Chapter 20 The Wang family’s wooing (please collect it!)
On an autumn morning, there is mist.
Ning Daoran twisted off a cucumber from the cucumber growing in the small courtyard, rinsed it briefly, and started to eat it.
He suddenly remembered his rural life as a child in his previous life. He got up early in the morning and went to his grandmother's melon field to see the cucumbers growing. He suddenly became inspired by poetry and began to recite poems and write poems:
"Even if the wind and rain don't change my original intention, the cucumbers will cost two yuan and a pound!"
"Ouch???"
The big stupid deer sitting in the deck chair eating cucumbers opened his eyes wide in shock. He is indeed a big brother. He is really educated. He can't write such a neat poem by himself.
"Huh?"
Ning Daoran swept his consciousness and found a wisp of breath rising into the sky from the direction of No. 80 Lingtian.
Someone breaks through!
Unsurprisingly, the person who can achieve such a breakthrough must be Hong Ming, who is at the sixth level of Qi Refining. At this time, he is already at the seventh level of Qi Refining, and has entered the ranks of the later stages of Qi Refining.
The owners of several spiritual fields in Qibi Peak went to express their congratulations.
Ma Quanyou smiled and said: "Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Hong for breaking through to the late stage of Qi Refining. It's really gratifying. It seems that Fellow Daoist Hong can look forward to a great path, and even foundation building can be looked forward to."
"You're welcome, thank you fellow Taoist."
Huangshan looked in admiration and said sternly: "Fellow Daoist Hong broke through the late stage of Qi refining and became the number one person in Qibi Peak. It is really gratifying and congratulatory. I feel honored to be a member of Qibi Peak."
Hong Ming's face changed slightly, but he still nodded with a smile: "Thank you, fellow Taoist."
Ning Daoran gently cupped his hands: "Congratulations to fellow Taoist, may your path to immortality last forever!"
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Ning!"
Soon after, Granny Yuncui also came out with Chen Weimo and congratulated her politely.
Everyone not only congratulated, but also showed substantive expressions.
Ma Quanyou and Huangshan each gave two spiritual stones as gifts. After all, the other party was in the late stage of Qi refining, so being friends with Hong Ming was considered a good deal.
Ning Daoran gave ten kilograms of green bamboo rice as a gift. According to the market price of green bamboo rice, it was much heavier than the gifts given by the previous two people.
Grandma Yuncui did not give any gifts. Chen Weimo had already started practicing and needed a lot of spiritual stones. There was no need to pretend to be generous at this time. Hong Ming and Zhong Yan also expressed their understanding.
……
Just when everyone thought that life in Jibi Peak would continue to be peaceful, something suddenly happened.
One afternoon, Hong Ming took his magical instruments and some luggage and hurriedly left the No. 80 Lingtian courtyard where he had lived for many years.
When people asked, Zhong Yan was also vague and did not say directly. She just said that Hong Ming went out to practice.
Only Ning Daoran knew why Hong Ming left.
Everyone has their own destiny, and he didn't bother to care about it.
There is good news for him. Now that one year has passed, the deaths of the two leaders of Black Wind Village have not caused any big waves.
It is said that after the two leaders were killed, a group of minions were first panicked, then overjoyed, and decided to implement an election system to re-elect the leaders, so they selected two people with spiritual roots and cultivation.
After that, Heifeng Village fell into a power dispute. The two leaders framed and attacked each other, and eventually both died.
A group of minions are overjoyed again, there is another election!
After so many choices, in the end all the immortal cultivators in Black Wind Village died, leaving only a group of mortals who could only bully the mortals in the nearby villages.
Basically, Ning Daoran's "commitment" a year ago has come to nothing.
It’s safe, you can go down the mountain!
On this day, he took the big stupid deer down the mountain, and his storage bag was filled with various green bamboo spiritual rice, low-grade magic weapons, spiritual fish and other things.
This time I went down the mountain to find a way to sell the stolen goods, and secondly to buy a flying magic weapon.
As a great monk in the "middle stage of half-step Qi refining", purchasing a flying magic weapon is a very reasonable thing.
After arriving in Huanglongfang City.
First, I went to Fengzhi Tower and gave Huang Chengyan fifty kilograms of green bamboo spiritual rice and two five kilograms of spiritual fish.
When Huang Chengyan was happy, he stopped calling him nephew, and directly called him nephew! He was very emotional and said that it was a pity that his nephew's spiritual root was a bit weak, otherwise he would have had a chance of building a foundation, and he could even help get a foundation building pill.
Naturally, Ning Daoran just listened to such kind words.
When he really reaches the ninth level of Qi refining, Huang Chengyan will definitely not recognize this sentence.
After all, the value of the Foundation Establishment Pill is there, it is enough to change the fate of a Foundation Establishment family. Even in the Chaos Sect, the Foundation Establishment Pill is not given out casually.
……
Qingfufang.
A female governor, about seventeen or eighteen years old, came forward. She was extremely beautiful, and the beauty between her eyebrows could not be concealed.
"My fellow Taoist wants to buy something, I can guide you there."
She has a level of cultivation, the second level of Qi refining, whether it is high or low, whether it is low or low.
"What do you call fellow Taoist?"
"I am Chen Ping'er, what do you call me?"
"Ning Daoran, an outer disciple of the Chaos Sect, I want to buy a flying magic weapon."
"That's it!"
Chen Pinger smiled lightly: "Fellow Taoist, please come with me. Qingfufang has many types of flying magic weapons, which should be able to meet the needs of fellow Taoists."
After entering a shop, it was filled with various flying instruments.
There are green leaves, cattail fans, banana leaves, handkerchiefs, etc., and the grades range from magical weapons to spiritual weapons.
Finally, Ning Daoran's eyes fell on a bamboo-leaf magic weapon that was as green as jade.
"Green Bamboo Leaves, a first-order mid-grade magical weapon, is made from second-order top-grade thousand-year-old bamboo leaves. It flies very fast and consumes less mana for monks."
Chen Ping'er narrowed her beautiful eyes and said with a smile: "If fellow Taoist really wants it, I can give you a 10% discount, just two hundred and seventy low-grade spiritual stones."
Ning Daoran groaned, the price is indeed fair. The average price of a mid-grade flying magic weapon is at least three hundred spiritual stones. This green bamboo leaf has no damage or flaws at all. The spiritual energy is full and shiny, and it can be used for many years.
"Okay."
He smiled slightly and said, "Young Taoist Chen does things with ease, so I should also do things with ease."
He immediately added: "But you have to give me the secret to control this green bamboo leaf for free." Each flying magic weapon has a control secret when it is refined, and it is usually given as a package, but some Black shops may also use the techniques to make a second amount of money.
‘Isn’t this how you feel? ’
Chen Ping'er couldn't help but want to complain, but she still said with a smile on her face: "This is natural. Our business in Qingfufang is honest. Please rest assured, fellow Taoist, this is Qingzhuye, this is Qingzhuye's ”
Ning Daoran patted his storage bag and took out two hundred and seventy low-grade spiritual stones and presented them to him.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, does your shop accept Green Bamboo Spirit Rice?"
"Collected."
Chen Ping'er smiled and said: "Do you have green bamboo spiritual rice? Our Qingfufang purchase price for green bamboo spiritual rice is two pounds of spiritual stone. I wonder how much you have?"
"One hundred pounds."
"Okay!"
The deal was concluded immediately, and fifty spiritual stones were credited to the account, which was considered a small gain in blood.
As for selling green bamboo rice in Qingfufang, Ning Daoran doesn't think there is any problem at all.
After all, the main income of spiritual farmers is from selling spiritual rice. The spiritual farmers of Chaos Sect will have a certain amount of savings after paying the rent every year. Only by selling these spiritual rice can they save spiritual stones to support their own cultivation.
Ning Daoran has been growing green bamboo rice in Qibi Peak for several years. Based on the yield of green bamboo rice being four to five hundred kilograms per mu, it is really reasonable to sell several hundred kilograms of green bamboo rice every year.
After that, Ning Daoran turned into a rather messy street behind Huanglongfang City.
black market.
There are disorganized shops connected one after another. The transactions in the black market may not be available tomorrow. The facade of each shop is quite scrawled, and there are a large number of casual cultivators setting up stalls on the roadside.
Ning Daoran just looked around and asked around to find out the situation, but didn't take any action.
There are two low-grade magic weapons belonging to the great master in the storage bag, waiting to be sold in disguise next time!
After wandering around for a while, we returned to the main street of Huanglongfang City.
……
"This fellow Taoist, my young master would like to ask you to talk to me."
Suddenly a red-faced man spoke to me.
This man has a certain level of cultivation. At a glance, he can tell that he is a servant of a wealthy family. He is at the third level of Qi Refining. He has the same level of cultivation as Ning Daoran, so when he speaks, he is neither humble nor arrogant.
"Your young master?"
Ning Daoran frowned, something unexpected happened.
If you refuse, you may annoy the other party; if you go, you may cause some trouble.
After thinking for a while, he decided to go there. This place was right under Feng Zhilou's nose, and these people didn't dare to do anything.
No matter what he dares to do... Ning Daoran doesn't care, he just wanted to try the power of broken porcelain pieces.
Mingxiang Tower.
A teahouse in the core area of Huanglongfang City.
What is sold here is spiritual tea. A good cup of spiritual tea can easily cost two spiritual stones. The average casual cultivator will naturally be daunted by this kind of place.
Those who can come to Mingxiang Tower are either the great monks who have temporarily settled in the Huanglong Mountains, or the so-called immortal cultivating families who need this kind of high-end place to support their scene.
In a private seat near the window, a young man in white robe stood up and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist Ning, Wang Xuantong, the young master of the Wang family in Xia Shigu, met you."
Shiguwang family?
Ning Daoran searched his memory and got an impression. The Shigu Wang family seems to be a foundation-building family in the Huanglong Mountains. There is an ancestor who is in the early stage of foundation-building. The family has a first-level high-grade spiritual vein.
"Wang Daoyou, do you have something to do with me?"
"Fellow Taoist, please take a seat first, and we will talk while tasting the spiritual tea."
Ning Daoran sat down and took a sip of the spiritual tea. It tasted pretty good. He smiled and said, "Fellow Taoist, you can tell me."
"I heard that Fellow Daoist Ning has already practiced the Rain Transformation Technique to the fourth level at a young age, and even planted the second-level Green Bamboo Spiritual Rice, but he still can only succumb to the outer mountains in the Chaos Sect."
He raised his eyebrows slightly: "If Taoist friend is willing, my Wang family is willing to accept Taoist friend as an elder. All Taoist friend needs to do is to take care of eight acres of spiritual fields and produce three thousand kilograms of spiritual rice every year.
Don’t worry, fellow Taoist, our Wang family will never treat you badly. We are willing to offer you three hundred spiritual stones and a first-level mid-grade magic weapon every year. In addition, we will also open a cave for you in the core area of the spiritual vein. The family’s merits Dharma is available for Taoist friends to choose from.
As for Taoist companions, I, the Wang family, have many female cultivators, many of whom are beautiful and beautiful. As long as the Taoist companions like it, you can choose any one...or even choose as many as you want to marry or take concubines. ”
As soon as Young Master Wang opened his mouth, he launched an attack from four aspects of the legal and wealthy couple, showing great sincerity.
"Fellow Taoist..."
Ning Daoran frowned: "Don't you know that I am a disciple of the Chaos Sect?"
"Know."
Wang Xuantong raised his lips slightly: "But I also know that I am just an outer disciple. Are these many conditions I have set out for fellow Taoist disciples not enough to tempt fellow Taoist disciples?"
"Joke."
Ning Daoran said lightly: "One day I am a disciple of the Chaos Sect, and I will be a disciple of the Chaos Sect for the rest of my life. You want to let me leave the sect in just a few words?
When I was just a first-level Qi Refiner, it was the Chaos Sect who took me in. I still have the heart to repay my kindness.
Fellow Taoist, there is no need to say more. I will take my leave! ”
With that said, he led the big stupid deer downstairs and walked away without looking back.
"..."
Wang Xuantong didn't say anything more, he just looked at the other party's back, a murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"Young Master, this person..."
"No need to say more, just pretend that nothing happened today!"
He is not afraid of offending Ning Daoran, but after all he is afraid of the behemoth behind Ning Daoran!
……
Fengzhilou.
A certain foundation-building monk who was playing with a white jade pen wash took back his consciousness, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said with a smile: "It is rare for this boy to have such a heart for the master..."
(End of chapter)