After all, Shen Yuanzhi hadn't dared to even consider this idea before. If Ning Ye didn't agree, and he dared to find some people on his own, then things would become very complicated.
After the autumn harvest, Ning Ye didn't have much else to do. Even if he wanted to launch some new products, they were just small trinkets to supplement the brands in the shop. Most of the time, he devoted himself to practicing martial arts with Sikong Changfeng.
Inside the courtyard, Ning Ye held a large spear, his movements as swift as a dragon, exuding great power. However, in Sikong Changfeng's eyes, it was full of flaws.
Sikong Changfeng only had a bamboo pole in his hand, and with a couple of casual movements, he was able to adjust Ning Ye's inaccurate force.
"If you can save every bit of strength on the battlefield in the future, it will be an advantage. If you use all your strength in every attack, you may be able to suppress the opponent, but you must know that having more strength on the battlefield is the key to survival."
Ning Ye narrowly dodged Sikong Changfeng's shot. "Daoist Sikong, why do I feel like you're being a bit too ruthless with me?"
"Then you don't understand. You have experience, so naturally I can't teach you slowly. Only in this life-or-death struggle can you learn more. Otherwise, you'll learn much more slowly."
There was nothing Ning Ye could do but grit his teeth and persevere. A month had passed in the blink of an eye, and he could indeed feel that he had made progress compared to before. Moreover, he had also used the Limit Booster, and sure enough, the pain that day was excruciating.
During this time, Lin Qinshu even suspected that he had ingested some kind of poison. Fortunately, after Ning Ye persuaded her repeatedly, Lin Qinshu did not go out to find a doctor.
However, after using the potion, Ning Ye clearly felt the difference. You know, his original body wasn't that powerful, but now he felt full of power, which was on a completely different level from ordinary people.
However, this also meant that he didn't have as much control over himself as before. After all, this sudden surge in power needed time to digest, and Sikong Changfeng was perfectly able to solve this problem.
The two fought for a full incense stick's time before stopping. Looking at their movements, Ning Ye realized that Sikong Changfeng was a complete monster. Despite fighting for so long, he showed no signs of fatigue. Ning Ye wondered how this guy had trained himself to such a level.
As if sensing Ning Ye's doubts, Sikong Changfeng said, "Internal martial arts are all about cultivating one breath. Under normal circumstances, our breath should be longer and more powerful, while external martial arts are more about physical strength and are more forceful. Of course, the difference isn't that great."
Several big question marks rose in Ning Ye's mind. Was this really that big?
Even Ning Ye was feeling a bit tired, but Sikong Changfeng seemed completely unaffected.
This made Ning Ye quite eager to try it out. If he could learn it, wouldn't he become a killing machine on the battlefield, completely tireless?
"Hehe, Master Sikong, you've been treating me to good food and drink and keeping me here for so many days. Shouldn't you teach me a couple of real skills?"
Sikong Changfeng shook his head and said, "You can't do it. Even if I teach you, you won't be able to learn it. It's not that I don't want to teach you, but you really don't have the aptitude."
Ning Ye refused to believe it. Could this thing really be called "people-reading"? Unfortunately, no matter what Ning Ye said, Sikong Changfeng wouldn't budge.
Even when Xiaoqing pleaded for mercy, it was to no avail. She was like an old stubborn person who had stuck to her own beliefs, and nothing she said could change her mind.
As he finished speaking, Sikong Changfeng added, "Xiaoqing, what I teach you can only be practiced by women. If you teach it to your young master and something goes wrong, don't come looking for me then."
This sentence completely extinguished Ning Ye's little scheme. Since the other party had already said so much, what else could he do?
More than a month has passed in the blink of an eye, but Zhao Mingjing, who is thousands of miles away in the capital, is having a terrible headache.
During his last trip to Qingyuan County, Zhao Mingjing had intended to seek help from an old friend, but unfortunately, he did not get to meet this elder friend.
When Zhao Mingjing returned to the capital, nothing else went wrong, but the few bars of soap he brought back became a hot topic.
At this moment, Zhao Mingjing's second uncle, Zhao Wuliang, appeared beside him, playing with the bar of soap that had been brought back.
"You mean this thing is quite common in that small county town? Haven't you considered bringing it all back or asking for the recipe?"
Zhao Ming, wincing in pain, said, "Uncle, how was I supposed to know this thing would be so popular? Have all these rich and powerful people gone mad?"
Zhao Wuliang laughed and said, "There haven't been any new things in the capital for a long time, so it's understandable that they're so popular all of a sudden. If we could find out how to make them, we might be able to make a fortune."
"Uncle, didn't you already send someone over? They should be back soon, so why have you come looking for me again today?"
"You know that things are not very peaceful in various places right now, so it's uncertain whether the people I sent out will be able to return safely. If they can't, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to go again."
Zhao Mingjing fell silent for a moment. "Uncle, I have severed ties with the Zhao family. You should handle your own affairs. I shouldn't help you."
Zhao Wuliang sighed and said, "Even if the bones are broken, the tendons are still connected. Why say such things? No matter what, we are family, and that cannot be changed."
Zhao Mingjing suddenly stood up. "If Second Uncle came here today just to tell me this, then please go back. I will not agree to your request. Telling you where it is is already more than enough."
“What happened back then was not what we wanted. Of course, no matter how much I say, you probably won’t believe me, but we are family after all, and you can’t forget this.”
Zhao Mingjing remained unmoved, and Zhao Wuliang had no choice but to leave. At this moment, they were on Qinglong Street, the most bustling street in the capital, a place that some people were unwilling to approach at all.
The people living on Qinglong Street all share one characteristic: they have absolutely no connection with the Eight Great Families. However, this group cannot be considered powerless or indifferent, since the Eight Great Families could not possibly have won over everyone from the beginning; there are other forces outside of them.
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