Chapter 295: Generation Difference
In the world of martial arts, various techniques have always been divided into different grades.
Just like the Iron Sand Palm and Flying Cloud Leg Techniques practiced by Su Chuanping, they were all yellow-grade martial arts without exception, and were at the same level as Ning Daoran's Silver Dragon Spear Technique. It was just that it was impossible for them to practice the yellow-grade martial arts to return to their original state.
Resources in the world of cultivating immortals are extremely scarce, and so are resources for martial arts. In order to obtain superior martial arts, the so-called masters and martial immortals would fight to the point of being bloodied.
Long Wushan is known as the overlord of martial arts because of his heavenly Dragon Demon Heart Sutra, while Su Chuanping, the owner of a martial arts gym in the mortal world, can naturally only practice some yellow-level martial arts.
In order to practice martial arts, those crazy martial artists would try every possible means. Some even rubbed their faces with sea salt, squeezed their bodies with iron filings, and used all kinds of conceivable means to temper their bodies.
Therefore, Su Chuanping did not go astray in his practice of Iron Sand Palm, but was trying to "poison" the Iron Sand Palm he was practicing. Therefore, he added various poisonous herbs to the sandbags and woks. In this way, his palms were soaked in poison, and in the future, hitting people with Iron Sand Palm would not only be painful, but also cause endless troubles.
Cats have their ways, mice have their ways. This is the only way for a martial arts gym owner who is at the bottom of the martial arts world to improve himself.
"Doctor Ning..."
Su Mei pursed her red lips and said, "Can my father's injury... be cured?"
"I can try."
Ning Daoran waved his sleeves and said, "All of you get out."
"yes!"
Everyone left the hut.
Ning Daoran started treatment immediately.
He was not some miraculous doctor who made his living purely by practicing the Changqing Jue. However, Su Chuanping's physical poisoning required special treatment. So Ning Daoran planned to create a precedent for surgical operations in the Eastern Wasteland Immortal Cultivation World on this day! "Shua shua shua~~~"
Two golden swords whizzed out, and Ning Daoran exhaled a breath of Samadhi True Fire to burn the sword blades to disinfect them first.
Afterwards, he manipulated the golden sword to cut open the flesh on Su Chuanping's arms. Both of his arms had been severely poisoned, and the poisonous blood had to be drained first, otherwise even the gods could not save him.
After the poisonous blood was released, Ning Daoran began to "scrape the bones to cure the poison."
Su Chuanping was considered a blessed man as the golden sword scraped his bones. He kept frowning while sleeping, as if he could feel the immense pain.
After scraping the bone, Ning Daoran took back the golden sword and fed Su Chuanping a fine real blood pill to replenish his blood and prolong his life. He then took out gauze to help him re-bandage the wound and used the Changqing Jue to help the wound heal.
After this series of procedures, color finally appeared on Su Chuanping's face.
…
"Come in." He flicked his sleeves and opened the door.
"father!"
Outside, Su Mei walked in quickly. After seeing that Su Chuanping's complexion had improved a lot, she was immediately surprised and happy. She immediately knelt down again and said, "Doctor Ning, you are really a miracle doctor!"
"Su Mei, no need to be so polite, get up."
"yes."
Ning Daoran frowned: "Everyone go out, Master Su needs to rest."
"yes!"
After everyone left.
Su Chuanping slowly opened his eyes. He had heard what had just been said: "Mr. Ning's medical skills are superb. I will always remember your life-saving grace and will never forget it..."
"polite."
Ning Daoran said, "Master Su, please do not try to poison the Iron Sand Palm again. This method will not only disgust your opponent, but will also cause irreparable damage to your own body. I hope Master Su will think twice."
"yes."
Su Chuanping's old face turned red, feeling quite ashamed.
In this case, Su Chuanping was not suitable to move, so he temporarily lived in the pharmacy.
Su Mei came to deliver meals and dishes every day, and became familiar with Ning Daoran. She no longer called him Doctor Ning, but started calling him Brother Ning. Ning Daoran found this name quite comfortable to hear.
A few days later, Su Chuanping was able to get out of bed and play chess with Ning Daoran in the yard, and the two gradually became familiar with each other.
"Old Su, do you have any shame? Did you hide my horse?"
"Mr. Ning, please don't accuse a good person. I, Su Chuanping, have lived an upright life and have excellent chess skills. I have never done anything that would bring shame upon myself... Ahem, I regret my move, three steps back!"
"Old Su, let's make a rule from now on that we can only regret one step at most."
"Mr. Ning is going too far..."
Whenever the two of them played chess, Su Mei would be by their side, smiling from time to time.
"Mr. Ning."
Su Chuanping stroked his arm and said with a smile, "My injury has healed, and it's time for me to return to the martial arts hall. In order to thank you for saving my life, I have specially prepared a table of good wine and food. I would like to invite you to the banquet tomorrow night. What do you think?"
"Can."
Ning Daoran nodded. It made sense for him to not go when someone else invited him to a meal. Besides, he had a good impression of Su Chuanping and Su Mei, father and daughter. Su Chuanping was a straightforward person, and Su Mei was also an intelligent woman.
So, that day Su Chuanping left the pharmacy with the help of Su Mei.
The next day, Ning Daoran closed the drugstore and took Dabenlu and Chi Susu to the Su family martial arts hall for a banquet.
At night, the martial arts hall was brightly lit. Many disciples in the hall showed respect when they saw Ning Daoran coming, except for a square-faced man who crossed his arms with a cold look in his eyes.
This man's name is Zhong Liang, a martial artist in the early stage of the Nascent Soul Realm. He has a very high talent for martial arts. He is the eldest senior brother of the Su Family Martial Arts School and Su Chuanping's favorite student.
Moreover, Zhong Liang and Su Mei grew up together as childhood sweethearts. In fact, Su Chuanping had long intended to marry Su Mei to Zhong Liang. In the future, when he is old, the two of them will manage the martial arts school together and carry forward the Su family martial arts school.
However, during this period of time, Su Mei often went to the pharmacy and praised Ning Daoran very much, which made Zhong Liang very unhappy.
At the wine table.
After Zhong Liang toasted, he smiled meaningfully and said, "I wonder where Doctor Ning's hometown is?"
"Qingzhou, what's wrong?"
"The rules in Doctor Ning's hometown are so strange that they can tolerate a spiritual beast eating at the same table. This is quite rare." Zhong Liang raised the corner of his mouth slightly, with provocation in his eyes.
Ning Daoran snorted coldly: "Lao Lu is my brother and always eats with me."
"Even so, Dr. Ning should understand that the guest should follow the host's wishes."
Zhong Liang smiled faintly: "But it doesn't matter. Doctor Ning saved Master, so he is the benefactor of our Su Family Martial Arts School. It doesn't matter much if the spirit beast eats at the table."
“Zhong Liang!”
Su Chuanping frowned and said, "It's just a few glasses of wine, and you're already drunk?"
"Yes, Master, I made a mistake. I will make an apology to Doctor Ning right now!" Zhong Liang stood up shakily: "Doctor Ning, I made a mistake just now. I hope you won't take it to heart."
"Oh?"
The big stupid deer turned around and glanced at Ning Daoran. This man was so weird and annoying. Should he kick him to death? "Forget it."
Ning Daoran shook his head and said in a voice transmission: "Killing this kind of trash will dirty your hooves. We are seniors and masters, we should behave like seniors, and we also have to give Lao Su some face."
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
The big stupid deer nodded in agreement.
As a result, the meal was tasteless. After eating, the two men and the deer went out and returned to the medicine shop.
"Brother Ning!"
In the darkness of the night, Su Mei chased out.
She held a big apple in her hand, and she stepped forward and stuffed it into Ning Daoran's hand, saying with a smile: "Senior Brother Zhong was not like this originally. I don't know what medicine he took wrong today. I hope Brother Ning will not bother with him. I'll give you a very sweet fruit to calm you down!"
"Yeah, it's okay."
Ning Daoran nodded and smiled: "Su Mei, you go back. We will also go back to the medicine shop. We have to open it in the evening."
"good!"
Su Mei stood under the tree in front of the martial arts hall and watched Ning Daoran and others walk away.
Ning Daoran fed the apples to the white deer. The big stupid deer ate with sharp eyes. The fruits given by others were indeed sweeter!
…
Life in Jicheng was very peaceful.
Dabenlu, Chi Susu and Xiaobai are running the medicine shop diligently, while Ning Daoran is constantly exploiting the labor of those substitute paper figures. There is no 996 for these paper figures. They work day and night and never have holidays. When their magic power is almost consumed, Ning Daoran will naturally come to replenish their magic power.
Things were relatively peaceful at the Su family martial arts gym. In his free time, Su Chuanping would often come over with a pot of wine, a few chickens, or a big fish, and play a few games of chess with Ning Daoran under a tree. The dishes were prepared by Dabenlu and Su Mei.
So, spring goes and winter comes, and in the blink of an eye, another year has passed.
This year, Ning Daoran was 204 years old, and he finally cultivated the Dragon Demon Heart Sutra to the ninth level, which was one level higher than Nie Shentong.
He was a little worried that Nie Shentong would die of old age in the mountain, so he began to plan when to go up the mountain.
Little New Year's Eve.
The lights in the backyard of the medicine shop were on brightly. Su Chuanping and Su Mei brought a lot of wine and meat, saying that since they couldn't spend New Year's Eve with Ning Daoran, they must come over for Little New Year's Eve.
So, Ning Daoran and Dabenlu personally took charge of the cooking and prepared a very sumptuous dinner.
This meal even used ingredients such as purple jade spiritual rice, spiritual chicken, spiritual sheep, golden dragon spiritual carp, and even the alcohol they drank was replaced with spiritual wine, which shocked the Su father and daughter.
Especially Su Mei, she is a cultivator in the late Qi Refining stage, so she naturally knows how precious the things Ning Daoran took out are.
In the pharmacy, Ning Daoran's cultivation had been suppressed and unclear. It was not until this moment that Su Mei began to suspect that this Brother Ning might have already reached the foundation-building stage.
After three rounds of drinking, Su Chuanping's face turned red, which was unusual for him. He must have drunk too much.
"Old Su!"
Ning Daoran said: "I see that Su Mei has a good foundation in cultivating immortals. Have you ever thought about sending Su Mei to the mountains to cultivate immortals?"
"To be honest, I really don't have any."
Su Chuanping asked: "If Mei'er goes to the mountain, who will inherit the Su family martial arts school?"
"oops……"
Ning Daoran said with disdain: "You speak as if your Su family martial arts school is very big..."
“Hahahaha~~~”
Su Chuanping laughed knowingly: "No matter what, it's all the hard work of our ancestors!"
"Dad, the generations are messed up!"
Su Mei glanced at her father and said with a smile, "I was the one who called you Brother Ning, why are you calling me Brother Xian?"
Su Chuanping's face was flushed: "It's okay, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, we can talk about our own things..."
Soon after, they were full and satisfied.
Su Mei said goodbye and helped the staggering Su Chuanping back to the martial arts hall. In the wind and snow, Su Chuanping patted his forehead and kept wondering, "What kind of wine is this? Why is it so intoxicating?"
Su Mei looked helpless: "Dad, what Brother Ning treated us to today are all good things, you should be content."
…
Late at night, the wind and snow still did not stop.
Ning Daoran was wearing a blue shirt, a hood, and carrying a big gun as he went up the mountain.
(End of this chapter)