Ning Fan hadn't slept so soundly in a long time, let alone had such a dream.
In the dream, he was a snow-white butterfly, resting on a dark orchid in a valley filled with fragrant flowers.
After waking up from the dream, Ning Fan was lying in a painting boat in the middle of the sea. He wanted to get up, but felt something heavy pressing on his arms.
Turning his head, he saw Xu Qiuling, who had already woken up. She was looking at Ning Fan with bright eyes, as if she couldn't get enough.
Her snow-white body was naked, covered only by a red quilt embroidered with phoenixes. When she saw Ning Fan waking up, her eyes immediately dodge, as if she didn't want Ning Fan to know that she, Xu Qiuling, had already looked at Ning Fan infatuatedly. One morning.
"Ling'er got up so early. It rained heavily last night and I'm exhausted. Don't you need more sleep?"
Ning Fan looked at Xu Qiuling's beautiful face and thought of the orchid in his dream for no reason.
He always felt that he should have met Xu Qiuling, a long time ago. What made Ning Fan familiar was not his appearance, but Xu Qiuling's unique body fragrance.
It's a pity that Ning Fan can't remember where he met Xu Qiuling. His memory was erased by reincarnation as early as his reincarnation.
"If I don't get up earlier and protect the law for Mr. Zhou, can Mr. Zhou sleep peacefully?"
It wasn't that she wasn't sleepy or tired, she just wanted to protect Ning Fan and let him have a good rest.
"Is it okay if you don't call me husband?"
"No, it's okay..." Xu Qiuling was also thin-skinned and couldn't say anything.
"But if you call me Young Master again, won't others know our relationship?"
"Then, Ling'er wants to call you...eldest brother. Well, that's right, that's right...many women in Gusu City can also call their husbands brother..."
Xu Qiuling was a little shy. No matter how bold she is for love, she will eventually become a new woman and need an adaptation process.
Ning Fan did not force himself, his eyes showed pity, and when he treated Xu Qiuling, he had a feeling in his heart that he had never felt before, a feeling that he had never felt towards other women.
owe…
This feeling was not obvious at the beginning, but it became especially intensified after returning to the sea this time.
It is this feeling of indebtedness that makes Ning Fan's cold personality. But he tolerated Xu Qiuling's little willfulness.
"That's fine. Call me whatever you like. Just call me whatever you want. Does your lower body still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt..." Xu Qiuling blushed, eyes evasive, and told a little lie.
"Is it?"
Ning Fan opened the thin quilt. Immediately, Xu Qiuling's snow-white body with traces of last night's joy was exposed to the air.
She looked secretly angry and covered her chest with her bare hands, thinking that Ning Fan was going to do something random again, but her lower body was in pain and she couldn't bear the pain.
When her legs were spread apart by Ning Fan, Ning Fan could see the tender and bloodshot parts at a glance. She could no longer bear the shame and closed her eyes. He gritted his teeth gently but did not resist, not wanting to disappoint Ning Fan.
"Brother...you, be gentler...don't go in too deep..."
“…”
Ning Fan was speechless. In the eyes of other women, did he look like a coward? Will Xu Qiuling demand extravagance just after she loses her virginity?
"Silly girl, I'm here to help you remove congestion..."
Ning Fan swept away the thoughts in his mind and carefully explored Xu Qiuling's sensitive areas with his fingers, using his magic power.
Immediately, Xu Qiuling's lower body was swollen, painful and torn, and she felt a cool feeling floating on her body. The pain gradually disappeared, and was replaced by an extremely wonderful and joyful feeling.
"Big brother is...actually helping me commit suicide...well..."
Xu Qiuling was ashamed, but she would not refuse any request from Ning Fan, and would not...
She waited for Ning Fan to look at her for too long, too long...
"Hmm... um..." Above the deep sea, a faint moan floated far, far away.
…
It would take several months to treat Xu Qiuling's injuries. Ning Fan estimated that it would take five months at the fastest. It's not difficult to take out the blade fragments, but the troublesome thing is to supplement Xu Qiu's spiritual destiny gold energy.
For other fifth-level alchemists, this is almost impossible to accomplish, but for Ning Fan, it can be completed in five months.
With his personality, he would rarely detain a woman for five months, but when he saw Xu Qiuling's haggard face, Ning Fan's heart ached inexplicably, and he was not in a hurry for five months.
As for the place to heal, given Ning Fan's personality, he naturally wanted to find a safe place, but he wanted to be safe. Most of the time, Ning Fan is rational.
But Xu Qiuling only wanted to live in Gusu during these five months of healing, in this world of small bridges, flowing water, and peace with the world. Xu Qiuling is an emotional woman.
After Ning Fan pondered for a moment, she finally refused her request.
He just silently fired a sound transmission flying sword to report the whereabouts of himself and Xu Qiuling to Dongxu and Xu Rushan, so as not to worry them.
Ning Fan's act of firing the sound-transmitting flying sword undoubtedly used magic power and violated the rules of Gusu.
Not long after the sound-transmitting flying sword left, five hidden rays of light came through the sky, seemingly to punish the monks who violated the rules.
They didn't know that Ning Fan activated his magic power to shoot the sound-transmitting flying sword. Otherwise, they would have known that Ning Fan was a cultivator of god transformation and would not dare to make mistakes.
They have lived in Gusu for a long time and have kept their names anonymous for hundreds of years. They don't even know who the evil demon Zhou Ming is. Otherwise, how would they dare to question Ning Fan.
The five old men gathered around the boat and were secretly surprised. The hiding effect of the boat was amazing. If they had not deliberately concealed themselves at this moment, with the cultivation of the five great monks, they would never have known that there was a boat here.
"Which friend just used magic power rashly, don't you know the rules of Gusu! If you don't give us a reasonable explanation, don't blame us for being ruthless in killing!"
One of the old men just asked in a deep voice, and immediately, a man and a woman walked out of the boat in the sea.
The woman was wearing a black shirt. Black is an unlucky color, but she didn't care about the world's opinions. I just think black suits me better and brings out her fair skin.
The man is dressed in white and no longer wears the black cloak. He was originally dressed in white. For the paper crane, he put on a black cloak and became a demon. For Xu Qiuling, he took off his feather cloak and turned into a mortal.
hiss!
The moment Ning Fan and his two men appeared, the five old men still took a cold breath, even though they didn't reveal the slightest trace of magic power.
Ning Fan's gaze was like cold electricity, sweeping over the five old men one by one in an instant. The five of them almost felt like they were being seen through.
"What kind of cultivation is this! This person is definitely not a Nascent Soul cultivator...he is a god-incarnation!"
The five people's eyes were filled with fear. They could not understand that a monk who transformed into a god had already killed a mortal. Why come to Suzhou to transform into mortals?
The Nascent Soul came here to kill mortals and transform into gods. What was the purpose of coming here to transform into gods?
When they thought of the strange situation in the Jueling Formation last night, the five people immediately concluded that the person who almost broke through Lianxu's state of mind in Gusu City must be the young man in front of them!
What frightened the five people in particular was not Ning Fan's aura, but the indifference of Ning Fan's eyes.
That cold, lightning-like gaze gave the five of them an intuition... once Ning Fan made a move. The five people will be covered in blood in an instant!
"No, that's not good! We just rebuked the ancestor of Transformation God! Why did we, the ancestor of Transformation God, mention the rules of Gusu! Are the rules of Gusu useful to Transformation God? This person was offended. He bloodbathed Gusu .It’s just a matter of a moment!”
In almost a moment, the five old men lowered themselves without hesitation. He bowed deeply to Ning Fan.
"I didn't know that your senior was a master in transforming gods. I offended you with my words before. I hope you can forgive me!"
"Hmph! Why should Zhou forgive me?"
Ning Fan said coldly and took a step forward. Aren't the five people before them so aggressive? They also claimed that they would kill him and Xu Qiuling if they didn't give an explanation!
With his personality, he will never show mercy to enemies who come looking for trouble.
But before Ning Fan made a move, Xu Qiuling grabbed his sleeve with an angry look in his eyes.
"Have you forgotten what you promised me? Don't kill anyone. Don't take action! You are a mortal now!"
Xu Qiuling's eyes begged, and the warmth of her palms gradually dissolved the coldness in Ning Fan's heart.
"Okay, no killing..."
Ning Fan's eyes calmed down, and the five old men immediately felt relieved, but their backs were already wet with cold sweat.
Scary, so scary... They have never seen such a powerful master in their lives.
"A person has one hundred thousand taels of silver, hand over the money, and get out..."
Ning Fan's tone was calm, but he could not refuse. The five of them looked at each other. When they heard that Ning Fan only asked for silver, they each took out a storage bag and threw it to Ning Fan. They immediately apologized and left, leaving faster than when they came. .
Silver is just a mortal's money. It's really lucky to be able to save your life with some insignificant silver.
Almost as soon as the five old men returned to Gusu, they secretly sent a jade slip to all the monks on the island, which mentioned Ning Fan's appearance, mentioned Ning Fan's surname Zhou, and mentioned that Ning Fan should never be offended. As for Ning Fan's cultivation, Because, not a word was mentioned.
Looking at the embarrassed sounds of the five people leaving, Xu Qiuling burst into laughter.
"Brother is very majestic... But no matter what, you promised me not to kill anyone in Gusu. Um... By the way, why did you ask for so much silver from them."
"Of course I want to buy a big house for you to recuperate. Do you want to float with me on the rivers of Gusu day and night? The humidity in the river is too heavy, which is not good for your recuperation."
Ning Fan looked back at the island and Gusu with a soft look in his eyes.
Forget it, this time I will accompany Xu Qiuling for a while and be a mortal for five months.
If the fragments of the Immortal Falling Sword are taken out, Xu Qiuling will definitely need five months of recuperation, while Ning Fan can consume the fragments of the Immortal Falling Sword in five months to improve his sword skills.
If given the chance, one can even comprehend the sword's meaning all by itself.
Even though he was staying in Gusu, Ning Fan still had cultivation matters in his mind.
Xu Qiuling seemed to see through all of Ning Fan's thoughts with just one glance, and sighed with pity.
"It seems that there is no way to make you really give up practicing... That's all, it may be enough to allow you to enjoy peace for five months."
Half a day later, the painting boat sailed back to the coast and returned to Gusu. The difference from the previous arrival was that the black-armored guards guarding the coast all looked at Ning Fan with inexplicable fear.
Ning Fan didn't say much to them, and directly bought a carriage, carrying Xu Qiuling, and drove back to Gusu.
Qiuling sat in the car, admiring the scenery, while he sat outside the car and drove.
The mortals encountered along the road were not that afraid of Ning Fan, but the monks living in seclusion here almost immediately gave way to Ning Fan's carriage in shock.
The largest house in Gusu City was bought by a young couple.
This house has a bad reputation in Suzhou because there are many rumors that this house is haunted. An old man who used to live in this house was struck by lightning on a dark and stormy night and disappeared!
Therefore, few mortals in Gusu City dare to buy this house, and it has been vacant for a long time.
And some monks who went to Gusu to experience mortal life. The more ordinary the better, the better. I would never buy such a conspicuous house.
Therefore, this ghost house that no one cared about was bought by Ning Fan for a thousand taels of silver.
The reason why he bought this house. It is because this house is decorated with gold and silver in the entire Gusu City. It is the place with the strongest gold aura and is suitable for Xu Qiuling to recuperate.
Ning Fan just laughed at the rumors about the haunted house and didn't care at all.
Mortals are afraid of ghosts, but for monks, driving ghosts is just a magical power. Presumably the old man who once lived in this house was a ghost monk who practiced ghost ways in this house. Being spied as a ghost. That's why there are rumors of haunting.
As for the disappearance of thunder and lightning at night. It was probably the old man who had mastered the ghost path and left at night.
After buying the house, almost the same night. Ning Fan performed extremely fragrant dual cultivation treatments on Xu Qiuling in the boudoir, and took the opportunity to take out a fragment of the sword from his body.
With the joy of dual cultivation, Xu Qiuling hardly felt the pain of taking out the sword.
That night, Ning Fan used dozens of kinds of elixirs that were thousands of years old to make a medicated bath for Xu Qiuling.
These ten thousand-year-old elixirs are all chosen for their strong golden energy, with the help of medicinal baths and massage by Ning Fan. Xu Qiuling's destiny gold energy has been slowly recovering.
This is the best one among the many healing plans that Ning Fan has come up with.
After all, the Ten Thousand Years Elixir is too powerful. Whether it is refining the elixir or brewing the elixir, Xu Qiuling's scarred golden elixir body cannot bear it.
Medicinal baths and massages lasted almost all night, so Ning Fan could not leave Gusu for almost a moment, otherwise Xu Qiuling's treatment would be delayed.
Looking at the countless elixirs in the wooden basin, Xu Qiuling couldn't help but be moved.
Each of these ten thousand-year-old elixirs is a good material for refining fifth-level elixirs. They are good things that even her father was reluctant to waste, but Ning Fan used them to give her a bath...
"Brother, am I more important to you than the elixir of life?" Xu Qiuling blushed, huddled in the bathtub, and asked a silly question.
"Oh? Does Ling'er have a fever? If not, how could he talk nonsense?"
Ning Fan wrapped one hand around the power of the black star and pushed Xu Qiuling's sensitive area. The other hand deliberately touched Qiu Ling's forehead and said with a smile.
In this way, after several days of treatment, Xu Qiuling's body finally began to improve, and as her destiny gold energy recovered, her cultivation level began to increase at a terrifying speed, almost breaking through to the Nascent Soul realm.
As soon as night comes, Ning Fan will treat Xu Qiuling's beauty.
When the day came, Xu Qiuling took medicine to recover, while Ning Fan sat in the yard, looking at a dark red ancient sword blade.
The blade was extremely extraordinary. Even if it was just a piece of broken sword, Ning Fan, who was in the third realm of Jade Life, could almost feel his body collapse after holding the sword.
Ning Fan couldn't help but be shocked. The fragment was like this. If it were the real Immortal Trap Sword, even if Ning Fan's magic power was twice as strong, he would not dare to touch it.
"This is... one of the 'Four Heaven-Suppressing Swords' of ancient heaven, the Falling Immortal Sword!"
"If I swallow this blade fragment, the sea of consciousness will be more stable, the sword will will be strengthened, and it will be easy to kill the Nascent Soul instantly..."
"While Ling'er recovers from his illness, I will practice my sword. Not only my sword mind, but also... my sword intention!"
Sword intent!
Ning Fan's eyes flashed. He was not weak in swordsmanship. He had already understood the wonderful art of turning swords into silk, but he never had the chance to completely condense his own sword intention.
Nowadays, Ning Fan is still half-experienced in his sword intention. If he condenses his true sword intention, the power of his sword finger can be more than doubled!
"This is an opportunity. The five months I spent in Gusu was the opportunity for me to understand the meaning of the sword. The sword is life, and within the world of Gusu, there is the way of swordsmanship!"
"It's just, where do I start to understand the meaning of the sword..."
Ning Fan closed his eyes and recalled the killing scenes in his mind, recalling the enemies holding swords one by one, and gradually came to a realization.
She put away the Broken Immortal Sword, waved her palm, and a gleaming green sword appeared in her palm.
This sharp sword is just a low-level magic weapon. I don't know who Ning Fan got it from some unlucky man.
But placed in the mortal world of Gusu, this sword is already a peerless magic weapon.
"Sword intention is actually about turning the sword into intention. The stronger the sword, the weaker the intention. Using a weak sword to understand strong intention is the right way."
Ning Fan silently studied the sword, and a fierce and fierce temperament gradually rose up around him.
He is in Gusu City...enlightenment of the sword! It's just that there is always something missing from the distance of understanding.
The monks who passed by the house left in shock when they saw Ning Fan's imposing manner.
On the contrary, the neighbor children near the house looked at the sword like an idiot when they saw Ning Fan holding a sword. Very funny.
"Eh? Isn't this person Uncle Zhou who bought the ghost house? Is he possessed by a ghost? Why is he looking at the sword and saying nothing!"
"Hehe, my mother said. This week, my uncle bought the house with a beautiful sister. He may have eloped from a wealthy family."
"Elope? I'm so ashamed!"
Several children made faces at Ning Fan in the house, and even made up children's songs to make fun of Ning Fan.
In his troubled mind, scenes of past killings came to mind. Ning Fan glanced at the group of children with an indifferent gaze, almost killing them.
"No! They are mortals, and mortals should not be involved in the killings of monks...and I promised Ling'er that I will not kill anyone in Gusu...if you have murderous intentions, please step back!"
Ning Fan gritted his teeth and forcibly suppressed his murderous intent. Bite the tip of your tongue. A mouthful of blood spurted out. Garden flowers and plants dyed red.
But after the blood spurted out, his thoughts gradually calmed down.
"They are mortals and should not be stained with the blood of the cultivation world."
Ning Fan continued to examine the sword. Don't look at these children again.
Seeing that Ning Fan was doing well, the group of children suddenly vomited blood. They became a little scared and dispersed in a hurry.
But after gradually walking away, he started arranging children's songs again, making fun of Ning Fan's physical weakness, and actually vomited blood when the child was angry.
They would never know that if Ning Fan didn't spit out that mouthful of blood, these children might have died.
"My murderous intention is too strong..."
Ning Fan said to himself. He finally understood Xu Qiuling's painstaking efforts.
Killing has nothing to do with right or wrong. On the road of cultivation, if you don't kill, you will be killed.
But if you only care about killing, one day you will lose your true heart and go further and further away from the road of seeking truth.
"Wow! What a beautiful sword! My father is the most famous blacksmith in Gusu City, but none of the swords he has made in his life are so beautiful!"
After the other children left, only one child remained, looking at Ning Fan with envy.
He looks like a **-year-old boy with a thick head and a thick head.
Other children made fun of Ning Fan, but he did not do so.
Because this child was attracted by this sharp sword at first sight.
His obsession with sharp swords even made him forget that the house Ning Fan bought was a haunted house and the most taboo place for people in Gusu.
"Is uncle a swordsman? Is he bleeding just now because he was injured by the sword energy? I heard from my father that a powerful swordsman, when he understands the sword energy, will be attacked by the sword energy if he is not careful... Is uncle a very powerful swordsman? ?Can one person defeat ten people!"
"Uncle is not a swordsman..." Ning Fan shook his head. Swordsman is a mortal concept.
He is not a swordsman, but... a monk! But he would never tell a child this.
Just seeing the child's eyes obsessed with swords, Ning Fan's eyes flashed with memories.
This child is a martial arts fanatic and a good material for practicing ordinary martial arts.
His eyes that were obsessed with swords were just like Ning Gu who longed to learn martial arts.
"Isn't he a swordsman..." The child was a little disappointed. If Ning Fan was a swordsman, he would be ready to become a disciple of Ning Fan.
A child's dream is to learn concealed swordsmanship, master light internal skills, and then travel to Suzhou to become a swordsman!
Unfortunately, he just couldn't find a good master...
"My name is Xiao Shitou, uncle, can you lend me this sword and take it home to see?" Xiao Shitou begged.
"Take it back."
It's just a low-grade magic weapon. It's useless to Ning Fan, but to this child, it may be a lifelong dream.
There is Ning Gu's shadow on Xiao Shitou... That year, Ning Gu was still practicing martial arts under his master, and Ning Fan was still a mortal.
A hint of reminiscence appeared in Ning Fan's eyes, and this look of reminiscence made his mood slowly rise again.
Xiao Shitou was destined not to understand Ning Fan's expression, but after receiving Ning Fan's promise, he immediately took the sword and went home happily.
He decided that he must sleep with this sword in his arms tonight!
With a sword in hand, Xiao Shitou felt as if he had become a hero.
Although this so-called hero couldn't even dance while holding a ten-pound sword, and he was out of breath even while walking.
Ning Fan looked at Xiao Shitou's back. He seemed to understand something, but he didn't seem to understand anything.
Xiao Shitou is a mortal, but there is something in him that Ning Fan lacks.
It is precisely because of the lack of this thing that Ning Fan cannot condense his sword intention...
"What's missing..." Ning Fan fell into thinking.
(Second update added)
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