Chapter 212: Louder, you can’t hear me!
Swordsmith's shop.
Sang Pingan still had a piece of black mourning cloth tied around his arm.
He is one of Ou Yeping's descendants, and it is said that he should be called Ou Yeping's seventh uncle.
Although Ning Daoran was a little confused about how two people separated by more than a hundred years could determine the seniority of a seventh uncle and grandfather, there were all kinds of strange things in the world, and there was no need to understand them all.
"Sang Ping'an."
Ning Daoran pointed to the wooden box on the table and said: "Bai Lu and I are both cultivators of immortality. We will not be greedy for wealth in the world, nor will we stay in Fan Book City for too long, but the old man will cast a The sword shop is left to me, so I still hope that the sword shop can continue to thrive
The shopkeeper's brand and the property deed of the sword-making shop are all in the box. I plan to let you be the shopkeeper of the sword-making shop from today on. What do you think? ”
"Huh?"
Sang Ping'an was slightly startled: "I...I...Senior Ning, the shopkeeper of the sword-making shop, must be a sword-making master with profound hammering skills, but I...my hammering skills are mediocre, but my marksmanship is mediocre. Remarkable..."
"You are wrong. In fact, your marksmanship is mediocre."
Sang Pingan's face turned red.
"However, the owner of a sword-making shop does not necessarily have to be a famous craftsman or a master craftsman. In my opinion, the more important thing is to be able to run the sword-making shop well, to retain people's hearts, and to make the existing sword-making masters willing to He stayed to work for the sword-making shop.”
Ning Daoran narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "In this aspect, I think you are still very talented. Therefore, you are more suitable to be the shopkeeper of the sword making shop than me. Moreover, the old man is your elder and will pass the sword making shop on to you." You make sense too.”
"Yes!"
Sang Pingan immediately knelt down: "The juniors will never let down the expectations of the seniors."
"Okay."
Ning Daoran took out a specially refined second-grade paper figurine from his arms and said, "Keep this paper figurine. Remember, you cannot open it until the moment of life or death."
"Yes!"
Sang Ping'an caught the paper man with both hands and said: "Senior, this paper man..."
"When you or the swordsmith shop are in a life-or-death crisis, inject a mana into this paper man, and it will protect you. But you don't have to rely too much on him. This paper man probably has the power of the early stage of foundation building. The combat power is only effective for a short period of thirty years, so the future of the sword making shop still depends on how you, Sang Ping'an, strategize and control the overall situation."
The mana refined in the second-grade paper figurine will almost disappear after thirty years, so there is such a thing as an "expiry date".
"Thank you, senior!"
Sang Pingan nodded. When he obtained the status of shopkeeper, the charm in his eyes had changed.
……
A few months later, the new year is approaching.
Ning Daoran planned to celebrate the New Year and leave Fanshu City with Laolu when spring comes.
Next stop, Yizhou Bailong Fairy City.
Next to the White Dragon Fairy City, there is a huge inland sea called Tianluo Sea. Tianluo Sea produces a kind of spiritual fish called "Golden Dragon Spirit Carp". Once the Golden Dragon Spirit Carp reaches a certain age, it can be used as medicine for true blood pills!
Daoran has been coveting the True Blood Pill for a long time. Currently, the Big Stupid Deer, Little Heizi, and Blue Water Turtle all need the True Blood Pill. Even if there is a surplus, even the fire-eating ants can swallow the True Blood Pill. Accelerate your progress!
A few days later, the sound of firecrackers broke out in the city.
Swordsmith's shop.
Ning Daoran sat in the house with sleeves covered with snow falling outside, saying: "The sound of firecrackers bid farewell to the old year, and the chrysanthemums bloom to welcome the new year..."
"Ouch~~~"
On the side, Big Benlu narrowed his eyes. The eldest brother was well-educated and spoke well.
"Friend Dao Ning."
At this time, a fairy wearing a white robe appeared in the yard. It was Chen Ping'er. She was holding an umbrella and standing in the snow, which once again made Ning Daoran feel like she had been there for thousands of years.
This girl Chen Ping'er... is too enchanting and can easily confuse the Taoist mind. She must leave quickly!
"Fellow Daoist Chen."
Ning Daoran smiled and said: "Is something wrong?"
"If something happens, it's okay."
Chen Ping'er smiled and said: "I just thought that fellow Taoist Ning has no relatives in Fanshu City, and I also have no relatives in Fanshu City. On New Year's Eve this year, why don't you come to my Duckweed House and Ping'er burn a few coins for you?" What do you think of this specialty side dish?”
"Okay."
Ning Daoran said: "But I have to take Laolu with me."
"That's natural!"
……
Duckweed Square.
On New Year's Eve, if there is no business open, there will be no business today.
The backyard of the square.
Chen Ping'er took off her fairy dress, put on an apron, and washed her hands to make soup.
Ning Daoran and Da Ben Lu are both very good at cooking, and there are many such things in Lingpu Cave.
So...
Dabenlu made a pot of dumplings with his hands.
Ning Daoran made a temporary hot pot, picked seasonal vegetables directly from the Lingpu cave, and slaughtered a spiritual sheep.
Not long after, in a private room in Duckweed Square.
It's snowing heavily outside, but inside I'm eating dumplings and cooking mutton hotpot.
"This is what I have been doing all these years..."
After drinking a few glasses of spirit wine, Chen Ping'er was slightly tipsy, her pretty face flushed: "This is the most comfortable year I have lived in these years. Fellow Daoist Ning, I really hope you will be here every year."
"What a pity."
Ning Daoran said with a smile: "Lao Lu and I will leave Fanshu City in the beginning of spring and continue to travel our rivers and lakes... Fellow Daoist Chen, this is probably the last meal we have together before we leave."
"That's it..."
A trace of disappointment flashed in Chen Ping'er's eyes, and she immediately smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, then I wish fellow Taoist Ningying Ningying and attain the enlightenment soon!"
"Thank you."
Soon after, night fell. Red lights went up in the city, especially the brothel on the opposite street, which was still open for business.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, Ning Daoran smelled a smell of blood, so he spread his consciousness and found that a man in the brothel was going crazy and stripped two brothel women naked. There were two headless corpses at his feet.
It's Mo Xinglie again!
This man was extremely drunk, his eyes were blood-red, and he was going crazy. None of the attendants around him could stop him.
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen brothel girls turned into corpses.
"It's really no fun!"
Mo Xinglie walked out of the second floor of the brothel through the air and threw a naked brothel woman in his arms into the building. He licked the blood on the corner of his mouth and sneered: "A group of cheap maids, it is not a pity to die!"
Mo Xinglie is really arrogant when he kills people on New Year's Eve!
"Friend Dao Ning."
Chen Ping'er frowned slightly and said through the message: "I heard that Mo Xinglie has practiced a secret technique to strengthen the soul, called the method of taking the mind. However, this method has great side effects and will change the cultivator's mind. Mo Xinglie's character was probably affected by this method and became so cruel and cruel
And the reason why he practices the Soul-Taking Technique is actually under Mo Yunting's instructions, in order to strengthen his soul, in order to perfect the Yunlei Zhenjue, the secret skill of the Divine Weapon Sect. This is why Mo Yunting has been indulging Mo Xing. violent reasons. ”
"Yeah."
Ning Daoran nodded, his overall impression of the Divine Weapon Sect was not very good.
The layout is too small to comment.
"Huh?"
In the wind and snow, Mo Xinglie was holding a wine pot in one hand and a long sword in the other. He glanced at her and said with a smile: "Isn't this Fairy Chen from Duckweed House? Fairy, come and have a drink with me, young master."
"Mr. Mo, you are drunk."
Chen Ping'er stood up, bowed and saluted, and said with a smile: "You servants, why don't you help Master Mo return to the sect quickly? Today is New Year's Eve, and it's time for family reunions."
"Yes, yes!"
Several attendants said in succession: "Young master, come back to the sect. It's getting late. If you don't go back today, the sect master will definitely be angry."
"The old guy gets angry when he gets angry. Why are you afraid of what he will do?"
Mo Xinglie's eyes were still looking straight at Chen Ping'er, and he said with a smile: "I have played with countless women, but I have never tasted a beauty like Fairy Chen. Fairy Chen... why don't you just follow me?" , be my young master’s concubine, don’t worry, I will never treat you badly.”
"Master Mo is joking, how can a little girl have such a blessing?"
"Bastard!"
Mo Xinglie's expression immediately changed, and he said with a sinister look: "You are so fucking shameless, do you think you are some kind of chaste and martyr woman? You don't even think about how you opened this duckweed shop. If you didn't recommend yourself in the first place, How come Zhenxi has a place in Fan Book City? Now he is pretending to be with me!”
His eyes were stern: "Today, you must warm my bed, or you will end up like those cheap maids!"
Chen Ping'er's face was ashen.
"Alas..."
Ning Daoran sighed: "Originally, I didn't want to provoke this cause and effect, but I bumped into it myself. It seems that I can only do justice for heaven today!"
After saying that, he stood up majestically and said: "Mo Xinglie, if you can survive three punches from me, I will let you live!"
"What?!"
Mo Xinglie couldn't help but laugh out loud, plucked his ears and asked: "Who are you? How dare you say such a thing to me, a waste in the early stages of foundation building in a sword-making shop? Three punches, so what if I take you thirty punches? What can you do to me?”
……
"Friend Daoist Ning..."
Chen Ping'er gritted her teeth, shook her head slowly, and said through a message: "You cannot offend this person... Behind him is the huge Red Leaf Valley Divine Weapon Sect..."
"It's okay."
Ning Daoran has made a full assessment. If Mo Yunting wants to avenge this son of a bitch, he doesn't mind saving Mo Yunting together. What kind of leader of the Divine Weapon Sect is just a piece of stinky shit!
In the face of this kind of sect, we should not be benevolent, righteous and moral, we should be happy and happy!
Destroy his monastery, destroy his orthodoxy, cut off his inheritance, steal his treasures, destroy his entire clan, and seize his master’s wife, senior sisters and junior sisters!
"Buzz!"
In an instant, Ning Daoran disappeared from the second floor of Duckweed House. The moment he appeared, he was ten meters in the air. A punch that broke through the wind and thunder fell from the sky, carrying countless snowflakes flying!
"You..."
Mo Xinglie was shocked and turned pale, and hurriedly raised his arms to block!
"Peng!"
With a loud noise, the body of the young master of the Divine Weapon Sect fell into the ground several meters deep in the broken street. His arms were instantly broken. The strength of the opponent was far beyond what he, who was in the late stage of foundation building, could match!
"You..."
Mo Xinglie's pupils shrank violently: "Golden elixir?!"
Ning Daoran's second punch fell from the sky!
Now that he has taken action, he has no intention of leaving any room for punishment. The four words "slight punishment" have been completely deleted from the dictionary since he formed the elixir.
"Boom——"
The earth suddenly sank, snowflakes rose all over the sky, and the world seemed to have stopped because of this punch.
In a deep pit of at least ten meters, Mo Xinglie's face was severely deformed. With just two punches, he almost died on the spot.
"What did you just say?"
Ning Daoran fell down, stepped on Mo Xinglie's chest, and asked in his ear: "You just asked me what I can do to you? What about now, am I capable of doing anything to you?"
"Senior...Senior Ning..."
Mo Xinglie sprayed blood foam from his mouth and said indistinctly: "Junior realizes my mistake... Please let me live, senior..."
"Louder, you can't hear me!"
Ning Daoran's third punch fell.
"Peng!"
The head exploded and turned into red and white liquid all over the ground.
(End of chapter)