Chapter 279 Ji Ning
Sword making shop, main hall.
A blacksmith who looked to be in his fifties and had a simple and honest face walked in. The moment he saw Ning Daoran, he suddenly trembled.
This person is exactly the same as the immortal scroll hanging in the main hall of his house!
"Plop!!"
The man immediately knelt down: "But...but Senior Ning?"
"You are?"
Ning Daoran looked familiar to this man.
"The junior's name is Sang Cheng, and he is now the shopkeeper of the sword-making shop. When my father Sang Ping'an was still alive, he often mentioned the senior's affairs to the junior. I didn't expect that the senior was really back!" He said excitedly.
Ning Daoran nodded slightly: "Sang Cheng, get up."
"Yes!"
Sang Cheng stood up quickly and said: "Senior Ning, this junior has ordered people to clean the house. Now that senior is back, he must stay in the sword making shop for a few more days."
He whispered: "Dad said that if senior comes back, he must stay with him, and he must learn some skills from senior even if he is shameless... Otherwise, with my ability, it will be really difficult to support this sword-making shop... …”
"Humph..."
Ning Daoran smiled calmly, "Sang Cheng, can you say this directly?"
Compared with his father, this boy is far behind in terms of human skills, but he has been able to support the sword-making shop for more than 20 years, which shows that he is not good at dealing with people. Sang Cheng must be quite good at sword-making. Not vulgar.
evening.
After the sun goes down, the backyard of the swordsmith shop starts to get busy.
Sang Cheng invited two cooks from the north and the south, set up two large pots in the backyard, and a group of apprentices brought charcoal, etc., and started cooking in the courtyard to entertain the distinguished guests.
In the smoke and fire, Ning Daoran squinted his eyes from a distance, but he actually enjoyed this mortal smoke.
"Ouch~~"
On the side, the big stupid deer barked, indicating if he needed to show off his unique skill of cooking and cooking?
"No, let them be busy, we are waiting to eat today."
Ning Daoran smiled and shook his head: "After you are done with your work, it will be time for you to show your skills."
In the evening, the Sword Making Shop hosted a banquet for distinguished guests in the backyard. Sang Cheng gathered all the sixteen stewards in the shop to accompany "Senior Ning" with drinks. Naturally, there were people on the table among them. One cup after another, Ning toasted. It doesn't matter to Daoran. The dignified ancestor of Jindan can even drink unlimited spiritual wine, let alone this kind of ordinary rice wine.
Late at night, after having enough wine and food, everyone dispersed one after another.
"Sang Cheng, come here."
In the main hall, Ning Daoran sat upright and said, "Is the paper figurine I gave to Sang Ping'an still there?"
"Here..."
Sang Cheng held out an extremely delicate brocade box, in which was placed a yellowed second-grade paper figurine.
This paper man is already forty years old, and the mana that Ning Daoran injected into it has long been lost. However, there are traces of burning and broken arms on the paper man. Not surprisingly, it is the result of experience. It was a battle of wits.
"Senior Ning..."
Sang Cheng said cautiously: "Back then, when I was only in my twenties, a group of strongmen came to the shop and tried to occupy the shop. It was this paper man who drove the strongmen away and saved the sword-making shop. But then the senior paper man turned into a paper man and never changed back..."
"Well, the mana has been exhausted."
Ning Daoran nodded and shattered the paper man into pieces with a flick.
Sang Cheng's eyes showed unbearability and distress.
Sang Ping'an and him had always regarded this paper figure as a tribute to their ancestor.
However, now that Ning Daoran is sitting in the hall with his senior at the top, these are all trivial matters.
"Come."
Ning Daoran took out two second-grade paper figurines from his arms and handed them to Sang Cheng, saying: "It's still the same old rule, keep these two paper figurines and never give them out unless absolutely necessary. In addition, remember, the two Ten years later, two paper figures will be released at the same time. After they complete a task, they will continue to keep them. As long as they don't mess with the golden elixir, these two paper figures should be able to protect the sword shop for a long time. "
An ordinary second-class paper man will completely exhaust the mana injected into it in about forty years without experiencing any fighting.
So, Ning Daoran thought of another way.
If two second-class paper figures are kept at the same time for twenty years, then only half of the mana will be left. If one of the paper figures is allowed to transfer mana to the other paper figure at this time, the second paper figure will have less mana. If it is full, it can last for another forty years. In this way, the two paper figures can last for up to sixty years!
Ning Daoran calls this method the "Paper Man Relay Method"!
When he came up with this idea, he was secretly happy for several days. He was really smart.
"Thank you, Senior Ning!!"
With trembling hands, Sang Cheng carefully took the paper figure and put it back into the brocade box.
"Sang Cheng."
Ning Daoran said: "Have you been promoted to a master craftsman? How is your practice of the wind and thunder hammer in the sword making shop?"
"I'm really ashamed..."
Sang Cheng said with great shame: "This junior has dull qualifications. Although he has been practicing the Wind and Thunder Hammer Technique for nearly fifty years, he has only achieved great success and has not reached perfection. Therefore, he has not been able to rank among the divine craftsmen."
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"That's it."
Ning Daoran nodded: "Old Lu, we are staying in the sword-making shop these days. Please give me some advice on Sang Cheng's hammering skills. I think there is no one more qualified than you."
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"Ouch~~~"
The big stupid deer raised its head and agreed.
Sang Cheng was overjoyed. He had long heard from his father that the spiritual beast White Deer next to Senior Ning had the appearance of a divine craftsman. Now that many years have passed, this white deer should have been promoted to a divine craftsman. If such a divine craftsman could teach him how to hammer, This is an opportunity that I can't even kneel down to ask for.
So, in the sword-making shop late at night, Sang Cheng, the shopkeeper, was wielding a hammer, while Bai Lu stood aside and pointed, with an expression that hated iron for not being able to become steel.
Ning Daoran once again lived a leisurely life, drinking tea under the jujube tree every day, but there was no one to play chess with anymore.
...A few days later, news came from Duckweed House that Chen Ping'er had exhausted her lifespan and passed away in her own small courtyard.
Ning Daoran and Da Benlu went to express their condolences.
Small courtyard, main hall.
"Senior Ning..."
Ji Ning put on a white dress, her eyes were slightly red, she bowed and bowed, and said softly: "Master has left, but there is a letter that I should give to my senior..."
"Okay."
Ning Daoran accepted the envelope and wrote "Ning Jun personally expresses his gratitude". The handwriting was so graceful that Ning Daoran suddenly felt as if he was from another world. In Huanglongfang City, Chen Ping'er also left many calligraphy treasures. Now this is the last time.
On the letterhead, there are lines of small characters across it.
Chen Ping'er didn't say much when she said goodbye. She mainly lamented that her life of cultivating immortals had too many ups and downs, she had experienced too many things, and she had so many trade-offs in her mind that she failed to grasp many things that should be grasped, leaving behind unforgettable regrets in her life.
She stated that the Duckweed House had been passed down to Ji Ning, but Ji Ning was extremely talented and should not be confined to this small Duckweed House.
Therefore, if Ning Daoran is interested, he can take Ji Ning with him and travel around the world with her, and he can also have someone by his side who can serve him.
She had already told Ji Ning about this matter, and Ji Ning's little girl Lan Zhi Huixin also agreed to Chen Ping'er's two arrangements.
So everything depends on Ning Daoran's will. If he is willing to take Ji Ning with him, he will take him with him. If he is not willing, Ji Ning will continue to stay and take charge of Duckweed Fang to find a way to form an elixir between the immortal family and the common people. Opportunity.
Until this moment, Ning Daoran suddenly understood something.
Why did Chen Ping'er dote on Ji Ning so much and pass everything on to Ji Ning? Firstly, Ji Ning's talent was really good, and secondly, Ji Ning's appearance was too similar to Chen Pinger's.
In fact, Chen Ping'er wanted to use Ji Ning to make up for her regrets. If Ning Daoran nodded, Ji Ning could follow him, or become Ning Daoran's Taoist companion, or even a concubine.
Ning Daoran frowned, Chen Pinger was really working hard.
But, is her love for him really that deep?
At this moment, he was also in a trance. He has been cultivating immortals for many years. The principle Ning Daoran has always adhered to is "immortals do not fall in love." What cultivators seek is a person who will live as long as heaven and earth. You have seen several statues of immortals with golden elixir or above. It is unreasonable to have a life-or-death relationship like in modern fairy tale dramas.
However, Ji Ning's foreshadowing... I can only say that Chen Ping'er is really quite powerful.
At this time, Ning Daoran, whether he wanted Ji Ning or not, had to take extra care of this junior.
"Senior..."
Ji Ning stood tall and graceful in front of Ning Daoran, biting her red lips, her pretty face slightly rosy. If Ning Daoran nodded at this time, she would be the person of this great monk in the middle stage of the golden elixir. Apart from anything else, the elixir-forming The cost should be quite high.
When Chen Ping'er was alive, her evaluation of Ning Daoran was not generally high, far better than the ordinary golden elixir!
"Ji Ning."
Ning Daoran frowned slightly: "I know Ping'er is working hard, but Ning is absolutely not allowed to do this. If he does it, he will be sorry for Ping'er's love for hundreds of years. You are Ping'er's closed disciple. , Ning will naturally take care of me, don’t worry about this.”
"Senior, Ning'er doesn't mean this..."
Ji Ning bit her red lips, looking a little anxious.
"It doesn't matter."
Ning Daoran waved his hand and said: "Ping'er has been a good friend of mine for many years. Although we have not been able to share the same bed, I still have a good impression of Ping'er, so you are her disciple, so Even if I am half a disciple of Ning Daoran.”
"Yes, senior..."
Ji Ning was a little uneasy.
"You are now in the early stage of foundation building, and you still need to focus more on your cultivation and leave the worldly affairs of Duckweed House to someone you trust. This matter is also one of the important factors why Ping'er failed to successfully form the elixir. You must take this as a warning.”
"Yes!"
Ji Ning nodded vigorously: "Ning'er understands."
Ning Daoran patted the storage bag, and several jade bottles flew out one by one, all of which he had prepared in advance.
"You can take one pill to keep your skin looking good."
"Yes!"
Ji Ning showed a happy expression.
"I have left you two hundred pills of the Guiyuan Pill to improve your magic power during the foundation building stage. If you practice diligently, you should be able to sustain it until the day when the pill is formed. In addition, the Snow Ji Grass and Snow Toad Pill needed to build the foundation to break the stage. , I gave them a few pills each. As for the pill-forming holy medicine, Luochen Pill, you will have to obtain it yourself in the future.”
"Yes!"
Ji Ning pursed her red lips and nodded slightly.
Ning Daoran once again took out two top-quality spiritual weapons and handed them to Ji Ning. In fact, they were treasures from the storage bag of the ancestor of the Xu family. They just borrowed flowers to offer to the Buddha. There was even a Luochen Pill, but they were defective. There was no need to take them. After she came out, Ji Ning still had to do some things by herself. If her master could make up a dust-falling pill, it was natural for her to be able to do it.
After that, Ning Daoran took out a set of formation flags and formation disks and handed them to the opponent, saying: "The thunder formation of the heavens, a second-level high-grade killing formation, can be used to kill the enemy when necessary, but as a business owner, you can Immortal cultivators should value harmony and don’t use this thing if you can’t use it.”
"Thank you, senior..."
Ji Ning's heart was full of rage.
……
Early next morning.
The drizzle fell one after another, and one person and one deer left Fanshu City.
Ji Ning's escape light was sent far away. When she could no longer see Ning Daoran's figure through the drizzle, she suddenly felt lonely in her heart. At this moment, she finally understood why the master would never forget this man.
……
A few days later, in the Huanglong Mountains, the Chaos Sect.
The entire sect's mountains were shrouded in a continuous spring rain. Ning Daoran stepped on the clouds and looked down at the once-familiar peaks. His mood was extremely complicated, and he suddenly felt a little afraid to step into this familiar homeland.
(End of chapter)