Chapter 212 Speak louder, I can’t hear you!

Sword forging shop.

Sang Ping'an still had a piece of black mourning cloth tied around his arm.

He is one of the descendants of Ou Yeping's side branch, and it is said that he should call Ou Yeping "seventh uncle".

Although Ning Daoran was a little confused as to how two people who were separated by more than a hundred years could work out the generational status of his seventh great uncle, there are all kinds of strange things in the world and there is no need to understand them all.

"Sang Ping'an."

Ning Daoran pointed to the wooden box on the table and said, "Bai Lu and I are both immortals. We will not covet the wealth of the world, nor will we stay in Fanshu City for too long. But the old man handed over the sword-making shop to me before he died, so I still hope that the sword-making shop can continue to prosper.

The shopkeeper's badge and the title deed to the sword-making shop are all in the box. I plan to let you be the shopkeeper of the sword-making shop from today on. What do you think?"

"ah?"

Sang Pingan was slightly startled: "I...I...Senior Ning, the owner of the sword-making shop, must be a sword-making master with profound hammering skills, but I...my hammering skills are mediocre, but my spear skills are remarkable..."

"You're wrong. In fact, your marksmanship is just average."

Sang Ping'an's old face turned red.

"However, the owner of a sword-making shop does not necessarily have to be a famous or divine craftsman. In my opinion, what is more important is to be able to run the sword-making shop well, to retain the hearts of the people, and to make the existing sword-making masters willingly stay and work hard for the sword-making shop."

Ning Daoran narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I think you are very talented in this area, so you are more suitable to be the owner of the sword-making shop than me. Besides, the old man is your elder, so it is reasonable for him to pass the sword-making shop to you."

"yes!"

Sang Ping'an immediately knelt down and said, "I will never let you down."

"good."

Ning Daoran took out a specially made second-grade paper figurine from his bosom and said, "Keep this paper figurine. Remember, you cannot open it unless it is a life-or-death situation."

"yes!"

Sang Pingan took the paper figure with both hands and said, "Senior, this paper figure..."

"When you or the Sword Forge Shop is in a life-or-death crisis, inject a stream of magic power into this paper man, and it will protect you. But you don't have to rely too much on it. This paper man has the combat power of an early foundation building period, and it is only effective for a short period of thirty years. So the future of the Sword Forge Shop still depends on how you, Sang Ping'an, plan and control the overall situation."

The magic power refined in the second-grade paper figures will almost dissipate after thirty years, so there is such a thing as an "expiration date".

"Thank you, senior!"

Sang Ping'an nodded. When he became the shopkeeper, the look in his eyes had changed.

…

A few months later, the end of the year is approaching.

Ning Daoran planned to leave Fanshu City with Lao Lu after the Chinese New Year when spring came and flowers bloomed.

Next stop, Yizhou Bailong Fairy City.

Next to the White Dragon Fairy City, there is a huge inland sea called Tianluo Sea. In the Tianluo Sea, there is a kind of spiritual fish called "Golden Dragon Spirit Carp". Once the Golden Dragon Spirit Carp reaches a certain age, it can be used as a medicine for True Blood Pills! Ning Daoran has been coveting the True Blood Pills for a long time. At present, the big stupid deer, the little black, and the green water turtle are in great need of the True Blood Pills. Even if there are surpluses, even the fire-eating ants can devour the True Blood Pills to speed up their advancement!

A few days later, the sound of firecrackers rang out throughout the city.

Sword forging shop.

Ning Daoran sat in the house with his sleeves rolled up, and the snow was flying outside. He said, "The sound of firecrackers bids farewell to the old year, and the blooming chrysanthemums welcome the new year..."

“Ahhh~~~”

On the side, the big stupid deer narrowed his eyes, thinking that the eldest brother was well-educated and could speak eloquently.

"Fellow Daoist Ning."

At this time, a fairy in a white robe appeared in the yard. It was Chen Ping'er. She was holding an umbrella and standing in the snow, which once again made Ning Daoran feel like he had fallen in love with her at first sight.

This girl, Chen Ping'er... is too charming and can easily confuse one's mind. We must leave quickly! "Daoyou Chen."

Ning Daoran smiled and said, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay, it's okay."

Chen Ping'er smiled and said, "I just thought that Brother Ning doesn't have any relatives in Fanshu City, and I don't have any relatives in Fanshu City either. This New Year's Eve, why don't you come to my Fupingfang and Ping'er will cook a few of my specialties for you. What do you think?"

"Can."

Ning Daoran said: "But I have to bring the old deer with me."

"Of course!"

…

Duckweed House.

No business was open on New Year's Eve, and there will be no business today.

The backyard of the square.

Chen Ping'er took off her fairy dress, put on an apron, washed her hands and made soup.

Ning Daoran and Dabenlu are both very good at cooking, and they also have the utensils in Lingpu Cave.

then……

The big stupid deer made a pot of dumplings with his hands.

Ning Daoran made a hot pot on the spot, picked seasonal vegetables directly from the Lingpu Cave, and slaughtered a spiritual sheep.

Not long after, in a private room in Fu Ping Fang.

It was snowing heavily outside, but people were eating dumplings and enjoying mutton hotpot inside.

"This is what I have experienced over the years..."

After a few cups of spirit wine, Chen Ping'er was slightly tipsy, with a blush on her pretty face: "This is the most comfortable year I have had in all these years. Fellow Daoist Ning, I really hope you are here every year."

"pity."

Ning Daoran said in a disheartening tone, "Lao Lu and I will leave Fanshu City in the spring and continue to travel the world...Fellow Daoist Chen, this is probably the last meal we have together before we leave."

“I see…”

A trace of disappointment flashed across Chen Ping'er's eyes, and she immediately smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. I wish you to achieve the Daoist Infant Condensation soon and attain the Dao!"

"Thank you very much."

Soon after, night fell.

Red lights were lit up in the city, especially in the brothel across the street, which was still open for business.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Ning Daoran smelled a smell of blood, so he spread his spiritual sense and found that a man in the brothel was going crazy. Not only had he stripped two brothel girls naked, but there were also two headless corpses under his feet.

It was Mo Xinglie again! This man was extremely drunk, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was going crazy. Even the servants around him could not stop him.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen brothel women turned into corpses.

"It's really boring!"

Mo Xinglie walked out of the second floor of the brothel, and fiercely threw a naked brothel girl in his arms into the building. He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered, "A bunch of lowly slaves, their death is not worth it!"

Killing someone on New Year's Eve, Mo Xinglie is really arrogant! "Fellow Daoist Ning."

Chen Ping'er frowned slightly and transmitted the message: "I heard that Mo Xinglie practiced a secret technique to strengthen his soul, called the Soul Control Technique, but this technique has great side effects and will change the practitioner's mentality. Mo Xinglie's character was probably affected by this technique, which is why he became so cruel and brutal.

The reason why he practiced the Soul-Captivating Technique was actually instructed by Mo Yunting, in order to strengthen his soul and hope to practice the Divine Weapon Sect's unique Cloud Thunder Technique to perfection. This is why Mo Yunting has always indulged Mo Xinglie. "

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

"Um."

Ning Daoran nodded. He had always had a bad overall impression of the Divine Weapon Sect.

The pattern is too small to comment.

"Huh?"

In the snow, Mo Xinglie held a wine pot in one hand and a long sword in the other. He glanced and said with a smile, "Isn't this Fairy Chen from Fu Ping Fang? Fairy, come and have a drink with me, young master. Come quickly."

"Mr. Mo, you are drunk."

Chen Ping'er stood up and bowed, smiling, "You followers, why don't you quickly help Master Mo return to the sect? Today is New Year's Eve, and it's time for family reunion."

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Several attendants said in succession: "Sir, please go back to the sect. It is getting late. If you don't go back today, the sect master will definitely be angry."

"The old man is angry if he wants to be angry, why should I be afraid of him?"

Mo Xinglie's eyes were still fixed on Chen Ping'er, and he smiled and said, "This young master has played with countless women, but I have never tasted a beauty like Fairy Chen. Fairy Chen...why don't you obey me and become my concubine? Don't worry, I will never treat you unfairly."

"Mr. Mo, you are joking. How can I be so blessed as to be so blessed?"

"Bitch!"

Mo Xinglie's face immediately changed, and he said with a sinister look, "Stop being so shameless. Do you think you are a chaste woman? Don't you think about how you opened Fu Ping Fang? If you didn't offer yourself to someone else, how could you have a place in Fan Shu City? Now you are pretending to be like this!"

He looked sternly: "Today, you must warm my bed, or you will end up like those slaves!"

Chen Ping'er's face turned pale.

"well……"

Ning Daoran sighed: "Originally, I didn't want to provoke this karma, but it happened to me anyway. It seems that I can only enforce justice on behalf of heaven today!"

As he spoke, he stood up and said, "Mo Xinglie, if you can survive three of my punches, I will let you live!"

"What?!"

Mo Xinglie couldn't help laughing out loud, picking his ears and asking, "Who the hell are you? How dare a useless person in the initial stage of foundation building from a sword-making shop say such things to me? Three punches, so what if I take thirty of your punches? What can you do to me?"

…

"Fellow Daoist Ning..."

Chen Ping'er gritted her teeth, shook her head slowly, and said in a voice transmission: "Don't offend this person... He has the huge Red Leaf Valley Divine Weapon Sect behind him..."

"fine."

Ning Daoran has made a full assessment. If Mo Yunting wants to avenge this son of a bitch, he doesn't mind helping Mo Yunting to be reincarnated together. What leader of the Divine Weapon Sect is he? He's just a piece of stinky dog ​​shit!

When facing this kind of sect, you shouldn't care about morality, you should just do whatever you want! Destroy his mountain gate, destroy his Taoist lineage, cut off his inheritance, rob his treasures, annihilate his entire clan, and take away his mistress, elder sister, and younger sister!

“Buzz!”

In an instant, Ning Daoran disappeared from the second floor of Fu Ping Fang, and the moment he reappeared, he was already ten meters in the air. A punch that broke the wind and thunder fell from the sky, carrying countless snowflakes!

"you……"

Mo Xinglie was horrified and quickly raised his arms to block!

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the body of the young master of the Divine Weapon Sect instantly sank several meters underground in the broken street, and his arms were instantly broken. The opponent's strength was far beyond the ability of a late foundation building master like him! "You..."

Mo Xinglie's pupils contracted violently: "Golden Pill?!"

Ning Daoran’s second punch fell from the sky!

Since he had made his move, he had no intention of leaving any room for maneuver. The words "slight punishment" had been completely deleted from his dictionary since he reached the stage of Dan formation.

"boom--"

The ground suddenly sank, snowflakes flew up from the sky, and the heaven and earth seemed to have stopped because of this punch.

In a pit at least ten meters deep, Mo Xinglie's face was severely deformed. Just two punches almost killed him on the spot.

"What did you say?"

Ning Daoran landed, stepped on Mo Xinglie's chest, leaned close to his ear and asked, "You asked me what I could do to you just now? How about now? Do I have the ability to do anything to you?"

"Senior...Senior Ning..."

Mo Xinglie spurted blood from his mouth and said indistinctly, "I know I was wrong... Please let me live..."

"Speak louder, I can't hear you!"

Ning Daoran’s third punch landed.

"Bang!"

The human head exploded, turning into red and white liquid all over the ground.

(End of this chapter)