing his eyebrows in disdain: "Don't just stand there, follow me."

Ji Ming once again looked at Hua Ruge with pleading eyes, but Hua Ruge could only show sympathy.

She felt that only someone with a powerful body like the Crazy Old Man, or her, the trainer, would be able to handle it. Fatty Ji Ming would be exhausted in just a few days.

Hua Ruge thought about it but still decided to take a look in two days. If the strength was too strong, she would plead for. At that time, she should be able to do it.

In the days to come, she would still go down the mountain every day to listen to books. Sometimes, when the old man had something to do or to rest up, she would go to the theater to listen to the plays.

One day, when the singing reached a sorrowful place, the entire audience was moved, only Hua Ruge was still laughing and listening, his gaze was fixated on the face of the little boy.

Tuoba Rui slightly raised his eyebrows, feeling very astonished. It was because Hua Ruge was usually the most sentimental person, why was there no reaction when he saw such a desolate place today?

"Not bad?" Tuoba Rui asked.

"What's so bad about that? Isn't that a couple talking to each other? They haven't seen each other for a long time, so it's naturally a good thing that we've reunited after a long time." Hua Ruge said.

Tuoba Rui was startled for a moment, then held his forehead, and laughed helplessly.

The only person who could cause him to lose face for the past ten thousand years was Hua Ruge.

Although Hua Ruge liked to see Tuoba Rui smile, he didn't know what she was laughing about.

"It's not that we haven't seen each other for a long time, it's that the young lady died. The scholar was sleeping in front of the tombstone, dreaming of meeting the young lady." Tuoba Rui didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he explained.

"Oh, so that's how it is." Hua Ruge continued to look over, and saw the two crying, as if it was really true.

However, she did not care much about what was going on as she could not understand much of what was going on even though she was watching the scene unfold. Thus, she did not care much about the development of the situation.

Other than the theatre Hua Ruge, Tuoba Rui did not know whether to laugh or cry when she told him about this matter. She had never thought that she would be so engrossed in reading that she did not even understand the story.

Hua Ruge did not think much of it. Those voices were originally very hard to understand, she felt that the people in the theater might not understand as well.

From then on, Tuoba Rui would tell her more about the show. Of course, she would only watch it a little, and would only listen to books most of the time.2

Two months passed in a row like this. She estimated that this child had been here for about three months. If she were to carefully look, she would be able to see that there were slight bulges on her stomach.

As the child grew older, more and more of her spiritual energy was sucked away. With only 20 to 30% of her strength left to nurture the child, she also became slightly weaker.

She clearly knew how much spirit energy there was in her body, which was a hundred times more than an ordinary person's strength. Logically speaking, she should not have been affected by the effects of raising children, but she never expected that even in these three months, she would need thirty percent of the spirit energy to nourish herself.

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