"His son is not a thing at all, but he still treats him as a treasure. Come to think of it, there were rumors that this guy's thing was broken. Is it true?"
"Don't talk about these frivolous things, I just think about it. I let Manager Fang get a triple spiritual treasure for nothing. No wonder I'm not so crazy. Maybe I want to use this triple spiritual treasure to get to the next level."
"Where can he go? He offended many people by deducting contributions and changing tasks in the outer sect. The outer sect disciples dare not speak out. In a few years of small sect competitions, there may be outer sect disciples. The disciple has been promoted to the inner sect. You will see how he will be in despair when the time comes."
"This evil person will always have thousands of retributions, and the cycle of cause and effect will happen."
"..."
After the rightful owner left, the crowd gradually dispersed, chatting and laughing.
Zhao Ning took two steps forward while holding on to the wall. Among the shadows in the alley and the veil, only one pair of eyes faced the light.
Zhao Ning did not guess wrong. The ancestor of the Fang family took revenge to the extreme, which was to erase the Liang family's qualification to station on the islands near Ansui Island, cut off the interaction between the Liang family, the Fang family, and the Niguang sect, and then privately A frantic search for her whereabouts.
From the beginning to the end, Zhao Ning had a thorough understanding of the situation. The grandfather of the Fang family was only in the realm of Jindan. This realm was not enough to be seen in the entire Pingyang Daze, even in the mountains of Xianzhou. He could only rely on the power of the Niguang sect, and Liang Yi was the same. The Golden Core Realm was extremely flattering to Manager Fang, also for the power of the Niguang Sect, but to the Niguang Sect, Manager Fang was just a small outer sect steward, not even an outer sect elder.
Fang Heng's death is enough to make Manager Fang go crazy, but it will not make the entire Fang family and the Niguang Sect go crazy. Not to mention the evil that Fang Heng has done, but just that the various families and sects in Pingyang Daze are intertwined. They They will maintain fairness and justice on the surface, and restrain Manager Fang's behavior. Even if Manager Fang secretly kills him, the Liang family will not be a vegetarian after removing the remaining five golden elixirs from Liang Ji.
With the deadlock between several parties, the Liang family had no choice but to return to Chongshan in despair and start everything from scratch. The benefits gained from sacrificing Liang Xuandi and her had to be vomited out in disgust.
Zhao Ning walked out of the dark alley, lowered her head to cover her face, and walked along the wall to the outside of Fangshi.
In fact, Zhao Ning knew why Liang Xuandi fell into oblivion. It was certainly not because he was promoted too quickly and had inner demons. The root cause was no longer Liang Xuandi himself, but his mother.
Liang Ji's wife was possessed by a demon.
Ever since Liang Xuandi was unable to break through, this woman had been holding back for ten years, her state of mind wandering on the verge of collapse, until her husband suddenly stole the elixir and forcibly broke through the golden elixir, and her entire cultivation was ruined. Her state of mind was already shattered, and strands of demonic breath seeped through the barrier of the sea of consciousness. However, Liang Xuandi's stunning performance in the Ansui Island competition did not allow the mother to realize that she had a demon in her heart before she could realize it. Then he happily ran towards his child who was strong again.
However, the strange characteristics of Sanqian Zuowang Dao were affected by the silently seeping demonic aura during the mother's close embrace and day and night conversations with her child.
So, overnight, Liang Xuandi was banned.
The cultivation of Liang Ji's lineage has either been abolished or low. It is impossible to easily detect the changes in Mrs. Liang Ji. However, Liang Yi and the elders of the Jindan clan were able to detect abnormalities. On that day, Liang Yi pretended to be confused and asked "Big "When he can give mysterious skills", it means that he has secretly understood the three thousand ways of sitting and forgetting.
However, Mrs. Liang Ji was still taken to the Liang family courtyard.
It was intentional, Liang Yi did it on purpose.
After Liang Xuandi became famous, Liang Yi had already started to plan quietly. It was impossible for him to return the sovereignty of the Liang family to Liang Ji.
Zhao Ning didn't know all this. She walked out of Liang Xuandi's room in despair that day and when she was pushed away by Liang Ji's mother, she unconsciously noticed the distortion in her eyes.
She left a letter and only asked Liang Xuandi to take Liang Ji and his wife away, because Mrs. Liang Ji and because the Liang family would definitely retaliate against Liang Ji after they were expelled back to Zhongshan, and the revenge within the Liang family would not just be It's suppression, that's life and death.
This is Zhao Ning's last repayment of kindness. As for revenge... ha... Liang Ji and Liang Xuandi's pain in discovering that Mrs. Liang Ji was possessed and their fear of being found by the Liang family are of course also revenge.
The remaining grudges are between Liang Xuandi and the Liang family and have nothing to do with Zhao Ning.
She finally arrived at the pier and looked at the spiritual boats traveling up and down the river. Each spiritual boat had a special symbol to identify the family, sect, and other forces.
Most of the monks in Daze, Pingyang, travel by spirit boat. Because of the prosperity, there are a large number of monks gathered in large and small islands in Daze. Markets, sects, families, residences, etc. are all covered by formations. These islands do not want to The islands on the ocean are far apart, and most of them are only a few miles apart by water. These formations are not only dense but also intersect from time to time. The formations spread hundreds of feet in the air, which will affect sword control and cloud control.
Zhao Ning didn't dare to go to the ferry, so she looked for fishermen on the edge of the island. Most of them had no cultivation, so she used the few spiritual stones she had left to ask the fishermen to take her to a place where mortals gathered.
The fishermen looked at her appearance and didn't think too much. It was normal for some dirty things in the world of cultivating immortals, so they let Zhao Ning board the awning boat.
Manager Fang had just left Yunmi Island. Looking at the direction of his disappearance, he was probably heading to Ansui Island in a spiritual boat. He was about to question Liang Yi and his party. This was the best time to leave.
"Girl, sit still." The fisherman said, "There will be some small fluctuations when leaving the Yunmi Island formation, which will make you feel a little uncomfortable."
"Thank you, uncle." Zhao Ning replied quietly while sitting in the awning boat.
"It's okay. The nearest gathering place for mortals is at the foot of Yuanming Mountain. It's half a day's walk from here by water." The fisherman was very enthusiastic and told Zhao Ning the information he knew, "There are also many people like you who escaped there. ...Hey, look at what this old man said, don’t mind it, girl. The old man just wanted to say, it’s no big deal. A while ago, I sent a woman away. When she was carried on the boat, half of her life was gone. I heard that she was imprisoned in the water prison for half a year, but when she woke up later, she was still smiling and said that she would be very happy to return to Jiuzhou. This girl's words are really strange. "
Zhao Ning was silent for a long time before asking, "Did she also go to Yuanming Mountain?"
"She has gone." The fisherman suddenly didn't know how to answer, "The girl ran away as soon as she landed on the shore. There are still dozens of miles of mountain road from the foot of Yuanming Mountain."
Zhao Ning no longer echoed his words. The fishermen probably felt bored after talking too much, and quietly ferried the awning boat to the heavy mountains in the southeast.
There are often small families traveling around the edge of Pingyang Daze. Most of the monsters living underwater here are weak. Even high-level monsters have been wiped out by working together in the merchant ships. For them mortals, as long as they follow a specific Generally speaking, you will not encounter danger when traveling on routes.
When Zhao Ning arrived at the shore, it was almost evening. The fisherman urged, "Little girl, hurry up and run to Yuanming Mountain, which is the place where the two mountains line up in the distance. Get there before dark, otherwise there will be many monsters at night. But it’s dangerous.”
After he finished speaking, he waved to Zhao Ning, holding the bamboo pole on the bottom of the water, away from the shore, "Let's go!"
Zhao Ning took a second look, without much hesitation, and just stared at the direction of the sky and ran. Maybe mortals often came and went, and the vegetation here was sparse. After running for half a mile, he saw a path leading to the destination.
As we continued walking along the path, our strength gradually became exhausted. We had only walked more than ten miles, and there was still more than half of the mountain road waiting for us.
Zhao Ning gritted her teeth, supported the tree, and moved forward step by step.
An hour later, the night has fallen. The moon is dim tonight, the stars are shining, and the starlight shines on the road. The soles of Zhao Ning's shoes have been worn out, and the soles of her feet are sore, but she dare not stop. She is still several miles away from the foot of Yuanming Mountain pointed out by the fishermen. mountain road.
But at this moment, Zhao Ning heard the clear singing voice, which carried far away in the quiet night.
The inseparable shadow that accompanied her suddenly stopped and stopped following her.
It was probably because the singing was so melodious and contagious that Zhao Ning couldn't help but move in the direction of the sound. As he got closer, the singing matched the sound of water.
Taking another two steps forward, I heard "Who!"
Zhao Ning subconsciously moved further behind the tree. The owner of the voice was already wrapped in wet clothes and shouted angrily, "Who dares to peek at me taking a bath?!"
Even with such an irritable voice, Zhao Ning did not feel any danger or murderous intent.
She moved, and the rustling sound instantly attracted the woman's attention. Soon, several people were running and appeared in front of Zhao Ning, "Come out!"
Zhao Ning stuck out half of her head, looked at her with one eye hesitantly, and whispered, "I'm sorry, sister."
The woman in front of her was slender than ordinary women, more than seven feet tall. She was wrapped in wet clothes and stood with her arms and legs carelessly spread out. Zhao Ning had an expectation of this woman's character in a moment.
After hearing the voice, the woman bent down and stared at her again. Her irritable attitude disappeared instantly, "It turns out you are a pitiful little girl. Where did you come from? You were not in Yuanming Mountain..."
"Sister, can you take me to the foot of Yuanming Mountain?" Zhao Ning suddenly interrupted her and asked.
The woman had not yet reacted to this somewhat rude question. She only received it subconsciously, "How did I know you were...you...hehehehe..."
Before she could finish her words, Zhao Ning fainted.
He couldn't gather his mortal body, so he entered the sea for a day and a night, spent the night wet, huddled up and hid, crossed the swamp, and walked dozens of miles of mountain roads, without food or water, and he was really unable to support himself.
Zhao Ning did not fall asleep for a long time. Zhao Ning woke up in less than two hours. It was at dawn and the sky was darkest. She opened her eyes and looked at the surrounding environment. It was a simple wooden house with old bed curtains. , there was no candle in the room, it was pitch dark, but Zhao Ning heard a quiet snore.
She looked in the direction of the sound and could vaguely see a figure on the bamboo couch, leaning forward.
After a moment of silence, Zhao Ning guessed that she was brought back to her own home by the woman bathing in the forest. She looked out from the half-opened hanging window and saw shadows of houses in the darkness. It should be a village. There was no family that cultivated immortals. The ubiquitous sense of pressure is like what is said in the Wanjiang language book: "Mortal residences have their own mortal tranquility." I think it is at the gathering place of mortals at the foot of Yuanming Mountain.
"Well - I don't want to pick - it's boring -" At this time, the woman murmured in her sleep. She turned around sharply and rested her hands on the upper edge of the backrest of the bamboo couch.
It looks inelegant, but it is casual, free and easy.
Zhao Ning showed a smile, which was probably the first sincere smile since setting off from Zizhong Mountain.
Unable to sleep, Zhao Ning closed her body and leaned against the head of the bed. She touched the blisters and wounds on the soles of her feet when she shrank, and a slight pain penetrated into her skin.
The blisters and wounds were very obvious on the white feet, and the pain was also very obvious. In fact, they were nothing, but Zhao Ning had stopped laughing and stared blankly.
She killed the immortal who was guarding her. Naturally, there would be no immortal to heal her wounds silently at night, but do she regret it? No, when the "god" is equal to Fang Heng, she will still do that.
Zhao Ning spread her hands, which were once covered with Fang Heng's blood. Even after she killed Fang Heng's body | behind her, she didn't give Fang Heng a chance to escape or seize someone else's body. She directly sent his soul away with a green bamboo and brocade hairpin. Entered reincarnation.
No one knows how long it will take from reincarnation to reincarnation. She only hopes that the new people will be kind, gentle, and peaceful, rather than cruel, violent, and murderous.
A tear fell from the corner of her eye and was wiped away by Zhao Ning. She had no right and should not shed tears.
It was probably because the movement was too loud, and the old bed made a squeaking sound. The woman sleeping on the bamboo couch made a confused voice, "Don't make any noise - sleep for another half hour -"
"If you're hungry, just go to the kitchen and tinker. When you go out of the kitchen, turn left."
She rolled over and leaned closer to the back of the bamboo couch.
Zhao Ning paused for a moment, probably wanting to find something to do for herself to distract herself from the lingering thoughts in the darkness. She put on her shoes and socks and got out of bed, wrapped a veil around her head and face, walked around in small steps, and passed by When she was a woman, she saw that the woman's posture was really inelegant. Due to the close contact and warmth, most of her breasts were squeezed out. She avoided her eyes and said softly "Thank you" before carefully walking out and closing the door. .
It's not yet dark, but some kitchens not far away are already busy, and you can faintly smell the fragrance; in the distance, there is a hunched figure of an old woman leaving with a straw basket on her back; there is a faint light from an oil lamp in the very far yard. , someone is boxing and practicing martial arts.
Zhao Ning found the kitchen of the woman's house. There was not much food stored there, and she did not dare to touch the fine ingredients such as wheat flour. She only packed firewood to cook white porridge.
The indifference of most people in the Liang family made Zhao Ning understand long ago that she could not stay in the Liang family forever, so she secretly watched and learned these things silently.
The sound of firewood burning was crackling, and the white porridge on the stove was slowly cooking. She sat in front of the firewood entrance and looked at the fire silently.
There was a shadow accompanying him like he had for these sixteen years. He stood outside the window, his figure blurred, looking at Zhao's condensed body, looking at the light in her eyes that even the fire could not illuminate, looking at her suffering from the blisters and pain on the soles of her feet. In pain, I dare not touch the ground and stand on my tiptoes...
Zhao Ning fell asleep again unknowingly. She had a hazy consciousness, as if she had fallen into a dream. It seemed as if a big hand was wrapping her feet, and a cool spiritual light shone under her feet.
Until the sound of gurgling in the pot suddenly woke her up, she hurried to the stove, opened the lid of the pot, and filled a bowl of white porridge.
She sat back to her previous position, held the bowl carefully, pulled back the veil, and blew the hot air from it.
But her movements froze at this moment. She lowered her eyes and looked down, pressing her feet flat on the ground, but she didn't feel the slightest pain.
She even tried to put pressure on the sole of her foot, but there was no feeling of squeezing blisters or pain of wound pressure, and it looked like it was in a normal, uninjured state.
Why... why did it recover overnight?
Her fingertips were trembling, but her body was stiff and she didn't dare to look around.
"Wow - I had such a comfortable sleep this time -" a female voice came in yawning outside, still stretching, she pushed open the kitchen door and shrugged her nose, "It smells so good, and... Hey, little girl, be careful, the porridge is about to spill."
Zhao Ning woke up at the right moment, held her fingertips steady, and subconsciously took a sip.
Only then did he notice the woman staring at her, and Zhao Ning said, "There is still something left in the pot, I only cooked white porridge."
"It's okay." The woman didn't care and walked in carelessly. Fortunately, her clothes were already arranged. She opened the lid of the pot and took a deep breath. "Ah, the smell of the porridge makes me hungry. But it is indeed a bit bland. .”
She glanced back and forth, then turned around and walked to the other corner. She threw away the hay and opened the entrance to the cellar. Even if she didn't go in, the smell of meat overflowed. She quickly slipped out a large piece of dried meat. , kicked up the cellar door and threw it on the stove.
"Little girl, would you like some dried meat with porridge?"
Zhao Ning was shocked and quickly shook her head.
"Young girl doesn't practice cultivation, so why should you give up the fun of big fish and meat? Forget it." The woman turned around and chopped the dried meat.
Zhao Ning looked away and sipped the white porridge, but her eyes always glanced at her feet unconsciously.
Maybe he moved too frequently, and she caught sight of the woman several times while she sat on a stool and ate most of the porridge piled with dried meat slices.
He said nonchalantly, "Is your foot healed?"
Zhao Ning paused, looked up at the woman, and she said casually, "Before I moved you back, I asked Grandma Wu for a bowl of Xiaoshang Powder. It can cure any kind of skin and flesh wounds, although it's not as good as those of the practitioners." It’s a panacea, it’s a little slower, but it’s also a miracle medicine for our village.”
As a result, the thought she had just jumped was cut off, and she even subconsciously closed her feet, then raised her head and smiled and thanked her again.
"If there is anything for Zhao Ning to do, Zhao Ning will definitely do it."
