Chapter 20: The Wang Family’s Wooing (Please Save!)

It's an autumn morning, and the air is shrouded in mist.

Ning Daoran twisted a cucumber from the cucumbers planted in the yard, rinsed it briefly, and started eating it directly.

He suddenly remembered his childhood in the countryside in his previous life. He also got up early in the morning and went to his grandmother's melon field to see how the cucumbers were growing. Suddenly, he was inspired to write a poem: "Wind and rain will not change my original intention. Cucumbers are 2.5 yuan per pound!"

“Oh???”

The big stupid deer sitting in the recliner eating cucumber opened his eyes wide in shock. He is worthy of being the eldest brother. He is really cultured. He couldn't write such a neat poem by himself.

"Huh?"

Ning Daoran swept his spiritual sense and found a wisp of breath rising into the sky from the direction of Spiritual Field No. 80.

Someone breaks through!

Not surprisingly, the person who could have such a breakthrough must be Hong Ming, who was at the sixth level of Qi Refining. At this time, he was already at the seventh level of Qi Refining and had entered the late stage of Qi Refining.

The owners of several spiritual fields in Qiongbi Peak went to congratulate.

Ma Quanyou smiled and said, "Congratulations to Brother Hong for breaking through to the late stage of Qi Refining. This is truly cause for celebration. It seems that Brother Hong has a promising future, and even the foundation building stage can be expected."

"You're welcome. Thank you very much, fellow Taoist."

Huang Shan was full of admiration and said solemnly, "Fellow Daoist Hong has broken through to the late stage of Qi Refining and has become the most accomplished person in my Qiongbi Peak. This is truly cause for celebration. As a member of Qiongbi Peak, I am honored to be part of this."

Hong Ming's expression changed slightly, but he still smiled and nodded: "Thank you, fellow Taoist."

Ning Daoran gently bowed his hands: "Congratulations, fellow Taoist, I wish you a long and prosperous immortal path!"

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Ning!"

Not long after, Grandma Yuncui also brought Chen Weimo out and congratulated politely.

People not only congratulated, but also made substantive gestures.

Ma Quanyou and Huang Shan each gave two spirit stones as gifts. After all, the other party was in the late stage of Qi Refining, and being on good terms with Hong Ming was like getting a strong support.

Ning Daoran gave ten kilograms of green bamboo rice. According to the market price of green bamboo rice, the gifts were much more substantial than those of the previous two.

Grandma Yuncui did not bring any gifts. Chen Weimo had already started practicing and needed a large amount of spirit stones. There was no need to pretend to be generous at this time. Hongming and Zhongyan also expressed their understanding of this.

…

When everyone thought that life in Qiongbi Peak would continue to be peaceful, something suddenly happened.

One afternoon, Hong Ming took his magic tools and a few luggage and hurriedly left Lingtian Courtyard No. 80 where he had lived for many years.

When everyone asked, Zhong Yan was vague and did not say it directly, but just said that Hong Ming had gone out for training.

Only Ning Daoran knew why Hong Ming left.

Everyone has their own destiny, and he is too lazy to care.

There was good news for him. Now, a year had passed, and the deaths of the two leaders of the Black Wind Village had not caused any big waves.

It is said that after the two leaders were killed, a group of minions were panicked at first, then overjoyed, and decided to implement an election system to re-elect the leader, so they selected two people from among those with spiritual roots and cultivation.

Afterwards, Black Wind Village fell into a power struggle. The two leaders framed and attacked each other, and eventually both died.

The group of minions were overjoyed and held another election! After so many elections, all the immortal cultivators in Black Wind Village died, leaving only a group of mortals, who could only bully the mortals in the nearby villages.

Basically, Ning Daoran’s “crime” a year ago has come to nothing.

It’s safe now, we can go down the mountain! On this day, he brought the big stupid deer down the mountain, and his storage bag was filled with various green bamboo rice, low-grade magic tools, spiritual fish and other things.

The reason for going down the mountain this time was to find a channel to sell the stolen goods and to buy a flying magic weapon.

As a great monk in the "mid-half-step Qi Refining" stage, purchasing a flying magic weapon is a quite reasonable thing to do.

After arriving at Huanglongfang City.

He first went to Fengzhi Tower and gave Huang Chengyan fifty kilograms of green bamboo spiritual rice and two five-kilogram spiritual fish.

Huang Chengyan was so happy that he stopped calling him nephew and started calling him nephew! He was very moved and said it was a pity that his nephew's spiritual roots were not good enough, otherwise he would have a chance to build a foundation. He could even help him get a foundation-building pill.

Ning Daoran naturally just listened to such polite words.

When he really perfects the ninth level of Qi training, Huang Chengyan will definitely not agree with this statement.

After all, the value of the Foundation Establishment Pill is obvious. It is enough to change the fate of a Foundation Establishment family. Even in the Chaos Sect, the Foundation Establishment Pill is not distributed casually.

…

Qingxiefang.

A female governor, about seventeen or eighteen years old, came forward. She was extremely beautiful, and her intelligence and grace could not be concealed between her eyebrows and eyes.

"If you want to buy something, I can show you the way."

She has cultivated herself to the second level of Qi Refining, which is neither high nor low.

"What's your name, fellow Taoist?"

"My name is Chen Ping'er. May I know what your name is?"

"Ning Daoran, an outer disciple of the Chaos Sect, I want to buy a flying magic weapon."

"I see!"

Chen Ping'er smiled dimple-like, "Fellow Daoist, please follow me. Qingxiefang has many types of flying magic tools, which should be able to meet your needs."

After turning into a shop, it was filled with various flying magical instruments.

There are green leaves, as well as cattail fans, banana leaves, handkerchiefs, etc. The grades range from magical tools to spiritual tools.

Finally, Ning Daoran's gaze fell on a bamboo leaf magic weapon that was as green as jade.

"Green Bamboo Leaf is a first-level medium-grade magical weapon made from second-level top-grade thousand-year-old bamboo leaves. It has an extremely fast flying speed and consumes little mana from the cultivator."

Chen Ping'er narrowed her beautiful eyes and said with a smile: "If you really want it, I can give you a 10% discount, just 270 low-grade spirit stones."

Ning Daoran groaned for a moment, this price was indeed fair, the general mid-grade flying magic tool cost at least three hundred spirit stones. This green bamboo leaf had no damage or flaws at all, and its spiritual energy was bright and full, so it could be used for many years.

"good."

He smiled slightly: "Fellow Daoist Chen is quick in doing things, so I should be quick in doing things too."

Then he added: "But you have to give me the magic formula to control this green bamboo leaf for free."

Every flying magic weapon has a control formula when it is refined, which is usually given as a gift, but some black shops may use the formula to make a second profit.

"Is this what you call refreshing?"

Chen Ping'er couldn't help but want to complain, but she still smiled and said, "Of course, our business in Qingxiefang is honest and fair, so don't worry about this, fellow Taoist. This is the green bamboo leaf, and this is the magic formula of the green bamboo leaf."

Ning Daoran slapped his storage bag and took out two hundred and seventy low-grade spirit stones and presented them to him.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, does your shop accept green bamboo rice?"

"I received it."

Chen Ping'er smiled and said, "Daoyou, do you have Green Bamboo Spiritual Rice? Our Qingxiefang purchases Green Bamboo Spiritual Rice for one Spiritual Stone and two kilograms. I wonder how much do you have?"

"One hundred pounds."

"good!"

The deal was concluded immediately, and fifty spirit stones were deposited into the account, which was considered a small recovery.

As for selling green bamboo rice in Qingxiefang, Ning Daoran felt that there was no problem at all.

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

After all, the main source of income for spiritual farmers is selling spiritual rice. The spiritual farmers of the Chaos Sect will have a certain amount of surplus after paying the rent every year. Only by selling the spiritual rice can they save up spiritual stones to support their own cultivation.

Ning Daoran has been growing green bamboo rice on Qiongbi Peak for several years. Based on the yield of four to five hundred kilograms per mu, it is reasonable to sell a few hundred kilograms of green bamboo rice every year.

Afterwards, Ning Daoran turned into a rather messy street behind the Huanglongfang Market.

black market.

There are many disorderly shops connected to each other, and the transactions in the black market may be gone tomorrow. The facade of each shop is quite sloppy, and there are a large number of casual cultivators setting up stalls on the roadside.

Ning Daoran just looked around and asked around to understand the situation, but did not take any action.

The two low-grade magic weapons of the boss in the storage bag are waiting to be sold in disguise next time! After wandering around, he returned to the main street of Huanglongfang Market.

…

"My fellow Taoist, my young master would like to invite you to have a chat."

Suddenly a red-faced man spoke to them.

This man has some cultivation experience. One can tell at first glance that he is a servant of a wealthy family. He is at the third level of Qi Refining, the same level of cultivation as Ning Daoran, so he speaks neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Your young master?"

Ning Daoran frowned as an unexpected situation occurred.

If you refuse, you may annoy the other person; if you go, it may cause some trouble.

After a little hesitation, he decided to go. This place is right under Feng Zhilou's nose, and these people would not dare to do anything.

Even if he dared to do something... Ning Daoran didn't care. He just wanted to try out the power of the broken porcelain pieces.

Mingxianglou.

A teahouse in the core area of ​​Huanglongfang City.

What's sold here is spiritual tea. A cup of the best spiritual tea can cost at least two spiritual stones. Ordinary casual cultivators would naturally stay away from such a place.

Those who can come to Mingxiang Tower are either great monks who have temporarily settled in the Huanglong Mountains, or the so-called immortal cultivation families who need such a high-end place to support their occasion.

In a private room by the window, a young man in a white robe stood up and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Ning, I am Wang Xuantong, the young master of the Wang family in Shigu. Nice to meet you."

Shigu Wang family?

Ning Daoran searched his memory and had some impression that the Shigu Wang family seemed to be a foundation-building family in the Huanglong Mountains. There was an ancestor in the early stage of foundation-building, and the family owned a first-grade superior spiritual vein.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, do you have something to ask me?"

"Please take a seat first, fellow Taoist. We will talk while we taste the spiritual tea."

Ning Daoran sat down and took a sip of the spiritual tea. It tasted good. He smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, you can tell me now."

“I heard that Brother Ning has already cultivated the Huayu Jue to the fourth level at such a young age, and even planted second-level green bamboo spirit rice, but he still can only stay in the outer mountains of Chaos Sect.”

He raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "If you are willing, my Wang family is willing to accept you as an elder. All you need to do is take care of eight acres of spiritual fields and produce three thousand kilograms of spiritual rice every year.

Fellow Daoist, rest assured, my Wang family will never treat you unfairly. Every year, we are willing to offer you 300 spirit stones and a first-class intermediate-grade magic weapon. In addition, we will open a cave for you in the core area of ​​the spiritual vein, and you can choose any of the family's skills.

As for the matter of Taoist companions, my Wang family has many female cultivators, among whom there are many extremely beautiful women. As long as Taoist friends like, you can choose any one... or even choose several to marry or take as concubines. "

As soon as Young Master Wang opened his mouth, he launched an attack from the four aspects of Dharma, wealth, friends and land, showing great sincerity.

“Fellow Daoist…”

Ning Daoran frowned, "Don't you know that I'm a disciple of Chaos Sect?"

"Know."

Wang Xuantong raised his lips slightly: "But you know that you are just an outer disciple. Aren't the many conditions I offer enough to tempt you?"

"joke."

Ning Daoran said calmly: "Once a disciple of Chaos Sect, you will be a disciple of Chaos Sect for the rest of your life. Do you want me to leave the sect with just a few words? When I was just a Qi Refining Level 1, it was Chaos Sect that took me in. I still have the heart to repay the kindness.

There is no need to say more, my friend. I will take my leave now!"

Having said that, he led the big stupid deer downstairs and walked away without looking back.

“…”

Wang Xuantong didn't say anything else, just looked at the other person's back, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"Young Master, this person..."

"No need to say more, just pretend nothing happened today!"

He was not afraid of offending Ning Daoran, but he was ultimately wary of the behemoth behind Ning Daoran!

…

Wind Stop Tower.

A certain great cultivator who was playing with a white jade brush washer withdrew his consciousness, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said with a smile: "It's rare for this kid to have such a heart for his master..."

(End of this chapter)