Chapter 111 A dream in the void
"Hu~~~"
Ning Daoran breathed a sigh of relief.
At the age of sixty, he was promoted to the middle stage of foundation building. This progress was neither too fast nor too slow.
If all goes well, you will enter the late stage of foundation building around the age of ninety.
The foundation building must be completed before the age of 150, and then you can plan the elixir formation.
Looking inward with his spiritual consciousness, his lifespan was extremely long at this time.
Ning Daoran, who has the fourteenth level of the Evergreen Technique and is in the foundation stage, has a lifespan of 560 years!
The years are long, and there is no need for him to have any sense of urgency in his mentality.
As long as you don't seek death, your promotion to the Golden Core stage is basically a sure thing, so there is no need to rush into anything.
Slowly operate the Breath Condensation Technique, and the external cultivation level will still stay at the early stage of foundation building.
A monk with a ninth-grade spiritual root is extremely lucky to be able to enter the foundation building. Advancement too quickly can easily arouse suspicion, so it is safest to stay in the early stage of foundation building.
In the sect, most of the foundation-building elders are also in the early stages of foundation-building.
Moreover, more than half of people will be stuck in the early stage of foundation building in this life, so Ning Daoran does not break the level, but it seems extremely normal.
“Ouch~~~”
Big Benlu came over with a happy expression on his face and congratulated his eldest brother for being promoted to the middle stage of foundation building.
“It’s really time to celebrate!”
Ning Daoran smiled slightly: "Old Lu, you go kill two chickens, and I will cook a big plate of chicken for you tonight!"
The tail of the big stupid deer was wagging wildly, with a look of joy on its face. It was actually a new dish. I had never heard of it before.
For a time, No. 77 Lingtian Courtyard became busy again.
Ning Daoran lit a fire to cook, Chen Weimo washed rice and cooked, and Big Benlu wielded an ax to chop firewood. Everything was full of human fireworks.
……
The next day.
Ning Daoran decided to go down the mountain to buy a batch of formation materials.
He planned to refine an additional blood-transforming soul-chasing formation to hone his formation skills, so as not to become useless over time.
Moreover, second-level killing formations such as the Blood Transformation Soul Chasing Formation can be regarded as a kind of foundation, and can be used to trade with others when necessary.
Afternoon, Huanglongfang City.
Ning Daoran wore a dark blue outer sect elder's uniform, and his appearance still maintained that of eighteen years old. It was a pity that he was unkempt, otherwise he would have looked very fairy-like.
The big stupid deer has hair as white as snow, and a pair of white jade-like tender horns on its head have gradually matured, becoming more and more like a fairy beast.
When the two of them walk on the street, it is very easy to attract the attention of others.
It is not uncommon for great monks in the foundation-building stage to walk in Huanglongfang City, but it is extremely rare for a foundation-building monk and a foundation-building spirit beast to swagger through the city together.
"Friend Dao Ning."
In Qingfufang, Chen Pinger walked out in a dark blue palace dress. This girl became more and more graceful and delicate, with beautiful eyes and affectionate eyes, and an indescribable flavor.
He stepped forward, bowed his hands, and said with a smile: "When you come to Qingfufang this time, do you want to buy treasures, materials, or talismans?"
"Buy some formation materials."
Ning Daoran took out a list, which contained about one-fifth of the materials for the blood-transforming soul-chasing array.
As for the remaining 80%, a group of second-class paper people spread out to buy it, so as not to arouse suspicion.
"Okay, I will choose the materials for my fellow Taoist!"
Since she was a regular customer, Chen Ping'er didn't pay too much attention to it. She immediately called the manager and more than a dozen clerks went to select the materials.
After receiving the money and goods, Ning Daoran left Qingfufang.
On the street, the breeze blows.
"Old deer."
Ning Daoran suddenly tilted his head and said with a smile: "Would you like to go to the stall and have a look? Maybe you can really pick up the leak this time!"
"Ouch~~~"
The big stupid deer has bright eyes.
The eldest brother gave it a storage bag before, and there were a lot of spiritual stones in it. With the spiritual stones in its possession, it had long wanted to try its luck.
"Walk!"
One person and one deer crossed the bridge and headed to the stall area.
After crossing two streets, an endless stream of stallholders appeared on both sides of the road.
The stall area is not in a prime location in Huanglongfang City. Behind the stall is no longer a store, but a green spiritual field.
There is also a spiritual vein underground in Huanglongfang City. Although the grade is not high, the management of the city has still opened up a lot of spiritual fields. These spiritual fields are also used to lease to spiritual farmers to grow spiritual rice.
Ning Daoran led Big Stupid Deer through the large and small stalls, scanning various treasures with his spiritual consciousness, but found that there was really nothing decent in the stall area of Fangshi.
Either it's a incomplete first-level magic weapon, or it's some inferior skills.
Or it's just a little trick of the charlatan. It's okay to deceive people who are in the Qi refining stage. Ning Daoran, who has divine consciousness in the foundation building stage, can basically see through it at a glance.
Even when Ning Daoran looked at the goods, many vendors showed embarrassed expressions, fearing that they would offend the foundation-building monk by using fake or inferior goods.
In the end, Ning Daoran shook his head.
"Old deer, there is indeed nothing left to pick up. Let's go home."
"Ouch~~"
The big stupid deer was also a little resentful, but at the next moment, it suddenly bit Ning Daoran's sleeve and gestured with a growl.
"What?"
Ning Daoran was stunned for a moment and looked in the direction the big stupid deer was pulling him.
Suddenly, the whole person was stunned. He saw someone he hadn't seen for a long time——
Zhong Yan.
……
Back then, the woman who was responsible for taking care of the spiritual field No. 80 on Qibi Peak was already old and waning.
Wearing a coarse cloth and with wrinkles on her face, she doesn't have the slightest trace of the charming, mature lady she once was.
All in all, Zhong Yan is now over eighty years old.
For a monk in the early stage of Qi refining, he is already in his twilight years and has very little life left.
What's more, Zhong Yan suffered a lot in her middle age and lost her two husbands, Xin Yan and Hong Ming.
Later, it is said that he also sold his sex in a slum area in order to maintain his practice and life. Ning Daoran almost couldn't recognize Zhong Yan at this moment.
However, Zhong Yan recognized Ning Daoran at a glance.
Forty years later, he is still exactly the same as when he first arrived at Qibi Peak!
What makes Zhong Yan feel even more ashamed is that Ning Daoran is now a foundation-building monk, an existence she can only look up to.
"..."
Ning Daoran's eyes glanced at Zhong Yan's simple stall. They all saw some unsavory items.
Broken first-level low-grade talismans, broken first-level low-grade magical instruments in two, and some so-called secret manuals that were about to be turned over.
All the things added together may not be worth a few spiritual stones.
"It turns out to be Zhong Daoyou..."
Ning Daoran saluted lightly and said: "Long time no see."
"It's Ning...Senior Ning..."
Zhong Yan showed a bitter smile.
"We haven't seen each other for so many years. How are you, Zhong Daoyou?"
After asking this question, Ning Daoran immediately regretted it and scolded himself in his heart for asking the question knowingly.
"As the seniors have seen, how can we talk about it?"
Zhong Yan was not too embarrassed or concerned, she wiped her dirty face, squeezed out a smile and said: "I... I rented a small piece of spiritual land outside Fang City to take care of it and make a living.
This is not the place to talk. Senior, are you willing to go to a humble house to get together? ”
Ning Daoran thought for a while, nodded and said: "In that case, Ning will do whatever you want."
……
On the outskirts of Fang City, there is a leaky house with tiles.
Zhong Yan's residence seemed extremely simple. After welcoming Ning Daoran and Da Ben Lu into the house, she made two cups of tea.
"Friend Zhongdao."
Ning Daoran looked at her aging appearance and hesitated to speak.
"Senior, there is no need to say anything."
The corners of Zhong Yan's lips twitched, and she said with a wry smile: "Back then, Xin Yan and I became Taoist couples and prayed for immortality together. Now when I look back, I only have endless emotion.
How difficult is it for us, people with inferior spiritual roots, to seek immortality?
After all the hardships in this life, what did you achieve in the end? ”
She smiled sadly and said: "Cultivation to immortality turned out to be just a big empty dream, but in the end it turned out to be so ridiculous."
Ning Daoran frowned and remained silent.
"Senior...fellow Daoist Ning..."
Zhong Yan said softly: "Xin Yan and I were actually very envious of you back then. You became a disciple of the sect at such a young age. Although your spiritual roots were not very good, you were determined in your Taoism.
It’s just that none of us ever thought that you could actually build the foundation in just twenty years... Such a blessing is really something that people like me can’t even dream of. ”
Her eyes were full of reverie, and she said: "The fairy road is ethereal. Xin Yan and I can only walk a short section. For more scenery in the distance, we can only ask fellow Taoist Ning to see it for us old friends... ”
Ning Daoran felt complicated and still did not speak.
"Fellow Taoist."
Zhong Yan said softly: "My tea... tastes bad. If there is nothing else, fellow Taoist, please do it."
"Yeah."
Ning Daoran stood up, turned around and left with Big Stupid Deer.
Zhong Yan didn't speak, but looked at Ning Daoran's back getting further and further away, her eyes filled with tears.
"Friend Zhongdao."
Ning Daoran suddenly turned around and said: "The two Lingnan demons who killed Daoist Fellow Xin back then are said to be entrenched in the Heifeng Village area now. Do Fellow Daoist still feel resentful about these two people?"
"Yes!"
Zhong Yan's eyes became slightly ferocious: "I can't wait to tear these two thieves into pieces!"
"In that case, leave it to Ning."
Ning Daoran nodded and turned around.
……
late at night.
Black Wind Village was ablaze.
After dawn.
When Zhong Yan opened the door, she found two bloody heads in front of the door.
These two are the heads of the two Lingnan demons!
These two people are both accomplished qi-refining cultivators, and are notorious in the qi-refining stage circles in the Huanglong Mountains.
However, these two brothers were extremely clever in their methods and had the best magical weapons to protect themselves. Therefore, the monks in the Qi Refining Stage only dared to be angry towards these two people but dared not speak out.
I even heard that the two demons from Lingnan went to Heifeng Village and took over the stronghold with ruthless means, claiming to be the master of Heifeng Village.
Originally, Zhong Yan thought that she would never have the chance to avenge Xin Yan in this life.
But he never thought that these two heads would be placed in front of him.
She naturally knew who had killed the two Lingnan demons.
For a moment, Zhong Yan slowly knelt down on the ground and looked up to the sky with tears in her eyes.
"Husband, have you seen it? Fellow Daoist Ning has avenged you!"
……
Among the clouds.
Ning Daoran looked at Zhong Yan crying below with a stern look.
"Old deer."
He frowned and said: "From now on, our cause and effect with fellow Taoist Zhong Yan have all disappeared."
"Ouch~~"
The big stupid deer bumped his shoulder with its head.
In fact, Ning Daoran didn't make a move at all when killing the two Lingnan demons. It was all done by the big stupid deer. After a few blasts of ice and flames, two heads flew into the air without any effort at all.
"Okay!"
Ning Daoran raised his sword eyebrows and said: "Go back to the mountain and continue practicing. There is no need to look back at the place where our old friends went. We still have a long way to cultivate immortality!"
(End of chapter)