Chapter 193 Goodbye Chen Pinger
"It?"
Ou Yeping looked serious: "Boy, are you sure this deer can learn the hammering technique?"
"Definitely and definitely!"
Ning Daoran saw that the old man's eyes were still suspicious, and said: "Old man, if you accept Lao Lu as a closed disciple, I can guarantee that you will not regret it. It must be the most talented one that the old man has ever accepted in his life." Disciple.”
A golden elixir spirit beast has the bloodline of a five-color deer. How can it not be very talented? !
"Boy, don't blow God's ass off by bragging!" Ou Yeping laughed.
"Ahem..."
Ning Daoran finally understood why this old man, who was nearly two hundred years old, was only in the middle stage of foundation building. He disrespected the heaven!
"Don't worry, old man, Lao Lu's talent will never let you down."
"Humph~~"
Ou Yeping smiled lightly, turned around and picked up a handful of hammers from the pile, and said: "You guys can stay in the guest room in the backyard today, Sang Ping'an, get them twenty kilograms of pig iron, and be the best in the wind and thunder hammer technique."
If this deer can beat twenty pounds of pig iron into mature iron within three days, I will accept it as a closed disciple. If you can't win, then I'm sorry, my sword-making shop doesn't support idlers. ”
"Thank you, old man!"
Ning Daoran cupped his fists to thank him.
Ou Yeping smiled calmly, turned around and left.
……
It's night.
Ning Daoran did not go to the guest room to rest, but was beside the blacksmithing table while Dabenlu was blacksmithing.
Da Stupid Deer is already familiar with the first-level mental technique of the Wind and Thunder Hammer Technique.
It snorted heavily and stood up on its two hind legs. Its two front legs were covered with sinew meat. One of its deer hoofs was shining brightly, and it could hold the handle of the hammer easily.
"Dang!"
When the first hammer fell, the pig iron immediately buzzed and echoed continuously.
In the distance, Sang Ping'an, who acted as the shopkeeper's ears and ears, couldn't help but be stunned and muttered secretly: "No way, the first blow was so fast and accurate... Is this deer really so amazing?"
Soon, the big stupid deer hammered down one after another, making a clanging sound that kept deforming a large piece of red raw iron.
During the continuous deformation, the carbon elements in the pig iron continued to splash out, making the remaining iron elements more pure.
Ning Daoran looked around frantically with his golden elixir consciousness, feeling that although blacksmithing was simple, it was actually all knowledge.
After midnight.
When the big stupid deer swung the hammer again, the arcs of lifting and lowering the hammer were extremely capable, and the hammering method became more and more smooth. Soon, a lot of wrought iron was hammered out.
As a result, by the afternoon of the second day alone, twenty kilograms of pig iron had turned into about ten kilograms of wrought iron!
Ou Yeping was shocked.
He weighed the wrought iron that had melted into a large piece, frowned and asked, "Is this piece of wrought iron really hammered by that deer?"
"Seven...oh no, shopkeeper, this is absolutely true!"
Sang Ping'an rubbed the dark circles under his eyes and said: "I haven't slept all night and have been staring at it until now. The White Deer's Hammer Technique has been practiced quite smoothly. I feel... that it should have completely mastered the first level of the Wind and Thunder Hammer Technique. ”
"So fast?"
Ouyang Ping was shocked: "Is it true, as Ning Xiaozi said, that this spiritual deer is really talented!?"
"I think it is indeed true."
"In that case, let's accept a disciple!"
Ou Yeping is also an old Zhuji with a straightforward personality. After pushing the door open, he said: "Boss Ning, I'm not a man who doesn't keep his word. This White Deer... I will accept him as my disciple, and will give him the complete Wind and Thunder Hammer." The Dharma is taught to it, and as long as it is diligent enough, it can learn what I have learned throughout my life.”
"Thank you, old man!"
Ning Daoran immediately gave Big Stupid Deer a kick: "Why are you still standing there in a daze? Kneel down and become your disciple!"
"Ouch~~"
The big stupid deer hurriedly prostrated himself on the ground and nodded towards the old man, which was regarded as kowtow.
For a moment, the old man laughed heartily: "Okay, okay, it's rare for me to accept this closed disciple today and prepare wine and food. I won't come home until I'm drunk tonight!"
Ning Daoran's eyes lit up, this old man's temper, temperament, and appetite!
It's night.
Ning Daoran took a lot of spiritual wine from Lingpu Cave, and the old man became very drunk.
The next day, Dabenlu officially began to learn skills from his master.
In the blacksmith shop, when the old man hits a hammer, the big stupid deer will follow suit. He learns it carefully, from strength to speed to technique.
……
Ning Daoran had some free time and walked around the yard. When he was really bored, he picked up a short stick used by apprentices for practice and performed a set of silver dragon spear skills.
Suddenly, Sang Ping'an's eyes widened.
"Senior Ning, this stick technique of yours..."
"This is marksmanship."
Ning Daoran glanced at him: "You want to learn? I'll teach you..."
"Ah?!"
Sang Ping'an was about to kneel down and become his disciple.
"Don't kneel."
Ning Daoran used a magic power to hold up the opponent and said: "I can teach you the stick method, but... I have no intention of accepting a disciple. Just based on your qualifications, to be honest, you are not qualified to be my apprentice..."
"Ahem..."
Sang Ping'an was a little embarrassed: "Senior said it is true, I am indeed dull in qualifications, otherwise... I, Sang Ping'an, had already learned the wind and thunder hammer technique from the old shopkeeper, and maybe I could become a master swordsmith in the sword-smithing shop. ”
"Oh?"
Ning Daoran was a little confused: "Since your qualifications are so dull, why did the old man let you stay in the sword-making shop and hold such an extremely important stewardship position?"
"Shh..."
Sang Ping'an lowered his voice and said, "Senior, don't tell anyone. In fact, the old shopkeeper and I are related. He is my seventh uncle from my hometown..." Ning Daoran was shocked, it turned out to be so.
He patted his storage bag lightly, took out a simple sheet of silver dragon marksmanship, and said: "This is the marksmanship and mental skills. I don't ask you to become a disciple. From now on, Lao Lu and I will live here. Please take care of us more, Mr. Sang." That’s it.”
"This is as it should be!"
Sang Ping'an accepted the marksmanship map, and after a few glances, he showed a look of admiration.
"Don't rush to practice yet."
Ning Daoran sat in the recliner and asked about the situation in Fanshu City in detail. Na Sang Ping'an talked endlessly and talked about everything he knew, which saved a lot of things.
Fanshu City is a border town where immortal cultivators and warriors gather.
Because it is adjacent to the Shenbing Sect, a first-rate sect, the business is extremely prosperous. There is a duckweed shop in the city, which does a lot of business. In addition, there is a black market that sells all kinds of shady treasures and demon meat.
All in all, the positioning of Fanshu City is a bit like the "Huanglongfang City" of Shenbing Sect.
However, Fanshu City belongs to the imperial court and does not belong to the Shenbing Sect. It is self-contained and does not completely depend on the Shenbing Sect.
……
After listening for a long time.
Ning Daoran stood up, dusted off his green shirt, and said with a smile: "Since I have nothing to do, how about asking Manager Sang to lead the way and come with me to Duckweed House?"
“Excellent!”
Sang Ping'an looked happy: "It is Sang's honor to lead the way for Senior Ning!"
Although he is a steward in the sword-making shop, there are eight stewards in such a large sword-making shop, four stewards in the front yard and four stewards in the backyard. Among them, the stewards in the backyard lead more talented disciples, so The status is higher.
Sang Pingan is a front yard steward, and the more sophisticated weapons in the sword making shop come from the backyard.
Therefore, his front yard manager not only has little power, but also can't make much money. He is like an old man who enjoys food at will because of his relatives.
Therefore, if he can climb up to Ning Daoran, the foundation-building master, Sang Ping'an's status in the sword-making shop will naturally skyrocket!
After all, Ning Daoran lives in the sword-making shop, and he is also a foundation-building monk. His status is quite high, even second only to the old man.
The old man usually ignored Sang Pingan, so Sang Pingan could only find another way and hug Ning Daoran tightly.
On the street, people come and go.
Ning Daoran followed Sang Ping'an through the streets and alleys, and finally came to a huge city.
The facade of this market is extraordinary. It is inlaid with the three characters "Duckweed Fang" in indigo. These characters seem to be made of spiritual gems and are extremely luxurious.
There are three floors in the square, and the area inside is not generally large.
Sang Ping'an is a local snake and is very familiar with this place, leading Ning Daoran around.
"Senior Ning, the first floor generally doesn't sell anything good, it's all spiritual rice, magic weapons, low-level materials and the like."
"The second floor sells talismans and materials. It is said that even third-level talismans are sold."
"The backstage of Duckweed House... I heard that it has something to do with the imperial court, and the products sold on the third floor are all treasures such as spiritual weapons, high-grade materials, and elixirs."
……
Ning Daoran nodded.
The scale and layout of this duckweed shop actually gave him a very familiar feeling.
"Friend Daoist Ning?"
But at this moment, a familiar voice came from behind.
"..."
Ning Daoran was stunned for a moment, this voice...he remembered it.
When he turned around, he felt as if he had seen him for eternity.
A stunningly beautiful woman in a white dress was standing not far away. She had a pretty face carved with pink and jade, without a single flaw. Her figure was tall and slender, and she exuded a foundation-building aura. She was no different from the fairies who practiced in the mountains.
"Chen...Chen Ping'er?"
Ning Daoran was stunned.
"It's really you, Fellow Daoist Ning..."
Chen Ping'er's beautiful eyes instantly turned red and filled with tears.
If there weren't so many people here, she might have jumped into Ning Daoran's arms.
……
Duckweed Square, elegant room.
Chen Ping'er raised her hand and placed several restrictions.
As usual, Ning Daoran added a few formation restrictions.
"Sixteen years have passed since we said goodbye to Xiyu Pavilion."
Chen Ping'er's eyes were slightly red: "I didn't expect that I would be able to see you again in Fan Book City... I'm really... a little happy..."
"Indeed, it has been too long to say goodbye to Xiyu Pavilion."
Ning Daoran said: "At the beginning, Daoyou Chen's whereabouts were unknown. I thought you had been killed by the Jiuyun Sect monks, but I didn't expect that you would meet again here. At that time... what happened?"
"It's hard to put it into words."
Chen Ping'er smiled bitterly: "In the battle of Jiuyun Sect's attack on Xiyu Pavilion, Fairy Yunlan and Mu Xue teamed up to block Jindan Daxiu, which gave me a chance to escape. Later, Xiyu Pavilion was captured and I was seriously injured. He returned home, but eventually ended up living here, built the next duckweed shop, and has been operating it to this day..."
Ning Daoran didn't ask about the capital. It wouldn't be good if... it would ruin the scenery.
"Friend Daoist Ning, how did you come to Fanshu City?"
"I have quit the Chaos Sect and traveled around the world with Lao Lu. I just happened to wander here and will probably stay for a while."
"So good."
Chen Ping'er's eyes lit up, and Li Duo smiled slightly and said: "With Taoist friends by my side, I am no longer lonely in this Book City!"
(End of chapter)