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

Tianxianzi looked at the white smoke coming out of the furnace and couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart: "It is indeed a holy spiritual plant. Even the air coming out when refining the pill is full of spiritual energy. If you take the pill, your cultivation will definitely increase greatly."

Tianxin grass is very beneficial to improving cultivation. After returning from Liuming Mountain, Tianxianzi took the initiative to help Ningning refine the pill. In his original words, "Those nerds in Nianchun Hall are just for fun. If you really want to refine the pill, you have to rely on me, your master."

"I'm not bragging. When I was young, I worked very hard to study and refine pills 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 his past glory. His mouth was wide open and his tail was about to soar 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 to make medicine from him. 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 her body seemed to be nourished and gathered peacefully and leisurely.

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

The young man with clear features raised his eyebrows, his eyes were full of arrogance that could not be concealed: "Making money by refining pills means that the things I worked so hard to make have to be handed over to others - I don't like that feeling."

He stretched out his hand and touched a wisp of white smoke out of boredom, and his white fingertips were soon burned slightly pink: "No one can use me. Instead of listening to those people talking about their requirements, it's better to draw swords and have a big fight." It

's impossible to work. As expected of a sword master known to people from all corners of the world, even if he is as poor as a melon, he will never be the second party.

Ning Ning had no choice but to 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, without moving her eyes away from the white smoke, "cultivating the Tao 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 natural treasure in their lifetime - they will be mediocre and ordinary for the rest of their lives."

Ning Ning used to think that cultivating immortals was no different from the college entrance examination in the past world. They both climbed up step by step and became stronger day by day.

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

From the perspective of talent, decades of hard training may not be as good as the natural sword bones from birth;

from the perspective of family background, children from wealthy families and sects are provided with magical medicines from birth, and it is difficult for them not to make rapid progress in their cultivation. Like her, she got the Tianxin grass in the secret realm, and her strength can

improve by leaps and bounds without any effort, but ordinary people have no money and no opportunities, and they will not see many magical medicines in their lifetime. The aristocratic families monopolize resources, and the common people have no way to seek help. The good ones get better, and the bad ones are left behind. It is simply a vicious cycle.

"Why do you start thinking about this, Ningning?"

Tianxianzi smiled and said, "As the saying goes, there is a destiny in the dark. In addition to the threshold of talent and birth, the cultivation of Taoism also focuses on the word 'fate'."

The little girl next to him showed a confused look. He paused for a moment and explained patiently, "Many people believe that fate is predestined. Even if they are ordinary people, once luck comes and opportunities are triggered, they can rebound from adversity and rise all the way." Fate is predestined.

Ningning

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

But——

"Master."

She asked subconsciously, "Of course, luck will change, but what if fate is destined? Do we have to accept fate and wait for death helplessly?"

Tianxianzi said "hmm".

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

Ningning was stunned for a moment, and said: "Tianxianzi."

"Tianxian, Tianxian, I chose these two words back then just to do whatever I want, free and unfettered, so that even God can't do anything about it."

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

"What do you mean by destiny cannot be violated? Knowing destiny and doing one's best is all nonsense. If the way of heaven is unfair and unfavorable--"

Tianxianzi tapped her forehead and raised his eyebrows and said, "Then it breaks the way of heaven. As a sword cultivator, it is only me and the sword, not heaven."

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After saying goodbye to Tianxianzi, it was exactly the time when Zheng Weiqi appeared in the original novel.

Ningning came to the mountain gate according to the prompts given by the system, and 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, she has a completely opposite personality. In simple terms, she is the well-deserved literary star of Zuan, and her personality can explode at the slightest touch. I heard that she learned to speak a lot of obscene words after she came back from the mountain. Her little mouth was always chattering. Before she could finish a beautiful and touching "Guide to Scoring in the Crematorium", her master Tianxianzi put a silence spell on her -

as long as she spoke a vulgar word, she would lose her mind and do all kinds of embarrassing and ugly things. It was more terrifying than Sun Wukong's tight headband spell, and it was completely psychological torture. It was really in line with Tianxianzi's bad taste.

At this time, she was leaning against the entrance of the mountain gate, her hands clasped in front of her chest, and she squinted at the two female disciples who were selecting goods in front of the stall. Her

black hair was tied up high, and she was wearing a men's shirt, which was like a jade tree in the wind. When the wind blew slightly, it outlined her slender and leisurely figure.

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

"Do you like this?"

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

Her voice was quite elegant, with a bit of nonchalant coldness, which was very pleasant to hear.

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

"Centipede monster?! I'll throw away all my unhappiness and calm down and talk to you, a peerless beauty, slowly."

Zheng Weiqi was about to explode. Perhaps thinking of the curse that Tian Xianzi had imposed on her, she had to twitch her eyes and forcefully put her distorted expression back into place, forcing 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. She stretched out her hand timidly and pointed at the alien creature on the first page, which had 12 abdominal muscles. Each abdominal muscle was round and bulging, bigger than the head.

This thing is not only a centipede monster, but people would believe it even if it claimed to be a human-shaped thunder tower. 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 hated that she couldn't make steel. Knowing that the sword manual could not be sold, she raised her head angrily and bumped into Ning Ning's eyes.

As a disciple of Tianxianzi, she was not familiar with the original owner, but she was familiar with him. So she immediately relaxed her brows and said slowly: "Junior sister."

"Senior sister."

Ning Ning's heart moved and she responded softly.

In the original novel, the original owner particularly disliked this rebellious elder sister, who always felt that she was a disgrace to the master's school.

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

Now Zheng Weiqi came back from the mountain and brought many novel small items to sell. Ningning came here just to ridicule this batch of goods and declared that she would never buy such dirty things.

Who doesn't know how to talk nonsense?

She paused, and quickly continued, "Sister, you came down the mountain this time. You left home at a young age and came back as an old man. How can you tell whether I am a man or a woman?"

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

almost forgot that this sister didn't know how to read, and she would always skip the difficult sentences.

Ningning smiled, "I'm saying that you really can't tell that you are a girl after you came down the mountain. This flat plain is really boundless and magnificent."

Zheng Weiqi looked down along her line of sight, 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 heavenly silk, soft and elastic. If you like it, I will give you a few pairs - and this set of men's clothing is a mixture of mermaid yarn and green silk. When you wear it in summer, your body will 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 positive word! Can words spoken with positive words be offensive?

Ning Ning:...

Can you really not hear that this is a sarcasm, senior sister! Please wake up quickly, don't be so happy after being scolded, and don't look at her with a look of "As expected of you, good vision"!

Ning Ning rubbed her eyebrows and decided to give up the weirdness and start directly from her street stall itself.

Zheng Weiqi is a wealthy sword cultivator who is very familiar with running a street stall for small economic transactions. She can be called the low-profile queen of rural romance in Lingxu Peak.

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

Ning Ning 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 were 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 story recently. It tells the love-hate relationship between a cold-hearted and cold-faced Master and a quirky and mischievous female disciple. It is definitely worth reading."

The introduction was too strong, Ningning almost felt embarrassed, and reluctantly responded: "... No "

After thinking for a while, he said softly, "I have seen the setting of the cold-hearted master and the little apprentice who loves to gossip before. The protagonists are called Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong. I wonder if you have heard of them?"

Zheng Weiqi shook her head naturally: "I haven't read much story books. I have never heard of what you are talking about."

The two female disciples who were wandering in front of the stall before had disappeared. Ning Ning's eyes roughly passed over the miscellaneous books and story books and stayed on the rouge and powder in the corner.

In the established plot, the original owner criticized these cosmetics for their poor quality and unpresentable quality, and tore her face with Zheng Weiqi on the spot, and they had a grudge from then on.

She should have done the same.

But in the original text [Ning Ning 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 is and which one is lip balm? !

Ning Ning was once again caught in a dilemma.

The original owner was raised by Jiao since she was a child, eating, drinking and having fun. She was undoubtedly familiar with the most commonly used rouge and powder by women.

But this counterfeit is different.

She can accurately identify the Dior Armani Poplar Forest, but who can tell her what these bottles and jars with strange shapes and similar appearances are used for?

Ningning took a breath pretending to be calm.

The objects on the stall were mainly red and white. The white ones should be similar to foundation, and the red ones were lipstick and blush.

She made full use of her intelligence and confirmed the purpose of the things in one of the round boxes -

red but not glaring, not as thin as lip balm or lipstick paper, it should be blush.

The original owner used it to make the first move.

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

The quality of this item is actually quite good. It spreads lightly as soon as it touches the skin, leaving a light red. She was about to open her mouth to find fault when she heard Zheng Weiqi beside her take a deep breath: "Junior sister, what are you doing?"

Ning Ning's heart sank

as soon as she heard her say the next sentence in great surprise: "Why do you put nail paint on your face?!"

Ning Ning: ...

She was wondering why this blush is so moist, it turns out it's nail polish.

Ning Ning forced a stiff smile.

Zheng Weiqi looked at her in shock, wanting 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 families would prepare some rouge and powder for their little daughters!

Could it be that——

"Junior Sister."

Zheng Weiqi spent most of the year at the foot of the mountain, and had no information about her junior brothers and sisters. At this time, she tried to lower her voice and soften her tone: "Before you joined Xuanxu Sect, did you ever learn makeup?"

Ningning made a joke. If she continued to stubbornly claim that she was proficient in this art, she would probably only cause more trouble.

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

Zheng Weiqi was terrified and sighed deeply.

It's a pity that women nowadays study makeup from a young age. How could there be such a saying as "young and unsuitable"? I'm afraid that my little junior sister doesn't know that the reason why her parents told her that...

is because the family really doesn't have the 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 you really shouldn't learn it."

Zheng Weiqi was slightly moved, and was embarrassed to expose this kind lie. She sighed softly: "But you are a big girl now, didn't your mother teach you some knowledge in this area?"

"I--"

Ningning did not have the memory of the original owner, so she had to bite the bullet and answer: "I was taught, but the tools were not like this."

She tried to recall and tried to describe: "Lip balm is a long tube that can be applied directly to the mouth; the color of the rouge and powder is very close to the skin, so it won't be too obvious when applied; and the eye shadow applied on the eyes is colorful and there are all kinds of patterns."

After the description, Zheng Weiqi was stunned.

Junior sister's family... actually makes their own rouge and powder. Anything

that can be easily lifted and loaded into a pipe must be liquid. Why turn lip balm into liquid? It can only be because there is only a very small amount of lip balm at home. In order to let the little daughter use it for a longer time, they mixed it with water to make it look more.

How can the color of rouge and powder be similar to the skin? Obviously, whether it is lead powder or pearl powder, it will be no different from white flour lumps after application. In order to make it consistent with the skin color, you can only add something else. White and light brown powder, could it be...

soil and lime? !

Zheng Weiqi was shocked.

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

There are all kinds of colorful flowers. Where can ordinary people get so many pigments? It's nothing more than squeezing the juice out of the flowers and applying it on the eyes. The sky is

bleak.

What kind of life did the little junior sister live before?

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

Her face was full of traces of mud and lime, and her eyes were still colored by colorful petals. She smiled so contentedly and happily.

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

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

The little junior sister frowned, revealing a slightly confused look. She knew that the other party would not understand the intention of her words, so after a pause, she asked tentatively: "Are your father and mother doing well now?"

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

Zheng Weiqi: !!!

Zheng Weiqi didn't dare to ask anymore.

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

No one will mix mud with lime to force a smile to make her happy.

She had heard that this girl had no food to eat in Xuanxu Sect. Her childhood was so hard, how could she let her little sister join the sect and still be alone and pitiful?

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

"Junior sister."

Her eyes were filled with sorrow. The iron rooster finally plucked back its feathers and looked at Ningning with great pity: "I am lucky to meet you today. Don't be disgusted by the things on the stalls. Take whatever you want."

Ningning shook her head hurriedly: "I don't want it."

Silly child, why bother.

Zheng Weiqi shuddered slightly in her heart. Although her junior sister was rustic, she was stubborn, simple, and unyielding.

This kind of soil is like a small white flower born from poor soil. It looks inconspicuous at first glance. Only when you get in touch with it deeply, you will 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 thinking a lot. Ningning beside her saw that she was crying and laughing alone, which was quite abnormal, so she moved to the other side without making a sound.

Unexpectedly, she immediately heard Zheng Weiqi's soft voice that gave her goosebumps: "Over there are snacks I brought back from other places, you can try them freely - the one in front of you is milk cream, and the small spoon is in the white sachet next to it."

If it were Ningning herself, she would definitely say thank you and refuse it embarrassedly, but the script of the vicious female supporting role was carelessly swaying in her mind, so she had to bite the bullet and pick up one of the boxes, opened it, and scooped a piece with a spoon.

The smell was so strange that it shocked the heavens and the earth, and made her frown with real emotion: "Your milk cream——"

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

Ningning:?

Why are you stealing my words?

Before she could react, she heard Zheng Weiqi continue: "This is not milk cream! Which little bastard didn't have eyes and put facial cream here?!"

Facial cream.

No wonder the little thing looks so unique.

Haha.

Ningning's heart was dirty with these two words, but as the saying goes, life is a constant ups and downs. When God closes a door for you, he will definitely lock another window.

In a trance, she heard that voice still echoing in her ears: "There is arsenic in here! Although the amount is not lethal... Hurry up, I'll take you to Nianchuntang!"

Arsenic. Frost.

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

Little fairy.

Who sent you to her side?

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He Zhizhou was punished by Tianxianzi to practice sword for a whole day and night. After the training, he immediately rushed into Nianchun Hall and lay dead. He didn't know how long he slept, but he was suddenly awakened by an anxious female voice.

He knew that woman, Zheng Weiqi, 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 patch of red on her face, as if someone had punched her hard.

Even the medical practitioner of 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 after hearing that, the doctor showed an even more incredible look: "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, and every word was filled with sadness, which made him inexplicably think of the old dried corpse in Xiangxi after the corpse was stolen: "Senior sister, I don't want your goods, I really don't want it... Senior sister, am I so unsophisticated?"

He understood everything.

Ning Ning, you are so stupid, really.

I knew you were a girl with a thin face. You must feel very sorry for being beaten up for stealing other people's things.

- But you don't have to swallow arsenic and kill yourself so mercilessly!

He Zhizhou felt like he was in an ice cellar, and he felt that the future was lost and heartbroken.

Other people's villains are good at eating and drinking, and occasionally they are evil and crazy, which can even cause readers to scream.

But what about him and Ningning ?

One is lying on the hospital bed like a rag doll that has been played with, and the other is mentally collapsed. I will kill myself.

He wants to cry and misses his mother.

When will these villains stand up?