Chapter 8: Lao Lu, please listen to the question! (Thanks to cklyt leader!)
[In the first year, you read the text of the soul-searching technique as if you were reading a heavenly book. You also knew that your understanding was very rare, so you could only sigh.]
[In the eleventh year, you stared at the technique intently, and suddenly a bright light seemed to light up in your heart]
[You have come to understand. So that's how it is. Soul-searching is not a divine book. If you want to master this secret technique, you only need to do this and that...]
[Soul Searching Technique. Xuan-level Lower Grade (Entry Level)]
[In the forty-fifth year, you attempt to make greater progress in soul-searching, but your aptitude is constantly hindering your ambitions. The complexity of soul-searching is far beyond your imagination.]
[In the 528th year, you searched your mind and body, but still couldn't figure out how to push the soul-searching technique a step further]
[You begin to doubt your life, thinking that this kind of secret technique must be a boring trick played by boring people, and it is better not to practice this evil technique! But at this moment, you think of the woman who has been haunting your dreams, and suddenly you have an epiphany.]
[Soul Searching Technique. Mysterious Level Lower Grade (Minor Success)]
[In the 1,450th year, you have spent your whole life studying the classics. Looking at the Soul Searching Technique manual in your hand, you feel helpless. You feel that you have done your best and a small achievement is already your limit.]
[In the 2343rd year, you have a head full of white hair, sitting in the wilderness like a beggar, thinking hard, trying to grasp the brilliance in your mind]
[Your life is about to come to an end, but your heart seems to have realized something]
[Soul Searching Technique. Xuan-level Lower Grade (Great Accomplishment)]
[Time remaining for intensive practice: 999 years]
…
"call……"
Ning Daoran breathed a sigh of relief. His mind was still very confused, as if he had just experienced a brainstorming session. He still needed to digest his understanding and comprehension of the soul-searching technique.
But he knew that now was not the time to digest. Once someone saw the Taoist's body, he would be in danger.
"Soul search!"
He immediately used the soul-searching technique on the Taoist's corpse. Immediately, under the impetus of powerful magic power, his spiritual power surged and forcibly snatched the Taoist's soul out of the corpse!
"Forehead……"
The old Taoist's soul had white eyes and was still a little confused, not knowing what had happened.
"hey-hey……"
Ning Daoran's lips curled up into a smile.
“You…you…”
The old Taoist was furious, waving his hands and trying to struggle: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I have been practicing soul-searching for half my life but have not been able to master it. How did you succeed in practicing it in an instant?"
"You talk too much nonsense. Stop asking about the genius!!"
Ning Daoran didn't waste time talking to him, and searched his soul directly, and immediately found out the location of the Taoist's secret lair! In an instant, he dispersed the soul-searching technique, and a fireball popped out, turning the Taoist's body into ashes. When he raised his hand, the strong magic power turned into a strong wind and blew out, directly blowing away the Taoist's ashes.
…
"Um……"
Ning Daoran first took the big stupid deer away from the area, then thought about it and decided to go back to Huanglongfang Market again to raid the Taoist's lair to avoid any more trouble.
After all, the network of relationships of this kind of robbery cultivator is very dense, and most of the people they come into contact with are not good people.
They went down the mountain quickly, but did not take the original route. Under the guidance of Ning Daoran, the man and the deer made a detour and appeared from the other end of Huanglongfang Market, then entered a narrow alley.
After mobilizing the magic power and removing the three disguises, a rotten door appeared in front.
After pushing open the door, he found that it was quite spacious and clean inside. This was the old Taoist's residence. According to the memories obtained from the soul-searching technique, Ning Daoran easily found a small pile of spirit stones and some spiritual herbs stored by the old Taoist.
This is the entire fortune of this old Taoist who is in the middle stage of Qi Refining. Of course, the most valuable thing on him is the small emerald green sword, which is a genuine first-grade intermediate magic weapon. Unfortunately, it was broken in the battle.
However, the old Taoist had 73 spirit stones on him, which was enough.
Ning Daoran sighed a little, it's true that a horse can't grow fat without night grass, he earned so many spiritual stones in this wave, which is far more than the income from growing spiritual rice in the mountains! Of course, this kind of thing is also risky, it's better not to encounter it if you can.
Ning Daoran quickly took the big stupid deer away from here and immediately went to Huanglongfang Market.
He had a sudden idea and went into a shop selling spiritual medicines, but he did not buy any spiritual medicines. He only bought a bunch of spiritual herb seeds, including some low-level spiritual medicines such as Yanling grass, Lingxi grass, and Huaxue ginseng, spending a total of more than twenty spirit stones.
…
After all this trouble, it was already dark when we returned to Chaos Sect.
In early spring, the mountain wind is cold, there is still snow on both sides, the mountains and forests are silent, and only the sound of flowing water in the mountain streams can be heard.
"Oh?"
Suddenly, the big stupid deer stopped and looked into the distance with its big deer eyes.
"What's the matter, old deer?"
Ning Daoran lowered his body and looked in the direction the big stupid deer was looking at: "What is that?"
“Ouch!”
The big stupid deer sniffed, nodded vigorously, and walked over. Ning Daoran hurriedly followed.
"Something's not right."
Ning Daoran's heart suddenly moved. There seemed to be a flame spreading in front of him. There was snow and ice on both sides of the mountain stream, but the ice and snow here had all melted.
A few steps further, I saw a man lying in the mountain stream.
He was a young man, and a disciple of Chaos Sect. The edge of the white clothes was embroidered with fiery red borders, and the workmanship was fine. Even the clothes themselves could be considered a magical weapon, with certain protective and spirit-gathering effects.
He was seriously injured. A wound on his chest was blue, as if he had been poisoned, and there seemed to be an evil aura lingering around his whole body.
If you don't save him, he may die.
However, the idea of taking off the robe and then leaving without anyone noticing flashed through Ning Daoran's mind. Although this idea was despicable and shameful, it was true and logical.
“Ah~~~”
The big stupid deer called out softly, he wanted to save this man.
Ning Daoran's brows were tightly knitted together, and he was caught in a dilemma between himself and himself.
The first rule of survival in the world of immortal cultivation is to reduce the chances of being contaminated by cause and effect as much as possible, so that you can live longer. Logically speaking, this kind of situation should be avoided as far as possible.
But now that he was already here, he might as well make an exception! He immediately stepped forward and pulled the young disciple out of the icy stream.
He was shocked when he came into contact with it. The body of this young disciple was like a ball of hot coals, quite scalding! As a last resort, Ning Daoran could only use the power of the third level of Qi Refining to resist, and only then could he barely bear it.
…
After entering the sect, Ning Daoran handed the injured disciple to an outer sect deacon, and then returned to the spiritual field with the big stupid deer. The cause and effect have already been touched, so he has to be more low-key from now on.
No. 77 Lingtian Courtyard.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6-9!
"Old Deer, class is coming!"
The moment he stepped into the small cloud and mist formation, Ning Daoran felt quite uneasy and immediately expressed his desire to teach the big stupid deer a lesson.
For the sake of immortality, and for the safety of one man and one deer, this lesson must be taken! With a "click", a homemade blackboard was set up by Ning Daoran in the courtyard.
“Ah~~~”
The big stupid deer had a very serious attitude towards learning. He quickly pulled a stool and sat upright in front of the class like a student.
"snort!"
Ning Daoran was furious and drew a circle on the blackboard with his homemade charcoal pencil, very skillfully.
"Old Deer, please listen to the question!"
“Ah~~~”
The big stupid deer straightened up even more! "Excuse me!"
Ning Daoran lightly tapped the circle on the blackboard and said, "If you saw a weak woman lying on the side of the road dying, would you save her or not?"
“Ouch!”
The old deer has a high-pitched voice. It must be saved!
"wrong!"
The answer was immediately rejected.
"Listen, old deer!"
Ning Daoran said: "It is certainly right for you to save this woman, but if this woman has a blood feud, after you save her, she will go to learn from you, and when she has learned enough, she will seek revenge.
The enemy certainly deserved death, but this woman would kill the enemy's wife and children together. The enemy's children were about to go to school, and died at such a young age. Do you dare to say that you really saved them? Are you involved in the death of the children?"
“Ah…”
The big stupid deer's momentum immediately weakened a bit.
Ning Daoran raised his eyebrows slightly: "I have told you long ago, don't get involved in other people's karma easily, because every time you save someone, it will involve a lot of things, some of which are good, some are bad. How can you be sure that it will not affect your own path?"
“Ah~~”
The big stupid deer straightened up and responded loudly, "It understands. It will listen to its elder brother from now on!" After the class, Ning Daoran fell into a chair and fell into deep thought.
He began to review everything that happened today. He had been quite low-key in selling the magical rice and buying the seeds, but he did not expect to be spotted and cause trouble.
Fortunately, during the soul-searching process, we got a basic understanding of the old Taoist's life. The old Taoist has no friends in the world of immortal cultivation, and he is the kind of person who takes risks as his life is coming to an end. The owner of Liuxifang is only in the early stage of Qi Refining, and the chance of him avenging the old Taoist is extremely low.
Just kill him, there will basically be no trouble this time.
Although the boss of Liuxifang has drawn a clear line between himself and Jie Xiu, but... forget it, let's write it down in my little notebook first, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.
As for saving the inner disciples, it’s hard to say yet. We’ll have to wait and see.
In short, we must be more low-key from now on, and let the presence of ourselves and Lao Lu in the sect continue to decrease! ...
The next day, spring came and flowers bloomed.
Everything that happened before was treated as if nothing had happened, and the man and the deer began their happy life again.
Spiritual Field No. 77 naturally needs to be taken care of, including loosening the soil, weeding, etc. Ning Daoran and Dabenlu have already mastered the skills, and have even learned the second level of the Rain-Transforming Art. They have begun to use this art to nourish the growth of crops.
In the evening, when Ning Daoran was playing with the big stupid deer on the ridge of the field, a figure appeared. Old Lu had returned.
"Fellow Daoist Ning, you look so good!"
Ning Daoran turned around and saluted: "Friend Lu, are you back from exploring the secret realm?"
"Yeah, I'm back!"
Elder Lu was beaming with joy as he pulled out a purple knife from his sleeve. He said with a smile, "Cooperating with a few fellow Taoists, we finally managed to open the restrictions on the monk after several months of hard work. We also got a first-class lower-grade magic weapon. This trip was not in vain."
"Congratulations!"
Ning Daoran's face was filled with a refreshing smile, but he was extremely jealous in his heart. After seeing the power of that small emerald green sword, he was eager for the magic weapon!
But if someone asked him to go to the secret realm again, he would naturally refuse. The risk was too high and it was totally unnecessary! He just needed to quietly grow spiritual rice. Time was on his side.
(End of this chapter)