Chapter 218 Dragon Bird Fan
"Don't worry, Sect Master. I will never let this Wanxiang Cloud Thunder Armor down. It will definitely play its due value in my hands."
Ning Daoran smiled faintly and took the armor from Mo Shaoting.
There is no point in keeping a treasure like the Wanxiang Cloud Thunder Armor on the shelf. It has to be worn and stabbed to show its true value! Mo Shaoting's eyes were still full of reluctance, but there was no other way. He had to give it away. This was agreed upon long ago.
"also……"
He took out a jade talisman from his storage bag and said, "This is the fundamental diagram of the blood and qi of the Wanxiang Cloud Thunder Hammer Technique, the practice route map, as well as the hammer technique and mental method. They are all in this scroll. Please accept it, Daoist Fellow Jianjia."
"Thank you very much."
Ning Daoran accepted the jade slip and said, "By the way, my fellow Daoist Ning said that the previous sect leader Mo Yunting had a piece of Shadowless Wood in his collection. This wood is something that Daoist Ning urgently needs. I wonder if the Shadowless Wood is still there?"
"Here I am."
Mo Shaoting nodded. He had already given the Wanxiang Yunlei Armor as a gift. He didn't even take the shadowless wood seriously. He lightly patted his storage bag and took out a piece of gray spiritual wood to present it to him.
"Thank you very much."
Ning Daoran accepted the Shadowless Wood and bowed to express his gratitude.
"Daoist Fellow Jianjia."
Mo Shaoting frowned and asked, "Are you going to leave Fanshu City?"
"Exactly."
Ning Daoran nodded: "I am used to traveling around the world and don't like to stay in one place for too long. But don't worry, Sect Master, I will always be a guest of the Divine Weapon Sect. In addition, the news of my travels around the world will be kept secret as much as possible, so that people will only think that I am still staying in the Divine Weapon Sect."
"good!"
Mo Shaoting's eyes lit up: "You are really thoughtful. I would like to thank you on behalf of the Divine Weapon Sect!"
"polite!"
…
Late at night, Ning Daoran left Red Leaf Valley, took off his disguise, and appeared in the sword-making shop in his original appearance.
He was not in a hurry to leave. He decided to leave Fanshu City after refining the Dragon Bird Fan. This way, he would have an extra trump card in his hand and his safety factor would be slightly improved.
Of course, his safety factor is already very high at this moment. Unless he encounters an old monster like Yuanying or Huashen, how many people in this world can do anything to him? In Lingpu Cave, Xiaobai, wearing a white dress, bowed and said, "Sir, you are back?"
"Um."
Ning Daoran brushed past him, walked towards Bai Lu and said, "Old Deer, I want to refine weapons in the weapon refining room, you help me protect the law."
“Ouch!”
The big stupid deer put down the hammer and walked over.
"Oh right, this is the Wanxiang Cloud Thunder Hammer Technique."
Ning Daoran took out the jade slip and threw it to it, saying: "The Cloud Thunder Hammer Technique of All Things is the upper level of the Wind Thunder Hammer Technique, which is more profound and mysterious. You should first familiarize yourself with the mental method, fundamental diagram, etc. on the jade slip. After I finish refining the Dragon Bird Fan, you can start practicing the Cloud Thunder Hammer Technique of All Things. When you practice the Cloud Thunder Hammer Technique to return to its original state, you can start to help me forge the inner armor. The inner armor of my family will all depend on you in the future."
“Ahhh~~”
The big stupid deer patted his meaty chest to indicate that there was no problem.
On the side, Xiaobai covered his mouth and chuckled.
Ning Daoran entered the cabin and stepped into the underground refining room.
Take out the Chilong Ding, take out various materials, and prepare to refine the Dragon Bird Fan.
In order to ensure the quality of the Dragon Bird Fan, he tried his best to use the best materials. The main feather was a third-grade top-quality dragon bird real feather, and the secondary feathers were six third-grade middle-quality fire falcon real feathers.
Even the finely detailed decorative feathers are made of second-grade top-grade real feathers. As for the shadowless wood, it is used as the handle of the treasure fan, and is matched with some precious jade and so on, to ensure that it can withstand the high temperature after being activated by the dragon bird real feathers.
Ning Daoran knew his own limitations and his refining process was very slow.
He was at the genuine third level in both the art of formation and the art of alchemy, but could only be considered as a third level in the art of refining equipment. The reason he dared to refine the Dragon Bird Fan by himself was only because he had the Five Elements Alchemy Fire and the Samadhi True Fire derived from the twenty levels of the Evergreen Art.
So, this training lasted for two months.
In early spring, the grass is green, the birds are singing, and the flowers are blooming.
The peach trees in Lingpu Cave are in full bloom. Xiaobai, with a slender figure, walks among the peach trees with a bamboo basket, picking petals. She wants to brew peach blossom wine for the young master.
"Squeak~~~"
The wooden door opened gently, and Ning Daoran finally went out.
He was no longer as handsome and suave as before the retreat, but now looked smoke-stained and dusty, like a monkey that had been refined in Laojun's furnace for 49 days.
“It’s done!”
Ning Daoran laughed loudly, raised his hand and took out a treasure fan surrounded by flames, which was the Dragon Bird Treasure Fan that he had just refined!
The quality of the final product of this treasure fan did not disappoint Ning Daoran. It was a third-grade magic weapon, which was already the top of the magic weapon category, second only to the legendary ancient treasure!
Not far away, the big stupid deer opened his eyes wide and could tell at a glance that the fan was extraordinary.
The twenty levels of the Evergreen Art in Ning Daoran's body were running, and the furnace in his body was quickly transformed into pure true yang magic power, which was injected into the Dragon Bird Treasure Fan. The next moment, he gently waved the fan! "Hua La——"
The sky is red, the true yang is like blood!
With just one fan, the sky above dozens of acres of land was like a furnace. This was equivalent to amplifying and amplifying the True Yang Furnace Art, and could turn a large area into the domain of the True Yang Furnace Art! It was so terrifying that if it was used to kill evil spirits, it would be like using a nuclear bomb to kill a mosquito! 'Awesome...'
He secretly exclaimed in amazement, and immediately put the Dragon Bird Fan into his storage ring.
After calming down his excited mood, he reminded himself that he was just an ordinary third-level weapon master. It was mainly because of the good materials and fire, but it had nothing to do with his own craftsmanship.
"Old deer."
Ning Daoran raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "We are leaving Fanshu City and going to a farther place to see more scenery. Let's go and say goodbye to the sword-making shop and the old man."
…
Sword forging shop, backyard.
The shopkeeper Sang Ping'an, eight managers, a group of swordsmiths, and apprentices with superb hammering skills, almost all the capable people in the sword-making shop were there to see off the former shopkeeper.
"Everyone."
Ning Daoran was dressed in a green shirt, his whole body was filled with the vitality of Changqing Jue, and he said: "Lao Lu and I are leaving soon, from now on, the sword forging shop will be entrusted to you. Old man Ou Yeping entrusted the sword forging shop to me, and I entrust the shop to you. Don't let me down, and make sure the business of the sword forging shop is more and more prosperous, please!"
"Please rest assured, shopkeeper!"
A group of people saluted with fists clasped.
"I'm leaving."
Ning Daoran nodded and smiled, then left with Bai Lu.
"Senior Ning..."
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Behind him, Sang Pingan chased out of the shop, hesitant to say, "Are you really leaving like this?"
"Um."
Ning Daoran turned around, handed over a jade bottle, and said, "Three first-level longevity pills. Take one pill every other day. Sang Ping'an, take care of yourself."
"Yes, thank you, senior!"
Sang Ping'an held the jade bottle and knelt on the ground for a long time without getting up.
Ning Daoran didn't care about these mundane etiquettes. He turned around and left without even looking back.
A man and a deer came to the cemetery in the city, placed some tributes to old man Ou Yeping, burned incense and kowtowed, then officially left Fanshu City.
As for Chen Ping'er...
Forget it, it’s better not to say goodbye.
In fact, Ning Daoran knew very well that he was already 160 years old this year, and Chen Ping'er was about the same age as him, but she had not practiced the Evergreen Technique.
Therefore, Chen Ping'er will not have much time left to live.
Perhaps, if she couldn't form a pill, there would be no chance for them to meet again...
But that's how life is. A goodbye, a turn, a farewell may be a lifetime thing. This is even more true for immortal cultivators. Although their lifespan seems long, they actually spend most of their time practicing, and the time they can spend with each other is often shorter than that of ordinary people.
…
A few days later.
Ning Daoran and Dabenlu went all the way south, leaving Qingzhou and entering Huangzhou.
Along the way, there was no fast escape.
Enjoying the scenery along the way is the most important meaning of traveling. Besides, there is no ultimate destination. Although the next stop is confirmed to be Bailong Fairy City in Yizhou, there is no need to be too anxious.
On this day, Ning Daoran brought the big stupid deer into an area of green mountains and clear waters.
"Um?"
He frowned suddenly and smelled an almost imperceptible scent of evil.
He took out the map and found that the area ahead was called Black Pine Forest. Two days ago, when he and Big Dumb Deer were roasting wild boar meat by a wild lake, a caravan passed by. The bald old man in the caravan ate two skewers of barbecue and reminded him that the Black Pine Forest was not peaceful and it was said that passing merchants would take a detour.
Ning Daoran did not take a detour. He thought that if there was a chance, he would get some materials. It was not enough to rely solely on the output of Lingpu Cave. Now that he had a big family and a big business, he had to increase revenue and reduce expenditure.
"Old Deer, let's go and take a look."
“Ahhh~~”
A few hours later, the man and the deer entered a gloomy forest.
The Eastern Wilderness world of immortal cultivation is full of evil spirits, and this statement is indeed true.
After only a few days of walking, they encountered the legendary evil spirits, and not just one.
Right in front of us, there was a camphor tree forest emitting an extremely unpleasant fishy odor. One of the old musk deer trees had grown to the size that many people could hug it. The leaves were dense, and the fallen leaves over the years had not fallen off. Instead, they seemed to be caught in spider webs, forming blocks on the trunk and branches that looked like huge bird nests.
However, after Ning Daoran scanned with his spiritual sense, he discovered that in the center of those lumps of matter were actually corpses.
This old deer tree stores human corpses there, allowing them to rot, and then slowly absorbs the blood, flesh, essence, and constantly dissipating human souls.
He raised his hand, took out the Qinglong Spear, and walked over with big strides.
…
"Fellow Daoist, why do you have to meddle in other people's business?"
An old voice sounded, coming from the old deer tree.
Ning Daoran exerted a little strength, and wisps of true yang flames swept around him.
"Daoist friend, don't be ungrateful!"
With a shout from the old deer tree, sharp spikes of wood suddenly broke through the ground and headed straight for the lower bodies of Ning Daoran and the big stupid deer, with extremely vicious and cruel attacks!
For a moment, the whole forest rustled. It was not just the old deer tree. The middle camphor trees and small camphor trees seemed to have some spirituality and were helping the old deer tree! Ning Daoran frowned. This old deer tree was only in the late stage of foundation building. It actually dared to take the initiative to attack. It was a bit ungrateful!
(End of this chapter)