Chapter 175 Chen Weimo, stand at attention!
"It turns out to be Mrs. Xingtong."
Ning Daoran stepped forward and clasped his fists, saying: "Long time no see."
“Long time no see indeed.”
Mrs. Xingtong covered her mouth and said with a smile: "I heard that since we were separated ten years ago, Taoist Ning has lived in seclusion on Qibi Peak to practice. He has not even gone down the mountain once in ten years."
"Yeah."
Ning Daoran said: "Once our immortal cultivators retreat, it is easy to forget the years. This is normal."
"Do you want to buy something when you go down the mountain this time? Do you have the blessing of being with me?"
She wants to take over Chen Ping'er's distinguished guests.
Ning Daoran saw through it and said nothing, and smiled calmly: "Ning wants to buy some talismans this time, and I hope my wife will lead the way."
"Okay, I will lead the way."
Soon after, some second-level talismans were added, and two third-level talismans were also bought at a high price.
Afterwards, Mrs. Xingtong expressed that she wanted to serve a cup of tea in the private room in the hope of being rewarded, and Ning Daoran nodded in agreement.
In the private room.
Several restrictions were raised one by one.
Mrs. Xingtong opened her red lips silently and said via voice transmission: "Fellow Daoist Ning, do you have something to ask me?"
"Not really."
Ning Daoran said: "Ten years ago, I traded the third-level True Feather from Xiyu Pavilion and returned to the sect. Only then did I hear about the drastic changes in Xiyu Pavilion. I did not expect that Jiuyun Sect would act so vigorously."
"Indeed."
Mrs. Xingtong smiled bitterly and said: "Not only you and I didn't think of it, but even my uncle didn't think of it either."
Ning Daoran thought of the grumpy Yanlong Zhenren, and could only say... If he is not very capable, he should not have such a big temper. If he has a gentler approach to life, he may not die based on his strength.
Even Master Jiuyun might win over Master Yanlong to become a guest elder in Jiuyun Sect.
"Ping'er was injured and left in a scuffle ten years ago, and her whereabouts have been unknown ever since."
Mrs. Xingtong looked sad and said: "It is said that a Jiuyun Sect foundation-building elder went after her at that time, and later disappeared. The Jiuyun Sect is extremely taboo about capturing Xiyu Pavilion, and I have not dared to do whatever I want for so many years. Ask around.”
"Everyone has his own destiny, or this is the destiny of fellow Daoist Chen."
Ning Daoran did not show any emotional fluctuations and said: "Isn't it the same with Madam, just like duckweed on the water, her fate is at the mercy of others?"
"Friend Daoist Ning, you..."
Mrs. Xingtong's eyes suddenly turned red. In all these years, no one had ever dared to say such a thing in front of her.
And these are not the roots of humiliation and forbearance deep in Mrs. Xingtong's heart.
"We, weak women, are not as good as those golden elixir masters, so what can we do if we are not at the mercy of others?"
Mrs. Xingtong laughed at herself: "As fellow Taoist said, this is fate."
Ning Daoran was speechless, so he clasped his fists and left.
By the window.
Mrs. Xingtong looked at Ning Daoran's back with her beautiful eyes, and hesitated several times.
……
A few months later.
In the cold winter, there is snow all over the sky.
Ning Daoran woke up from practice, and a transmission note flew into the underground secret room, coming from Chen Yuzhu.
Chen Yuzhu never disturbed his practice, so he must have something extremely important.
"Master."
In the living room, Chen Yuzhu and Qin Wenyao were both in tears.
"Master... Master, she left just now..."
"What?"
Ning Daoran's heart seemed to be pinched hard by something.
On this day, Chen Weimo passed away.
She is already one hundred and twenty-five years old, and after taking three first-level longevity pills according to the Qi refining period, she has indeed reached the age of sitting.
"Master."
Chen Yuzhu knelt on the ground and held a storage bag in his hand: "Master asked me to give these things to you before he died. She said...she said..."
"What did she say?"
Ning Daoran whispered: "Say her exact words."
"She said I was sorry for uncle. He spent so much effort on me, but I failed to build the foundation in the end. Instead, I wasted so many pills and spiritual stones...
She said that these are all the things she has saved over the years, and she can pay back as much as she can to her uncle. If it is not enough, she will continue to pay it back in her next life. This is what she owes her uncle. ”
"..."
Ning Daoran glanced at the storage bag with his spiritual consciousness. It contained more than 4,000 spiritual stones, plus a top-grade magic weapon and two medium-grade magic tools, both of which were given to her by Ning Daoran.
In addition, there is a white robe.
It is very common for immortal cultivators to wear robes, but Ning Daoran rarely wears white robes because he cannot bear to get dirty.
"Master."
Chen Yuzhu cried and said: "Master said that my uncle looked the most immortal when he wore a white robe, so before he died, he made a white robe with his own hands as a last gift to the young master."
"Stop talking..."
Ning Daoran turned around.
……
Chen Weimo's funeral was not a grand ceremony, but a group of people on Qibi Peak sent her off for the last time.
Under the mountain peak, in a small grave, the little girl from back then was buried.
Ning Daoran personally set up the tombstone.
A simple line: "Chen Weimo's tomb, Ning Daoran stands."
"Ouch~~~"
Beside, Bai Lu gently kissed Gong Ning Daoran.
The falling snow quickly covered the writing on the tombstone.
Ning Daoran had mixed feelings in his heart.
He strolled slowly to the end of the spiritual field, walked under the banyan tree wrapped in heavy snow, and stood next to the big stone slab.
It seems that the little girl can still be seen.
He patted the storage bag gently and took out the white robe that Chen Weimo had sewn for him before she died and put it on.
Heavy snow fell to the ground, and the golden embroidered texture on the shoulders of the white robe was quickly covered by the heavy snow. Ning Daoran looked at the open space in the distance, tears finally fell uncontrollably, and he shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Chen Weimo, stand at attention!"
Snowflakes are falling.
Just where the little girl stood, a breeze suddenly rose, slowly spinning the snowflakes.
“Yoyo~~~”
The white deer suddenly stood up, as if carrying a figure on its back, galloping back and forth on the edge of the field.
Amidst the falling snow, a girl's laughter sounded like a silver bell.
……
A few days later.
The living room of No. 77 Lingtian Courtyard.
Ning Daoran took out the storage bag left by Chen Weimo and handed it to Chen Yuzhu.
"Sir, what is this?"
"The spiritual stones and magic weapons left by your master will be handed over to you."
Ning Daoran said: "You are not young anymore. You have to plan for building the foundation. Although your master failed to build the foundation, I still hope that you can build the foundation. After all, the Baishajiang Chen family needs someone who can support it." People who can afford the table.”
"Yes, sir!"
Chen Yuzhu respectfully accepted it.
"From now on, you will be the steward of all the spiritual fields in Qibi Peak."
Ning Daoran continued: "Your master's previous work has been left to you, but I would like to remind you that you must not let secular affairs affect your practice. Your practice must not fall behind."
"Yes, sir, please rest assured, I know."
"That's good. Your qualifications are better than your master's, and your opportunities are greater. You must cherish them."
"Yes!"
After that, Chen Yuzhu began to serve as the steward of Qibifeng.
She was obedient and handed over the affairs to Qin Wenyao and Huang Yu, and put most of her energy into practice.
Chen Weimo is gone, and fewer and fewer people remember her.
Just like Lu Lao, Zhong Yan, Xin Yan, Qin Xiang, Huang Shan and others, there is no difference.
The only difference is probably that Chen Weimo can never be replaced in Ning Daoran's heart.
……
Time flies, and three years have passed in a hurry.
Ning Daoran also spent three years in seclusion to further consolidate the foundation of perfect foundation.
After leaving seclusion, he prepared to start making alchemy.
What is being refined is the third-level Yuan Sheng Dan and Dragon Transformation Pill.
Among them, the main medicine of the Sheng Yuan Dan is the 2,000-year-old Sheng Yuan flower, and its effect is the initial mana of Jin Jin Dan.
As for the Dragon Transformation Pill, the main ingredient is the three-thousand-year-old Dragon Transformation Grass, plus dozens of auxiliary ingredients. It is a level-breaking elixir in the middle stage of the Golden Pill.
Both of these elixirs are extremely rare and expensive because the age requirements for the elixir are extremely high.
But Ning Daoran has no worries about this. There are a large number of Shengyuan flowers and Hualong grass in Lingpu Cave, and the years are basically more than 8,000 years old.
Not only does it meet the requirements for alchemy, it is simply too much.
As usual, use a large amount of elixir to feed a third-level alchemist!
After all, Ning Daoran's talent in Dan Dao can only be regarded as quite satisfactory.
Generally speaking, people with such talent are not suitable for alchemy. No sect or immortal cultivating family can withstand such hardship.
The alchemists trained by the sect and family must be talented in alchemy. In this way, they can refine the most elixirs with the fewest raw materials to maximize profits.
It is obvious that people like Ning Daoran will be persuaded to quit after just a few furnaces of refining.
"Open the furnace to make alchemy!"
Ning Daoran shouted: "Old deer, protect me!"
"Ouch~~"
The big stupid deer stood up on its hind legs, folded its arms, sat on its spiritual weapon bench and guarded the door of the alchemy room.
In the alchemy room, it was like going through a battle.
"Boom boom boom~~~"
There were loud noises, which were the sounds of furnace explosions.
The big stupid deer listened with his ears bent, and he had blown up the furnace more than thirty times in a row!
As expected of a big brother, he is indomitable and this spirit is enough for him to learn for a lifetime!
After that, there were occasional successes.
But most of the refined elixirs are waste elixirs and defective products.
Ning Daoran knew that it was difficult to become a third-level alchemist, but he did not expect it to be so difficult.
Fortunately, his reserve of elixirs is really sufficient and can withstand such a squandering.
A full month later.
With more than ten furnaces of elixirs in succession, Ning Daoran knew everything, and began to continuously produce high-quality, high-grade Yuan Sheng Dan and Hua Long Dan.
‘I see…’
He frowned, thinking that the third-level alchemy technique was really that difficult. It turns out that as long as you do this, this, and this, the chances of making an elixir will naturally increase!
"Old deer, I'm done!"
He was overjoyed.
At this time, he was already a veritable third-level low-grade alchemist!
The requirement for refining the Falling Dust Pill is a third-level low-grade alchemist!
Ning Daoran doesn't ask for anything else, just that he can refine two pills of Luochen Pill.
One for myself and one for the old deer.
One person and one deer formed elixirs side by side. From then on, birds can fly in the sky and fish can leap in the sea. No one or anything in the world can stop him and the white deer from cultivating immortality and seeking immortality!
……
At this time, there was snow falling outside.
Two figures appeared on the path up the mountain. One was a thin old man wearing a gray robe, who was in the late stage of foundation building.
The other is a young man wearing a white robe, with a handsome appearance, who is actually in the middle stage of foundation building.
The young foundation builder frowned and said: "Uncle Chang, I heard that Han Bing's cousin was in the advanced stage of foundation establishment many years ago. Do you think she will agree to become a Taoist partner with me?"
(End of chapter)