(I will make changes later. Today’s update will be posted tomorrow. I’ve been busy with too many dinners these past two days and don’t want to take a day off.)
I ordered the local famous Chengshui tofu pudding, which is said to be the food that my father has been used to eating since he was a child, but it is not available in Huying City.
While eating, Ning Zhishui listened to other diners in the tent discussing their own affairs.
Sure enough, my parents were hiding something from me.
When it comes to family, the unspoken rule seems to be to report good news but not bad news. These past few days, whenever Ning Zhishui inquired about the Ning family, his parents would say everything was going well.
Ning Zhishui didn't think it was a big deal at the time. After all, his grandfather Ning Zhongfeng was dead, and the cousin who was a competitor of his father was also dead. It seemed that no one would go against them anymore.
But now it seems that this is not the case. Perhaps the news of the turmoil in the Ning family has spread, and some people think that the new person who took over the helm of the Ning family is a soft persimmon, so they want to come and snatch things that belong to the Ning family.
After listening for a while, Ning Zhishui finally understood the origins of the Cen family.
The Cen family's headquarters is in the neighboring city - Muyuan City. They also have influence in Beiyu City, and have developed quite well in recent years.
Coincidentally, the Cen family's business is the same as the Ning family's, both related to minerals and refining materials, so they have always been in competition.
Perhaps he was coveting the Ning family's long-standing foundation and wanted to take it for himself, so he chose to make a move when the Ning family was at its "weakest", which meant that he believed that Ning Cheng was not as tough as Ning Zhongfeng.
Ning Zhishui finished his meal, sat down and added another pot of tea. After listening enough, he leisurely paid the bill and left.
She did not go home, but walked in the opposite direction of the Ning family and came to a shop called "Linlang Trading Company".
The shop was doing good business, with monks coming and going. Ning Zhishui was greeted as soon as he entered.
"What can I do for you?"
The shopkeeper had just seen off a customer and had some free time. He saw Ning Zhishui dressed in unusual clothes, so he asked with a smile.
In fact, Ning Zhishui's dress is not outstanding. She does not need these decorations to enhance herself. There is no fancy style, the style is just ordinary.
It's just that the fabric of the clothes is of high quality, the price is not low, and the shopkeeper is a connoisseur of goods, so he values her as a customer. If you want to learn, just watching others make it won't work. It's easy to have high expectations but low skills.
Only when you try it yourself and truly experience it, and preferably get guidance from others, can you be considered to have truly learned it.
Feng Ye wanted to become her disciple but was rejected. He knew that it would be difficult for him to see her a second time after parting with her this time.
In this situation, he can only be thick-skinned and actively ask for the opportunity to be guided!
Fortunately, after he asked nervously, he found that the master did not reject him.
Ning Zhishui nodded, made way and watched him take action.
Feng Ye was a little excited and nervous. Being looked at by Ning Zhishui like this, he felt that his hands and feet were uncoordinated. At first, his hands were shaking when he was holding the herbs.
It was only after he got into the mood that he slowly forgot about being stared at and focused only on the movements in his hands that he became calm and serious.
I don’t know if he has learned the essence or if his previous efforts have finally paid off, but this batch of pills was successful on the first try. Even he was overjoyed and almost cried while holding the pills.
It was this elixir that he had learned from Lao Tu for a long time, but he still couldn't refine it!
He had suffered so many blows that he began to doubt whether he was really a waste.
"Thank you for your guidance, senior." He kowtowed to express his gratitude.
"Do you want to continue learning alchemy?" Ning Zhishui asked him.
Feng Ye was stunned for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up and he nodded vigorously, "Yes, I will continue to learn alchemy and will not give up."
Why did Ning Zhishui ask him this? Did she consider taking him in as her disciple?
"Since you want to study, and there's nothing here worth staying for, are you willing to live somewhere else?" Ning Zhishui looked at him. "Luo Yucheng, what do you think?"
After a while, Ning Zhishui left the alchemy room, and Feng Ye, who watched her leave, went to see the old butcher with a determined look on his face.
"You bastard, how dare you come here!" The old butcher had been holding back his anger for a long time and was about to vent it when he saw him coming.
"Since you've never considered me your disciple, and we don't really have a master-disciple relationship, then from now on we have no relationship." Feng Ye looked at him with a firm gaze. "I've been grateful for your 'teachings' over the past two years, but I've also helped you with a lot of chores. I'll just consider this as repaying your kindness. From now on, we'll have nothing to do with each other."
After saying this, Feng Ye turned around and left without caring about the old butcher's expression.
He was alone, homeless and uncaring.
The monk didn't even need to pack his luggage. He walked alone and cleanly, and soon left the Alchemy Hall and disappeared from the old butcher's sight.
The old butcher was completely dumbfounded. He looked at Feng Ye's back in disbelief.
How dare he leave like this!
Didn't he want to learn alchemy? He had already been studying here for two years. How could he dare to leave before he had learned the real skills? How could he be willing to leave?
Could it be that just because of a few words from that yellow-haired girl, he changed his mind and felt that he was unreliable?
"Haha, look at the old butcher's face..."
"He's probably pissed off."
"Serves him right! No wonder Xiao Feng ran away after he bullied her like that."
"It's really satisfying."
…
Ning Zhishui sent a sound transmission note to her aunt, making an appointment to meet tomorrow afternoon, and then she went to the training hall again.
The training hall here is not popular. Perhaps many of the people here are disciples of the Hexian Sect. They can practice directly in the sect and there is no need to spend this money.
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