Chapter 139 Zhou Qingshan
The big stupid deer gently nudged Ning Daoran's shoulder. It knew how its big brother felt and it felt the same way.
"Let's go, we still need to meet."
Ning Daoran sighed, retracted the flying magic weapon, and entered the village through the entrance with the big stupid deer.
“Huh!”
At the entrance of the village, a child with bare buttocks held a lotus leaf in his left hand to shield himself from the rain, and with his right hand grasped a branch, pointed at the man and the deer and said, "You are not from the village, who are you? What are you doing in our Longxiang Village?"
Ning Daoran smiled and said nothing.
The big stupid deer called softly to the child.
"Hmph, you ignored me!" The child stomped his feet angrily.
…
Red Lotus Martial Arts School.
In the rain, there were still a few young men practicing with guns in the martial arts hall. They were practicing the Silver Dragon Spear Technique that Ning Daoran had taught them.
Several young men practiced very seriously, and one of them even achieved some success in the Silver Dragon Spear Technique.
"Sir."
A young man put away his spear and asked, "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"
"Excuse me, is Master Zhou here?" Ning Daoran asked.
"Yes, yes."
The young man turned around and said, "Master, someone is looking for you!"
Soon, a man opened the curtain and walked out. He was a simple-looking man, about forty years old.
He looks somewhat similar to Zhou Tiezhu, but he is not Zhou Tiezhu.
"Sir, you are..."
The man stared at Ning Daoran blankly, then looked at Bai Lu, and instantly said as if struck by lightning: "You...you are my Zhou family's maternal ancestor, Ancestor Ning?"
"Who are you?"
Ning Daoran felt a little uneasy: "Where is Zhou Tiezhu?"
"I……"
The man hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "Zhou Tiezhu is my grandfather. He died of an old injury ten years ago..."
"ah?"
Ning Daoran and Bai Lu were both stunned.
"What about... Little Lotus?"
"I live in the backyard, please follow me!"
Two young men were holding umbrellas to shield Ning Daoran and Bai Lu from the rain.
Behind the martial arts hall, there is a rather elegant courtyard.
A female warrior in a green short shirt walked out. It was Xiao Hehua.
"Brother Ning!"
Her voice and appearance are almost the same as before, except for a few more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.
Logically speaking, Xiao Hehua is nearly eighty years old this year. As a vigorous warrior, even if he takes the Guyan Pill, his appearance will still be more or less affected by his age.
She walked forward and held Ning Daoran's hand without saying a word, and soon her eyes were filled with tears.
At this time, there was no need to say much, Ning Daoran also knew Xiao Hehua's mood.
After fifty years of separation, she almost thought that she would never see Ning Daoran again in this life.
"Brother Ning, please sit down."
Xiao Hehua pulled Ning Daoran into the living room and pressed him into a chair, saying softly, "It's a pity that Zhou Tiezhu passed away ten years ago."
"How did you leave?" Ning Daoran asked.
"For a warrior, the way to survive is to climb higher and higher."
Little Lotus said softly: "In order to keep the position of the martial arts hall master, Zhou Tiezhu practiced the Silver Dragon Spear Technique hard and finally achieved great success. He became famous in several nearby villages. Unfortunately, he practiced too much and lost too much blood and energy.
Plus, I was injured while hunting in the mountains before, so I didn’t make it through that stage…”
She glanced at Ning Daoran and said, "Originally, I should have been the head of the martial arts hall, but... I didn't want to be bothered by the affairs of the head of the martial arts hall, so I passed the martial arts hall to Zhou Tiezhu's grandson, who was the person that Brother Ning saw.
These years, I have lived here alone, and it is quite quiet.”
"Little Lotus..."
Ning Daoran looked at the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and couldn't help feeling distressed: "Have you really not married in these years?"
"Brother Ning..."
Little Lotus looked over with her beautiful eyes and whispered, "Do you think what I said when I was a child was nonsense? Besides, after meeting Brother Ning, do you think I can still be interested in other men?"
Ning Daoran's silence.
“Ah~~”
The big stupid deer cried out, feeling that the atmosphere was a little strange.
"Brother Ning!"
Little Lotus stood up and said with a smile, "When the rain stops, I will take the children from the martial arts school to the pond to catch fish, and then make your favorite braised fish for Brother Ning in the evening!"
"Okay, I'll go with you."
"Um!"
In the evening, a warm dinner.
Little Lotus ate very slowly, fearing that the meal would pass quickly.
…
The next day, everyone went to pay tribute to Zhou Tiezhu.
It was a continuous autumn rain, and in an inconspicuous little grave was buried the little cross-eyed boy from that year.
Ning Daoran suddenly felt like crying.
“Ah~~”
The big stupid deer nudged it, indicating that it didn't need to be too sad.
Afterwards, return to the martial arts hall.
"Little Lotus."
In the room, Ning Daoran flipped his hand and issued a few prohibitions, then took out some pills from his arms and said, "These are pills for replenishing blood and repairing old injuries, and some are for restoring vitality. In addition, this bottle is the most important."
He picked up the longevity pill and said, "This is a longevity pill. It can extend your life. There are three pills in total. You should take one pill every three days. Remember, don't take them all in one go."
"Okay, thank you Brother Ning!"
Xiao Hehua accepted the pill with a look of joy on her face.
"That's right."
Ning Daoran said, "In the afternoon, ask all the children in the village to come here, especially those under the age of 20 from your Zhou and Chen families. I will check their spiritual roots."
"Yes, Brother Ning!"
After hearing these words, Little Lotus was particularly happy.
In the afternoon, a large group of children gathered in the martial arts hall.
Ning Daoran scanned with his powerful spiritual sense and was able to see through the spiritual roots directly.
Finally, there actually was a ten-year-old child who had spiritual roots, and they were sixth-grade wood and fire spiritual roots. This kind of spiritual roots were very suitable for practicing the True Yang Furnace Technique.
"What's your name?" Ning Daoran asked.
The child was very nervous: "Grandfather, my name is... my name is Zhou Qingshan, my father is Zhou Youtian, my grandfather is Zhou Jinshan, and my grandfather is Zhou Tiezhu..."
"ah?"
Ning Daoran was surprised to find out that he was the descendant of Zhou Tiezhu.
"Grandfather..."
The martial arts hall master looked excited and said, "This kid Zhou Qingshan... has spiritual roots?"
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
"Um."
Ning Daoran nodded: "Zhou Qingshan, are you willing to follow me up the mountain to learn the law and cultivate immortality?"
"I……"
The surprise came too quickly, and the boy was a little slow to react: "I... can I really cultivate immortality?"
Ning Daoran smiled and nodded.
Afterwards, Zhou Qingshan’s father and grandfather immediately forced the child to kowtow.
Little Lotus didn't seem unhappy at all, as she didn't care much about family matters.
What she cared about most was that Brother Ning came back to see her.
…
Another night passed, and the next day, it drizzled.
Ning Daoran and Dabenlu left.
“Brother Ning!!”
At the entrance of the village, Xiao Hehua was wearing a green short shirt, had a very beautiful face, and held an oil-paper umbrella in her hand.
She opened her beautiful eyes wide and tried her best to see the man clearly.
However, the rain grew heavier and heavier, eventually covering up everything.
…
Chaos Sect, Zhenyang Peak.
At the top of the mountain, outside the cave of the great elder Yang Yan.
Ning Daoran, Bai Lu and a rustic-looking boy stood outside.
Not long after, a great Jindan monk in a grey short shirt came out. It was the great elder.
"Meet Uncle Master."
Ning Daoran clasped his fists lightly.
"My dear nephew."
The elder glanced at Zhou Qingshan and said, "What's wrong with this kid? Don't say you are bringing me a disciple. I don't lack disciples with this kind of qualifications."
"Uncle-master is truly a genius. He guessed it right at the first try. How amazing!" Ning Daoran was surprised.
The Great Elder cursed me in his heart.
"Uncle Master, listen to me!"
Ning Daoran said, "This boy's name is Zhou Qingshan. He is the descendant of an old friend of mine. As you can see, he has the sixth-grade wood and fire spiritual roots. He is still a boy, and an excellent candidate for the True Yang Furnace Art."
"A mere sixth-grade talent is considered a good seedling?" Gong Yangyan looked unhappy.
"That's what Master said."
Ning Daoran said: "My mere ninth-grade spiritual roots have become the pillars of our Chaos Sect, haven't they?"
Gong Yangyan still looked unhappy: "Okay, then for your sake, I'll accept you as a registered disciple. I don't have the energy to train you."
"Don't do that!"
Ning Daoran said, "Uncle Master, you have 180 registered disciples, do you really remember them all? This boy must be taught by Uncle Master himself, otherwise I won't agree!"
"Hey, you kid!"
"Uncle Master, take a look at this!"
Ning Daoran quickly pulled out a thick notebook from his bosom and said in a voice transmission, "Not long ago, I, your junior nephew, had just perfected the True Yang Furnace Technique.
However, I was able to succeed later. At the moment of perfection, I seemed to have seen some glimpses about the realm of transformation of the True Yang Furnace Art. These are my insights about the realm of transformation. If you don’t mind, please accept them.”
"real?"
Gong Yang Yan was shocked, and quickly put the letter into his arms as if it were a treasure. If he could practice the True Yang Furnace Art to perfection, with his background, he might have a chance to advance to the middle stage of Golden Core!
"Your name is Zhou Qingshan, right?"
He looked at the bumpkin-like boy and said, "From now on, you are Gong Yangyan's fourteenth direct disciple. I will immediately ask your senior brother to come and help you with the registration and entry procedures. You have no foundation in cultivation at all, so you must be diligent in the future and don't tarnish my reputation!"
"Yes, Master!"
Zhou Qingshan knelt down with a loud thud.
These were naturally taught by Ning Daoran, otherwise how could a young man from the countryside like him have such spiritual energy.
Not long after, Zhou Qingshan settled down in Zhenyang Peak and became Gong Yang Yan's direct disciple.
Moreover, he even lived in a cave covered by a second-grade superior spiritual vein, which was a hundred thousand times better than what Lin Sheng had received before.
Ning Daoran originally wanted to give some Qi Refining Pills to Zhou Qingshan, but was glared back by Gong Yangyan.
His disciples, Gong Yangyan, still need others to take care of them? Could it be that they look down on the foundation of Zhenyang Peak?
Lin Sheng is extremely fond of his junior fellow apprentice Zhou Qingshan.
Because he is the descendant of Ning Daoran's old friend, of course his senior brother who is in the foundation-building stage has to take care of him in every way.
In this way, Zhou Qingshan will naturally not be bullied in Zhenyang Peak or even in the entire sect.
…
Qiongbi Peak.
Ning Daoran worked diligently and continued to grow spiritual rice with Lao Lu, ignoring the worldly troubles.
Time flies.
Three years passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, a figure appeared outside the small cloud and fog formation.
"Is Junior Brother Ning at home?"
The person who spoke was Zhao Lichen.
When Ning Daoran dispersed the formation, he saw Zhao Lichen wearing a brand new set of clothes made for a foundation-building elder, with a magic sword on his back and several storage bags on his waist. Was he going on a long journey?
(End of this chapter)