Liu Yuan said: "Well, from a rough look, you have also reached the Nascent Soul level. Let me ask you another question. How old are you?"
Zou Wenrui didn't understand, and his brows furrowed even more as he asked: "Don't think that just because the young lady loves you, you can run rampant in Shuiyuewu and play all kinds of weird tricks. Let me tell you..."
Liu Yuan sighed and shook his head: "You are not answering the question. Are you old and your eyesight is blurry, your legs and feet are inconvenient, and your hearing is not as good as before? You didn't hear my question clearly, so let me say it again..."
Zou Wenrui slammed his cane into the ground with a thud and said in a cold voice, "How dare you! I have been cultivating for 315 years, forming a Nascent Soul, and cultivating to the third level. I am qualified to found a school in the world of immortal cultivation, but I am keeping guard in Shuiyuewu out of consideration for our friendship with the old master. How can I allow a junior like you to insult me!"
When he swung his crutch, the ground cracked with a snap, and an extremely strong spiritual power rushed towards Liu Yuan like a wave.
"You don't have a high level of cultivation, but you have a bad temper."
Liu Yuan first immediately pulled Ning Xiangrong behind him and made a faint comment.
Zou Wenrui's face was distorted behind the turbulent spiritual energy. His hand holding the cane tightened, and his body trembled slightly with anger: "What did you say?"
Liu Yuan said: "I say, if you intend to use the sudden death to extort compensation, I don't have that much money."
He raised the corner of his mouth sarcastically, held out his hand, and spoke in a gentle and easy-going tone.
"But I will definitely have the money to buy you a coffin."
boom!
Deeper and stronger spiritual power formed a cage, spreading with Liu Yuan as the center. It not only resisted Zou Wenrui's attack, but also protected all the equipment in the room. Then, as Liu Yuan clenched his fist, the power instantly closed.
"The building is locked in smoke!"
"you!"
Zou Wenrui was horrified and retreated repeatedly, but it was too late now. Liu Yuan's spiritual power was everywhere around him, like scattered mist, and he was the lonely tower. Although he had the platform of Nascent Soul stage cultivation, he had no room to display his power.
A crushing victory without a doubt!
Zou Wenrui struggled, sweating profusely, and was about to be completely sealed in the barrier by spiritual power.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
He picked up his cane, gritted his teeth and struck it hard: "Lightning breaks the moon!"
The crutch made of thousand-year-old lightning-struck wood was wrapped with lightning, which instantly broke through the fog, revealing the phantom of moonlight. The light of lightning and the shadow of the bright moon complemented each other and exploded with a loud bang, but to no avail.
Zou Wenrui's dantian had been penetrated by the mist, locking up his Nascent Soul.
This is what is meant by smoke-locked tower.
His face was pale and he looked desperate: "How, how could it be..."
The fog suddenly dissipated.
There were still a few people standing in the room. Ning Tingshan was stunned. Ning Xiangrong was stunned behind Liu Yuan. The young man who still had a mocking smile on his face put down his hand, looked at him and said indifferently: "There is a default rule in the world of immortal cultivation, right -"
"The one with higher cultivation should follow the Tao first, and the one who is more accomplished should be the teacher. You are now about 300 years old, at the third stage of the Nascent Soul, and I am probably a few hundred years younger than you, at the ninth stage of the Nascent Soul. It would be fine if you could learn to fight across levels like some of the Destiny Children whose names contain the five elements, but the problem is that you can't beat me. Who do you think is stronger and who is more accomplished?"
Liu Yuan looked at Zou Wenrui, raised his finger, and said, "Come on, call me senior."
Zou Wenrui panted heavily with red eyes: "You are going too far, too far...Master!"
To be honest, when he uttered the word "wu", Liu Yuan thought he was going to cry. He was suddenly startled and almost broke down.
Fortunately, people of this era are still relatively simple and do not understand how horrible a tactic it is to disgust others.
Ning Tingshan was still in a daze. His desire to kill the pig had just been scared away. He laughed twice, stroked his beard, and said, "Mr. Zou, this... I..."
Zou Wenrui said anxiously: "Master!"
Ning Tingshan turned to look at Liu Yuan and said amiably, "Son-in-law, let the elder go. He has made many contributions to Shuiyuewu. He can't lose his dignity like this."
Liu Yuan now felt that Ning Tingshan was not unrelated to the chaotic state of Shuiyuewu, and he seemed too weak.
It's true that he dotes on his daughter, but he's too soft on other things.
So the elders seized power and watched covetously...
It seems necessary to carry out a plan to cultivate a father-in-law.
"Since my father-in-law has spoken, I will naturally listen." Liu Yuan withdrew his magic, and the mist that was wrapped around Zou Wenrui's body dissipated.
Zou Wenrui breathed a sigh of relief, but after sensing it for a moment, he said palely: "My Dantian..."
Liu Yuan laughed: "I made an insurance policy to prevent Elder Zou from holding a grudge and taking revenge on me. After all, people in the world of immortal cultivation are always a little uneasy. Don't worry, Elder Zou, you can still practice. It's just that from now on, your Dantian spiritual power will be taken care of by me for the time being."
Zou Wenrui held his breath, his face flushed the color of liver, and he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "How can you be a Nascent Soul... You should be in the Foundation Establishment stage!"
It seems that the information is transmitted quite quickly. I wonder if there are any spies from Shuiyuewu at Chiyu Villa.
Liu Yuan glanced at Ning Xiangrong who was also bewildered, then looked at his father-in-law, sighed and said, "To be honest, my cultivation level is more than this, but I lost my spiritual power due to some accidents. I happened to meet an old man who was on the verge of death, and found out that it was the Yuxu Sect Master who disappeared seven hundred years ago. Before he died, he only had time to transfer his spiritual power to me, and then he passed away."
This...why does it sound so mysterious?
Every year, there are countless people who claim to be disciples of Yuxu's former master, all to create momentum for themselves. You are even more ruthless, asking for all the spiritual power of others and making up for what they lack. It sounds like nonsense.
Ning Tingshan complained in his heart for a while, then tried to smooth things over, "That's a pity, son-in-law, please take a seat first, elder, please be patient... Um, I wonder if you can show me the painting just now. I actually know a little about calligraphy and painting. I heard that some cultivators use this to enter the Tao, but I wonder if it's true or not."
At this moment, Zou Wenrui's dantian was controlled by someone, and he temporarily suppressed the anger in his heart. He flicked his sleeves and sat back on the stool.
Liu Yuan handed over the scroll and unfolded it, revealing a magnificent and vast landscape painting.
Ning Tingshanfu was stunned when he saw the landscape painting.
His eyes were firmly attracted to it. After staring for a while, he suddenly showed a look of shock. He stepped back a few steps, widened his eyes and looked up and said, "This, this is the authentic work of a saint?!"
Chapter 48: Disciples of the Saint
Authentic saint work?
When these words were spoken, everyone present except Ning Tingshan was stunned.
Also including Liu Yuan.
The corners of his mouth twitched. Xie Kuakua Qian’s calligraphy and paintings… authentic works of a saint?
For a moment, the title Xie Qian flashed through my mind.
[The hermit: a person who never wants to be lonely]
Could it be that this "eternity" is not just a figment of the imagination, but a real immortality... A saint through the ages, if this is true, then Xie Qian's realm and identity before he was sealed would be absolutely unimaginable.
But how could Ning Tingshan recognize it at just one glance?
Could there be some obvious sign or something? Liu Yuan wondered.
Zou Wenrui, leaning on his crutches, stared at the painting intently, walked quickly forward, and wanted to take the painting to have a look, but when he stretched out his hand, he remembered that his dantian had been locked just now. He subconsciously glanced at Liu Yuan, and his grasping hand froze, and he changed to a vague gesture of pointing as he passed over the painting.
His eyes fell on the picture, and he was instantly attracted by the atmosphere in the picture of mountains and rivers. He felt his spiritual consciousness shocked in an instant, and the spiritual power surged in his body. The original barrier between soul and flesh seemed to disappear, and his body and mind were relaxed and comfortable as if they were integrated into nature.
"The power of a saint!"
Zou Wenrui took a few steps back before he came out of that mesmerizing state.
His eyes widened, and when he looked at the ordinary-looking painting, his face was filled with shock and disbelief: "It's really the power of a saint... Where did you get this painting?"
Zou Wenrui looked at Liu Yuan with horror.
Even though he was badly beaten just now, he didn't show such a shocked expression.
Liu Yuan was full of questions, but he pretended to be calm and said, "I'm sorry, I can't tell you."
His mysterious look made Ning Tingshan and Zou Wenrui more certain of something. Ning Tingshan coughed twice and said, "In that case, I won't ask any more questions. You and Xiangrong should rest in the dock first. When Yue Longzhang's matter is settled, you can discuss the marriage."
Liu Yuan twitched his lips: "You... agree?"
What happened to the father-in-law’s promise to kill a pig and preserve the food at the Hongmen Banquet?
Ning Tingshan carefully put the scroll away, nodded and laughed: "Son-in-law, you see I've already called you son-in-law, how can I not agree? I should have told you earlier that I agreed to it in the first place. I asked you to come over just to take a look at my future son-in-law, and I have no other intention at all."
The attitude changed so quickly... He had a gloomy face just now, but now he is discussing marriage.
This father-in-law definitely intended to make things difficult for me from the beginning. Even if he didn't take action, he would definitely make things difficult verbally. It wouldn't be as smooth as it is now.
Is Xie Qian’s calligraphy and painting really that amazing?
Liu Yuan turned his gaze to Zou Wenrui. According to Zou Zishi, the great elder Zou Wenrui stood on Yue Zong's side, that is, he was one of those who claimed that Yue Longzhang might have been framed and that Liu Yuan was the culprit.
The first and second elders are both in a faction. Ning Tingshan is probably in decline now. When he asked him to come over, Zou Wenrui was beside him. Either Ning Tingshan wanted to use this to cause a conflict to test Liu Yuan and see if Liu Yuan could become his helper, or Zou Wenrui has become so powerful that he has intervened in the meeting between the father-in-law and the son-in-law, which should have been a family affair.
Liu Yuan tends to believe the first guess.
As the leader of a sect, Ning Tingshan would not be so cowardly as to be like this.
Anyway...it's a good thing.
Liu Yuan and Ning Xiangrong left the house. Miss Ning was of course like a fish in water in her own home, and immediately arranged Liu Yuan to stay in an empty room in her house.
Although they separated the rooms into two to conceal their differences, any discerning person could see that it was no different from sleeping together.
As the news spread, a large number of admirers like Yue Longzhang began to wail and lament.
"You will live here temporarily."
Ning Xiangrong pushed open the door and saw that the interior was decorated very delicately and warmly, but it was obviously a girl's room at first glance.
As soon as Liu Yuan turned his puzzled gaze, Ning Xiangrong said with a vague look: "This, this is the room I lived in when I was a child. Later I moved to the next door."
Oh... the room from childhood, that is, the room where she lived when she was a girl?
Liu Yuan raised his eyebrows, as if he could see from the room what Ning Xiangrong, who once lived here, looked like.
But at the same time, even such a private place was shown to Liu Yuan, which means that Ning Xiangrong no longer had any reservations about him.
When he walked in, Ning Xiangrong couldn't help but whispered, "Why did my father react so strongly? What exactly is the power of a saint?"
Liu Yuan asked doubtfully: "You don't know either?"
Ning Xiangrong shook her head. "The saint is nameless. I only know that a great event happened hundreds of years ago. During that period, countless immortal geniuses emerged, but also countless people fell. The saint was born, and then disappeared. There is no news about him anymore. Perhaps my father and Elder Zou experienced that era."
She suddenly thought of something and smiled: "That senior Zhou Zhongzi from the Yuxu Dao Sect also disappeared at that time. Didn't you inherit his spiritual power? How come you didn't know about it?"
Liu Yuan sighed and said, "I...he passed away after giving me spiritual power, without telling me anything."
I'm sorry, Senior Ding, although you still have six or seven days to live, it's unfair that you have to die first.
Ning Xiangrong stretched out her finger and tapped his forehead, pursed her lips and said, "I knew you were talking nonsense in all seriousness. You attacked Elder Zou, so he must be holding a grudge against you..."
Liu Yuan shrugged and said, "It's okay. With my current cultivation, although I haven't fully recovered yet, it's definitely more than enough to survive in Shuiyuewu."
The only thing I'm afraid of is that undercover agent from the Demon Sect...
Ning Xiangrong said angrily: "No matter how powerful you are, I will still worry about you."
Liu Yuan looked at her slightly pouting tender lips and couldn't help but lean down slightly and kiss her.
Instantly separate.
Ning Xiangrong opened her eyes, which had just been closed, again in confusion.
Liu Yuan smiled and said, "There is a long way to go."
Ning Xiangrong moaned and hugged him tightly. She felt that the young man's shoulders were broad and reliable. She felt that these words made her whole body softer than the previous passionate kiss. Her heart and eyes were filled with happiness.
Liu Yuan sighed. Ning Xiangrong had been pampered too much since she was a child. All everyone cared about was her appearance. Unless she took the initiative, it would be unwise to be impatient at this time...
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Zou Wenrui and Ning Tingshan were still looking at each other in the room.
Ning Tingshan looked at the scroll in his hand and smiled. "How is it? Mr. Zou, my son-in-law is much better than your adopted son, right? Do you still want to continue the marriage?"
It turned out that Zou Wenrui actually wanted Zou Zishi, who had just taken over as the chief, to marry Ning Xiangrong, under the pretext of strengthening the relationship between relatives, and he also added the condition that he would stand on Ning Tingshan's side.
But at this moment everything was disrupted by Liu Yuan.
Zou Wenrui felt the mist lingering in the spiritual sea of his Dantian, and his Nascent Soul could not move in it. He had a complicated expression: "If he is indeed the disciple of the legendary saint, it will change the entire Central Continent. I am convinced of my defeat."
His expression turned gloomy again: "I'm afraid... he's not."
Chapter 49: Schrodinger's Saint
Ning Tingshan unfolded the scroll but did not look at it. The divine light contained in it was precious and it would become less and less each time he looked at it. He turned to look at Zou Wenrui and said, "Even if he is not, what can you do?"
He stroked his beard and said in amazement, "If he is really as young as he looks, this is simply... shocking. Even the major sects in Central Continent may not have such a natural prodigy."
Ning Tingshan's eyes flickered. He was more than just a genius. Such a person was unheard of in the past several thousand or eight hundred years.
Even in that era when talented people like gods and demons surged like a tide, there had never been such an era.
