Chapter 18 The idea is clear (Thanks to the leader of Golden Xiaopujie!)
At this time, Ning Daoran, who was in the late stage of Qi refining, faced one or two choices.
One is to hide their cultivation and continue farming in a low profile.
The second is to disclose your late Qi refining cultivation level, and then you can receive a free copy of "Yang Yang Jue" in the Contribution Hall.
The Yanyang Technique, like the Evergreen Technique, is a high-grade Huang-level skill that can be practiced as long as you have fire-attribute spiritual roots.
Moreover, the Flame Sun Technique was created by the Patriarch of Chaos, and has something in common with swordsmanship. Once practiced successfully, one can force the Yan Yang energy in the body from the fingertips into blazing sword energy to attack and kill the target.
Therefore, the brothers and sisters who practice on the mountain often raise their fingers and point their swords at the "biubiubiu" area, making Ning Daoran and Da Benlu who pass by feel like they are seeing gods, and shout "Awesome!"
Ning Daoran will take the path of cultivating both wood and fire in the future, and Yanyang Jue is obviously a shortcut.
But in the end, he chose to continue farming in a low profile. At present, he has been able to become invincible at the same level by relying on the body-tempering art of returning to nature and the seven-level evergreen art. There is no need to be too ambitious.
As for the Yanyang Jue, it is okay to practice it again in a few years when the realm has reached a higher level. After all, the time for intensive cultivation is accumulated over time and will not disappear.
When the time comes, once he learns the Yanyang Art, he will directly learn to return to his original nature. With his hard power, others may not be able to control him even if they want to.
……
On Qibi Peak.
Chen Weimo has grown up to be an eight-year-old girl, running around on the field ridge wearing a skirt made for her by her mother-in-law Yun Cui.
"Uncle Ning!"
"Uncle Deer!"
Whenever she saw that person and the deer, the little girl immediately stood upright, then took a breath, with determination in her eyes.
Ning Daoran smiled naturally and touched her little head: "Not bad, not bad, I'll reward you!"
Either reward her with a fruit, or take her to the backyard to fish.
Chen Weimo loved fishing most, and her mother-in-law would cook an extremely delicious spiritual fish dinner for her at night. The little girl looked beautiful on the outside, but she was a greedy little cat on the inside.
"Ning Daoran, don't spoil her too much..."
Every time Granny Yuncui saw Chen Weimo carrying a fish out with a wicker stick, she would always smile and say: "That spiritual fish is worth a lot of money, and it won't be easy for you to raise it. You'd better take some more and sell them in the market to exchange for spiritual stones." That’s good. Chen Weimo can just eat some ordinary fish and shrimp.”
"It's okay, grandma, my fish pond has a high yield, as good as Chen Weimo's."
So, Granny Yuncui smiled and nodded, but she knew in her heart that she owed many favors.
Chen Weimo is very lucky, and he also has spiritual roots, but he is an eighth-grade and fifth-grade spiritual root. With such qualifications, there is probably no hope of building a foundation in this life, but with the nourishment of spiritual fish and spiritual rice, he may be able to reach a certain level. At the later stage of Qi refining, it is actually enough.
No. 78 Lingtian.
Ma Quan had saved some spiritual stones and was quite satisfied.
He has extremely poor qualifications and doesn't have to think about foundation building at all. He always comes to the field ridge with the spirit stone in his hand.
"Friend Dao Ning, there are some shacks in the east of Fang City, and some beautiful women live in them. Do you know what they do, right?"
"Know."
Ning Daoran's eyes were indifferent: "They are a group of progressive women with extremely poor spiritual roots, but they are willing to sell their bodies in order to seek the road..."
Ma Quan was stunned for a moment, he said that he was a bit confused.
"Fellow Daoist Ning is twenty years old. He is at the peak of his youth. Do you want to go and feel the tenderness of the fairies together?"
Ma Quanyou licked his lips: "The fairy I often take care of my business is called Fairy Xihan. If you want to go, I can give you my love and let you experience the feeling of death..."
"Old horse."
Ning Daoran said seriously: "Are you losing interest because no one is going with you?"
"Huh?"
Ma Quanyou blushed and walked away.
It seems that it is impossible to get the outer disciples into the water together.
No. 80 Lingtian.
Hong Ming and Zhong Yan have been inseparable for several years. Hong Ming loves Zhong Yan very much and responds to all requests. Zhong Yan also serves Hong Ming with all her heart.
It's just that sometimes when she stares blankly into the distance on the field ridge, Zhong Yan's eyes will show a little nostalgia and hatred.
No. 81 Lingtian.
The spiritual farmer named Huangshan still farmed during the day and practiced hard at night, but his cultivation had not improved in several years.
……
On this day, the sky was gloomy, dark clouds were rolling in, and it looked like a heavy rain was coming.
In the evening, in a secret room twenty feet deep.
Ning Daoran used the tame tits to understand the situation inside and outside the mountains while pushing piles to practice.
Outside the mountain gate, there were two men in civilian clothes who lingered for two days, looking strange in everything.
Finally, when Ning Daoran rode a tit to get a closer look, he heard their conversation.
"Boss, are the clues true? Seven years ago, the person who killed the third master was really a member of the Chaos Sect?"
"Second brother, the first master and the second master sent us here to investigate this matter. Why do you need to ask me this? The clues have been found all the way to the Chaos Sect.
As long as we find a way to find someone to check the books in their contribution hall, we will naturally know who passed through Qingniu Town on the day the third leader died. ”
There was a stern look in his eyes: "The headmaster said that as long as we find out who is suspected, we naturally cannot afford to offend the Chaos Sect, but as long as this person leaves the sect, we will have a chance to catch him outside, secretly Cramping and skinning or whatever, it’s all up to us!”
"Since I don't really want to provoke the Chaos Sect, I'll think of a way. I do know a few friends... It shouldn't be difficult to find out some information from the Chaos Sect."
……
The bandits from Heifeng Village actually came to our door, how arrogant!
Ning Daoran went out of the mountain alone.
In the dense forest, two hand knives easily knocked down two bandits, and they immediately searched for their souls!
Under the soul-searching technique of returning to nature, the figures of the first and second master of Black Wind Village appeared in his mind.
The third master turned out to be the younger brother of the eldest master's favorite concubine. He came to the position through nepotism. After the death of the third master, the concubine had a bad temper for a long time. The headmaster loved this concubine very much, and no matter how much he suppressed it, he would not let the overlord take advantage of her. Over the years, he kept sending people to investigate, and finally got the news recently that someone from the Chaos Sect passed through the forest that day.
Soon, Ning Daoran will be found.
"Oh my god...that's not good!"
Ning Daoran shot and killed one by one. Although these two bandits had never killed anyone, they had done a lot of things to help others. Death was not a pity.
Late at night, No. 77 Lingtian Courtyard.
After Ning Daoran told Da Benlu about this, he felt even more uneasy.
There was a thunderstorm outside, and Ning Daoran couldn't sleep even more.
He got up to practice pushing the pile and improve his cultivation, but he could not enter concentration.
Without it, thoughts will not be clear!
For a moment, Ning Daoran made up his mind, stood up suddenly, shook the big stupid deer awake, and said in a deep voice: "Old Lu, someone is eyeing our two brothers and wants to kill us. Can you bear this?"
“Ouch~~~”
The big stupid deer hissed, and dozens of cross veins popped up on its forehead. Of course it couldn't be tolerated, so it had to strike first!
"Old deer, pack your gear and go down the mountain!"
Ning Daoran immediately spent more than four thousand years of intensive training to perfect the two "little tricks" of invisible art and sound absorption art. Then he pinned the Green Dragon Spear on the back of the big stupid deer and held an umbrella. Out the door.
……
After leaving Chaos Sect, he immediately put on another outfit.
Wearing an ink shirt, a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, he held a green dragon gun in his hand.
At this moment, Ning Daoran looked like a knight-errant.
After traveling for hundreds of miles, dots of lights appeared on the mountains in the distance, which was Black Wind Village.
"Old deer."
Ning Daoran touched the rain-covered neck of the big stupid deer and said softly: "I sneaked into the village alone. Use your Escape to follow me. Don't follow too close. Unless I miss, don't take action. Remember ?”
“Ouch~~~”
The big stupid deer barked softly to express that the elder brother was relieved, and I understood.
So, in the pouring rain, Ning Daoran used the three perfection-level skills of breath concentration, invisible shape, and sound absorption. His figure seemed to disappear without a trace, and he sneaked directly into the village.
The big stupid deer raised its front hooves and crashed its entire body directly into the ground. The mountain deer's magical ability to escape from the ground was indeed mysterious.
……
Heifeng Village is a powerful village with a radius of hundreds of miles.
It is said that the first master is on the ninth level of Qi refining, and the second master is on the eighth level of Qi refining. They are notorious throughout the country. Their names are so evil that they can make babies stop crying!
During the day, Heifeng Village robbed a caravan and made a lot of money, and had just held a celebration banquet.
In the heavy rain, a figure staggered towards the wing holding an umbrella.
It's the second boss.
After eating and drinking enough, he just wanted to go back to his room quickly to take care of the two concubines.
"Chunxiang, Qiuyue, here I come."
Stepping under the eaves of the corridor, he folded up his umbrella and threw it aside, only to find that there was no light in the room.
"You don't even light the lamp, do you want me to come back?"
At the banquet just now, he was ridiculed by the first master, and the second master was already feeling angry.
At this time, when he saw that the two concubines did not light the lamp and were waiting, the fire in his heart suddenly started.
"His grandma, open the door for me!"
The second master kicked the door, and even the door bolt broke immediately, and a cold wind quickly poured into the house.
No one responded.
"Why, have you all slept to death?!"
Naturally, the second master would not have expected that someone could really get into the cottage, so he took advantage of the drunkenness and strode into the house.
The moment he entered the room, he suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, and then most of the alcohol in his body dissipated in an instant!
In the dark room, I saw a figure leaping above, dexterously hanging upside down from the beam, and then a black thing made a sharp sound of breaking the wind and came towards my face!
Qi and blood surged, and the muscles in Ning Daoran's arms tightened, already using all his strength to perform this attack!
"What..."
The second master felt like he was falling into an ice cave. He had no time to dodge, and felt his face go numb, and then he lost all feeling.
This shot was so powerful that the second master's head was smashed into pieces with one shot!
In the room, two flower-like concubines were sleeping on the bed, both of them fell under the soul-searching spell.
Ning Daoran closed the door, searched for the soul of the second master's body, and immediately took out all the second master's belongings from under the stove, and disappeared into the night and heavy rain in a flash.
……
Deep in the village, there is the most luxurious attic, where the master lives.
The first master is a great monk who is close to perfection at the ninth level of Qi refining. Unlike the second master, he only loves his concubine, but recently he is not allowed to touch his concubine. This is good, because there is no need to delay his cultivation because of women.
At this time, the headmaster, who had just returned from the banquet, shook his body slightly, and his spiritual energy surged throughout his body, dissipating most of the alcohol. He immediately stepped on the steps and walked step by step towards the practice room in the attic.
The dead of night is the most suitable time to practice the exercises.
"Squeak..."
The moment the door was opened, a sharp and high-pitched sound broke through the air, like a beast hissing, and an afterimage went straight towards the door of the headmaster!
"Not good!"
In an instant, the headmaster's eyelids twitched wildly, and his face was distorted sharply by the pressure of the air waves.
(End of chapter)