The autumn wind and rain cooled into my heart. Ding Ning, who had blown out the oil lamp, took off his coat, sat cross-legged on his bed, took out Song Shenshu's unexpected gift, the red copper-colored thick porcelain pill bottle, and poured out the miserable white pill like a dead fish's eye.

"This is the Condensing Yuan Pill that practitioners in the third level will only use when they move towards the fourth level. Don't tell me that you want to refine this pill now."

While he was looking at the pill, the cold voice of Changsun Qianxue, who was passing through the curtain, sounded again in the dark opposite him.

Because it is related to the issue of practice, Ding Ning answered seriously: "Others may not be able to do it, but my skills are different from those of others, so I can barely do it."

Changsun Qianxue stopped talking. She knew that tonight was more important to Ding Ning, so she just closed her eyes quietly and lay down without practicing.

Ding Ning didn't say anything anymore, swallowed the miserable white pill like a dead fish eye in his hand, crushed the coarse porcelain pill bottle, and then closed his eyes.

A spicy medicinal force began from his throat and quickly spread throughout his body.

The inconspicuous white pill like dead fish eyes quickly disappeared in his body, but the terrifying medicinal power seemed to have turned into an extremely huge white fish in his body.

The big white fish, many times larger than his body, began to wander around in his body.

His meridians were quickly cracked, and the flesh and blood in his body could not withstand such powerful medicinal energy, and the flesh and blood began to collapse and dry up.

If any other practitioners were replaced, they would definitely die violently in the next moment and turn into countless flesh and blood fragments.

However, at this moment, the sound of silkworms sounded in the darkness.

The sound of silkworms is getting denser, but not the sound of eating mulberry leaves, but countless rustling sounds like spinning silk.

Ding Ning's body began to shine with a faint light.

It seemed that countless invisible silkworms crawled onto the surface of his body and began to spit silk.

Countless thin filaments visible to the naked eye formed outside his body.

Each of these thin filaments seems to be the true essence of a practitioner above the three realms, like a condensation liquid, and contains powerful power.

But what is unimaginable is that the color of each thin filament is very mixed, and it seems that many true elements of different colors are spliced ​​together.

The colorful silks shuttled outside Ding Ning's body and gradually formed a huge cocoon.

Ding Ning inside was silent, as if even her body temperature had disappeared.

At dawn, a low cry of silkworms sounded in the silent cocoon. The strange cocoon silk suddenly broke inch by inch, dissipating into invisible energy between heaven and earth.

Ding Ning opened his eyes and woke up.

A dead breath that even the strongest practitioner could not perceived escaped from his body and spread out in the air.

Deep in countless soils, insects that felt countless times stronger than humans, but they sensed this kind of aura. They seemed to be afraid that bad luck would come to their bodies, and they fled desperately to stay away from this small courtyard.

Ding Ning sat up slowly and felt the strong flow of true qi in his body. It seemed that countless rain and dew were constantly seeping into his bones. He knew that it was indeed the same as he imagined. Song Shenshu's unexpected gift made him directly upgrade from the second level to the second level of bone cutting, and the strength of the true qi was increased several times.

"A pill that can greatly increase the chances of breaking through the third level of cultivators has only cured some of your injuries and made you go from the second level of low level to the second level of medium level. Don't you feel it's wasted?"

Changsun Qianxue had already stood up and was sitting on the dressing table on the side of the bed to comb her hair. She didn't look at Ding Ning, but just said in a cold tone.

Her careful combed look was amazingly beautiful. The faint morning light penetrated into the window frame at this time, and Ding Ning was a little confused for a moment.

Changsun Qianxue raised her eyebrows slightly and her face slightly cold.

Ding Ning coughed lightly and said, "It doesn't matter if you waste a little. The real thing about practicing is to be able to wait. I also know a lot of things, but the key is whether you can get it and whether you can use it."

"Don't wait if you can... This sentence makes some sense."

Changsun Qianxue continued to comb her hair and said seriously.

Hearing her rare praise, Ding Ning felt that she might be more polite next, but what made him helpless was that Changsun Qianxue's voice was cold again: "Don't get tired of being in the bed anymore, go open the shop door."

...

Although there are a whole wall of things and people should remember, in places like Changling, even practitioners above the five realms may die in one night, so for Ding Ning, the only thing he can do now is to practice and wait.

The door that should be opened must still be opened.

The drizzling autumn rain finally cleared after five or six days. There was no prominent figure in the Shendu Supervisor walked into the wine shop. Ding Ning knew that the backup volume about him had been thrown into the brazier and burned. The most dangerous period should have passed. For a long time in the future, the group of Shendu Supervisor officials who had a more sensitive nose than hunting dogs would never waste their energy on themselves again.

A burst of autumn rain and a burst of cold.

Although the weather cleared for several consecutive days, the cold air became thicker and thicker. In the early morning, white frost finally hung on the black roof.

But the road surface was dry, and there were more and more cars and horses, but the business of the wine shop was getting better and better.

It was still early in the morning, when eating breakfast noodles, Ding Ning, who had changed into a new thin jacket, held a large thick porcelain bowl for eating noodles on weekdays. While drinking the remaining noodle soup, he looked at a pond not far away.

Some yellow sycamore leaves floated in the pond.

Ding Ning thought in a daze that the water in the water prison must have become very cold.

But how can we enter the deepest cell in the water prison?

Thousands of threads are like yellow leaves falling on a tree, but there is still no clue or method of forming.

At this moment, a yellow-shirted master walked over to one end of the alley.

This master is over forty years old, with short beards, clear face, rectangular face, and a nice smile. Although he is wearing an account book and is wearing a fashionable narrow-sleeved yellow brocade cotton robe, it gives people a feeling of fairy bones.

The yellow-shirt master looked at the soles of his feet, avoiding the filth, walked to Ding Ning, smiled slightly at Ding Ning who was staring at him and looking up and down, bowed and said, "Is this little boss's surname Ding?"

Ding Ning put down the empty noodle bowl, replied with a greeting, and asked curiously, "My surname is Ding, sir?"

"My surname is Xu, and my name is just a word Nian."

Master Huangshan smiled, reached out to point the wine shop behind Ding Ning, and said kindly: "I'm here to collect rent today."

Ding Ning was slightly stunned: "Collection of rent?"

"It's the safe rent paid every month." Master Huangshan explained with a smile.

Ding Ning frowned and said suspiciously: "Did you remember wrongly? You have already paid this month."

Master Huang Shan smiled and said, "It's not that I remember it wrong, but the rent collected from two floors here in the past is here, and it will be collected from our Jinlin Tang from today."

Ding Ning widened his eyes in surprise, and he looked at Master Huangshan carefully again.

Master Huangshan still looked patient and calm, and smiled and asked Ding Ning to look at him.

Ding Ning thought for a while and asked, "If what you said is true, why don't you go to another shop? As soon as you walk into our place, you will come directly to me?"

Master Huangshan smiled again: "Who doesn't know that Wutonglu belongs to the boss. Your wine shop is the best business. Now it's early. If you are half an hour later, the guests here should be full. Go to your shop first. This is our rule and it's just right."

"The reason seems to be good." Ding Ning rubbed his face, smiled slightly, and said, "But I think sir would come and collect the rent again in three or five days?"

Master Huangshan looked at him curiously, "Why?"

Ding Ning said seriously: "If you can delay money from doing business, you can delay it for a few days. And you may not be sure that your husband is a liar who bullies me and cheats me when he is young. If you don't have his legs broken in a few days, you can come back again. This means that your husband is not a liar, and the rent does not need to be handed over to Lao Ji and the others on two floors. You should hand it over to you."

Master Huangshan laughed haha.

Although Ding Ning refused, he was very happy and smiled very sincerely.

Looking at Ding Ning with a serious and clear eyes, he couldn't help but reach out and pat Ding Ning on the shoulder, "The boss is right, I will collect rent in a few days, but my disciple is missing a disciple. Why don't you follow me?"

Ding Ning raised his eyebrows: "What are the benefits?"

"Even if you can't become a practitioner, you can at least have a skill, which is much more interesting than cleaning a shop and selling wine here." Master Huangshan said seriously.

Speaking of the word "cultivation", this is the highest level of the Qin Dynasty.

However, Ding Ning picked up the noodle bowl very simply, turned around and walked back to the shop, and said, "I'll go wash the dishes."

Master Huangshan was slightly stunned, and then he realized that the other party felt that he had to wait for several days to collect rent, and then take a look at the tricks before talking about it. Now, it is nonsense to say something else higher.

He thought the boy was more interesting, his knowledge was more extraordinary, and his eyes were even more brilliant.

...

"Even the two-story business was robbed, what happened... What was the way Jinlin Tang was? Even a master who collected rent was a cultivator who had passed the second level. It was really hard for those who should come to come, but people and things that should not come to come are messy."

But what this Huang-shirt Master didn't know was that Ding Ning, who walked into the wine shop, was extremely annoyed.
Chapter completed!