Chapter 405 The fate card is broken
Late at night, the main peak of Liuhua Island is on a cliff.
The bright moon hung in the sky, and it was particularly cold on the cliff.
Ning Daoran sat cross-legged, surrounded by wisps of evergreen magic formula. At this time, he could practice anywhere, and his choice of practice place was extremely casual.
"Master."
Sui Zhuyue was wearing a long tea-green dress. Far behind her, Sui Rufeng, a descendant of the Sui family, stood respectfully and did not dare to step forward.
"Bamboo Moon."
Ning Daoran opened his eyes and said calmly: "You have been practicing with Ning for a period of time. During this period of time, Ning has treated you well, and he has lived up to the trust he entrusted to fellow Taoist Sui Xuan. Wherever you go from now on is up to you. Make the decision, do you understand what I mean?”
"Yes..."
Sui Zhu Yuexiang's shoulders trembled, and a layer of water mist covered her beautiful eyes. She was about to cry and said: "Master, Zhu Yue can't let you go..."
"The path to immortality is so vague that there is no need to talk about giving up and being reluctant to give up."
Ning Daoran patted the storage bag lightly, and a fiery red puppet floated out of it. It was the three third-level high-grade fire dragon puppets exchanged from Ling Yuhan. Lin Man returned the puppets before leaving. She is now He has already reached the level of Nascent Soul and no longer needs this thing.
Looking down, I saw the dragon's head raised, quite ferocious, and a wisp of majestic golden elixir mana filled the surrounding area.
This puppet is comparable to the late-stage combat power of Jindan, and is already a priceless treasure among ordinary cultivating families.
Ning Daoran raised his hand and pushed the fire dragon puppet towards Sui Zhuyue, saying: "This puppet is given to you, you need to remember that this puppet can only be used to protect yourself, and you cannot abuse it to avoid killing yourself. Disaster!”
Sui Zhuyue slowly knelt down, tears falling one by one on the grass at her feet, and said softly: "Zhuyue has remembered..."
"Go ahead."
Ning Daoran smiled and said: "You have your own way, and so do I. Meeting each other is already fate, there is no need to force anything more."
"Thank you, sir..."
Sui Zhuyue took the fire dragon puppet down the mountain, looking back every ten steps with red eyes.
"Aunt..."
Sui Rufeng gritted his teeth, with apology in his eyes.
"Let's go..."
Sui Zhuyue launched a flying boat, took Sui Rufeng straight into the sky, and disappeared into the twilight of the fairy island in the blink of an eye.
Ning Daoran just sighed. After sixty years of companionship, there will eventually be a separation. The world is like this, and life is like this. Even if he cultivates immortality and attains Taoism, he will eventually have to face countless partings, not to mention that it is inevitable for mortals. Even if he achieves the Mahayana in the future, Even the Great Luo Jinxian's lifespan is by no means eternal.
Immortality is nothing more than a mortal's imagination.
……
"Uncle Ning..."
At the foot of the mountain, a figure floated up, it was Huang Yiyi.
At this time, Huang Yiyi was already in the middle stage of foundation building. She was wearing an apricot-yellow dress. She was extremely beautiful. Her appearance was not inferior to that of Sui Zhuyue. She pursed her red lips and said, "Before Sister Zhuyue left, she had already The land deeds, house deeds, accounts, etc. on the island were handed over to me. In addition, the keys to the major treasury were also kept.”
"Oh..." Ning Daoran nodded.
"Besides..."
Huang Yiyi's eyes turned red: "She left a storage bag. All her savings over the years are in it. She just brought some spiritual weapons and magic weapons with her."
Ning Daoran accepted the storage bag and glanced around. There were a bunch of middle-grade spiritual stones neatly placed inside. These were Sui Zhuyue's 10% income from Liuhua Island's profits over the years, but he didn't want to Not even a bit was taken away.
"Sister Zhuyue said that Uncle Ning's ability to take her in to avoid misfortune was already a gift. She really couldn't take the treasures on the island anymore, so she kept them all."
"Got it."
Ning Daoran expressed his feelings and said: "From now on, Yiyi, you will serve as the general manager of the island, and you will make the decision on all major matters. As usual, you can take 10% of the income from all the spiritual stones on the island for your own cultivation. ”
"Okay, thank you Uncle Ning..."
Huang Yiyi pursed her red lips and bowed with her hand folded.
……
In this way, half a year passed in the blink of an eye, Sui Zhuyue returned to Lingzhu Mountain, and there was no news at all.
"Uncle Ning!"
On this day, Ning Daoran had just walked out of the cave when he saw Huang Yiyi running in from the outside with a letter and said with a smile: "A letter from sister Zhuyue!"
"Oh?"
Ning Daoran smiled slightly, then took the letter from home and wrote the words of personal connection between the young master and his sister Yiyi.
Huang Yiyi came behind him in a short step and looked at the letter with him. After taking out the letter, it was full of Junxiu handwriting. Sui Zhuyue had been recording the island's accounts all year round, so he had good handwriting.
As for the content, it’s all about returning to Lingzhu Mountain.
With the return of Sui Zhuyue, the Sui family in Lingzhu Mountain became more powerful. In order to avenge the murder of the ancestor of the Sui family, Sui Zhuyue made an appointment with the ancestor of the Li family and killed him directly, and then led the children of the Sui family into Lingzhu Mountain. In the hinterland, kill everyone in the Li family's immortal world and recapture the second-level middle-grade spiritual vein.
Half a month later, the descendants of the Li family were dissatisfied with the murder of their ancestors, and spent many spiritual stones to invite an early-stage golden elixir cultivator to assassinate Sui Zhuyue, but they did not want to be killed instantly by Sui Zhuyue's flying dragon puppet.
At this point, Sui Zhuyue's reputation was greatly shaken in the Lingzhu Mountain area. All the local monks learned that he had mastered a third-level high-grade puppet, so they all became friends with him.
Within a few months, the Sui family had firmly established themselves as the Lord of Lingzhu Mountain, and regarded Sui Zhuyue as their ancestor.
However, Sui Zhuyue was not greedy for power. Instead, she gave up her position as head of the family to a young monk in the middle stage of foundation building. She retreated behind the scenes and began to trace the events of her father, Sui Xuan, and some of the elders in the clan. It was fun to gain insight into some things about Sui Xuan's childhood. In the letter, Sui Zhuyue talked about various experiences in the Lingzhu Mountain area, told some interesting things, and was in a very good mood.
Perhaps, this is the life of cultivating immortals that Sui Zhuyue wants, instead of being imprisoned on Liuhua Island, where he can only deal with some ledgers and books every day. Ning Daoran lets him go, which is considered a kind of fulfillment.
At the end of the letter, Sui Zhuyue said that she wanted to travel outside for a while, and was not in a hurry to return to Huadao. She also hoped that the young master and sister Yiyi would not worry too much.
"Uncle Ning..."
Huang Yiyi bit her red lips and said softly: "Sister Zhuyue, don't you want to come back?"
"Not really."
Ning Daoran smiled: "Zhuyue has lived on Liuhua Island for sixty years. With such a large family business, it's time for her to live the life she wants."
Huang Yiyi nodded and said nothing more.
……
Ning Daoran's mood is clear. Sui Zhuyue's departure has not had any impact on him. He still practices hard every day and works hard for the later stage of Jindan.
So, five years passed in a blink of an eye.
This year, Ning Daoran happened to be three hundred years old!
The main peak of Liuhua Island is located in Lingpu Cave.
"Boom~~~"
As Ning Daoran slowly opened his eyes, an overwhelming amount of spiritual pressure surged out of his body, instantly making Xiao Bai, Da Benlu, Xiao Heizi and others narrow their eyes and find it difficult to breathe.
Three hundred years old, I finally succeeded in breaking through the ranks!
At this moment, Ning Daoran was officially promoted to the late stage of Jindan!
At the moment when he entered the late stage of the golden elixir, the Qi sea in his Dantian more than doubled in an instant, and the five golden elixirs became more and more shining. At this time, Ning Daoran's mana strength and soul strength at least more than doubled. !
"Ouch~~"
Dabenlu looked at Ning Daoran with an arrogant expression.
"Old deer."
Ning Daoran raised his eyebrows slightly: "I have been promoted to the late stage of Jindan. Don't hide it. I know that you have enough background. Let everything take its course. There is no need to stress."
“Yoyo~~~”
The big stupid deer roared, raised its head high, and a powerful aura suddenly burst out from its body, sweeping across the entire spiritual garden cave. In just an instant, it had successfully broken through the steps and had already It is a late-stage third-order monster, only one step away from the Nascent Soul Stage monster!
"Gudong..."
The young man in black, Xiao Heizi, couldn't help but swallowed. The eldest brother and Brother Lu were so awesome. Breaking through the realm was like eating and drinking. How could they enter the late stage of Jindan so easily? !
In fact, it is not easy at all. Ning Daoran has been working hard for a hundred years to get to the late stage of this golden elixir.
"Young master and Bailu broke through the ranks together, what a joy to congratulate!"
Xiaobai Lidou smiled lightly and said: "Master, I have something I don't know whether to say or not."
"You said."
"Young Master is three hundred years old this year. Should we hold a grand 300th birthday party?"
"No need."
Ning Daoran waved his hand: "We can just get together among ourselves. Lao Lu and I will cook a few dishes later, call Huang Yiyi, and everyone will have a good meal."
"Okay."
……
That night, the bright moon was full and hanging in the sky.
Ning Daoran drank a pot of spiritual wine and felt extremely emotional. After practicing immortality for three hundred years, everyone around him left one by one. In the end, he was really going to live like a thousand-year-old bastard.
"I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky..."
He sighed.
On the side, Xiaobai's eyes lit up: "Young Master Haosheng's poetic and artistic style, these quatrains should be passed down to the world..."
"Ouch!!!"
The big stupid deer also raised his neck and screamed, indicating that his eldest brother has always been very educated and must be completely different from those immortal cultivators who only know how to fight and kill.
Xiao Heizi was perched on the cliff, looking straight at the bright moon in the sky, thoughtfully.
What he was thinking about was that when he was a happy black fish boy, he had no idea how happy he was playing every day in the stream outside the Chaos Sect. Later, he was taken to the fish pond by the eldest brother's diversion channel, and he accidentally embarked on the journey of cultivating immortals. Career, now he is an Ancestor-level Mo Jiao in the middle stage of Golden Core!
To be honest, at this time, Xiao Heizi traveled back in time and served as the "First Saint" in the Five Saints Sect. It was more than enough. He could even arm-wrestle with the Aries Demon Queen after cultivating Guishui Essence!
Things in the world are like chess, so mysterious that Xiao Heizi gets drunk without drinking.
On the side, Ning Xiaogui transformed into a young man wearing a green short shirt. He leaned against Brother Hei and was also filled with feelings. He missed the big lake in his hometown a little bit.
Ning Daoran sat on the cliff under the moon with a wine bottle in hand, feeling infinitely emotional.
But at this moment, something buzzed in the storage bag.
"Crack!"
There was a scary crack on the jade sign in the storage bag. That was Han Bing's token!
……
"Little Junior Sister!"
Ning Daoran trembled all over, and suddenly felt like his heart was twisting like a knife.
It’s a new week, please give me a monthly ticket~~~I’m really brave, I dare to ask for a ticket at this time, haha~~~
(End of chapter)