"how so……"
The troublemaker took the bottle in his hand and felt something wet and cool between his fingers. He was stunned.
Good God, how could he have forgotten this!
He bought this bottle of Biling Liquid on the way here. Originally it was for his wife, so he put it in his clothes, intending to give it to her as soon as he got back.
The reason why he didn't put it in the Qiankun bag was because he was forgetful. His wife was about to go on a long trip, and he was worried about missing the best opportunity.
But who knew that the bottle of this thing was cracked!
"So that's how it is, fellow Taoist. It looks like your problem is your own." The managers all breathed a sigh of relief.
This person made such a fuss, and so many people in the training hall saw it. If it wasn't properly resolved, there was no guarantee that some unpleasant things would spread outside.
It would be best to find out the whole story on the spot.
"I'm sorry, I didn't understand clearly and misunderstood you."
The troublemaker's face turned red. He bowed to everyone, lowered his head and walked away quickly, leaving behind a burst of laughter.
"Thank you very much, otherwise we wouldn't be able to explain this matter." Manager Cen walked over with a smile and bowed to Ning Zhishui. "But how did you guess the reason?"
"Uncle Cen, you're welcome. I've only read similar books, so I just made a random guess. I didn't expect it to be right." Ning Zhishui said.
"A simple verbal thank you is so superficial. Shouldn't you offer a few days of free use of the training hall as a token of your gratitude?"
I'll try to bring it up with him.
Just as Ning Zhishui was pondering how to start, Ning Chengfeng beside him suddenly spoke up, "Hey, Uncle Cen, you see, we have a large family, and there aren't many days left for us to practice here. How about being flexible and letting us stay a few more days?"
Ning Zhishui looked at his second brother in surprise.
【Huh? Why does he think the same as me?】
【He's smart.】
Humph, I’m smart!
Ning Chengfeng held his head high and chest puffed out, feeling very proud.
"this……"
Manager Cen looked embarrassed and looked at the other managers.
Of course, he has no problem with it, but if he renews it, he won't be able to hide it from other managers. Unless everyone agrees, he really doesn't have the authority to do so.
Actually, Ning Zhishui wanted to bring this up in front of all the managers because he knew this.
This is a clear path forward, and as long as the law is not applied to the masses, there won't be any bad consequences.
"Haha, this young Taoist friend has done us such a big favor, it's only right. How about we reward him with the right to use the training room for ten days?" Another steward, Zheng, who was on good terms with steward Cen, spoke first.
"A reward of three or two days would be fine, but isn't ten days a bit too much? So many people want to grab it but can't get it." A fat black manager frowned.
These managers have some "quotas" on hand, which they can use to do favors and earn benefits, which is considered one of the managers' powers.
If they are given ten days at a time, won’t the number of places they have be reduced?
"If today's events don't end successfully, the Hall Master will definitely reprimand us. Ten days is too little, I think." Manager Zheng chuckled. "If you don't want ten days, how about twenty?"
"Zheng Hou, you!"
"Okay, okay, it's just ten days. This is what she deserves. We are not that stingy." Another manager waved his hand and said casually.
"In that case, let's extend it for another ten days." Steward Cen looked at the Ning brothers with a smile, "Consider it a gift from our Steward Hall. No crystals are needed."
"Thank you, Manager Cen!" said Ning Zhishui.
"Thank you, Uncle Cen!" Ning Chengfeng said excitedly.
Ning Zhishui glanced at him when he heard that.
[Silly, calling him uncle in this situation, are you afraid that others won't know how close we are to him?]
[It's fine to just yell when there aren't many people around, but you really don't know how to consider the situation.]
[Luckily, I called the manager. Does that offset the problem?]
Ning Chengfeng: ...
The other managers and the monks who were passing by left when they saw that there was nothing exciting to watch.
Ning Zhishui then walked forward with two Bi Nanhai colored bead bracelets and handed them to Steward Cen and Steward Zheng respectively. "Thank you, Uncle Cen and Uncle Zheng. I made these myself. I'm giving them to Aunt Cen and Sister Zheng. They're sure to like them."
Manager Cen only has a wife and children, but no daughter. Manager Zheng's Taoist partner died early, leaving only one daughter.
"This is such a waste..."
They talked, but looked at each other a few more times.
Although I don’t know much about these jewelry, I seem to have seen some female monks wearing this kind of beads recently, which shows that they are popular.
My wife and daughter will definitely like it when they see it.
"I made this myself, how did it cost me anything? Take it quickly, it won't be nice if someone sees it."
Ning Zhishui stuffed the money into their hands and left with his second brother.
"This little girl is incredible." Manager Zheng clasped his hands together, blocking the light from the beads. "She has a keen eye and is very smart. She can judge the situation and has an outstanding appearance."
"What a pity, he only has five spiritual roots." Manager Cen sighed.
Upon hearing this, Manager Zheng also shook his head, feeling quite regretful.
The five spiritual roots mean the lowest level in the world of immortal cultivation. Normally, cultivating to the fifth or sixth level is their peak.
Even if one has incredible luck, one can only reach the seventh realm. Those who can reach the eighth realm can be counted on one's fingers. And those people are often from extremely outstanding family backgrounds, and their cultivation is all achieved through hard work of their family.
Ning Chengfeng was happy again after he walked out of the steward's hall. "That's great! It's been extended for ten days in one go. My parents will definitely be happy when they know about this."
"Go back and tell my parents to find this practice room when they come." Ning Zhishui said.
"Of course." Ning Chengfeng agreed and then asked his doubts, "Little sister, I noticed that your cultivation seems to be exceptionally fast today, and the spiritual energy around you is also flowing faster. What's going on?"
"Really? I don't know. I'm just practicing normally." Ning Zhishui remained calm.
"Are you sure?" Ning Chengfeng looked suspicious. "I feel like you're lying to me."
"How could that be?"
[What's wrong with lying to you? You don't understand anything anyway. ]
Ning Chengfeng took a deep breath and suddenly felt his hands itchy.
Don’t endure the itch!
He raised his hand, intending to give his little sister a slap on the head as usual.
But as soon as he raised his hand, he met Ning Zhishui's eyes as he looked up at him.
When their eyes met, his own seemed to be submerged in a bottomless sea, mysterious and dangerous, which actually made him feel timid for a moment.
This violent chestnut just won't come down.
"What are you doing?" Ning Zhishui asked him.
"My head...itches."
Ning Chengfeng put his hand on his head and scratched it seriously.
[My second brother is still a bit of a fool.]
[No wonder he believed in his master so completely and was eventually possessed by him.]
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