Chapter 278 The old shopkeeper is gone

After passing through an alley, Ning Daoran had disguised himself as Jianjia Sanren.

When he walked to the front of the stall, Xu Xinghe's pupils contracted violently, and he recognized him.

"Senior Huo Yuan San Ren... that's not right..."

With a guilty look on his face, he said, "I should have called you Senior Jianjia."

"It seems that fellow Daoist knows everything." Ning Daoran said calmly.

"Exactly."

Xu Xinghe clasped his fists lightly, his face showing shame, and said: "Back then, although I tried my best to dissuade the ancestor, the ancestor had made up his mind, and it was not something that a junior like me could change."

"It doesn't matter."

Ning Daoran said: "I have killed your ancestor, so this matter has come to an end."

"What?"

Xu Xinghe's pupils contracted: "Ancestor...was the ancestor killed by the senior?"

"Didn't expect that?"

Ning Daoran said it lightly, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him: "When the seven-colored peacock first descended on the White Dragon Immortal City, your ancestor did not die. He released false news. But the second time the seven-colored peacock descended on the White Dragon Immortal City, it was repelled by the Nascent Soul cultivators of the Immortal Killing Tower. Then I met your ancestor Xu Changyang.

He set an ambush on the way back to the Seven-Colored Peacock, but unfortunately he didn't expect me to suddenly appear. Xu Changyang's body was burned by me, and his Nascent Soul was also refined by me. This is the luck he earned for your Xu family."

The Nascent Soul of the Xu family's ancestor was actually fed to the Green-Robed Lady.

After Ning Daoran had read almost all of the memories of the Xu family's ancestor, the other party's Nascent Soul had become worthless. Moreover, after being repeatedly searched, the Nascent Soul was extremely weak and was finally swallowed alive by the Green-clothed Lady.

After swallowing the Nascent Soul, the Qingyi Lady almost broke through! "Senior Jianjia..."

Xu Xinghe lowered his head and said, "In the battle of White Dragon Immortal City, I was injured by a demon beast and fell directly from the foundation building stage to the ninth level of Qi Refining. Now I am probably like this. If you want to kill me, go ahead. This is what my Xu family deserves."

"I didn't mean to kill you."

Ning Daoran said, "On the contrary, you tried your best to dissuade Xu Changyang. Just for this matter, I should actually thank you. Although the Xu family has fallen, at least it has not been completely wiped out. There is still a chance for it to make a comeback."

He smiled slightly: "I am looking forward to the Xu family with Xu Xinghe as the head. It will definitely be a different story."

As he spoke, he gently raised his hand and pushed, handing the jade bottle containing a foundation-building pill, a first-grade top-grade magic weapon, and a second-grade top-grade spiritual weapon to Xu Xinghe.

"This was found in your ancestor's storage bag. It may be useful to you. Keep it. I am leaving now. Don't think about revenge, or you will die."

"How dare I, Senior..."

Xu Xinghe's hands were shaking, his ancestor had passed away, his father had died in battle, and after the Xu family declined, they were hunted by many enemies, their ancestral land had been occupied, and most of their relatives had been killed. Xu Xinghe had fallen into a state of ruin, which was the reason he was not killed. He was reduced to the state of immortal city, and dared not go out. He could only set up a stall to sell first-level talismans to survive.

Xu Xinghe would never have considered the things Ning Daoran gave him before, but now... they are treasures to him and a chance to make a comeback.

"Thank you, senior!"

He bowed again.

When Xu Xinghe looked up, Ning Daoran had disappeared. He had already left Bailong Immortal City quietly.

…

A few days later, Qingdian Lake, an endless lake.

"Hometown, I'm back..."

The green turtle was so excited that it dived into the water.

“Ahhh~~”

The big stupid deer and the little black deer also rushed into the water together.

Ning Daoran was so excited that he also took off his green shirt and jumped into the water to take a bath.

On the shore, Xiaobai looked at his solid muscles and well-proportioned body, and her pretty face suddenly blushed slightly. It was a pity that she was just a corpse refiner, and the young master would definitely not look down on her.

After staying at Qingdian Lake for two days, we turned north and headed to Fan Book City.

A few days later, we arrived at Fanshu City.

It was drizzling.

It was spring, and a drizzle moistened the earth. Every peach blossom in the book city was in full bloom, and the scene was breathtakingly beautiful, just like when Ning Daoran came here that year.

Inside the city, a tomb stood alone under a peach tree.

Ning Daoran bought incense, candles and paper money, and worshipped Grandpa Ou Yeping with Dabenlu.

"Old Deer, kneel down and kowtow to Master."

“Ahhh~~”

The big stupid deer knelt down with a plop and kowtowed to the master. Although it was already in the Jindan stage, the master was always the master. In front of Ou Yeping, it would always be the clumsy deer who had just learned how to forge iron.

"Old man..."

Ning Daoran knelt on one knee in front of the tombstone and said with a smile: "It has been forty years since we last met. Old Deer and I have lived a good life in these forty years. We have devoted ourselves to cultivation in the White Dragon Fairy City in Yizhou, caught big fish in the Tianluo Sea, and even witnessed the demeanor of a Yuanying Great Cultivator. In short, these forty years have been very wonderful. I just miss you a little. It would be great if I could have the chance to play chess with you under the jujube tree again."

The spring breeze blew, and the peach branches above my head swayed gently.

That night.

Ning Daoran did not return to the sword-making shop, but drank with Lao Lu in a tavern in the city.

When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, suddenly a bright spiritual light shot up into the sky, and then condensed into a spiritual mist with a radius of several miles in the city.

Someone is trying to form a pill! Ning Daoran sensed the aura of the spiritual mist from a distance and knew who was forming a pill. He did not disturb them, but just watched from a distance, drinking one sip of wine after another.

The spiritual mist was not stable, so I tried the cultivation of a Jindan cultivator...

It is totally incomparable to what Ning Daoran achieved when he first formed the elixir.

In the early morning, the spiritual mist began to waver and finally dissipated, and the pill formation failed.

The man's aura suddenly dropped to the bottom. He must have been seriously injured, or even failed to form a pill, which would shorten his lifespan.

…

In the morning, after eating the buns, Ning Daoran stood up and said, "Old Deer, go meet your old friend? If you don't go now, I'm afraid you won't have the chance anymore."

“Ah~~”

The big stupid deer nodded in agreement.

A man and a deer walked along the street.

Early morning, Duckweed House.

"My dear guest, what would you like to order?"

Inside the alley, the person who greeted him was a young girl in a purple dress. She was very pretty, and even... there was a sense of an old acquaintance between her eyebrows, which made Ning Daoran feel a little familiar.

"No need, I'll find someone."

Ning Daoran clasped his fists lightly and said, "I am Ning Daoran, and I would like to see the owner of Fu Ping Fang, Chen Ping'er. I hope you can inform me on my behalf."

"ah?"

The girl was surprised: "You...you are the Senior Ning that Master often mentioned? But...Master..."

"Okay, I know everything. Take me to see her."

"Yes, Senior Ning, please follow me."

The girl took Ning Daoran through the front hall and came to the backyard.

The backyard has a great view, with peach blossoms and drizzling rain.

In the living room, a woman in a beige dress walked out. As always, it was Chen Ping'er.

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

However, Chen Ping'er, who failed to form the elixir, looked extremely pale and had a very bad complexion. Moreover, the failure to form the elixir had seriously damaged her vitality, so that her life span was almost gone.

“You’re here…”

Chen Ping'er smiled bitterly: "I thought... I would never see you again in this life..."

"What are you talking about, Mr. Chen?"

Ning Daoran felt distressed when he saw her weak appearance. Chen Ping'er was no longer as smart and capable as before. Although she still looked like a beautiful young woman, in fact, her mentality was like that of an old woman.

"Ning'er, serve tea."

"Yes, Master!"

The girl in purple served the spiritual tea and then stood aside.

"Her name is Ji Ning..."

When Chen Ping'er looked at the purple-dressed girl, her eyes were full of doting, and she said, "She is my last disciple, and also my most satisfied disciple... It's a pity... I don't have much time left, and I can't teach her anything anymore."

Ning Daoran took a glance.

With fifth-grade spiritual roots, in the early stage of foundation building, and only twenty-seven years old, he is indeed an excellent seedling.

"Fellow Daoist Ning, are you in the middle stage of the Golden Core?" Chen Ping'er asked.

"Um."

Ning Daoran nodded.

For a moment, Chen Ping'er felt even more complicated. She had failed to form the golden elixir, but Ning Daoran had steadily advanced to the middle stage of the golden elixir.

However, Chen Ping'er would not be jealous. Ning Daoran was different from others. Not to mention being promoted to the middle stage of the Golden Core, even if he was promoted to the Nascent Soul or even the Divine Transformation, Chen Ping'er would only be happy for him.

"Ning'er, please go to the front hall. I want to talk to Fellow Daoist Ning."

"Yes, Master!"

Ji Ning bowed and left.

"Old Deer, you should go for a walk too."

Ning Daoran waved his hand, and the big stupid deer followed Ji Ning to the front hall.

In the entire backyard, only Ning Daoran and Chen Ping'er were left.

"My friend, I don't have much time left."

Chen Ping'er suddenly said this, her eyes slightly red.

Ning Daoran suddenly felt as if his heart was pulled.

"Fellow Daoist Ning..."

Chen Ping'er lowered her eyes, looking at the texture of the stone slabs on the ground, and said softly: "These days, I have been thinking that if cultivators really have an afterlife, it would be great. If I could have another chance, I must live a clean life. Only in this way... can I be worthy of you..."

"Chen Daoyou..."

Ning Daoran was stunned.

"Call me Ping'er..."

Chen Ping'er said softly: "Before I leave, I want to listen..."

"Yes, Ping'er."

"Fellow Daoist Ning."

Chen Ping'er frowned slightly and said, "Do you know that there were many times when I couldn't help wanting to marry you and become your bedmate?"

"Ning is stupid..."

"It's fine."

Chen Ping'er chuckled and said, "There is no chance in this life. I hope that in the next life... Ping'er can have this luck and be a pair with fellow Taoist."

Ning Daoran was speechless.

…

At noon, Chen Ping'er invited him to have a meal.

In the afternoon, Ning Daoran took the big stupid deer to the sword-making shop. He should go back and take a look, as some things could not be avoided.

The sword-making shop was filled with smoke and people were coming and going. A group of young disciples were practicing hammering in the open space in the backyard. Among them, a few had good aptitude and were swinging the hammers with a whirring sound. The master craftsman, Big Dumb Deer, was so amazed by their eyes.

A fat steward came out panting and said to the servant: "Senior Ning? Who is he? I don't know him..."

The moment he saw Ning Daoran, the fat steward immediately said respectfully: "Senior, may I ask why you came to my sword-making shop..."

"Is Sang Ping'an here?" Ning Daoran asked.

"Senior, are you looking for the old shopkeeper?"

The fat steward was surprised: "The old shopkeeper died twenty years ago..."

"ah?"

Ning Daoran frowned, and the image of the honest-looking young steward who followed him in Fan Book City emerged in his mind. He didn't expect that he would leave so early.

(End of this chapter)