Chapter 175 Chen Weimo, stand at attention!

"It turned out to be Madam Xingtong."

Ning Daoran stepped forward, clasped his fists, and said, "Long time no see."

"It's been a long time indeed."

Madam Xingtong smiled and said, "I heard that after we parted ten years ago, Brother Ning has been practicing in seclusion on the Qiongbi Peak. He hasn't even come down the mountain once in the past ten years."

"Um."

Ning Daoran said: "Once cultivators like me go into seclusion, it is easy for us to forget the years. This is a common thing."

"Do you want to buy something when you come down the mountain? Will I be lucky enough to accompany you?"

She wanted to take over Chen Ping'er's guest.

Ning Daoran saw through it but said nothing. He smiled calmly and said, "I want to buy some talismans this time. I hope Madam can lead the way."

"Okay, I'll lead the way."

Not long after, he replenished some second-level talismans and bought two third-level talismans at a high price.

Afterwards, Madam Xingtong expressed her wish to serve a cup of tea in the private room and hoped that Ning Daoran would do her the honor of serving him. Ning Daoran nodded in agreement.

In the private room.

Several restrictions were imposed one by one.

Madam Xingtong opened her red lips silently and said in a voice transmission: "Fellow Daoist Ning, do you have something to ask me?"

“Not really.”

Ning Daoran said, "Ten years ago, I traded the third-level True Feather from Xiyu Pavilion and returned to the sect. Later, I heard about the dramatic changes in Xiyu Pavilion. I didn't expect that Jiuyun Sect would act so vigorously."

"Indeed."

Madam Xingtong smiled bitterly and said, "Not only did you and I not expect it, even my uncle didn't expect it."

Ning Daoran thought of the hot-tempered Master Yanlong, and could only say... if he didn't have much ability, he shouldn't have such a bad temper. If he was more gentle in his methods of dealing with people, he might not have died with his strength.

It is even possible that Master Jiuyun might try to win over Master Yanlong to become a guest elder in the Jiuyun Sect.

"Ping'er was injured and died in the melee ten years ago. She has been missing ever since."

Madam Xingtong looked sad and said, "It is said that a foundation-building elder of the Jiuyun Sect went to hunt her down and later disappeared. The Jiuyun Sect is extremely taboo about the capture of Xiyu Pavilion. For so many years, I have not dared to ask about it casually."

"Everyone has his own destiny. Perhaps this is the destiny of Chen Daoyou."

Ning Daoran showed no emotional fluctuations, and said: "Madam, isn't it the same, like duckweed on the water, with your fate at the mercy of others?"

"Fellow Daoist Ning, you..."

Madam Xingtong's eyes suddenly turned red. In all these years, no one had ever dared to say such words in front of her.

And these are the sources of humiliation and forbearance deep in Madam Xingtong's heart.

"We are weak women, our cultivation is not as good as those Jindan masters, so what else can we do if we don't let others manipulate us?"

Madam Xingtong said self-deprecatingly: "Just as Daoist friend said, this is fate."

Ning Daoran was speechless, so he clasped his fists and left.

By the window.

Madam Xingtong looked at Ning Daoran's back with her beautiful eyes, seeming to want to say something but stopping herself from speaking.

…

A few months later.

In the cold winter, the sky is covered with snow.

Ning Daoran woke up from his practice, and a sound transmission note flew into the underground secret room, coming from Chen Yuzhu.

Chen Yuzhu never disturbed his practice, so it must be something extremely important.

"Sir."

In the living room, both Chen Yuzhu and Qin Wenyao were in tears.

"Master...Master just left..."

"What?"

Ning Daoran's heart seemed to be squeezed hard by something.

On this day, Chen Weimo passed away.

She is already 125 years old. According to the life expectancy of taking three first-level longevity pills during the Qi Refining Stage, she has indeed reached the age of meditation and death.

"Sir."

Chen Yuzhu knelt on the ground, holding a storage bag in her hands: "Before Master died, she asked me to give these things to you. She said...she said..."

"What did she say?"

Ning Daoran said softly: "Say her exact words."

"She said that I was sorry to the uncle. The uncle spent so much effort on me, but I failed to build a foundation in the end. Instead, I wasted so many of the uncle's pills and spirit stones...

She said that these were all the money she had saved over the years, and she would return it to the uncle as much as she could. If it was still not enough, she would continue to pay it back in the next life. This was what she owed the uncle. "

“…”

Ning Daoran scanned the storage bag with his spiritual sense. It contained more than 4,000 spirit stones, plus a top-grade magic weapon and two mid-grade magic weapons, all of which were given to her by Ning Daoran in the past.

In addition, there is a white robe.

It is very common for cultivators to wear robes, but Ning Daoran rarely wears a white robe because it is not resistant to dirt.

"Sir."

Chen Yuzhu cried and said, "Master said that the uncle looked most like an immortal in a white robe, so before she died, she made a white robe with her own hands as a last gift for you."

"Stop talking..."

Ning Daoran turned around.

…

Chen Weimo's funeral was not a grand affair; just a group of people on Qiongbi Peak came to see her off.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a small grave where the little girl was buried.

Ning Daoran personally erected the tombstone.

A simple line: "The tomb of Chen Weimo, built by Ning Daoran."

“Ahhh~~~”

On the side, Bai Lu gently nudged Ning Daoran.

The falling snow quickly covered the words on the tombstone.

Ning Daoran felt mixed emotions.

He strolled slowly to the end of the spiritual field, walked to the banyan tree covered in snow, and stood beside the large stone slab.

It seems that I can still see the figure of that little girl.

He gently tapped the storage bag, took out the white robe that Chen Weimo had personally sewn for him before her death, and put it on.

The heavy snow fell to the ground, and the golden embroidery patterns on the shoulders of the white robe were quickly covered by the snow.

Ning Daoran looked at the empty space in the distance, and finally couldn't stop his tears from falling. He shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Chen Weimo, stand at attention!"

Snowflakes are falling.

Just where the little girl stood that year, a light breeze suddenly rose, carrying snowflakes slowly spinning.

"Yo Yo~~~"

The white deer suddenly stood up, as if carrying a figure on its back, and galloped back and forth beside the field.

Amid the falling snow, a girl's laughter like a silver bell could be heard.

…

A few days later.

The living room of Lingtian Courtyard No. 77.

Ning Daoran took out the storage bag left by Chen Weimo and handed it to Chen Yuzhu.

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

"Sir, what is this?"

"I'll give you all the spiritual stones and magic tools your master left behind."

Ning Daoran said, "You are not young anymore, you should plan for building your foundation. Although your master failed to build his foundation, I still hope you can do it. After all, the Chen family in Baishajiang needs someone who can hold up the stage."

"Yes, sir!"

Chen Yuzhu accepted it respectfully.

"From now on, you will be the manager of all the spiritual fields in Qiongbi Peak."

Ning Daoran continued, "I will now hand over all of your master's previous work to you. However, I would like to remind you that you must not let worldly affairs affect your practice. You must not fall behind in your practice."

"Yes, sir, please rest assured, I know."

"That's good. Your aptitude is better than your master's, and your chances are greater. You must cherish them."

"yes!"

Afterwards, Chen Yuzhu began to serve as the manager of Qiongbi Peak.

She was quite obedient and handed over the affairs to Qin Wenyao and Huang Yu, and focused most of her energy on cultivation.

Chen Weimo is gone, and fewer and fewer people remember her.

Just like Lu Lao, Zhong Yan, Xin Yan, Qin Xiang, Huang Shan and others, there is no difference.

The only difference is probably that Chen Weimo will always be irreplaceable in Ning Daoran's heart.

…

Time flies, and three years have passed in a flash.

Ning Daoran also secluded himself for three years to further consolidate his foundation.

After coming out of seclusion, he prepared to start refining the elixir.

What was refined were the third-level Shengyuan Pills and Hualong Pills.

Among them, the main ingredient of Shengyuan Dan is the two thousand year old Shengyuan flower, which has the effect of improving the magic power of the early stage of Jindan.

As for the Dragon Transformation Pill, the main ingredient is the three thousand year old Dragon Transformation Grass, plus dozens of auxiliary ingredients. It is a breakthrough pill for the middle stage of the Golden Elixir.

Both of these elixirs are extremely rare and precious because they require the age of the elixir to be extremely high.

But Ning Daoran had no concerns in this regard. There were a large number of Shengyuan flowers and Hualong grass in Lingpu Cave, and most of them were more than 8,000 years old.

It not only meets the requirements of alchemy, but it is simply an overflow.

As usual, use a large amount of spiritual medicine to feed a third-level alchemist!

After all, Ning Daoran's talent in alchemy can only be considered average.

Generally speaking, people with such talent are not suitable for alchemy, and no sect or immortal cultivation family can withstand such torture.

The alchemists trained by sects and families must have a natural talent for alchemy, so that they can refine the most pills with the least raw materials in order to maximize profits.

It is obvious that people like Ning Daoran will be discouraged after refining just a few furnaces.

"Open the furnace to make the elixir!"

Ning Daoran shouted: "Old Deer, protect me!"

“Ahhh~~”

The big stupid deer stood up on its hind legs, folded its arms, sat on its own spiritual weapon bench and stood guard at the door of the alchemy room.

In the alchemy room, it seemed as if a battle of wits was taking place.

“Boom boom boom~~~”

There were loud noises, that was the sound of the furnace exploding.

The big stupid deer listened with his ears tilted. The furnace had exploded more than thirty times in a row!

As expected of you, you are the big brother. You never give up and never give up. This spirit is enough for me to learn from for a lifetime!

After that, there were occasional successes.

But most of the pills produced were waste and inferior products.

Ning Daoran knew that becoming a third-level alchemist was difficult, but he didn't expect it to be so difficult.

Fortunately, his reserves of spiritual medicine were so abundant that they could withstand such squandering.

A full month later.

With more than a dozen consecutive successful furnaces, Ning Daoran became proficient in everything and began to produce an endless supply of fine, top-grade Shengyuan Pills and Hualong Pills.

'I see……'

He frowned, thinking that the third-level alchemy technique was really that difficult. It turns out that as long as he does this and that, the chance of successful alchemy will naturally increase!

"Old Deer, I did it!"

He was overjoyed.

At this time, he was already a true third-rank lower-grade alchemist!

The requirement for refining the Luochen Pill is to be a third-rank lower-grade alchemist!

Ning Daoran didn't ask for anything else, he just wanted to be able to refine two pills of Luochen Pills.

One for myself and one for the old deer.

A man and a deer worked together to form an elixir. From then on, the sky was high and birds could fly freely, and the sea was wide and fish could leap freely. No one and nothing in the world could stop him and the white deer from practicing Taoism and seeking immortality!

…

At this time, snow was falling outside.

Two figures appeared on the path leading up the mountain. One was a thin old man in a gray robe, who was in the late foundation building stage.

The other was a young man in a white robe, with a handsome appearance, who was actually in the middle stage of foundation building.

The young foundation-building cultivator frowned and said, "Uncle Chang, I heard that cousin Han Bing had already reached the late stage of foundation-building many years ago. Do you think she will agree to become my Taoist partner?"

(End of this chapter)