The autumn wind and autumn rain were cool in his heart. Ding Ning, who blew out the oil lamp, took off his coat, sat cross-legged on his bed, and took out the unexpected gift from Song Shenshu, the red copper-colored coarse porcelain pill bottle, and poured out the dead fish. The pale white pills that look like eyes.
"This is the Yuan Condensation Pill that will be used when the practitioners of the third realm are moving towards the fourth realm. Don't tell me that you want to refine this pill right now."
When he was looking at the elixir, in the darkness across from him, the cold voice of the eldest grandson Qianxue sounded again through the curtain.
Because it was a matter of cultivation, Ding Ning answered very seriously: "Others may not be able to, but my exercises are different from others, so I can barely do it."
The eldest grandson Qianxue stopped talking, she knew that tonight was more important to Ding Ning, so she just lay down quietly with her eyes closed, and did not practice.
Ding Ning didn't say anything anymore, he swallowed the pale white pill that looked like the eyes of a dead fish in his hand, crushed the coarse porcelain pill bottle, and then closed his eyes.
A pungent medicinal power started from his throat and quickly spread to his whole body.
The inconspicuous pale white pill that looked like the eyes of a dead fish quickly disappeared in his body, but the terrifying medicinal power seemed to turn him into an extremely huge pale white fish in his body.
The pale white fish, which was many times larger than his body, began to swim wantonly in his body.
His meridians were quickly ruptured, and the flesh and blood in his body could not withstand such a powerful medicine gas at all, and the flesh and blood began to crack and dry up.
If it were any other cultivator, he would definitely die violently in the next instant, turning into countless pieces of flesh and blood.
However, at this moment, the sound of silkworms sounded in the darkness.
The sound of silkworms became more and more dense, but it was not the sound of gnawing on mulberry leaves, but the sound of countless rustling, like spinning silk.
A faint light began to shine on Ding Ning's body.
It seemed that countless invisible silkworms crawled to the surface of his body and began to spin silk.
Countless filaments visible to the naked eye formed outside his body.
Each of these filaments seems to be the true essence of practitioners above the three realms, drawn like condensed liquid, and contains powerful power.
It's just unimaginable that the color of each filament is very heterogeneous, it looks like many different colors of true essence are spliced together.
The colorful silks shuttled around Ding Ning's body, gradually forming a huge cocoon.
Ding Ning inside was silent, as if even his body temperature had disappeared.
At dawn, there was another soft cry of silkworms in the silent giant cocoon, and the strange cocoon silk suddenly broke inch by inch, dissipating into the invisible vitality in the world again.
Ding Ning opened his eyes and woke up.
A dead breath that even the strongest practitioners could not perceive escaped from his body and spread in the air.
In the depths of the soil, the insects, whose senses are infinitely stronger than humans, sensed this kind of energy. They seemed to be afraid of bad luck befalling them, and they fled desperately, away from this small courtyard.
Ding Ning sat up slowly, feeling the strong flow of zhenqi in his body, as if countless rain and dew were continuously seeping into his bones, he knew that it was indeed as he imagined, the unexpected gift from Song Shenshu made him directly From the lower level of the second level to the middle level of the second level, cutting bones, the strength of the true energy has increased several times.
"A elixir that can greatly increase the chance of a practitioner of the third-level top-rank to break through the realm, just heals some of your injuries and allows you to go from the second-level low-level to the second-level middle-level, don't you think it is a waste?"
The eldest grandson Qianxue had already got up, and she was sitting on the dressing table next to the bed combing her hair. She didn't look at Ding Ning, but said in her usual cold tone.
The way she combed carefully was astonishingly beautiful, and the faint morning light penetrated into the window lattice at this time, Ding Ning was a little dazed looking at it for a while.
The eldest grandson Qianxue frowned slightly, her complexion slightly cold.
Ding Ning coughed lightly, and said, "It doesn't matter to waste a little bit. The real point of practice is not to wait until you can get it. And I know a lot of things, but the key is whether you can get it or use it."
"Don't wait until you can... There is some truth in this sentence."
The eldest grandson Qianxue continued to comb her hair and said seriously.
Hearing her rare compliment, Ding Ning felt that she might be more polite next time, but to his helplessness, Changsun Qianxue's voice was cold again: "Don't be bored on the bed anymore, go open the shop door."
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Although there is a whole wall of things and people to remember, in a place like Changling, even practitioners above the five realms may die several times in one night, so for Ding Ning, what he can do now The only thing to do is to practice and wait.
The shop door that should be opened still has to be opened.
After the pattering autumn rain continued for five or six days, it finally cleared up, and no one of any high profile entered the wine shop in the Shendu prison. Ding Ning knew that the paper about himself had been thrown into the brazier and burned, the most dangerous A period of time should have passed, and for a long time to come, the group of Shendu officials with sharper noses than hunting dogs will no longer waste energy on themselves.
There was a burst of autumn rain and a burst of cold.
Although the weather has been sunny for several days in a row, the cold air is getting stronger and stronger, and white frost finally hangs on the black roof in the morning.
It's just that the road surface is dry and there are more and more cars and horses, but the business of the liquor store is getting better and better.
It was still early in the morning, when it was time to eat breakfast noodles, Ding Ning, who had changed into a new thin coat, was holding a large porcelain bowl specially used for eating noodles on weekdays, while drinking the remaining noodle soup, while looking at a pond not far away.
There are some yellow sycamore leaves floating in the pond.
Ding Ning thought foolishly that the water in the water dungeon must also become very cold.
But how can it be possible to enter the deepest cell in the water prison
There are countless clues, like yellow leaves falling from a tree, but there is still no clue or way to form it.
At this moment, at the end of the alley, Shi Shiran came to a master in yellow shirt.
This master is more than forty years old, with a short beard, clear face, rectangular face, and an amiable smile. Although he is holding a booklet and wearing a fashionable yellow brocade gown with flying fish pattern with narrow sleeves, he feels It's quite a fairy-tale style.
The master in yellow shirt looked at the soles of his feet, avoiding the dirt, walked up to Ding Ning, smiled at Ding Ning who was staring at him up and down, bowed and saluted, "Is this little boss surnamed Ding?"
Ding Ning put down the empty noodle bowl, bowed back, and asked curiously, "My surname is Ding, what is Mr.?"
"My surname is Xu, and I have only one year in my name."
Master Huangshan smiled, reached out and pointed to the wine shop behind Ding Ning, and said kindly, "I'm here to collect rent today."
Ding Ning was slightly taken aback: "Collect rent?"
"It's the safe rent paid once a month." Master Huangshan explained with a smile.
Ding Ning frowned, suspiciously said: "Did you remember wrongly, this month has already been handed over."
Master Huangshan smiled and said, "It's not a mistake, it's just that it used to be a two-story building, and from today onwards, it's our Jinlin Tang."
Ding Ning's eyes widened in surprise, and he carefully looked at Master Huangshan again.
Master Huangshan still looked patient and calm, smiling for Ding Ning to look at.
Ding Ning thought for a while and asked, "If what you said is true, why didn't you go to another shop and come straight to me as soon as you walked into our place?"
Master Huangshan smiled again: "Who doesn't know that Wutong Luoli belongs to the little boss? Your wine shop has the best business. It's early now, and if it's half an hour later, the guests here will almost be full. First It's our rule to go to your shop, little boss, and it's just a good start."
"It seems to make sense." Ding Ning rubbed his face, smiled slightly, and said, "But I think Mr. will come to collect the rent in three to five days, right?"
Master Huangshan looked at him curiously, "Why?"
Ding Ning said earnestly: "The money for doing business can be delayed for a few days, and you can't guarantee that Mr. is a charlatan who deceived me when I was young. After a few days, Mr. has not broken his leg, and he can come again." , it means that the master is not a liar, and the renter does not need to be handed over to Lao Ji and the others on the second floor, but should be handed over to you."
Master Huangshan laughed out loud.
Although he was rejected by Ding Ning, he was very happy and smiled very sincerely.
Looking at Ding Ning, who was serious and clear-eyed, he couldn't help but reached out and patted Ding Ning's shoulder, "The little boss is right, I'll come to collect the rent in a few days, but I'm short of a disciple, how about you?" followed me?"
Ding Ning raised his eyebrows: "What's the benefit?"
"Even if you can't become a practitioner, you can at least have a skill, which is much more interesting than cleaning the shop and selling wine here." Master Huang Shan said seriously.
Mentioning the word "practice" is the highest priority in Daqin, but Ding Ning simply picked up the noodle bowl, turned around and walked back to the shop, saying, "I'm going to wash the dishes."
Master Huang Shirt was startled for a moment, and then he figured it out. The other party felt that even collecting the rent would have to wait for a few days before he had a clear understanding of the way. Now talking about other higher-level things is nonsense.
He felt that this young man was more interesting, his knowledge was more extraordinary, and the splendor in his eyes was even stronger.
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"Even the business on the two floors was robbed, what happened again... What kind of road is this Jinlin Tang? Even a master who collects rent is a practitioner who has passed the second level. It’s true that the people who should come don’t come, and the people and things that shouldn’t come come in disorder.”
It's just that what the master in yellow shirt didn't know was that Ding Ning who walked into the wine shop was extremely annoyed.