A new record in the world of practice means that it can leave a strong mark in the history books.
But new records often represent new disturbances.
So when Ding Ning returned to Wutongluo wine shop, when he took the first step into the wine shop, Changsun Qianxue's cold and displeased voice sounded: "Do you have to be discovered so quickly?"
The words of Changsun Qianxue contained two meanings.
One is that you can control the speed of your cultivation, and the other is that even if you want to break through the realm so quickly, you can still hide your cultivation after breaking through without letting others notice.
"It must be so fast."
Hearing Changsun Qianxue's words with two meanings, Ding Ning answered very simply, then looked at the frost-faced Changsun Qianxue and explained softly: "Because I want to make Xue Wangxu look good."
The eldest grandson Qianxue seemed to accept Ding Ning's statement, her face gradually softened, but her tone was still as usual cold: "For you, you have too many worries."
"The end result is the goal. Regardless of whether the goal can be achieved or not, I also hope that the process can be more exciting and meaningful." Ding Ning looked at her and said, "The less fettered a person may be, the easier it is to be hated."
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Like all normal old people, Xue Wangxu went to bed early, but woke up later than most old people.
In the dim morning light, Zhang Yi held the noodle bowl and stopped the heavy but disordered breathing coming from the room. Thinking of Xue Wangxu's fairy bone style in the past, and thinking of the demeanor above the seven realms, he couldn't help feeling sad. Come on, tears are about to drip into the noodle bowl in my hand.
He was very worried that the heavy breathing suddenly disappeared, or that Xue Wangxu would never wake up.
However, just when a tear was about to fall, with a long exhalation, Xue Wangxu woke up to welcome a new day in Changling.
Hearing Xue Wangxu get up, Zhang Yi hurried into the small courtyard before putting down the bowl.
Xue Wangxu, who was slowly putting on his clothes, heard the hurried footsteps outside the door, Zhang Yi's hasty appearance naturally appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but scolded, "What are you doing in such a hurry, I'm afraid I'll fall asleep No way."
Zhang Yi made a wrong step and froze five or six steps away from Xue Wangxu's door, and said in a hurry: "It's almost Chinese New Year, and you still say these unlucky words!"
Apart from Li Daoji, before Ding Ning entered Baiyang Cave, Zhang Yi was Xue Wangxu's favorite disciple, but he also couldn't stand Zhang Yi's pedantic and mother-in-law. Standing up slightly, he couldn't help but want to swear, but suddenly, his nostrils twitched and he smelled a familiar scent, and he suddenly became curious: "Zhang Yi, are you eating noodles?"
Zhang Yi was taken aback, looked at the noodle bowl in his hand, felt a little ashamed, and lowered his head: "I heard that you and my junior brother often eat noodles at the noodle shop at the entrance of the alley. You didn't get up, and I heard from the noodle shop owner that tomorrow will be a rest for the Chinese New Year, so I ordered a bowl to taste it, but I was negligent for a moment, and you haven't eaten it yet, but I have already eaten it here."
Xue Wangxu suddenly got excited, and before he had finished putting on his coat, he said repeatedly: "Quickly open the door and come in so I can have a look."
Zhang Yi was very puzzled immediately, does the cave master love noodles so much? But he, who valued respecting the teacher and respecting the way very much, naturally did not dare to hesitate. He immediately reached the door with one stride, pushed the door open and entered.
Xue Wangxu looked at Zhang Yi's hands with concentration.
After seeing the color of the bowl in Zhang Yi's hand, he immediately pointed at Zhang Yi with one hand, beat the bed with the other and laughed wildly. For a while, I was out of breath from laughing, almost out of breath.
"What's the matter?"
Zhang Yi's face turned pale, and she thought that the little junior brother entrusted her to take care of her, but if it turned out that the cave master lost his mind and went crazy after only one night, how would he explain this!
"it's okay no problem."
Seeing Zhang Yi who was so nervous that he was about to pounce on him, Xue Wangxu stopped rubbing his aching stomach while saying, "Next time, remember to bring your own bowl when you go to that noodle shop."
"Bring your own bowl?"
Zhang Yi still felt that Xue Wangxu was extremely abnormal. Could it be that the taste of this noodle had something to do with the bowl, not to mention that they were so close, and the owner of the noodle shop was so talkative, wouldn't it be fine to just return the bowl after eating
"Your junior brother is still awake?"
Xue Wangxu suppressed his laughter and said, "Let him eat noodles with me."
"Okay, I'll call him right away." Zhang Yi felt that Ding Ning's presence seemed to be able to calm down the situation, so she turned around and was about to run out.
"Why are you running!"
Seeing this, Xue Wangxu couldn't help shouting: "It's so close, wouldn't he hear it if you shouted?"
Zhang Yi was stunned, wondering: "This seems a bit impolite..."
Xue Wangxu was slightly annoyed, "What a disrespect! This is an ordinary neighborhood alley, what do you think it is, you are such a mother-in-law, do you want me to shout!"
Zhang Yi suddenly had a bitter face, and shouted in a rough voice: "Little brother, the cave master calls you to come and eat noodles with him!"
In the distance, the owner of the noodle shop on the other side of the street responded, "What kind of noodles do you want? I'll help you make the toppings first!"
"Fat intestine noodles."
Ding Ning's clear voice sounded.
"Me too." Xue Wangxu glanced at Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi could only frowned and shouted, "Two bowls of fat intestine noodles."
"Why don't you ask for another bowl." Xue Wangxu was a little satisfied now, and glanced at the noodle bowl in Zhang Yi's hand, "You also bring a bowl to eat with us."
"How can this be done?" Zhang Yi seemed to make up his mind, and he ate all the noodles in the bowl in two bites, and then said apologetically, "The five grains are given by the emperor, and the farmers sow them hard, and grind them into rice noodles. How can they be wasted."
Xue Wangxu looked at his bulging cheeks, sighed softly, and said, "You only memorize these old sayings, but you don't know how to listen to the old man's words, and you will suffer in front of your eyes. If you know that this dishwashing man likes to dig his hands from time to time Nostrils, would you still say that?"
Zhang Yi's eyes suddenly puffed up, and the expression on his face was extremely exciting.
At this moment, Ding Ning's figure appeared in the small courtyard behind him.
Zhang Yi turned around, and the moment he saw Ding Ning's face clearly, the noodle bowl in his hand fell to the ground with a thud and broke into several pieces.
Xue Wangxu couldn't help shaking his head: "Even if you are expressing indignation, don't throw other people's bowls."
But Zhang Yi tremblingly said: "Little... small... little master..."
Xue Wangxu finally felt strange, he fixedly looked at Ding Ning who was approaching, his eyes gradually widened.
"The third realm?"
He was not breathing well, coughed a few times, looked at Ding Ning uncertainly and asked.
Ding Ning smiled slightly, and began to carry a basin of hot water for washing.
"It's just..."
Xue Wangxu said a few words, but he really didn't know how to describe it, so he burst out laughing.
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On the eastern outskirts of Changling City, there is a secluded courtyard surrounded by a wide range of walls, but the buildings inside are small and exquisite.
In front of a hut with gray walls and black tiles, there is a natural green spring surrounded by wild grass.
At this time, the withered yellow grass was covered with white snow, but the spring water in the center was still lively, exuding a trace of heat, and there were even a few red carps swimming in it.
A practitioner of unknown age sat cross-legged in this hut, facing the green pool.
The reason why you can't tell the age is not that the years have not left marks on his face, but that his hair and beard have not been trimmed for many years. The long hair reaches the ground, and the beard also covers half of his face.
It's just that even though his long hair hangs down like weeds, his body still has a sense of heroism, exuding a spring-like breath.
Two men in Chinese clothes stood under the steps on the left side in front of him. One looked to be in his thirties, and the other was in his fifties. Only those with extremely high positions would have The momentum of not being angry and self-prestige.
"Brother, we may be wrong."
The man in his thirties, whose hair was coiled up with a hosta, looked at the hair-distributing practitioner with some distress, and said, "The wine shop boy we have noticed has already reached the third level, breaking through the level faster than An Baoshi and Jing Ruri is even faster."
"It won't be faster than them. I heard that in the sword sacrificial trial, he used the elixir to directly go from the low-grade to the high-grade of qi refining." Said: "And even if you use all kinds of elixir to nourish your body, you will age prematurely when you reach the fifth level at most... The fifth level is meaningless."
The man in his thirties asked softly: "The family wants to listen to your opinion, so your meaning is still the same as before?"
The exhalation cultivator remained motionless and said, "Same."
The two well-dressed men stopped talking, exited this unique small courtyard, and left in a bronze-colored carriage.
"What he said also makes sense."
In the somewhat dull carriage, the man in his thirties pondered and said: "An Baoshi and Jing Liuli did not use any pills to practice. Strictly speaking, Ding Ning may not be faster than the two of them. The medicinal energy of the pills Depositing in the body will affect the perception of vitality in the future, so it is true... "
"What's the point! Fang Xiumu is stupid from practicing swords, so are you stupid too!"
However, his words were directly interrupted by a sneer and reprimand from a man in his fifties, "How long has it been since the trial of the sword sacrifice? It's not yet March! Don't say that this son only passed the second trial of the sword sacrifice." Middle-level state means that they had already reached the top-level second level at that time. How long did it take for An Baoshi and Jing Liuli to go from top-level level two to break-through and enter the third level? Others don’t know, so don’t you know? It’s just Comparing the time from the top-rank of the second realm to the third realm, you will understand! What's more, this son followed Xue Wangxu to Zhushan County, was busy running around, and did not practice continuous retreat!"
The man in his thirties froze for a moment.
"Four months... An Baoshi and Jing Liuli, in the eight months from the second level to the third level, the main time spent is in the latter part."
After staying for a few breaths, he took a deep breath and said in shock: "In this case, Ding Ning is fast."
"Fang Xiumu is now called Fang Kuaimu, and he has practiced swords like this. I don't know what kind of flowers can be produced by sitting in front of a spring pool for several years. He was born in a family that relies on him the most." A man in his fifties. He sneered and said: "He is not optimistic about this boy, but I want to try it. Even the queen pays attention to this boy because of Xue Wangxu. I wanted to see his performance at the Minshan Sword Festival, so I also contributed to the flames." Fan, if this son really has extraordinary achievements, the family's opinion of him will naturally change in the future."