Chapter 287 Chen Xiyao
After thinking about it, Ning Daoran finally left four first-class paper figures and handed them to Han Bing.
Now that he is in the middle stage of the Golden Core, the strength of his soul has greatly increased. He can maintain about twenty first-class paper figurines. It doesn't matter if he leaves four, but he can't have more. Any more will easily affect his future travels. After all, Ning Daoran's mortal enemies are not weak, they are often the golden elixir empress Daxiu, and even the mortal enemies of the Nascent Soul stage.
As for the formation, Ning Daoran left a ready-made White Feather Sound Formation to Han Bing.
He planned to refine another White Feather Flowing Sound Array, and use the colorful peacock's fourth-order low-grade real feather at the center of the formation to suppress it. In this way, the newly refined White Feather Flowing Sound Array would basically start from the third-order high-grade. The defense effect will be stronger!
"Senior brother."
Han Bing pursed her red lips: "When will senior brother leave again?"
"Leave in a moment."
Ning Daoran glanced at the sky outside and said: "I plan to take Lao Lu back to Longxiang Village to see the changes in the village over the years. People always have to remember where they came from."
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"Yeah."
Han Bing smiled and nodded.
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In the afternoon, Qibi Peak.
Ning Daoran might take a long time to come back after leaving, so he said hello to everyone.
Chen Yuzhu's face was full of reluctance, and she couldn't wait to hold his hand and not let go.
"Grandpa, are you going back to the village?" Zhou Qingshan asked.
"Exactly."
Ning Daoran said: "I haven't been back to the village for many years. I plan to go back. It is always appropriate to put incense sticks and burn some paper money for the little iron pillars and little lotus flowers. Besides, Lao Lu is also homesick."
"How about I accompany my grandfather back to the village?" Zhou Qingshan said.
"No need."
Ning Daoran shook his head: "You have a lot of affairs at Zhenyang Peak. As an elder, you should be more diligent. Lao Lu and I may not go back to the sect after we go to the village, so there is no need for you to follow."< br>
"Yes."
Zhou Qingshan nodded thoughtfully.
……
In the evening, Ning Daoran and Bai Lu Teng left the Chaos Sect in the clouds and headed for Longxiang Village.
The golden elixir escaped very fast, and before the sun had completely set, one person and one deer had already arrived at the small village.
Viewed from the air, Longxiang Village is only the size of a sesame seed, which is impressive.
"Old Lu, go and pay homage to Little Lotus and the others first."
"Ouch~~"
One man and one deer rushed towards the hillside outside the village.
Not long after, standing in front of Xiao Hehua's tomb, it seemed that the tomb had just been cleaned, and there were not many weeds. The moss, bird droppings, etc. on the tombstone had also been cleaned up, and even the writing had been wiped.
Ning Daoran couldn't help but smile.
The descendants of the Chen family are really good. Even after so many years after Xiao Hehua's death, someone still took care of her tomb.
So, the incense table was set up and the paper money was burned.
"Little Lotus, Lao Lu and I are back to see you."
He knelt in front of the tomb, and the voice and smile of the little lotus in the past could still be seen in his mind. The little lotus when he was a child, and the brave and brave woman in green shirt who grew up. All these images have long been imprinted on Ning Dao. Ran's memory.
Golden elixir monk, having too good a memory is also a kind of pain!
"Ouch~~"
Beside, the big stupid deer burned paper for the little lotus with its hoof, chatting and eating at the same time.
In fact, if Ning Daoran really wanted to see Little Lotus again, he could gather the remaining soul of Little Lotus here with the soul-searching technique of returning to nature, but it seemed that this was not necessary.
If so, the remnant soul of the little lotus will disappear faster.
"I am now in the middle stage of the Golden Elixir, and Lao Lu is in the early stage of the Golden Elixir."
Ning Daoran burned the paper and said with a smile: "You may not understand, but in short, it is already quite powerful. Looking at the entire world of immortality, there are not many people who can make us escape."
"Ouch~~~"
The big stupid deer echoed, saying that we are terrifyingly strong now!
As night fell, there was silence on the hillside.
"Okay, you will sleep here. Lao Lu and I will go and pay homage to your mother, as well as the old village chief and Xiao Tiezhu."
Ning Daoran carried the bamboo basket filled with sacrifices and left with the big stupid deer.
Around the tomb, wisps of gray mist surged, condensing into a tall and straight figure of a female warrior. Looking at Ning Daoran's back, she was already in tears: "Brother Ning..."
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The other side of the hillside.
The White Widow's tomb was also clean and tidy. However, when Ning Daoran and Da Benlu came to the tombs of the old village chief and Xiao Tiezhu, they found that the scene was different.
Obviously the Zhou family's prestige and power in Longxiang Village are far greater than that of the Chen family, but the tombs of the old village chief and even Xiao Tiezhu are covered with weeds. It seems that no one has cleaned them for a long time. Even the graves buried in the pit in front of the tombstones are covered with grass. There are ashes from many years ago. Not only has no one cleaned it, but no one has even worshiped it for a long time.
Ning Daoran frowned, took out two spiritual hoes from the storage bag, and carefully cleaned the tombs of the old village chief and Xiao Tiezhu with Da Ben Lu Zai.
After the worship was over, several fireworks bloomed in the sky in the direction of the village. From a distance, the firework was glowing and extremely lively, as if there was a performance.
Ning Daoran slapped his head, yes, today is Jingzhe. According to the rules of Longxiang Village, in order to pray for good weather, there will usually be a troupe in the village on the day of the Jingzhe, or jugglers and other jugglers will be invited to perform.
When he was a child, Ning Daoran never missed the Waking of Insects every year. Anyway, he would sit in the front row early with a small stool.
"Old deer, do you want to join in the fun?"
Ning Daoran smiled and said: "Not only will there be juggling performances, but there may also be candied haws."
"Ouch?"
The big stupid deer’s eyes are shining. If there are candied haws, you definitely can’t miss it!
So, one person and one deer went to the village.
Ning Daoran was still wearing a green shirt, while the big stupid deer covered up the light of the holy beast and transformed into a very inconspicuous deer covered in gray. It looked no different from the ones carried by people in the world. .
The village was extremely lively, and there was a shadow puppet show on the stage in the middle of the courtyard.
A group of children took small stools and sat down in the front row early, while a group of adults gathered around the back row, eating melon seeds and chatting, waiting for the shadow puppet show to begin.
At the gate of the compound, someone was collecting admission fees.
"Watch the shadow puppet show, one ticket costs one copper!" A lean man shouted loudly: "It's about to start. If you don't enter, it will be too late~~"
Isn't Ning Daoran the kind of person who pays money to watch a movie? He and Lao Lu jumped up and lay on the wall to watch the movie for free.
Soon after, the performance of the shadow puppet show began. It was based on a script of cultivating immortality called "The Legend of Heroes Cultivating Immortality" that had been circulated for many years in the Xia Kingdom. It told the story of a monk from a sect named Song who was forced to go to Tiannan Mountain to fall into the grass. In addition, in The fallen grass in Tiannan Mountain is still there There are Baodan warriors surnamed Lin in the capital of Zhongzhou, who are known as the instructors of the 800,000 forbidden troops, and a great monk who has repeatedly made military exploits in border battles and is nicknamed "Iron Suan Ni". This group of people has gathered a total of 108 great monks. , Wuxian, against the imperial court.
The imperial court repeatedly sent great monks to Tiannan Mountain to exterminate them, but failed miserably. Finally, the emperor was forced to issue a self-incriminating edict, saying that he wanted Zhao'an to pardon everyone. In the end, more than a hundred monks from Tiannan Mountain reconciled with the imperial court, and then they worked together in the 60s. Years ago, he went to the border battle with the Sangyu Kingdom and fought bloody battles. Everyone died in the battle, so the imperial court sent someone to write this script to praise those people.
Ning Daoran scratched his head, feeling like he had seen this script somewhere.
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Late at night, the shadow puppet show ended and all the theatergoers dispersed.
It was only then that Ning Daoran saw a group of actors behind the scenes of the shadow puppet show, and among them was a girl in a green skirt, holding a paper cut for the shadow puppet show in her hand, with a look of fatigue on her face, and a middle-aged man. Said: "Master, since the performance is over, I will go home first."
"Okay."
The class leader smiled and said: "It's your turn to perform in Longxiang Village, so you can go home and rest. Come over early at noon tomorrow to have dinner with everyone. We have to go to the next village."
"Yes."
The fatigue on the girl's face became even heavier, and she disappeared into the night after walking out of the yard.
In the night, two figures followed not far or near, it was Ning Daoran and Bai Lu.
He felt very strange. The appearance of this girl... gave him a feeling of déjà vu, and the most bizarre thing was that this girl actually had a third-grade thunder spirit root!
Top-grade alien spiritual roots, this kind of talent is quite explosive in any place in Qingzhou.
It just so happens that this girl is from Longxiang Village, yet she has not been recommended to the Chaos Sect for so many years?
Moreover, the direction she was going looked very familiar, it was the old house of Xiao Hehua’s family!
Back then, the White Widow lived there with Little Lotus.
Something fishy...
Ning Daoran stepped forward to follow. The moment the girl entered the yard, he said calmly: "Little girl, what is your name and why do you live here?"
"Huh?"
The girl turned around and looked at the extraordinary man under the moon. She couldn't help but be slightly startled. She seemed to have seen this man's appearance before, but she couldn't remember it.
"My name is Chen Xiyao. This is my home. Where is my guest from and why are you following me?" She bravely put one hand behind her back and took out a skirt-pressing knife from under her skirt.
"Your surname is Chen, and you live here..."
Ning Daoran frowned: "What is your relationship with Chen Hehua?"
"Chen Hehua..."
Chen Xiyao was surprised: "That is... that is an aunt of my Chen family..."
"This is not right."
Ning Daoran said with a solemn expression: "Since you are a descendant of Xiao Hehua, and you are also a person with spiritual roots, why were you not discovered and sent to the Chaos Sect to practice?! Your bone age is already sixteen years old, wasted in vain After at least ten years of practice, didn’t the Zhou family and Chen family give you a hand-written copy of the Everlasting Secret?”
"Everlasting...Eternal Green Secret..."
Chen Xiyao shook her head: "I have never obtained the Evergreen Secret. I heard that some descendants of the Zhou family and some of the Chen family are practicing this magic. But my parents died early when I was young, and not only did no one give me Changqingjue, the clan also sent me to the opera troupe, and this has been going on for seven or eight years.”
Speaking of this, Chen Xiyao's eyes suddenly lit up. She stared at Ning Daoran and finally remembered who this person was.
"You...are you Ning Zu?"
She looked at the gray-faced big stupid deer beside her, her face full of excitement: "And... and the Deer Ancestor?"
"Ouch~~"
The big stupid deer shuddered, revealing the appearance of a holy beast.
Ning Daoran had a cold face. He only cared about the Zhou family and the Chen family in Longxiang Village because they were the descendants of Xiao Tiezhu and Xiao Hehua, but he never dreamed that the Zhou family would actually suppress the Chen family. .
Chen Xiyao has spiritual roots. Ordinary foundation-building monks can tell it at a glance without measuring. Zhou Qingshan, who is in the middle stage of foundation-building, can't he tell it?
I had left the Evergreen Secret to indicate that every descendant of the Zhou and Chen families would have their spiritual roots tested, so why did I avoid Chen Xiyao alone?
"Xiyao, let me ask you, have you seen Zhou Qingshan who is in the Chaos Sect?" Ning Daoran asked.
"I've seen it!"
Chen Xiyao nodded vigorously: "Not long before I was sent to the troupe, the ancestor of the Zhou family returned to the village once. He summoned a group of us children in the ancestral hall, and then I never saw him again."
(End of chapter)