Chapter 15: The one I'm waiting for isn't coming
The autumn wind and rain cooled into his heart, and Ding Ning, who had blown out the oil lamp, stripped off his outer clothes and sat cross-legged on his own bed, taking out Song Shenshu's unexpected gift, the red copper-colored rough porcelain dan bottle, and pouring out the small, tragic white dan pill that looked like the eye of a dead fish.
"This is the Yuan Condensation Pill that is only used when Third Realm cultivators move towards the Fourth Realm, don't tell me you want to refine this pill now."
While he was looking at this elixir, the clear and cold voice of Changsun Shaxue, who was across from him in the darkness and through the cloth curtains, was the one that resounded once again.
Because it was a matter of cultivation, Ding Ning replied seriously, "Others may not be able to, but my gong method is different from others', so it's still barely possible."
Changsun Shaxue stopped talking, she knew that this night was more important for Ding Ning, so she just quietly closed her eyes and lay down, not practicing cultivation.
Ding Ning also stopped saying anything, swallowing the dead fish eye like miserable white colored pill in his hand, crushing the coarse porcelain dan bottle, and then closing his eyes.
A pungent medicinal power started from his throat and rapidly spread towards his entire body.
The inconspicuous dead fish eye like miserable white colored pill quickly disappeared in his body, yet the terrifying medicinal power seemed to have turned into an incomparably huge miserable white big fish in his body.
The miserably white big fish, which was many times more massive than his body, began to swim recklessly within his body.
One of his meridians was rapidly being propped up and cracked, and the flesh and blood in his body simply couldn't withstand such a powerful medicinal qi, and the flesh and blood began to crumble and dry up.
If he were to be replaced by any of the remaining cultivators, he would surely die in the next instant from his violent body, turning into countless pieces of flesh and blood.
However, right at this moment, the sound of silkworms resounded in the darkness.
The sound of the silkworms grew denser and denser, but it was not the kind of sound that gnawed on mulberry leaves, but rather countless rustling sounds that seemed to spit silk.
A faint light began to shine on Ding Ning's body.
It was as if countless invisible silkworms had crawled onto the surface of his body and began to spit silk.
Countless thin filaments visible to the naked eye formed outside of his body.
Each of these fine filaments seemed to be the true essence of a cultivator above the Third Realm, like condensed liquid drawn together, yet containing a powerful force.
It was only inconceivable that the color of each of these thin filaments was, in turn, very mottled, looking as if it was many different colors of true essence spliced together.
The colorful filaments weaved around the outside of Ding Ning's body, gradually forming a huge cocoon.
Inside, Ding Ning was silent, as if even his body temperature had disappeared.
It was only at dawn that a low, faint silkworm cry resounded from the soundless cocoon again, and the strange cocoon filaments suddenly snapped inch by inch, dissipating back into unseen yuan qi in the heavens and earth.
Ding Ning opened his eyes and awoke.
A deadly aura that even the strongest cultivators could not perceive escaped from his body and flowed through the air.
Countless bugs and insects deep in the soil, whose perceptions were countless times more powerful than a human's, however, sensed this aura, and as if they were afraid of doom befalling them, they desperately fled away from this small courtyard.
Ding Ning slowly sat up, feeling the strong flow of true qi in his body, as if countless raindrops were continuously seeping into his bones, he then knew that it was indeed just as he had imagined, that unexpected gift from Song Shenshu had allowed him to directly elevate from the lower grade of the second realm to the middle grade of the second realm of Bone Vaulting, and the strength of his true qi had risen by several times.
"An elixir that can make a cultivator of the upper grade of the third realm's chances of breaking through the realm increase greatly, just healing some of your injuries and allowing you to go from the lower grade of the second realm to the middle grade of the second realm, don't you think it's a waste?"
Changsun Shaxue had already gotten up and was currently sitting on the dresser on the side of the bed combing her hair, she did not look at Ding Ning, she just said in her usual cool tone.
Her finely combed appearance was amazingly beautiful, and the faint morning light was penetrating the window pane at this time, Ding Ning looked a little infatuated for a moment.
Changsun Shaxue raised her eyebrows slightly, her face slightly chilled.
Ding Ning lightly coughed, said: ''Wasting a little bit is not relevant, the true essence of cultivation, lies in the ability to not wait. There are also a lot of things I know, however the key lies in just being able to get it, and being able to use it."
"Being able to arrive and not wait...this saying has some truth to it."
Changsun Shaxue continued combing her hair and said seriously.
Hearing her rare praise, Ding Ning felt that she might be a bit more polite next, however, to his helplessness, Changsun Shaxue's voice was once again clear and cold: "Don't get tired of being on the bed anymore, go open the store door."
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Although there was a whole wall of things and people to remember, however, in a place like Changling, even cultivators above the Fifth Realm could fall to their deaths a few times in a single night, so for Ding Ning, the only thing he could do now was to cultivate and wait.
The store door should still be opened.
After five or six days of autumn rain, it finally cleared up, and the Divine Metropolis Supervisors never had any dignitaries come into the wine store, so Ding Ning knew that about his own copy of the preparatory scrolls had already been thrown into the fire pit and burned, and that the most dangerous time should have already passed, and that the group of Divine Metropolis Supervisors officials with noses even more sensitive than the hounds would never waste their efforts on themselves again for a long time in the future.
A shower of autumn rain and a chill.
Although the weather cleared up for several days in a row, the cold was getting thicker and thicker, and on the black roofs that got up early in the morning, white frost also finally hung up.
Just the road surface is dry, carriages and horses gradually more and more, the business of the liquor store is more and more good up.
Still early in the morning, eat morning noodle time, changed a new thin jacket Ding Ning holding a weekday noodle special coarse porcelain bowl, while drinking the remaining noodle soup, while looking at a pond not far away.
There were some yellowing sycamore leaves floating in the pond.
Ding Ning then obsessively thought about how cold the water in the water prison must have gotten as well.
But what would it take to get into the deepest cell in the water prison?
A thousand threads, such as the yellow leaves on the trees continue to fall, but still not a clue and molding method.
At this moment, at one end of the alley, a yellow-shirted master walked in a graceful manner.
This master more than forty years of age, with a short beard, emaciated face, rectangular face, a smile, although clamped a book, wearing a fashionable narrow-sleeved yellow brocade cotton gown with flying fish pattern, but the feeling is quite a bit of the immortal bones and Taoist style.
This yellow-shirted master looked at the soles of his feet, avoiding the dirt, and walked all the way to Ding Ning's front, rushing to stare at him up and down with a slight smile, making a bow and saluting, "Is this little boss surnamed Ding?"
Ding Ning put down his empty noodle bowl and returned the salute, curiously asking, "I am surnamed Ding, and Mr. is?"
"My surname is Xu, with a single name of Nian."
The yellow-shirted master smiled, reached out and nodded to the wine store behind Ding Ning, and said in a conciliatory manner, "Today I am here to collect rent."
Ding Ning was slightly stunned, "Collect rent?"
"It's the peaceful rent that is paid on January 1st." The yellow-shirted master explained with a light smile.
Ding Ning frowned and said suspiciously, "Are you guys remembering wrongly, this month has already been paid ah."
The yellow-shirted master laughed, "It's not that I'm remembering wrongly, it's just that in the past, this was a two-story building that collected rent, and from today onwards, it will be collected by us, Jinlin Tang."
Ding Ning's eyes widened in surprise as he once again carefully sized up the yellow-shirted master.
The yellow-shirted master also continued to look patient and calm, smiling as Ding Ning sized him up.
Ding Ning thought for a moment and asked, "If what you say is true, how come you don't go to another store, and as soon as you walk into our place, you run straight to me?"
The yellow-shirted master smiled again, "Who doesn't know that the small boss in the Wutong fall belongs to the small boss you this wine store business is the best, and now is also early, and then half an hour later, the guests in here is almost the full bar. First to the small boss your store, this is our rule, but also just the beginning."
"The reasoning seems good." Ding Ning rubbed his face and smiled slightly as well, saying, "But I think it's better for sir to come back in three or five days to collect the rent, right?"
The yellow-shirted master looked at him curiously, "Why?"
Ding Ning said seriously, "Business money, can be delayed for a few days to delay a few days, and can not be guaranteed that Mr. is a jianghu liar, bully me young nonsense to cheat me, after a few days Mr. did not break his legs, and can come back again, it shows that Mr. is not a liar, and the rent is really do not need to hand over to the two-storey floor of the old Ji they should be handed over to you guys."
The yellow-shirted master laughed out loud.
Although he was shrugged off by Ding Ning, he was very happy and laughed very sincerely.
Looking at the serious and clear-eyed Ding Ning, he couldn't help but reach out and pat Ding Ning's shoulder, "Little Boss has a point, I'll come back in a few more days to collect the rents, it's just that there's a lack of a disciple under my door, why don't you follow me?"
Ding Ning raised an eyebrow, "What's in it for you?"
"Even if you can't become a cultivator, you can at least have a skill, it's much more interesting than you cleaning the store and selling wine here." The yellow-shirted master said with a straight face.
When it came to the word "cultivation", this was the highest level of affairs in Da Qin, yet Ding Ning simply picked up his noodle bowl, turned around and walked back to the store, dropping a sentence, "I'm going to go wash the dishes."
The yellow-shirted master was slightly stunned, and then realized that the other party thought that even the rent collection would have to wait for a few days to see the doorway clearly, and that it would be nonsense to talk about other higher things now.
He then felt that this teenager is even more interesting, insight is even more extraordinary, the color in his eyes is even more intense.
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"Even the business of two floors was robbed, what's going on here... What kind of path is this Jinlin Tang in the end again, even a rent collector master is actually a cultivator who has passed the second realm. It's true that the people who should be here don't come, but the people and things that shouldn't be here are just messing around."
Just what this yellow-shirted master teacher didn't know was that Ding Ning, who had walked into the wine store, was unusually annoyed.
(En, very sincerely wish everyone a happy mid-autumn festival, and more sincerely beg for collection, ask for votes)
