With the chaos in Tianjiang, this Sword Ancestor Trial may not be able to continue.
In a certain palace on the vast marsh of Linghuang, Ning Fan talked with Emperor Ling for a long time before saying goodbye and leaving.
He gave Tianjiang as a betrothal gift to Emperor Ling.
He temporarily borrowed Xu Daozi from Ling Palace to integrate the remaining forces in Tianjiang.
Walking out of the palace, the snow was deep and the night was dark.
Under a white plum tree, a simple and elegant woman stood quietly, waiting for Ning Fan to leave the palace. It was Xiao Dugu.
"What did your father say to you?"
"He discussed with me how to completely conquer Tianjiang, and then told me many things related to you. Your preferences, your personality, your..."
"Humph, why did my father tell you everything!" Little Dugu snorted softly, but there was some happiness in his eyes.
"I heard from your father that you hate killing..." Ning Fan looked at little Dugu with interest.
In his understanding, Xiao Dugu is not a simple person. He has a high level of intelligence, excellent fighting power, amazing swordsmanship, and a clear distinction between love and hatred.
She is not a paper crane, she is not an innocent woman, but she also hates killing. It is really interesting.
"Well, every time I see killing, I feel very uncomfortable and my heart hurts." Xiao Dugu said calmly, as if he was talking about something casual.
"Does your heart hurt? Do you want me to take a look at it for you?"
Ning Fan glanced at Dugu's proud breasts, raised his body and stretched over, making a gesture to help little Dugu check the position of his heart.
Xiao Dugu glared at Ning Fan angrily and said angrily, "Fuck you, Ning Xiaomo! You want to take advantage of me, can you find a better reason! I'm not sick or injured, don't worry... There is just a power in my heart, it doesn’t like killing, but it will protect me..."
Ning Fan's eyebrows narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but think of that scene during the day.
When Xu Daozi's black crow technique covered the sky with death. Even Ling Huang and others were unable to resist the death energy, but little Dugu was unharmed by the death energy attack.
Is it the magical power she said is protecting her...
"I just wanted to tease you, but now I really want to help you check up on your health." Ning Fan took a step forward and put his arms around little Dugu's soft waist. The other hand touched her belly and slowly moved up...
"No...shameless!"
Little Dugu's delicate body was tense and her spotless side face was flushed. She pushed Ning Fan away and ran away like a wolf.
"Your master is waiting for you. Go quickly... I'm really fine, believe me."
In the night, Dugu's voice was heard faintly, which was really nice to hear.
"Is it really okay... In that case, I will believe you."
Ning Fan's brows slightly spread, his mind drifted away, he closed his eyes, and the figure of an extremely shameless old man slowly emerged in his mind.
Yes, Xiao Dugu is right, it’s time to find the master. The promise made back then was fulfilled.
Without Xiao Dugu present, Ning Fan's expression completely disappeared, and his expression was cold and heartless.
At this moment, he didn't have any pretense, he was just a man who had lost his emotions.
He said that even if he lost his seven emotions, he was not a heartless person.
No matter how he deceives or hides, he will still show a smile to the one he loves.
His figure flashed in an instant. Ning Fan disappeared into the night.
Thousands of miles northward, there is an ice and snow sword city.
There are many monks guarding the city, all of whom are Lingdian sword cultivators. They seem to be people sent by Xiao Dugu.
It seems that Xiao Dugu really kept the promise he made back then. Help him protect the old devil.
Although the old Demon Mountain man had his own clever plan and hired Emperor Xia as a bodyguard... Ning Fan didn't know this until Emperor Xia sent a letter.
Heavy snow pressed against the window, and in the cold room, the old devil sat alone on the couch. Emperor Xia is not here.
There was a chessboard placed on the couch, with an oil lamp lit beside it, and the old devil held the chess pieces in his hands and played chess with himself, like a high-ranking scholar.
In the cold room, the breeze suddenly floated, and a young man in white appeared.
The old devil pretended to be inscrutable and said, "Disciple, you are here, I haven't seen you for many years, and you are already at the sixth level of cultivation. Yes, yes, you are worthy of all your hard work as a teacher."
Ning Fan looked at the old devil acting like this, first he was startled, and then he was speechless.
What kind of trick is Lao Mo playing, imitating other people's masters, pretending to be senior, pretending to be serious?
It seems that from the day Ning Fan met Lao Mo, Lao Mo never passed by.
"Disciple, why are you still standing there? Come and play a game of chess with me. Master lives in the mountains and fields, is indifferent to fame and wealth, and stays away from the world. On a windy and snowy night, under the green light, you can get a good disciple. Cold lamp night talk , playing chess in a lifetime is really a pleasure!”
The old devil's formal appearance made Ning Fan unable to complain.
Ning Fan didn't say anything, and sat on the couch, facing the old devil across the chessboard.
The old devil's scalp suddenly felt a little itchy, and he wanted to scratch it, but he was afraid of ruining his senior's masterful demeanor, so he refrained from scratching it.
With a breeze blowing from his sleeves, all the black and white chess pieces returned to the chess jar.
Then the old devil narrowed his eyes and said calmly to Ning Fan, "You hold the white piece."
The ancient man Bai Zi left first. The old devil acted like this because he wanted to give way to Ning Fan.
After all, he is the master, so there is no way he can take advantage of his disciple.
"In this case, I won't be polite, disciple."
Ning Fan smiled, he was really rude.
He held the white stone and played ten consecutive rounds with the old devil. In nine rounds, he killed the old devil and lost his armor.
With Ning Fan's chess skills and mind, even if he played against the Emperor of Heaven, he would still win 50-50.
Against the old devil...it's completely one-sided abuse.
The tenth game is coming to an end, and Lao Mo has lost so much that he cannot bear it.
The old devil was angry. He could no longer pretend to be a senior!
"His grandma's! I am your master. If you let me win two games, I will die!"
Snapped!
Before the tenth set was played, Lao Mo decisively overturned the table.
"It's a draw now!" He smiled extremely obscenely.
Ning Fan smiled and said nothing. If he didn't kill the old demon ten times in a row, the old demon would probably continue to show off. The formal old demon gave him goosebumps, so it was better to be like this.
"My disciple pays homage to the master. I haven't seen him for a hundred years. The master seems to be looking good."
Ning Fan looked at the old devil carefully.
Today, the old demon's cultivation level has actually returned to the peak level of Sui Xu. Needless to say, this must be Wei Xuan and others' help.
As for the evil poison in the old devil's body, it has been removed long ago...
Thinking about it, with Emperor Xia at the old devil's side, no poison would be able to defeat him.
He just didn't want to get rid of the poison of Jueyin in the past, but he was just frustrated. I just want to spend the rest of my life in Vietnam...
Until the old devil met Ning Fan, met another descendant of the Yin Yang Demonic Lineage, and saw the hope of resurrecting his wife!
So, he wanted to fight again. Just to revive the one I love!
"But your complexion is not very good...the seven emotions are destroyed, the reincarnation is abandoned, the evil thoughts are born...what happened."
The old demon looked at Ning Fan, his eyes were extremely solemn, and there was no trace of wretchedness in his eyes. His expression was full of worry.
"It's just a trivial matter... Master, Han Nietian has died in my hands. Please show your condolences." Ning Fan sighed.
"I understand. He took the wrong path. It was the path he chose. Now that he has made a choice, he must bear the consequences..." The old devil's eyes gradually became cloudy, and he seemed a little lonely.
"By the way, Dao Tu has been unblocked, right?" Ning Fan changed the subject.
"Well, the unblocking is complete!" The old devil's eyes suddenly lit up. Tumo stars were flying around, and he kept talking,
"Speaking of this soil, it's a good thing! Generally, only the big forces sitting in Shekong can get some. Hehe, I took advantage of the Chunyang Sect's retreat to kill the Chunyang Sect and seize the Heaven-avoiding Coffin. We grabbed an acre of Taoist land and caused a great uproar in the Chunyang Sect..."
Talking about the glorious achievements of that year. The old devil was in high spirits and tended to talk for three days and three nights.
Ning Fan shook his head, decisively interrupted the old devil's recollection of past pride, and continued. "How to grow Dao fruit?"
For a moment, the old demon put away all his excitement, his eyes showed an unbearable look, he sighed, and finally said, "How to plant Tao Fruit. Just like mortals farming, you need to sow seeds... There are two sources of seeds. One is Dao power seeds, which are difficult to collect. The other is to rob the immortal seeds in the monks' bodies to make seeds...the immortal seeds that all monks born in the fourth day possess."
"Fairy seed?"
Ning Fan suddenly remembered something.
When he was still in Guique, he once traveled thousands of miles and strayed into the north sky, where he met the Immortal Emperor Zhangbei.
The Palm Tablet Immortal Emperor was once surprised that Ning Fan did not have an immortal seed in his body, and concluded that Ning Fan was a monk from the lower realm.
Ning Fan is not a four-day monk, and there is no immortal seed in his body.
So, does he have to use the power of yin and yang to condense the yin and yang Tao seeds in order to help Lao Mozhong reveal the Tao fruit and save people?
What the old devil said next confirmed Ning Fan's thoughts.
He handed Ning Fan three dark stones and a jade slip, and explained,
"This jade slip records the specific method of condensing the Tao Seed. This stone is called the Tao Seed Stone, and it is very precious. Your cultivation level is still low, so you must rely on the power of the Tao Seed Stone to have a chance to condense the Tao Seed... It's just that There is only a chance, but that chance is very slim. Dao Seed Stones are very precious, and with my connections, I can only get three. You only have three chances to condense Yin and Yang Dao Seeds, if you fail..."
The old devil showed a bitter look.
If he fails, Lao Mo's hundred-year wait will be in vain.
"Master, don't worry, my disciple will do his best!"
Ning Fan took the Taoist stone and jade slip and escaped into the Xuanyin world.
Three days later, Ning Fan returned to the outside world, his face as pale as paper, and he sighed in front of the dark and nervous old devil.
"Failed..."
It is very dangerous to condense the seeds of Tao power. If it fails, the backlash will be severe.
The success rate of condensing seeds is extremely low. The success rate of the Void-breaking monks in condensing Dao seeds will not exceed one-twentieth.
Three Tao Seed Stones, three opportunities for seed condensation, none of them succeeded...
The old demon became much older in an instant. He closed his eyes and sighed in despair. Then he looked at the pale Ning Fan and patted the latter's shoulder lovingly.
"Thank you for your hard work. Go and have a rest. Don't leave any hidden wounds. I want to be alone for a while..."
Looking at the old demon at this moment, Ning Fan's heart suddenly ached.
The old devil has been waiting for so many years just to resurrect his beloved. The key to resurrection is a Yin-Yang Dao Fruit.
Ning Fan was the old devil's hope, but now, Ning Fan has failed to live up to the old devil's expectations.
Ning Fan did not leave. He looked at the old demon quietly and suddenly said, "The second source of Tao seeds is immortal seeds. I wonder if I have the chance to condense the immortal seeds and use the immortal seeds as seeds to grow yin and yang." Dao fruit!"
When the old devil heard this, his eyes were startled, and then he became furious, "Nonsense!"
Ning Fan nodded. Seeing the angry look on the old devil's face, it seemed that there was indeed a way to obtain the Yin-Yang Tao Seed.
"Disciple, go down and rest first."
Without asking the old demon fairy any more questions, Ning Fan left the cold room and flew all the way to the top of a certain snow mountain.
On the top of that snow mountain, stood a sword cultivator with golden eyes alone.
"Ning Fan has met Senior Xia." Ning Fan bowed respectfully.
"Is something wrong?" Emperor Xia's tone was a little cold, his back turned to Ning Fan. He didn't even bother to turn around.
He looked at the flying snow in the sky, his back a little desolate.
There was an emotion of longing around him that was slowly rising and suppressing.
This made Ning Fan a little surprised. Could someone like Emperor Xia miss someone? Who is the one?
"Well, this junior wants to ask the senior how to condense immortal seeds." Ning Fan explained.
"Oh? Do you want to gather immortal seeds and get a half chance of becoming an immortal?" Emperor Xia turned around and looked at Ning Fan with his golden eyes. With a hint of disdain.
Immortal seeds are what monks in the four heavens are born with, while monks in the lower world can gather them from the day after tomorrow.
People with fairy seeds have a half-percent chance of becoming immortals than those without fairy seeds.
It’s just that people who rely on immortal seeds to become immortals will never be as powerful as those without immortal seeds.
When a person holding an immortal seed becomes an immortal, the immortal seed will take away 30% of the monk's cultivation level, and then the immortal seed will disappear...
This is the price of opportunism, but for the half chance, how many people will do whatever it takes. Just want to gather the immortal seeds.
Emperor Xia was thinking, is Ning Fan also the kind of short-sighted person who doesn't like to give up his Taoism in order to have a high chance of becoming an immortal?
Is becoming an immortal really so obsessive...Huh, immortal, it doesn't matter!
Noticing the trace of disdain in Emperor Xia's eyes, Ning Fan was stunned, and then explained, "This junior wants to gather immortal seeds. Not to become an immortal, but to use the immortal seeds as Tao seeds, plant Yin and Yang Tao fruits, and save Master's life."
"What! Using an immortal seed as a Taoist seed! You. You... are fooling around!" Even Emperor Xia said that Ning Fan was fooling around.
Ning Fan's eyes were startled, and then he showed a solemn expression.
Could it be that there are huge hidden dangers in Xindao's approach? Otherwise, why would both Master and Emperor Xia call this behavior nonsense.
"I dare to ask senior, if you take immortal seeds as Tao seeds, what will be the consequences?"
"Don't you know... Immortal seeds are abominable, but if those who hold them abandon them, the consequences will be even more serious. Everyone has only one chance to possess immortal seeds in their lifetime. If you condense the immortal seeds first, then If you give up your immortal seed, not only will you not be able to increase your chance of becoming an immortal by half, but your chance of becoming an immortal will be half a percent lower than that of an ordinary person! Do you know what this means!" Emperor Xia shook his head and sighed.
Ning Fan frowned, he naturally knew what this meant.
For ordinary people, the chance of becoming an immortal is less than one in ten thousand. If you lose your immortal seed, the chance will drop to half a percent, and it will become a negative. There will be no chance of becoming an immortal at all.
However, if there are other means of increasing the probability that offset each other, this hidden danger is not a concern.
As long as he can help the old devil fulfill his wish and save his wife, even if the chance of becoming an immortal is lower, it doesn't matter.
"If senior knows how to condense immortal seeds, please teach me this technique!" Ning Fan said seriously.
"Of course I understand this method...but, do you really want to learn it? Aren't you afraid that you will not be able to become an immortal in this life because you have lost this half chance?" Emperor Xia looked at Ning Fan with deep meaning.
"So what!" Ning Fan said proudly.
"Well said!" Emperor Xia looked up to the sky and laughed. For the first time, he felt that Ning Fan was so pleasing to the eye.
No matter how highly qualified Ning Fan was and how he was destined to be with him, he only looked up to Ning Fan slightly and his attitude towards Ning Fan was still cold.
Ning Fan's attitude of despising Xiantu at this moment was appreciated by Emperor Xia.
So what if you become an immortal! In order to become immortals, too many people pursue fame and fortune, abandoning their relatives and forgetting their roots. What good is being an immortal!
Ning Fan was willing to give up his immortality for the sake of his master. Emperor Xia greatly appreciated his actions.
Becoming an immortal is just a means, not an end, nor a goal.
If you only practice Taoism for the sake of immortality, then this practice is completely meaningless.
Too many people live their entire lives but never think about what they are living for.
"Take it!" Emperor Xia threw a jade slip to Ning Fan, laughed loudly, and turned into a sword light, disappearing in an instant.
Ning Fan took the jade slip, clasped his fists and thanked Emperor Xia in the direction he was leaving. Then he swept the jade slip with his mind and without saying a word, he entered the Xuanyin Realm with a sway.
Ten days later, Ning Fan came to find the old devil holding a brocade box. He handed the brocade box to the old devil and said with a smile, "I have the Tao seed."
The old devil took the brocade box and put it on the table aside without even looking at it. He looked at Ning Fan tremblingly with cloudy eyes, extremely complicated.
There is no joy, only anger and heartache!
"Boy Ning, you are making fun of your immortal path! What a joke!"
His fists were clenched and his joints were creaking. The old devil was feeling guilty and blaming himself.
He was afraid that because of what happened today, Ning Fan would not be able to become an immortal in this life and his future would be ruined.
"Master, have you forgotten what you taught me back then? If you can't get it, you can only rob it. If you can't rob it, you can only rob it by force! If you keep robbing all the way, are you afraid that you won't have the chance to become an immortal? You will lose half the chance of becoming an immortal. What does it matter!”
"But I haven't given you any benefits! Even if I gave you something, it's nothing at all! There's no need for you to do this for me!" The old devil became even more ashamed.
"On a more serious level, you are my master, so it is natural for me to help you. On a more serious level, you are my brother-in-law, and for Dugu's sake, I will also help you..."
Ning Fan deliberately said something embarrassing, swayed and fled from here.
The old devil's originally apologetic and moved face turned livid for a moment!
Brother-in-law, brother-in-law!
How could he forget that he married Xiaomei, and Ning Fan was going to marry Xiao Dugu.
Depend on! After all, he, who is the master, is really going to become his apprentice's brother-in-law!
"You little bastard! Are you thinking of being inferior to me? It's his grandma's fault. How could I have accepted such a shameless and despicable disciple? He even dared to touch my master's sister..."
In other words, isn’t the old devil also very shameless, even daring to touch his apprentice’s wife’s sister...
Ning Fan flew to the top of a snow mountain and looked at the flying snow in the sky, his expression gradually calming down.
He would do what he promised, and now, he did it.
This mortal relationship is finally over.
The figure flashed and appeared in a certain snow city.
It was snowing at night, but there was a wine shop that had not closed yet and the lights were dim.
Ning Fan walked into the wine shop, ordered a bottle of wine, and sat by the window, looking at the wind and snow outside the window, silent.
"Oh, isn't this Brother Ning? You and I are really destined to be together. I didn't expect to meet you in the sword world!"
A crazy voice suddenly sounded next to Ning Fan.
Ning Fan was startled, turned to look at the person beside him, and said in surprise, "Is it you? Why did you come to the Sword World?"
"Escape! I was running away back then, so I got into the sword world. Shopkeeper, please bring up all the good wine in your shop. I want Brother Ning to stay drunk until I return!" (To be continued.)
