"Put the Tianxin grass in this furnace. I will refine it for seven days and it will become a pill."

Tian Xianzi looked at the white smoke coming out of the furnace and couldn't help but sigh: "It is indeed a holy spiritual plant. Even the air it emits when refining the elixir is full of spiritual energy. If you take the elixir, your cultivation will definitely increase greatly."

Tianxin grass is very helpful for improving cultivation. After returning from Liuming Mountain, Tianxianzi took the initiative to offer to help Ningning make pills. To use his own words, "Those nerds in Nianchun Hall are just doing it for fun. If you really want to make the elixir, you have to rely on me, your master."

"I'm not bragging. When I was young, I worked very hard to study alchemy in order to earn money to buy sword manuals. Even high-level alchemists praised me for my high comprehension and talent in this area."

Tian Xianzi couldn't stop talking about the past glory, his mouth was grinning and his tail was about to rise to the sky, he didn't look like a teacher at all: "The head of Nianchun Hall even asked me if I was interested in learning medicine from him, but I refused without hesitation."

Ningning took a breath of the fragrance that filled the surroundings and smelled the refreshing scent of flowers, trees and rain. The spiritual energy in the body seemed to be nourished, gathering peacefully and leisurely.

She was a little curious: "Master, why don't you continue to make pills to make money now?"

The young man with clear features raised his eyebrows, his eyes showing an undisguised arrogance: "Making money from alchemy means that the things I worked so hard to make have to be handed over to others - I don't like that feeling."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and touched a wisp of white smoke out of boredom. His white fingertips were soon burned slightly pink. "Don't try to order me around. Instead of listening to those people's long-winded demands, it's better to draw the sword and fight."

It is impossible to work part-time. He is worthy of being a well-known swordsman. Even if he is extremely poor, he will never be the second party.

Ning Ning could only nod again. Tian Xianzi saw that she was thinking about something, so he asked curiously, "What are you thinking about?"

"I think," she answered obediently, not moving her eyes away from the white smoke, "cultivation is actually not fair to most people. Ordinary people don't have outstanding roots, and they don't get the chance to seek opportunities. They may never see such a treasure in their lifetime - they will be mediocre and ordinary for the rest of their lives."

In the past, Ningning thought that cultivating immortals was no different from the college entrance examination in the previous world. It was also about climbing up step by step and becoming stronger through accumulation.

But now that I think about it, the world of cultivating immortals is much more cruel than the college entrance examination.

Judging from talent, decades of hard training may not be able to match the natural sword bone that was born;

Judging from their family background, children from wealthy families and sects have been provided with magical medicines since birth, so it is hard for their cultivation not to make rapid progress. Like her, who obtained the Tianxin Grass in the secret realm, her strength improved rapidly without any effort. However, ordinary people have neither money nor opportunities, and they will never see many panaceas in their lifetime.

The wealthy and powerful families monopolize resources, leaving common people with nowhere to turn to. The good get better and the bad are left further behind. It's a vicious cycle.

"Why did Ningning start thinking about this kind of question?"

Tian Xianzi smiled and said, "As the saying goes, there is a destiny in everything. In addition to talent and birth, the cultivation of Taoism also depends on the word 'fate'."

The little girl beside him showed a confused look. He paused for a moment and patiently explained: "Many people believe that fate is predestined. Even if you are an ordinary person, once luck strikes and opportunities are triggered, you can rebound from adversity and rise straight up."

Fate is predestined.

Ningning thought that the novel she had read should be Pei Ji's predetermined fate.

But--

"Master."

As if by some strange coincidence, she subconsciously asked, "Of course, luck can turn for the better, but what if fate is destined to bring disaster? Do we have to accept fate and wait for death helplessly?"

Tian Xianzi uttered a “hmm” sound.

Then he raised his eyebrows slightly, smiled and looked down at her: "Recite your master's name once."

Ning Ning was stunned for a moment, then she said, "Tian Xianzi."

"Tian Xian, Tian Xian, I chose these two words because I wanted to do whatever I want, freely and unfettered, so that even the heavens can't do anything to me."

His eyebrows gradually became blurred in the light smoke, and only his pair of bright and clear pupils were particularly eye-catching. It was like a night filled with dark clouds, and suddenly two stars broke through the darkness, bringing out bright light.

"What you're saying about destiny being inviolable, knowing destiny and doing one's best, is all nonsense. If the way of heaven is unfair and unfavorable—"

Tian Xianzi tapped her forehead, raised an eyebrow and said, "That would break the way of heaven. As a sword cultivator, it's only me and the sword, not heaven."

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After saying goodbye to Tian Xianzi, I calculated the time and it was exactly the time when Zheng Weiqi appeared in the original novel.

Ningning followed the instructions given by the system and came to the mountain gate. When she looked up, she saw the senior sister standing in front of the stall selling goods.

Zheng Weiqi's name sounds elegant and gentle, but in fact her personality is the exact opposite. To put it simply, she is the well-deserved Zaan Wenquxing, whose temper can explode. I heard that after she came back from the mountain, she learned to speak a lot of obscene words, and her little mouth was always chattering. Before she could finish writing a beautiful and touching "Guide to Scoring in the Crematorium", her master Tianxianzi put a silence spell on her.

As soon as he speaks foul language, he will lose his mind and do all kinds of shameful and ugly things. It is more terrifying than the golden hoop that Monkey King wore. It is completely a psychological torture, which is very consistent with Tian Xianzi's evil style of doing things.

At this moment, she was leaning against the entrance of the mountain gate, with her arms folded across her chest, glancing at the two female disciples who were selecting goods in front of the stalls.

Her black hair was tied up high, and she was wearing a men's shirt that looked like a handsome man. When the wind blew slightly, it outlined her slender and leisurely figure.

At first glance, he really looked like a carefree and elegant young man, with narrow eyes and a half-smile, which made the two female disciples glance at him secretly and chuckle from time to time.

"Are you interested in this?"

Seeing one of the girls pick up a book and study it carefully, Zheng Weiqi yawned and stepped forward a little. "Junior sister, I see that you have amazing bones. You must be a martial arts prodigy that is rare in a century. This book "Liuguang Sword Skills: From Entry to Death" was drawn by me personally. It is definitely worth the money for you."

Her voice was quite elegant, with a hint of nonchalant coolness, and very pleasant to hear.

The female disciple was shocked when she heard this: "Is this a sword technique? I'm sorry, I thought it was a comic book about the adventures of a centipede monster."

"Centipede monster?! I will throw away all my unhappiness and calm down and talk things over with you, a peerless beauty."

Zheng Weiqi was about to explode, but perhaps thinking of the curse that Tian Xianzi had imposed on her, she had to twitch her eyes and force her distorted expression back to its original state, and forced out a smile as if she had just eaten a human meat barbecued pork bun: "Junior sister, how can the person I drew look like a centipede monster?"

The little girl was startled and timidly stretched out her hand, pointing at the alien creature on the first page that had 12 abdominal muscles. Each abdominal muscle was round and bulging, and bigger than the head.

Let alone the centipede monster, even if this thing claims to be a human-shaped Lei Feng Tower, people will believe it. If you walk up along it, you might be able to climb directly into the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

"This is called abdominal muscles. Do you understand abdominal muscles?"

Zheng Weiqi was very disappointed with her and knew that the sword manual could not be sold. She looked up angrily and met Ningning's eyes.

As both were disciples of Tianxianzi, although she and the original owner were not familiar with each other, she always felt somewhat familiar with him. So he immediately relaxed his brows and said slowly, "Junior Sister."

"Senior sister."

Ningning's heart moved and she responded softly.

In the original novel, the original owner especially hated this rebellious senior sister, and always felt that she brought disgrace to the school.

In addition, Zheng Weiqi was too smart and had a talent for swordsmanship, which made her even more jealous and disgusted. Whenever she met her, she would speak sarcastically to her.

Now Zheng Weiqi has returned from the mountain, bringing many novel little items to sell at the stall. Ningning came here just to make fun of these goods and declared that she would never buy such low-quality stuff.

Everyone can talk nonsense.

She paused, then quickly continued, "Sister, you came down the mountain this time. You left home when you were young and returned when you were old. How can you tell whether I am a man or a woman?"

Zheng Weiqi stared at her blankly: "Huh? What did you say?"

I almost forgot that this senior sister is not very literate and always skips over difficult sentences when she hears them.

Ningning smiled and said, "I was saying that after Senior Sister came down the mountain, you really couldn't tell she was a girl. This stretch of land is so vast and boundless."

Zheng Weiqi followed her gaze downwards and her eyes fell on her flat chest.

Unexpectedly, she burst into laughter a few seconds later, as if she had received a great compliment: "Junior sister, you have a good eye! My chest wrap is made of silk from the silkworm, it is icy soft and has excellent elasticity. If you like it, I will give you a few pairs - and this set of men's clothing is a mixture of shark yarn and green silk. Wearing it in the summer will make your body feel incomparably cool and comfortable. I wonder if you are interested?"

Although she is not very educated, she at least knows that "boundless and magnificent" is a compliment! Can words expressed with positive connotations be offensive?

Ningning: ...

Can't you hear that this is sarcasm, senior sister? Please wake up quickly, don't be so happy after being scolded, and don't look at her with an eye that says "You are worthy of me, you have good taste"!

Ningning rubbed her brows and decided to give up on being sarcastic and start directly with her stall itself.

Zheng Weiqi is a wealthy swordsman who is very familiar with running a small street stall business. She can be called the low-profile queen of selling goods in the rural romance version of Lingxu Peak.

Seeing Ning Ning was a little hesitant, he quietly took out a book from the pile and handed it to her: "Junior sister, are you interested in this?"

Ningning looked down and saw a line of big words: "My Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Days with Zhenxiao Sword Master".

There is a dense introduction below: The entire Xuanxu Sword Sect knows that Zhenxiao Sword Master is cold and noble. Until one day, a young disciple accidentally saw him pressing his new disciple against the wall and kissing him. The man's eyes turned red: "Are you afraid of me, huh? Call me Master and I'll give you my life."

Zheng Weiqi said, "This is a very popular storybook recently. It tells the love-hate relationship between a cold-hearted and cold-faced master and a quirky and trouble-making female disciple. It's definitely worth reading."

This introduction was too full of that flavor. Ning Ning almost felt embarrassed after reading it. She reluctantly replied, "...No need."

After thinking for a while, he said softly, "I have seen the setting of the cold-hearted master and the trouble-making disciple before. The protagonists are called Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong. I wonder if you have ever heard of them, Senior Sister?"

Zheng Weiqi shook her head naturally: "I haven't read much of the storybooks, and I've never heard of what you're talking about."

The two female disciples who had been wandering in front of the stall had disappeared. Ningning glanced past the miscellaneous books and storybooks and stopped at the rouge and powder in the corner.

In the established plot, the original owner criticized these cosmetics for their poor quality and being not presentable, and she had a falling out with Zheng Weiqi on the spot, and they became enemies from then on.

She should have done that, too.

But in the original text [Ningning picked up a box of rouge and laughed coldly: "Is this rouge made of lime powder? It looks like you are going to a ghost marriage after applying it."], such a plot——

With so many miscellaneous little things in front of her, how could she know what rouge was and which one was lip balm? !

Ningning was once again caught in a dilemma.

The original owner was brought up in a pampered manner, having been spoiled with food, drink and entertainment. She was undoubtedly familiar with the rouge and powder that women used most.

But this fake her is different.

She can accurately identify the Dior Armani poplar forest, but who can tell her what these bottles and jars with strange shapes that look similar are used for?

Ningning took a breath pretending to be calm.

The objects displayed on the stalls are mainly red and white. The white one should be similar to foundation, and the red one is lipstick and blush.

She used her intelligence to the fullest and confirmed the purpose of one of the items in the round box.

It is red but not gaudy, and not as thin as lip balm or lipstick paper. It must be blush.

The original owner used it to make the first cut.

Ningning followed the plot obediently, put some blush on her hand and gently applied it on the right cheek.

This item was actually of good quality. It smudged lightly as soon as it touched her skin, staining it with a light red. Just as she was about to open her mouth to find fault with it, she heard Zheng Weiqi beside her take a sharp breath: "Junior sister, what are you doing?"

After hearing these words, Ningning's heart sank.

Then I heard her say the next sentence in great surprise: "Why would you put nail paint on your face?!"

Ningning: ...

She asked why the blush was so smooth, and it turned out to be nail polish.

Ningning forced a stiff smile.

Zheng Weiqi looked at her in shock, seeming to want to say something but stopping herself.

How could there be a girl in this world who can't even tell the difference between makeup and paint? Obviously, even the most ordinary family would prepare some rouge and powder for their little daughter!

Could it be——

"Junior sister."

Zheng Weiqi spends most of the year at the foot of the mountain and has no idea about her fellow junior fellow students. At this time, try to lower your voice and soften your tone: "Before you joined the Xuanxu Sect, did you ever learn makeup?"

Ningning had made a fool of herself. If she continued to stubbornly claim that she was an expert in this, she would probably only cause more trouble.

So she told the truth: "My family said I'm too young to learn this."

Zheng Weiqi was horrified and sighed deeply.

It's a pity. Nowadays, women have been learning makeup since they were young. How can there be such a thing as "not suitable for young age"? I'm afraid that Junior Sister doesn't know yet, the reason why Mom and Dad told her that...

It’s just because the family really doesn’t have any spare money to buy more.

This is the only thing a poor couple can do to protect their little daughter's fragile self-esteem.

"Yes, yes, you are young and really shouldn't learn it."

Zheng Weiqi was slightly moved, but was too embarrassed to expose this kind lie. She sighed softly, "But you are already a grown-up girl now. Didn't your mother teach you some knowledge in this area?"

"I--"

Ning Ning didn't have the original owner's memory, so she had to bite the bullet and answer: "I have been taught, but the tool is not this kind."

She tried to recall and describe: "Lip balm comes in a long tube and can be applied directly to the mouth; powder is close to the color of the skin, so it won't look too white; and there is eye shadow for the eyes, which is colorful and has all kinds of patterns."

After hearing the description, Zheng Weiqi was stunned.

My junior sister’s family… actually makes their own rouge and powder.

Anything that can be easily loaded into the pipe must be a liquid. Why do you need to turn lip balm into liquid form? It could only be because there was only a very small amount of lip balm at home, and in order to let the little daughter use it for a longer time, she mixed it with water to make it look more.

How can the color of makeup be similar to the skin? It is obvious that whether it is lead powder or pearl powder, it will look no different from white flour lumps after application. To make it consistent with the skin color, you have to add something else. White and light brown powder, could it be...

Soil and lime? !

Zheng Weiqi was shocked.

Her precarious brain capacity could no longer withstand the torture of the so-called "eye shadow".

There are all kinds of colors and patterns. How can ordinary people get so many colors? It's nothing more than squeezing the juice out of the flowers and applying it to the eyes.

Heaven.

What kind of life did Junior Sister live before?

A little girl of about sixteen or seventeen tried hard to squeeze out the last bit of liquid flowing out of the small tube and smeared it on her pale lips.

Her face was covered with traces of dirt and lime, but her eyes retained the color of colorful petals. She smiled so contentedly and happily.

Behind her was a middle-aged man and woman who were also smiling. Their weathered faces were full of traces of time, and they looked simple and unpretentious.

Zheng Weiqi was speechless for a moment, and after a while she murmured, "You really have a good pair of parents."

The junior sister frowned, revealing a slightly confused look. She knew that the other party would not understand her intention of saying this, so after a pause she asked tentatively: "Your father and mother, are you living a happy life now?"

Ningning finally showed a trace of disappointment in her eyes: "I don't know... they are all in another world."

Zheng Weiqi:! ! !

Zheng Weiqi didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Now, even her parents who loved her the most have passed away.

No one would ever mix mud and lime and force a smile to make her happy again.

She had heard that this girl had been living a life of poverty and had a hard childhood in the Xuanxu Sect. How could he allow his junior sister to join the sect and still be so lonely and pitiful?

Zheng Weiqi, who is full of sense of justice, made up her mind that from now on, she is willing to rebuild a warm home for her junior sister.

"Junior sister."

She looked bitter, and finally plucked the feathers back. She looked at Ningning with great pity: "It is a good fortune for you to meet me today. Don't be disgusted by the things on the stall. Take whatever you want."

Ning Ning quickly shook her head: "I don't want it."

Silly child, why bother?

Zheng Weiqi's heart trembled slightly. Although her junior sister was unsophisticated, she was stubborn, simple, and indomitable.

This kind of soil is like a small white flower growing out of barren soil. It seems inconspicuous at first glance, but only when you get in touch with it more deeply can you understand its stubbornness and sadness in its growth.

I believe that her parents who are far away are also silently proud of their daughter.

Zheng Weiqi was full of thoughts. Ningning, who was beside her, saw her crying and laughing alone, which was quite abnormal, so she moved to the other side without saying a word.

Unexpectedly, I heard Zheng Weiqi's voice so soft that it gave me goosebumps: "Over there are some snacks I brought back from abroad. You can try them. The one in front of you is the milk cream. The small spoon is in the white brocade bag next to it."

If it was Ningning herself, she would have embarrassedly thanked and refused, but the script of the vicious female supporting role kept lingering in her mind, so she had to bite the bullet and pick up one of the boxes, opened it and scooped out a piece with a spoon.

The smell was so strange that it made her frown with real emotion: "You milk cream——"

Unexpectedly, Zheng Weiqi took a breath and her eyes widened like copper bells: "My milk cream!"

Ningning:?

Why are you stealing my lines?

Before she could react, she heard Zheng Weiqi continue, "This isn't milk cream! Which little bastard put the cream here without any eyes?!"

noodle. fat.

No wonder the little thing looks so chic.

hehe.

Ningning's heart set off immediately after hearing these two words, but as the saying goes, life is a constant flow of ups and downs, and when God closes a door for you, he will surely lock another window.

In a trance, she heard that voice still echoing in her ears: "There is arsenic in it! Although the amount is not lethal... Come on, I'll take you to Nianchun Hall!"

arsenic. frost.

Ningning lowered her head expressionlessly and looked at the white, creamy solid in her hand.

Little goblin.

Who brought you to her?

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He Zhizhou was punished by Tian Xianzi to practice sword for a day and a night. After finishing, he immediately rushed into Nianchun Hall and lay dead. I don't know how long I slept until I was suddenly awakened by an anxious female voice.

He knew that woman, Zheng Weiqi, who was a disciple of Tianxianzi. She was away from home all year round and seemed to be one of Ningning's targets.

As for the person she carried in on her shoulders—

He Zhizhou's pupils trembled.

Ningning looked dazed, with a large, hideous red spot on her face, as if she had been punched hard by someone.

Even the medical practitioner from Nianchun Hall subconsciously exclaimed, "Who beat Junior Sister Ningning into this state?"

Zheng Weiqi whispered something to him, but He Zhizhou didn't hear a word. The only thing he knew was that the doctor showed an even more incredible look after hearing this: "You said she ate arsenic herself?"

Zheng Weiqi covered her face with her hands and finally stopped lowering her voice: "It's all my fault. It's all my fault."

Then Ning Ning murmured softly, each word filled with sadness, which reminded him of the old dried corpse in Xiangxi after it had revived: "Senior Sister, I don't want your goods, I really don't want them... Senior Sister, am I so unsophisticated?"

He understood everything.

Ningning, you are so stupid, really.

I've known for a long time that you are a girl who cares too much about your reputation. You must feel very guilty after being beaten up for stealing other people's things.

——But there is no need for you to swallow arsenic and kill yourself so mercilessly!

He Zhizhou felt like he was in an ice cellar. The future was uncertain and he was heartbroken.

The villains in other people's works are good at everything from eating and drinking to having fun. Occasionally, they act evil and crazy, which can make readers scream.

But what about him and Ningning?

One was lying on the hospital bed like a broken rag doll, and the other one was completely mentally collapsed. I killed myself.

He wanted to cry and missed his mother.

When will these villains be able to stand up?