"Put the Tianxin grass in this furnace, and after I refine it for seven days, it will become a pill."
Tian Xianzi looked at Xuxu Baiyan coming out of the stove, and couldn't help but sigh: "As expected of a holy rank spiritual plant, even the aura that comes out of alchemy is overflowing with spiritual energy. for sure to increase.”
Tianxincao is of great benefit to improving cultivation. After returning from Luming Mountain, Tianxianzi offered to help Ningning to make alchemy. In his original words, it is "the group of nerds in Nianchuntang just want to have fun. If you really want to make alchemy, you have to see your master respect me."
"It's not me who is bragging. When I was young, in order to make money to buy sword manuals, I worked hard to study alchemy. Even high-level alchemists praised me for my high understanding and talent in this area."
Tian Xianzi couldn't stop when he talked about his past glory, grinning and his tail was about to go up to the sky, where did he look like a teacher: "The head of Nianchun Hall also asked me specifically, if you are interested in learning pharmacy with him, I refused without hesitation."
Ning Ning took a sip of the fragrance overflowing around her and smelled the refreshing smell of flowers and trees and rain. The spiritual energy in the body seemed to be nourished and gathered peacefully and leisurely.
She was a little curious: "Master, why don't you continue to make alchemy to make money now?"
The clear-eyed young man raised his eyebrows, his eyes were hard to hide: "To make money from alchemy, it means that the hard work has to be handed over to others - I don't like that feeling."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and boredly touched a puff of white smoke, his fair fingertips were quickly scalded slightly pink: "Don't try to call me, instead of listening to those people's long-winded demands, it's better to draw a sword. It's a joy to have a fight."
It is impossible to work part-time. As expected of a well-known swordsman from all over the world, even if he is poor, he will never be the second party.
Ning Ning had to nod again, and Tian Xianzi saw that she was thinking, and asked curiously, "What are you thinking about?"
"I think," she replied obediently, without looking away from the white smoke, "it's not fair for the vast majority of people to practice Taoism. Ordinary people don't have the foundation to be outstanding, and they don't have the opportunity to seek it out. Chance, like this kind of heaven and earth treasure, I am afraid that I will never see it in my life - I will never escape the eight characters of mediocrity and mediocrity in my life."
In the past, Ning Ning felt that cultivating immortals was no different from the college entrance examination in the previous world. It was also a step-by-step climb, relying on the accumulation of time to become stronger.
But now that I think about it, the world of immortality is much more cruel than the college entrance examination.
From the perspective of talent, decades of hard training may not be comparable to the sword bone Tiancheng since its birth;
Judging from the family background, children from large families and sects have been offered spiritual medicines from birth, and it is difficult for their cultivation to not skyrocket. Like she got Tianxincao in the secret realm, her strength can go a thousand miles in a day without any effort, but ordinary people have no money and no chance, and they will not see many panaceas in their lifetime.
The aristocratic family monopolizes resources, and the common people have nowhere to go. The good ones are better, and the poor ones are left behind. It's a vicious circle.
"How did Ning Ning start thinking about this kind of question?"
Tian Xianzi raised his eyebrows and smiled: "As the saying goes, there is divine will in the dark. In addition to the threshold of talent and origin, cultivation of the Tao also pays attention to the word 'destiny'."
The little girl beside him looked a little confused. He paused for a moment and explained patiently: "Many people believe that fate is a matter of days. Even a mediocre little person, once the time turns and triggers an opportunity, he can rebound from the bottom of adversity, and all the way. Soaring straight up."
Fate for days.
Ning Ning thought that the novel she had read should be Pei Ji's destiny.
But-
"Master."
She subconsciously spoke out and asked, "Of course there are times when things come and go, but what if fate is destined to be a disaster? Do you have to obey the destiny and wait for death helplessly?"
Tian Xianzi made a "no" sound.
Then he raised his eyebrows and looked down at her with a smile: "Recite your master's name again."
Ning Ning was stunned for a while, and then said, "Tian Xianzi."
"Tianxian Tianxian, I chose these two words back then, just to be free and free, so that God can't do anything."
His eyebrows gradually blurred in the light smoke, and only a pair of bright and clear pupils were particularly eye-catching. It was like a gloomy night, when suddenly two stars cut through the darkness and brought forth a radiant brilliance.
"To say that the mandate of heaven cannot be violated, to know the mandate of heaven, and to perform human affairs, is all nonsense. If the way of heaven is not fair and smooth—"
Tian Xianzi nodded her forehead, raised her eyebrows and said, "That would break the way of heaven. Sword repair, only me, only the sword, can't help the sky."
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After saying goodbye to Tian Xianzi, and counting the time, it happened to be when Zheng Weiqi appeared in the original book.
Ning Ning came to the front of the mountain gate according to the prompt given by the system, and looked up to see the big sister who was standing in front of the stall selling goods.
Zheng Weiqi's name sounds elegant and gentle, but in fact she is the exact opposite of it. In easy to understand words, she is a well-deserved Zuan Wenqu star, and her personality is explosive. I heard that after she came back from the mountain, she learned a mouthful of foul language, and her small mouth was always babbling. Before she could make up a beautifully written and tearful "Guide to the Crematorium", she was praised by Master Tianxianzi. Under the Forbidden Spell—
As long as he speaks foul language, he will lose his mind and do all kinds of shameful and scandalous things. It is more terrifying than Sun Wukong's tight-knit curse. It is completely psychological torture.
At this moment, she was reclining at the gate of the mountain gate, with her arms around her chest, and she squinted at the two female disciples who were picking out the goods in front of the stall.
The blue silk was tied up high, wearing a men's shirt, the jade tree faced the wind, and when the wind blew slightly, it outlined a slender and leisurely body.
At first glance, he really looked like a dashing and unrestrained young man with long and narrow eyes, which made the two female disciples look sideways and chuckle from time to time.
"Did you see this?"
Seeing one of the little girls pick up a book and scrutinize it carefully, Zheng Weiqi yawned and stood forward: "Junior sister, I am surprised by your skeleton, it must be a rare martial arts prodigy once in a century. This book "Liuguang Sword" Fa: From Beginning to Entering the Earth" is a painting by me, and with you, it is absolutely worth the money."
Her voice was very elegant, with a bit of casual coldness, which was very nice.
The female disciple was shocked when she heard the words: "Is this a sword technique? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I thought it was a little book about the adventures of the centipede spirit."
"Centipede spirit?! I'll throw away all my unhappiness, calm down and reason with you, this peerless beautiful girl."
Zheng Weiqi was about to have a seizure, probably thinking of the curse that Tian Xianzi had imposed on her body, she had to twitch the corners of her eyes, forcibly put the twisted expression combination back into place, and pulled out a smile like she just finished eating human meat pork buns: " Junior sister, why does the person I draw look like a centipede?"
The little girl was startled, stretched out her hand timidly, and pointed to the alien creature on the first page with 12 abdominal muscles, each of which was round and bulging, bigger than its head.
This thing is not to mention the centipede, even if it claims to be a humanoid Lei Feng Pagoda, there are people who believe it. If you walk up it, you may be able to climb directly to the sky and be side by side with the sun.
"It's called abs, do you understand abs?"
Zheng Weiqi hated that iron could not be made of steel, and knew that swordsmanship could not be sold, so she raised her head angrily, just hitting Ning Ning's eyes.
She is also a disciple of Tianxianzi, although she is not familiar with the original owner, but she is always familiar. So he immediately stretched his brows and said slowly, "Little Junior Sister."
"Sister."
Ning Ning's heart moved, and she responded in a low voice.
In the original book, the original owner especially hated this deviant senior sister, and always felt that he had humiliated the style of the teacher.
In addition, Zheng Weiqi is too smart and has talent in swordsmanship, which makes her jealous and disgusted.
Now Zheng Weiqi came back from the bottom of the mountain and brought many novel and small objects to set up a stall to sell for money. Ning Ning came here this time, just to make a good mockery of this batch of goods, and promised that he would never buy such a frivolous thing.
Who wouldn't make a fuss.
She paused, and quickly continued: "Senior sister is going down the mountain this time, but it's really a young boy leaving home and returning home. An Neng can tell if I'm male or female."
Zheng Weiqi stared at her blankly: "Ha? What did you say?"
I almost forgot, this senior sister is not very literate, and she always skips over when she hears a mouthful sentence.
Ning Ning smiled and said, "I'm saying, after the senior sister came back down the mountain, she really couldn't tell that she was a girl. This Ma Pingchuan is really boundless and magnificent."
Zheng Weiqi followed her gaze and looked down, her gaze fell on her flat front chest.
Unexpectedly, he laughed a few seconds later, and seemed to be praised by the sky: "Junior sister has such a good eye! My breast wrap is made of celestial silk, which is soft and elastic. If the little sister likes it, I'll give you a few—and this men's suit, which is a mix of saffron and blue silk, so when you wear it in summer, your body will feel unparalleled cool and comfortable, I wonder if Junior Sister is interested?"
Although she has no culture, she knows that "boundless and magnificent" is a compliment! Can words spoken in compliments be offensive
Ning Ning:…
Can't you really hear that this is a sarcasm? Sister! I beg you to wake up quickly, don't be so happy after being scolded, and don't look at her with a look like "As expected of you, good eyesight"!
Ning Ning rubbed her eyebrows and decided to give up the yin and yang weirdness and start directly from her stall itself.
Zheng Weiqi is a wealthy sword repairer, who manages the small business of street stalls with ease.
Seeing that Ningning hesitated, he quietly took out a copy from the stack of books and handed it to her: "Junior sister is interested in this?"
Ning Ning looked down, good guy, with a big line of characters: "My Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Days with Sword Master Zhenxiao".
There are also dense introductions below: The entire Xuanxu Sword Sect knows that the Sword Master Zhenxiao is cold and noble. Until one day, a young disciple inadvertently saw him press the newly received direct disciple against the corner of the wall to kiss him. The man's eyes were scarlet: "Afraid of me, eh? Call me Master, and my life will be given to you."
Zheng Weiqi said: "This is a super popular text book recently. It tells the love-hate entanglement between the cold-hearted and cold-faced pretty master and the quirky and trouble-loving female disciple. It is definitely worth watching."
The introduction was so strong that Ning Ning almost felt embarrassed, so she reluctantly replied, "...No need."
After thinking for a while, he said softly, "I've seen the settings of Master Lengxin and the little apprentice who love to get into trouble before. The protagonists are called Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong. I wonder if Senior Sister has heard of it?"
Zheng Weiqi naturally shook her head: "I haven't read the script very much. I've never heard of what you said."
The two female disciples who had been wandering in front of the stall had disappeared. Ning Ning glanced over the miscellaneous books and words, and stopped on the rouge gouache in the corner.
In the established plot, the original owner slammed the poor quality of these cosmetics and was not on the table. He tore his face with Zheng Weiqi on the spot and forged a relationship from then on.
She should have done the same.
But in the original text [Ning Ning picked up a box of rouge and sneered: "Is this rouge made of lime powder? It's like going to a ghost marriage."], such a plot-
With so many miscellaneous gadgets in front of her, how could she know what rouge is and which one is mouth fat? !
Ning Ning was once again caught in a dilemma.
The original owner was pampered and raised from a young age, eating, drinking, and having fun. There is no doubt that the rouge gouache, which is the most commonly used by women, is very familiar.
But she's a different impostor.
She could tell the Dior Armani poplar grove accurately, but who could tell her what these strangely shaped and similar looking bottles were used for
Ning Ning pretended to be calm and took a breath.
The objects placed on the stalls are mainly red and white. The white ones should be similar to foundation, and the red ones are lipstick and blush.
Using her ingenuity to the fullest, she confirmed the usefulness of one of the round boxes—
Red but not bright, not as thin as lipstick or lipstick paper, it should be blush.
The original owner was the knife that took it first.
Ning Ning followed the plot obediently, dipped a little blush on her hand, and lightly smeared it on the right cheek.
This object is actually of good quality. As soon as it touched the skin, it fainted slightly, dyed a light red, and just as she was about to open her mouth, she heard Zheng Weiqi who was beside her take a sharp breath: "Little Junior Sister, what are you doing? ?"
As soon as these words came out, Ning Ning's heart was half cold.
Then she heard the next sentence in astonishment: "Why did you rub the nail paint on your face?!"
Ning Ning:…
She said why this blush is so moisturizing, it turned out to be nail polish at all.
Ning Ning forced a stiff smile.
Zheng Weiqi looked at her with shock on her face and hesitated.
How can there be a girl in this world who can't even tell the difference between fat powder and pigment? Obviously even the most ordinary family will prepare some rouge gouache for the little daughter at home!
Is it—
"Little sister."
Zheng Weiqi spends most of the year at the foot of the mountain, and she doesn't know any information about the younger brothers and sisters. At this time, try to lower your voice and put your tone softly: "Did you learn makeup before you entered the Xuanxu School?"
Ning Ning made a joke, if the duck-mouthed stubbornly claimed that he was proficient in this way, he would only cause more moths.
So she told the truth: "My family said I was too young to learn this."
Zheng Weiqi was shocked and sighed deeply.
What a pity, today's women have been studying makeup since childhood, how can there be a saying that "you are not suitable for your age"? I'm afraid the younger sister won't know yet, the reason why my parents told her like that...
Just because the family really doesn't have the spare money to buy it.
This is the only thing a pair of poor parents can do to protect their young daughter's fragile self-esteem.
"Yes, yes, at a young age, you really shouldn't learn."
Zheng Weiqi was moved a little, she was embarrassed to expose this kind lie, and sighed in a low voice: "But you are a big girl now, hasn't your mother taught some knowledge in this regard?"
"I-"
Ning Ning had no memory of the original owner, so she had to bite the bullet and answer: "Teaching is taught, but the equipment is not like this."
She tried to recall, trying to describe: "The mouth fat is a long tube that can be applied directly to the mouth; the powder is very close to the color of the skin and won't be too white when rubbed; Eyeshadow, colorful, anything."
After some description, Zheng Weiqi was stunned.
Little Junior Sister's house... She actually made her own rouge powder.
What can be easily put into a pipe must be a liquid. Why make mouth fat liquid? It could only be because I could only find a very small amount of mouth fat at home. In order to allow my little daughter to use it for a while, I mixed it with water and mixed it, which seemed to be more.
How can the color of the powder be similar to the skin? Obviously, whether it is lead powder or pearl powder, after smearing it, it will be no different from white gnocchi. To make it match your skin tone, you have to add something else. White and light beige powder, could it be...
Soil with lime? !
Zheng Weiqi was shocked.
Her precarious brain capacity can no longer withstand the tossing of the so-called "eye shadow".
There are all kinds of colors, how can ordinary people get so many colors? It is nothing more than squeezing the juice out of the flower and applying it to the eyes.
Heaven.
What kind of life did the little junior sister live before.
A little girl of sixteen or seventeen, trying to squeeze out the last bit of fluid that came out of the small tube, smeared it on her pale lips.
Her face was covered with traces of dirt and lime, and her eyes were filled with colorful petals. She smiled so contentedly and so happy.
Behind her, there is a pair of middle-aged men and women who are also smiling. The vicissitudes of life are full of traces of time on their cheeks, simple and unpretentious.
Zheng Weiqi was at a loss for words, and murmured for a while, "You really have a good pair of parents."
Little Junior Sister frowned, showing a slightly confused look. She knew that the other party would not understand the intention of her words, and after a pause, she asked tentatively, "Ling Zun and Ling Tang, are you still living well now?"
Ning Ning's eyes finally showed a trace of disappointment: "I don't know... They are all in another world."
Zheng Weiqi: ! ! !
Zheng Weiqi didn't dare to ask any more questions.
Now, even the parents who love her the most have gone first.
No one will use dirt mixed with lime again to make her smile and make her happy.
She has heard that this girl has had a long meal in the Xuanxu Sect, and her childhood has been so bitter, how can she let the younger sister enter the sect, or she is lonely and pitiful
Zheng Weiqi, who has a strong sense of justice, is determined. From now on, she is willing to rebuild a warm home for her little sister.
"Little sister."
Her eyes were filled with sullenness, and the iron cock finally pulled the hair back, and looked at Ning Ning with great affection: "Senior sister and you are destined to meet today, don't dislike the things on the stall, just take it."
Ning Ning hurriedly shook his head: "I don't want it."
Silly boy, what's the point of this.
Zheng Weiqi's heart trembled slightly. Although her little junior sister was earthy, she was stubborn, simple, and indomitable.
This kind of soil, like a small white flower born from barren soil, is inconspicuous at first glance, and only through in-depth contact will you understand the stubbornness and sadness of its growth.
I believe that her parents who are far away are also silently proud of their daughter.
Zheng Weiqi was full of thoughts, and Ning Ning next to her saw that she was crying and laughing alone, which was quite abnormal, so she moved to the other side calmly.
Unexpectedly, I immediately heard Zheng Weiqi's soft voice that made people shiver: "There is a snack I brought back from outside, you can taste it - the cow cream in front of you, and the small spoons are next to the white kits. inside."
If it was Ning Ning herself, she would be embarrassed to say thank you and refuse, but the script of the vicious female supporting role was so carefree in her mind that she had to bite the bullet and pick up one of the boxes, open it and dig out a piece with a spoon.
The smell was so strange that she cried, making her wrinkle her face genuinely: "You cow cream—"
Unexpectedly, Zheng Weiqi sucked in a breath of cold air, her eyes staring like copper bells: "My cow cream!"
Ningning:
How did you steal my lines
Before she could react, she heard Zheng Weiqi continue: "This is not cow cream! Which little bastard doesn't have eyes and put his face fat here?!"
noodle. fat.
No wonder the little things look so chic.
Ha ha.
Ning Ning's heart went straight to the road with these two words, but as the saying goes, life is constantly ups and downs, when God closes a door for you, it will definitely lock another window. .
In a trance, she heard the voice still ringing in her ears: "There is arsenic in here! Although the amount is not fatal... Hurry up, I will take you to Nianchun Hall!"
arsenic. Frost.
Ning Ning lowered his head expressionlessly and looked at the white, creamy solid in his hand.
Leprechaun.
Who sent you to her side
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He Zhizhou was punished by Tian Xianzi to practice the sword for a day and a night, and immediately rushed into the Nianchun Hall to lie down. I don't know how long I slept, and I was suddenly awakened by a fiery female voice.
He knew that woman, Zheng Weiqi from Tian Xianzi's family, who was not at home all the year round, and seemed to be one of Ning Ning's targets.
As for the people who were brought in by her on her shoulders—
He Zhizhou's pupils were shaken.
I saw Ning Ning look in a trance, and a big red blushing dizzy on his face, as if someone had punched him hard.
Rao Shi Nian Chuntang's medical repair also subconsciously exclaimed: "Who was Ning Ning's junior sister beaten like this?"
What Zheng Weiqi said to him in a low voice, He Zhizhou didn't hear a word. The only thing he knew was that the medical repair showed an even more incredible look after hearing this: "You said she ate arsenic by herself?"
Zheng Weiqi covered her face with her hands, and finally stopped lowering her voice: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault."
Then Ning Ning whispered in a low voice, every word was full of sadness, making him inexplicably think of the old mummified corpse in Xiangxi after the corpse fraud: "Senior sister, I don't want your goods, I really don't want it... Senior sister, I am Isn't it good soil?"
He understood everything.
Ning Ning, you are so stupid, really.
I knew for a long time that you were a low-profile girl. You must be very sorry for being beaten up for stealing other people's things.
- But you can't afford to swallow arsenic and kill yourself so mercilessly!
He Zhizhou felt like he was in an ice cellar, but he felt that the future was lost and his heart ached.
Other people's villains are proficient in eating and drinking, and occasionally mad, and can also cause readers to scream.
But what about him and Ningning
One was lying on the hospital bed like a broken rag doll, the other was directly mentally devastated, and I killed myself.
He wanted to cry, and he wanted his mother too.
When will these villains stand up