Old Man Lu's yard is very messy, and there are not many places to go, but this old man doesn't care, and he wants to let it develop.
In desperation, Ning Chen first helped the old man to clean up the yard. If it goes on like this, the yard will no longer be able to live in.
The first time he came to this yard, he was carried by the old man, very violent, but also very warm.
In Lu Lao's eyes, there is no difference between disabled and disabled, and his disability may be slightly stronger than some old men's trash.
Old Lu's shot just now wasn't serious, mainly because he didn't recover after being injured by the old eunuch. In addition to the dark torment in the Nether Hell, his internal injuries continued to deteriorate, and once he started to use his hands, it was easy to cause old injuries.
Counting that since he came to this world, the most injuries have been, one after another, it seems that it has not been completely better.
Fortunately, he is still alive!
Lu Lao stood in front of the door, looking at the wheelchair under the busy young man, frowning slightly. At the beginning, he was making a wheelchair for the first time, except for adding a few small organs on it, there was nothing else. long.
It is really difficult to make wheelchairs more sensitive these days.
The wheelchair is not a fast thing after all.
Ning Chen is not in a hurry, and waits for Lu Lao to think. He has been cleaning up in the courtyard. He doesn't know how many days it will take after he leaves. .
If someone like Old Man Lu was placed in his world, he would probably be a Frankenstein.
"come here"
After a long time, Lu Lao frowned even more, and said hello.
Ning Chen put the last piece of wood on the garbage that was still like a mountain in the corner, and immediately turned the wheelchair and walked over.
Old Man Lu stepped forward and put his hand on the wheelchair. The next moment, he pressed down with a huge force, only to hear a bang, and the wheelchair suddenly fell apart and scattered everywhere.
"Old Man Lu, you"
Ning Chen was startled, and at this moment, he pulled out the ink sword and slammed it on the ground, barely breaking a dog and gnawing at the mud.
“Good response”
Elder Lu said lightly, then bent down to pick up the two wheels on the ground, and Shi Shiran went back to the house.
"banging"
The door was closed, and an indifferent voice came from inside, "Wait outside, don't enter the house"
Only the fool was willing to go in, Ning Chen muttered, then sat down on the spot and waited boredly.
Suddenly, there was a suffocation in his chest, and drops of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth. Ning Chen held his chest with his left hand, feeling agitated in his heart. Although this injury could not die, it was not the way to keep vomiting blood like this.
Closing his eyes and mobilizing his true qi, the silver light revolves along the meridians, again suppressing the injury. In the sea of qi in Dantian, under the golden paper on the first page, the silver cyclone grows stronger day by day, slowly rotating like a galaxy, next to it, a trace of dark yellow true qi gathers, vaguely forming an independent small cyclone, and the other golden paper sinks.
Floating in the sky, constantly receiving the nourishment of true essence.
Over the past few days, the growth of his cultivation has been gradually slowing down. He knew that he had reached a bottleneck. The fifth rank of martial arts was the first level of the day after tomorrow, and many people were stuck here and could make progress.
There are very few geniuses like Lime, Son of God and Xia Miaoyu who broke through all the way to the peak of the ninth-rank at such a young age.
Under the pressure of the injury, Ning Chen continued to practice on the spot. Will Old Man Lu come out for a while? Before returning to the palace, he must seize all the time to improve his strength.
He didn't know when the cultivation base would break through the fifth rank, and the expansion of the silver cyclone gradually slowed down. Now, the fastest way for him to improve his strength is to complete the second cyclone as soon as possible, which may come in unexpected use in battle.
In the past two days, the growth rate of the dark yellow cyclone has far exceeded that of the silver cyclone, which has reached its limit. If it cannot break through the fifth rank, it will be the best choice for cultivation.
The sunset and the moon rise, the world is constantly changing, the door has not been opened, Ning Chen in the courtyard sits quietly there, letting the frost wet his clothes.
Under the moonlight, a huge dark yellow vortex formed in the courtyard, frantically swallowing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth with Ning Chen as the center.
There is no bottleneck restriction between realms, and the dark yellow cyclone expands all the way, and in a short period of time, it has a tendency to compete with the silver cyclone.
However, this kind of growth still has flaws after all. It lacks the baptism of realm. The dark yellow cyclone seems to be inferior in quality and quantity, and it is always difficult to achieve the boundless oppression of the silver cyclone.
At this moment, the door of the room opened, and Lu Lao walked out, with a tired face, but the old eyes were as bright as starlight.
Ning Chen opened his eyes, restrained his breath, and quietly looked at the old man in front of him.
"Boy, what is martial arts for?" Lu Lao asked.
"Fight," Ning Chen said honestly.
"Where's the sword in your hand?"
"kill"
"What if the person you want to kill or the person who wants to kill you has difficulties?"
"None of my business"
Lu Lao smiled and said with admiration, "I just like your character, shameless and undisguised."
"Thank you for your compliment," Ning Chen accepted calmly.
"The wheelchair is ready, don't thank me"
"You think too much"
Ning Chen looked at the new black wheelchair beside Old Man Lu, a dazzling light burst out in his eyes, and immediately slapped the ground with his right hand, his body suddenly flew up and landed on the wheelchair.
The next moment, the wheelchair turned thousands of times, and streaks of light were drawn in the courtyard. Ning Chen stopped abruptly, looked at Old Man Lu in front of him, and said, "Old Man Lu, you have passed the trick."
Lu Lao laughed and replied quickly, "You are looking for abuse yourself"
"Bang"
Old Man Lu's figure flashed, and his right palm broke through the air. Even if he suppressed the Seven Successes, he was still unstoppable, and his strength was a mess.
Ning Chen quickly retreated, avoiding the sharp edge. After seven steps, he pointed with his left hand, bullied himself up, and pointed to the acupoint of Tianzong on the right shoulder of the old man.
Old Lu turned sideways and avoided the move. However, Ning Chen was even faster, and with a bang, he pulled out the ink sword with his right hand.
"insidious!"
Old Man Lu exclaimed, the breath around his body did not dare to be suppressed any longer, it burst out, the terrifying coercion swept away, and Ning Chen Zhen flew out all at once.
"thorn la la"
The ink sword in Ning Chen's hand slammed into the ground at once, and then stopped after drawing a distance of two feet.
"Old man Lu, do you want shame?"
Ning Chen asked with anger on his face.
"Oh, miss, miss"
Old Man Lu's face was a rare blushing, and it was a bit dishonorable to do it with a junior, but this kid's moves were indeed a bit strange, although not extremely fast, but the angle and timing were really tricky and difficult to deal with.
He still remembered that when Ning Chen first came to the academy, his legs were crippled, and he was only a 2nd-rank rookie in martial arts. Apart from his temperament, he was useless.
It's only been a few months, and the little rookie at the beginning has made such great progress.
It seems that people's potential is forced out. Although talent and disability will become obstacles, they are not absolute factors.
"Elder Lu, I'm leaving, goodbye"
The goal was achieved, Ning Chen really didn't want to see Old Man Lu's irritating face again, he waved his hand and turned the wheelchair to leave.
"No," Lu Lao said impatiently.
"Next time, I'll bring you some imperial wine from the palace"
In the darkness of the night, Ning Chen's figure slowly disappeared, and he was about to disappear in front of his eyes.
Old Man Lu's expression changed, his tone changed, he stretched out his hand and shouted loudly, "Boy, welcome to come again next time"
Ning Chen waved his hand without looking back, and gradually disappeared into the night.
Old Man Lu sighed in disappointment, then turned around and went back to the house. He won't do anything tonight and go to sleep.
Ning Chen returned to the academy, the little white horse had already returned from the master, and seeing each other one by one, he felt a sudden closeness.
The little white horse put his face on his face, and was about to express his happiness, but was pushed away by Ning Chen, "Go away, brother is going to sleep, you can do whatever you want."
With a bang, Ning Chen closed the door and could only leave the little white horse in the courtyard. He didn't understand how it could provoke this strange master.
After a night of silence, Ning Chen went out early the next day, not even waking up the sleeping little white horse.
He was going to see the dean for nothing, just to say thank you.
The residence in the courtyard is not a secret, everyone knows it.
Outside a small forest in the academy, an ordinary house sat peacefully there. There was so much snow outside, but this small house was dry and quiet, with no snow falling.
Ning Chen came to the outside of the hut and said respectfully, "President, Ning Chen asks for an interview."
Squeak, with a soft sound, the door opened, and in front of him was an old man dressed in coarse cloth, with an ordinary appearance, he looked no different from an ordinary old man on the street.
However, this is one of the five strongest people in the world, the dean of Tiancang Academy.
"Um"
The dean nodded. He was no stranger to the young man in front of him. The queen never asked for help in this life, but finally made an exception because of the young man in front of him.
"I'm here to thank you and say goodbye by the way," Ning Chen said.
"Why?" the dean asked calmly.
"Back to the Palace"
"What's the matter?"
Ning Chen was silent and did not answer.
The dean frowned and asked aggressively, "You don't trust me"
Ning Chen was silent again, as an answer.
Life-saving grace and trust are two different things. There are very few people he can trust in this world, and nothing will change because the dean saved him.
"you go"
The dean waved his sleeves, turned and entered the room.
"Xie Dean"
Ning Chen bowed and bowed, then turned around and left.
The meeting between the two took only a few breaths from the beginning to the end. The dean was very busy, and Ning Chen was also not an idler, so neither of them were willing to talk nonsense.
After all, the two didn't know each other very well.
One is entrusted by others, and the other is involuntary. In fact, there is no need for familiarity.
In this world, how can there be so many people who meet each other happily, respect the old and love the young.
The gap in strength is always the biggest barrier between people.
The dean is innate, he is acquired, the difference of one day is the difference between heaven and earth.
Ning Chen is not a mediocre person, so he won't do mediocre things.
The little white horse in the courtyard was still sleeping. Ning Chen waited in the courtyard until the little white horse woke up. He had something to say to the little white horse.
After more than half an hour, the little white horse woke up leisurely, and saw the evil master standing in front of him, his body was shaking, and he was completely sleepy.
"I gotta go"
Ning Chen thought about it for a long time, and decided to speak directly.
"wheeze"
The little white horse got up, ready to follow along.
"I'm going alone"
Ning Chen stared at the little white horse and said calmly.
"Hu Chi, Hu Chi" The little white horse's eyes showed a hint of panic, and there was a rapid sound in his throat, it didn't know what it did wrong.
"It's not your fault, I broke my promise, but I still have to go"
Ning Chen suppressed the unbearable feeling in his heart, and sighed softly, there are too many dangers here, whether he can come back or not, he can't let the little white horse take the risk.
"Woo..." The little white horse leaned down and begged in a mournful voice, tears of pleading faintly rolling in his big eyes.
"Eh." With a silent sigh, Ning Chen left with a heartless heart, but he never looked back again...