Chapter 193 Goodbye Chen Ping'er

"it?"

Ou Yeping's expression was stern: "Boy, are you sure this deer can learn hammer skills?"

"Be sure and be certain!"

Ning Daoran saw that there was still suspicion in the old man's eyes, and said, "Old man, if you accept Lao Lu as your last disciple, I dare to guarantee that you will not regret it. It must be the most talented disciple that you have ever accepted in your life."

A golden elixir spirit beast with the blood of a five-colored deer, how could it not have high talent? ! "Boy, don't blow the air out of God's ass!" Ou Yeping said with a smile.

“Ahem…”

Ning Daoran finally understood why this old man was nearly two hundred years old but was only in the middle stage of foundation building. He was really disrespectful to heaven!

"Don't worry, old man. Old Deer's talent will never let you down."

"Hmph~~"

Ou Yeping smiled calmly, turned around and picked up a hammer from the pile, and said, "You can stay in the guest room in the backyard today. Sang Ping'an, bring them 20 kilograms of pig iron and teach them the first level of the Wind and Thunder Hammer Technique.

If this deer can forge 20 kilograms of raw iron into wrought iron within three days, I will accept it as my last disciple. If it fails, I'm sorry, but I don't want to keep idle people in my sword-making shop."

"Thank you, old man!"

Ning Daoran clasped his fists in thanks.

Ou Yeping smiled calmly, turned around and left.

…

That night.

Ning Daoran did not go to the guest room to rest, but stayed at the blacksmith's table to forge iron with Dabenlu.

The big stupid deer has already memorized the first level of the Wind Thunder Hammer Technique.

It was breathing heavily, its two hind legs standing in horse stance, its two front legs were full of tendon meat, and one of its deer hooves was shining and easily grasped the hammer handle.

"when!"

When the first hammer fell, the pig iron immediately made a buzzing sound, and the echo continued.

In the distance, Sang Ping'an, who was acting as the shopkeeper's eyes and ears, could not help but be stunned and muttered secretly: "No way, the first hammer was so fast and accurate... Is this deer really that amazing?"

Soon, the big stupid deer brought down hammer after hammer, clanging and deforming a large piece of red-hot pig iron.

As the iron continued to transform, the carbon element in the pig iron continued to burst out, making the remaining iron element more refined.

Ning Daoran scanned the area frantically with his golden elixir consciousness and felt that although blacksmithing was simple, it actually required a lot of knowledge.

After midnight.

When the big stupid deer swung the hammer again, the arc of lifting and dropping the hammer was extremely skillful, and his hammering technique became more and more smooth and round. Soon, a lot of wrought iron was hammered out.

As a result, by the afternoon of the next day, 20 kilograms of pig iron had turned into about 10 kilograms of wrought iron! Ou Yeping was shocked.

He weighed the wrought iron that had melted into a large lump, frowned, and asked, "Is this wrought iron really hammered out by that deer?"

"Seven...Oh no, sir, this is absolutely true!"

Sang Ping'an rubbed his dark circles and said, "I stayed up all night and watched until now. Bai Lu's hammer technique has been practiced quite smoothly. I feel...it should have completely mastered the first level of the wind and thunder hammer technique."

"It's so fast?"

Ouyang Ping was shocked: "Is it true as Ning said, this spirit deer is really gifted!?"

"I think it is true."

"In that case, accept me as your disciple!"

Ou Yeping was also an old foundation-building cultivator with a straightforward personality. After he pushed the door open and walked out, he said, "Ning boy, I am not a person who doesn't keep my word. This white deer... I will accept it as my disciple and teach it the complete Wind and Thunder Hammer Technique. As long as it is diligent enough, it can learn everything I have learned in my life."

"Thank you, old man!"

Ning Daoran immediately kicked the stupid deer: "What are you still standing there for? Kneel down and become my disciple!"

“Ahhh~~”

The big stupid deer hurriedly prostrated himself on the ground and nodded to the old man as if it was a kowtow.

For a moment, the old man laughed heartily: "Well, well, well, it's a rare opportunity for me to accept this last disciple today. Prepare some wine and food, and you won't leave until you are drunk tonight!"

Ning Daoran's eyes lit up. This old man's temper and personality were just right for him!

Ning Daoran took a lot of spiritual wine from Lingpu Cave, and the old man got drunk.

The next day, Dabenlu officially began to learn from his master.

In the blacksmith shop, the old man struck the hammer once and the big stupid deer followed suit, learning exactly, paying great attention to the strength, speed and technique.

…

Ning Daoran, on the other hand, had some free time, so he walked around in the yard. When he was really bored, he picked up a short stick used by the apprentices for practice and performed a set of Silver Dragon Spear Technique.

Suddenly, Sang Ping'an's eyes widened.

"Senior Ning, your stick technique..."

“This is gunmanship.”

Ning Daoran glanced at him: "You want to learn? I'll teach you..."

"ah?!"

Sang Ping'an knelt down on the spot and became his disciple.

“Don’t kneel.”

Ning Daoran used his magic power to lift the other person up and said, "I can teach you stick techniques, but... I don't plan to accept you as a disciple. Based on your qualifications, to be honest, you are not qualified to be my disciple..."

“Ahem…”

Sang Ping'an was a little embarrassed. "What the senior said is very true. I am indeed dull. Otherwise... I, Sang Ping'an, would have learned the old shopkeeper's Wind and Thunder Hammer Technique a long time ago, and perhaps I could have become a sword-forging master in the sword-forging shop."

"oh?"

Ning Daoran was a little puzzled: "Since you are so dull, why did the old man let you stay in the sword-making shop and take up such an important position as a manager?"

“Shh…”

Sang Ping'an lowered his voice and said, "Senior, please don't tell anyone. Actually, the old shopkeeper and I are relatives. He is my seventh uncle from my hometown..."

Ning Daoran was shocked. So that's what it was.

He tapped the storage bag lightly and took out a book of Silver Dragon Spear Skills, saying, "This is the spear skills and mental skills. I don't ask you to become my disciple. Old Deer and I will live here from now on. Please ask Manager Sang to take care of us."

“That’s as it should be!”

Sang Ping'an took the marksmanship diagram and after looking at it for a few seconds, he showed a look of reluctance to let it go.

"Don't rush to practice yet."

Ning Daoran sat in the recliner and asked about the situation of Fan Book City in detail. Sang Ping'an talked incessantly and told them everything he knew, which saved them a lot of trouble.

Fanshu City is a border town where immortal cultivators and warriors gather.

Because it is adjacent to the first-class sect Shenbing Sect, business is extremely hot. There is a Fu Ping Fang in the city, which does a lot of business. In addition, there is a black market that sells all kinds of shady treasures and demon meat.

All in all, the location of Fan Book City is a bit like the "Huanglong Market" of the Divine Weapon Sect.

However, Fan Book City belongs to the imperial court, not the Divine Weapon Sect. It is an independent entity and does not completely rely on the Divine Weapon Sect.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

…

After listening for a long time.

Ning Daoran stood up, dusted off his green shirt, and said with a smile: "Since I have nothing to do, how about asking Manager Sang to lead the way and follow me to Fu Ping Fang?"

“Excellent!”

Sang Ping'an was delighted: "It is my honor to lead the way for Senior Ning!"

Although he was the manager in the sword-making shop, there were eight managers in such a large sword-making shop, four in the front yard and four in the back yard. The managers in the back yard all led disciples with higher talents, so their status and position were higher.

Sang Ping'an is the manager of the front yard, and the more sophisticated weapons in the sword-making shop all come from the back yard.

Therefore, his position as the manager of the front yard not only has little power, but also does not make any money. It is a matter of fact that the old man just gives him a chance to eat because of their relationship.

Therefore, if he could get close to Ning Daoran, a great foundation-building cultivator, Sang Ping'an's status in the sword-making shop would naturally soar!

After all, Ning Daoran was a guest at the sword-making shop, and he was also a foundation-building cultivator. His status was quite high, even second only to the old man.

The old man usually ignored Sang Ping'an, so Sang Ping'an had to find another way and cling to Ning Daoran.

People are coming and going on the street.

Ning Daoran followed Sang Ping'an, passing through the streets and alleys, and finally arrived in front of a huge market.

The facade of this market town is extraordinary, with the three indigo characters "Floating Duckweed Square" inlaid on it. These characters seem to be made of spiritual gems and are extremely luxurious.

There are three floors in the building, and the area inside is extremely large.

Sang Ping'an is a local boss and is very familiar with the place. He walks around with Ning Daoran.

"Senior Ning, the first floor generally doesn't sell any good stuff. They only sell spiritual rice, magic tools, low-level materials, and the like."

"Talismans and materials are sold on the second floor. It is said that they even sell third-level talismans."

"I heard that the backer of this Fu Ping Fang is related to the imperial court. The items sold on the third floor are all spiritual tools, high-grade materials, spiritual medicines and other treasures."

…

Ning Daoran nodded.

The scale and layout of Fu Ping Fang actually gave him a very familiar feeling.

"Fellow Daoist Ning?"

But at this moment, a familiar voice came from behind.

“…”

Ning Daoran was stunned for a moment. This voice... he remembered it.

When he turned around, it felt like a glance that lasted for a million years.

A gorgeous woman in a white dress was standing not far away. Her pretty face was as delicate as jade without a single flaw. Her figure was tall and slender, and she exuded the aura of a foundation-building woman. She was no different from the fairies practicing in the mountains.

"Chen... Chen Ping'er?"

Ning Daoran was stunned.

"It's really you, Fellow Daoist Ning..."

Chen Ping'er's beautiful eyes instantly turned red, and tears welled up in them.

If there weren't so many people here, she might have thrown herself into Ning Daoran's arms.

…

Fu Ping Fang, a private room.

Chen Ping'er raised her hand and set up several restrictions.

As usual, Ning Daoran added a few more formation restrictions.

"It has been sixteen years since we parted at Xiyu Pavilion."

Chen Ping'er's eyes were slightly red: "I didn't expect that I could see you again in Fanshu City... I'm really... a little happy..."

"Indeed, it has been too long since we last saw Xiyu Pavilion."

Ning Daoran said, "At the beginning, Fellow Daoist Chen's whereabouts were unknown. I thought you had been killed by the Nine Cloud Sect cultivators, but I didn't expect to meet you here again. At that time...what happened?"

“It’s hard to put it into words.”

Chen Ping'er smiled bitterly: "When the Jiuyun Sect attacked Xiyu Pavilion, Fairy Yunlan and Mu Xue joined forces to stop the Jindan Daxiu, which gave me a chance to escape. Later, Xiyu Pavilion was captured, and I was seriously injured and dared not return. In the end, I ended up here and founded the next Fupingfang, which has been running till now..."

Ning Daoran didn't ask about the capital, in case... it would be bad if it ruined the mood.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, how did you come to Fanshu City?"

"I have already quit the Chaos Sect and have been traveling around the world with Old Deer. I just happened to come here and will probably stay here for a while."

"That's great."

Chen Ping'er's eyes lit up, and she smiled faintly: "With the company of fellow Taoists, I am no longer alone in this Fanshu City!"

(End of this chapter)