His daughter's words gave Ren Muqing new ideas.
Perhaps it was the daughter who spoke out her most hidden thoughts.
Over the years, she has become accustomed to giving to her children and taking care of her husband, while she has become a woman in the harem.
Perhaps because she knew her talents were not as good as her husband's, she got used to playing the role of "assistant" and taking care of household chores, first with her eldest son, then with her second son, and then with her daughter...
Raise one, send him to the sect, and then the next one.
When her daughter joined the sect, her husband returned to the Ning family and began to be busy with clan affairs.
She stood silently behind him, taking care of household affairs for him. When she had spare time, she would close the door and make elixirs, ignoring worldly affairs.
If her daughter hadn't pointed these out specifically, she would probably have been content to stay in the backyard and just stare at her husband's back.
But...why can't her world be more exciting?
The children and my younger sister all have their own sect life, with countless friends and rich lives.
My husband also met some friends from all over the world while doing business. He met this one today and that one tomorrow... Even though he didn't spend a lot of time on cultivation, he still made rapid progress because of the existence of the immortal bone.
What about yourself?
Is it going to be like this forever, living in the inner house, concentrating on refining elixirs, and gradually the world will be left with only this little piece of land?
If everyone around you is moving forward and constantly seeing new scenery, then am I actually moving backward, trapped in a small space, with a vision as narrow as a frog in a well?
Ren Muqing was walking on the road, asking himself a question -
If life in the next few years remains the same as it is now, will you be happy?
A female monk in black with long hair tied up high, a strong waist and long legs, walked hurriedly with a sharp sword in hand, and a faint smell of blood could be smelled on her body.
Her face was tough, although she showed signs of fatigue and had scars on her shoulders and neck, but her eyes were like a sword with high fighting spirit.
Ren Muqing's eyes were involuntarily attracted by her, and he couldn't help but follow her all the way, watching her go into the shop to buy medicine, hurriedly eat something to replenish her strength, and then leave the city again with a sword.
She had the answer.
Turning around, Ren Muqing walked to the Beiyu City Alchemy Association under the maid's surprised gaze.
"Excuse me, where is the president? I want to become an alchemist in the alchemy association. I wonder what kind of tests I need to pass?"
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Ning Zhishui left home and went to Zhengyang Sect.
Zhengyang Sect is quite far from Beiyu City, and Ning Zhishui spent a lot of money to take the teleportation array.
She recalled her most impoverished days, when she was indeed very frugal. To nearby places, let alone a teleportation array, she probably just flew on her own sword.
Why not use a flying instrument? Because controlling a sword doesn't cost extra money, but riding a flying instrument does require crystals.
Moreover, the larger the flying magic weapon, the more crystals it consumes.
Looking back on the past days, Ning Zhishui did not feel unbearable, but instead felt that they were quite inspiring and exciting.
Anyway, it's all over.
After arriving at Zhengyang Sect, Ning Zhishui wandered around the market outside the mountain gate.
She just wandered around, looking around, and bought anything she liked.
But she didn't take action very often, and mainly just watched the people passing by.
After looking for a long time without any "gains", Ning Zhishui frowned, then went to a teahouse, sat on the open-air seat outside, and drank tea boredly.
After a while, her eyes lit up.
They were two male disciples. They seemed to have just left the sect and had just arrived at the market town. They were chatting while trying to find a restaurant to eat.
One of them was dressed in blue, the other in purple. Both had elegant figures and stood out in the crowd.
Ning Zhishui stared at the face of one of them, examined him again and again, and finally confirmed that he had not recognized the wrong person.
So she stood up decisively, walked towards the two of them, and then bowed, "Excuse me, is this Senior Brother Yu Wanfeng?"
Yu Wanfeng was stunned. "I am... Junior Sister, and you are?"
He stared at Ning Zhishui again and again, becoming more and more confused.
I have never seen her before.
"I saw you from afar when I came to visit my second brother last time. At that time, I felt that Senior Brother Yu was a rare talent, and he was particularly dazzling in the crowd. I even asked my second brother who you were, and he told me your identity." Ning Zhishui smiled harmlessly, "What a coincidence, seeing you again today."
Uh, that's how it is.
Yu Wanfeng's ears turned red from the compliment. He said embarrassedly, "Junior sister, you're too kind. I didn't know your second brother was..."
"His name is Ning Chengfeng, and he's a disciple of Senior-Master Zhao Zhengqi." Ning Zhishui said this with a hint of anger. "I don't know what he's doing. He didn't respond to my voice transmissions, and I can't get into the mountain gate by myself. I've been wandering around outside for a long time, and I'm starving."
"So you're Uncle Zhao's disciple." The disciple next to Yu Wanfeng smiled. "Although we're not on the same peak, we're pretty close. We'll call someone for you when we get back."
"Thank you so much, senior brother. What is your name?" Ning Zhishui asked him.
"My name is Deng Xi, you can just call me Brother Deng." The man smiled, revealing a row of white teeth.
"Brother Deng, Brother Yu, I'm going to bother you to find my second brother for me. How about I treat you to a meal as a token of my gratitude?" Ning Zhishui pointed to a restaurant. "This one's perfect. I saw a constant stream of people when I was walking around just now. It must be delicious."
"You can have dinner, but it doesn't make sense for Junior Sister to treat you. Let's go and eat together, but you don't need to pay."
Deng Xi shook his head, tapped Ning Zhishui's shoulder with the hilt of his sword, and pushed her in.
During the meal, Ning Zhishui naturally asked them about his second brother, but perhaps because Ning Chengfeng's performance in the past was too ordinary, he did not catch the eyes of these two people, so they did not recognize him.
Ning Zhishui certainly knew Yu Wanfeng's identity——
There are only two most outstanding young disciples in the entire Zhengyang Sect. One is the daughter of the Sect Master, known as the Senior Sister, and the other is Yu Wanfeng, a genius with a single spiritual root.
However, Yu Wanfeng is not yet famous. He is just well-known within the sect, and not many people outside know him.
Deng Xi, who can get close to Yu Wanfeng, must be no ordinary disciple.
That's better.
"By the way, I have always heard of the name of your sect's senior sister, but I don't know if Senior Sister Ming is in the sect today. Can I meet her?" Ning Zhishui asked with anticipation.
The eldest senior sister, named Mingzhen, is extremely famous for her self-learned Su Jue sword technique.
After Ning Zhishui asked, he saw Deng Xi across from him burst into laughter and looked at Yu Wanfeng with a teasing look, "Well... then I'll have to ask Senior Brother Yu!"
Yu Wanfeng blushed, "...If you want to see Mingzhen, I can help you."
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