Ning Fan rewarded Xue Qing with a sixth-level elixir and ten fifth-level elixirs. To Xue Qing, these elixirs were rare treasures, but to Ning Fan, they were just dispensable things.

Xue Qing accepted the elixirs excitedly. After three kowtows and nine bows, he immediately left and was eager to dissect the elixirs and study them carefully.

He had never seen a sixth-level elixir in his life, and he was as excited as an old naughty boy.

Looking at Xue Qing's hurried retreat, Ning Fan couldn't help but laugh. He had two disciples in his life, both of them were lunatics who were obsessed with alchemy.

Yang Gu is considered the second disciple, and Xue Qing is the first disciple.

Yang Gu's alchemy qualifications are higher than Xue Qing's, but Xue Qing's obsession with alchemy is much higher than that of Yang Gu's, and Xue Qing's dog nose is getting better and better, and he can smell the scent of medicine souls, and can also smell out

Ning Fan's position can be regarded as a rare talent.

When it comes to cultivating Taoism, qualifications are not the most important thing. Perhaps one day, Xue Qing's alchemy skills can surpass Yang Gu's because Xue Qing has a persistent heart.

After Xue Qing left, only Ning Fan, Lan Mei and Bai Lu were left in Mingyue Lake.

The two girls, like Zhihe, have suppressed their cultivation at the peak of spiritual integration.

Last night, Ning Fan and Zhihe cultivated together, channeling the immortal veins for Zhihe, opening up some small bottlenecks, and clearing the way for Zhihe to break through the golden elixir.

Today I can't give him too much, so I naturally want to help Lanmei and Egret channel their immortal veins.

"Ning Fan! Now that you're back, let's settle old scores! Forty years ago you took supplements from me, and I'm no match for you, but now I'm no longer what I used to be, huh! The Japanese elder will definitely be ruthless today

I will plunder you ruthlessly to avenge the grudges of the past, and I will plunder all your cultivation!"

The egret raised its eyebrows, and although its tone was vicious, its expression was charming. She jumped directly into Ning Fan's arms and began to caress Ning Fan's chest. He looked like he wanted to punish Ning Fan on the spot.

Ning Fan narrowed his eyes. Could he understand that the egret was throwing itself into his arms?

"Uh... I still have something to deal with, so let's take a step first." Lan Mei saw this. She blushed and turned around to leave. She was not as bold as Egret, and threw herself into her arms directly.

Lan Mei was about to turn around, but Ning Fan grabbed her hand and refused to leave.

"There's no need to leave in a hurry. We rarely meet again. I'll help you channel your immortal veins."

Ning Fan made a backhand effort and broke out of Egret's embrace. He pressed Egret into his arms. He ignored Lan Mei's slight struggle, held Lan Mei in his arms, turned into a escaping light in one step, and fled towards Lan Mei's boudoir. He was familiar with the road.

Before Lan Mei and Bai Lu could react, they were brought into the room by Ning Fan and pushed down on the bed. When the two women saw Ning Fan's ambiguous smile, they immediately understood what was about to happen.

The egret has not been exposed to rain and dew for forty years. Immediately, its eyes were as charming as silk, and it gently cooed, unbuttoning its clothes on its own, and getting ready to receive love.

Lan Mei was still a virgin and only had sex with her in the anus... She couldn't help but feel a little nervous and her body was a little stiff.

The moment Ning Fan took off the red gauze curtain, his blue eyebrows lowered his eyelids in anticipation and shyness... Today is destined to be a lively day...

...

When dusk fell, Ning Fan left the Ghost Bird Sect.

After some intercourse, Ning Fan carefully channeled the immortal veins of the two girls with the help of dual cultivation techniques.

Before leaving the Ghost Bird Sect, Ning Fan reassured Lan Mei and Bai Lu, telling them that he would definitely resolve the issue of the annexation of the Jin Dynasty.

The two girls don't know how high Ning Fan's cultivation level is, but after this double cultivation, the two girls' cultivation level has skyrocketed.

Some small bottlenecks were directly broken through, and even the golden elixir bottleneck was touched. The two girls could retreat to form elixirs at almost any time.

Ning Fan only practiced double cultivation with them once, and the improvement in cultivation was equivalent to a year of hard training alone for them!

It is not difficult for the two girls to guess that Ning Fan's current cultivation level is absolutely astounding, far beyond their realm, otherwise it would never be possible to have such a remarkable dual cultivation effect!

"What kind of cultivation level does he have now? Is the Su Yihou that Sister Zhihe said... really him..." Lan Mei and Bai Lu both covered their mouths with their bare hands, a little surprised, and more But it is joy.

Ning Fan is no longer what he used to be, so they are naturally happy for Ning Fan.

"It seems that I will never be able to take advantage of him in my life..." Bailu sighed deliberately, but there was obvious and hidden joy in her eyes. She was really a woman who said what she meant.

Ning Fan left Gui Que, concealed his whereabouts, and quietly went to some sects in Yue Kingdom.

Taixu Sect, Ziguang Sect... Ning Fan walked through each sect, walked through the old site of Hehuan Sect, walked through the ruins of Tianli Sect...

Scenes of memories surged through his mind. When he was still a young man, he had to embark on the bloody sea of ​​cultivation for revenge.

There has been pain, madness, sadness... Forty years have passed, and the past is like a smoke and a dream, and it can no longer stir up the slightest disturbance in his heart.

He went to the Hu family, and still remembered the promise he made to Hu Fengzi, the ancestor of the Hu family, for a cultivation pill, and he took action three times for the Hu family.

He stood on the top of Hanyue Mountain, in front of his grave for Hu Fengzili.

Under the protection of his reputation, the Hu family did not decline and still existed, but Hu Fengzi's grave was already overgrown with weeds...

Ning Fan squatted in front of Hu Fengzi's grave, pulled out the weeds in front of Hu Fengzi's grave, and sighed softly.

"You sacrificed your life to protect the Hu family, but they forgot about you and even neglected your grave..."

"Now it seems that your efforts for them are not worth it."

Ning Fan stood up, looked at the setting sun, turned around and left in silence.

He didn't give any benefits to the Hu family, maybe because he didn't like the Hu family's ruthlessness.

After a few steps, Ning Fan had escaped from the Western Region of Yue Kingdom to Pingyun Mountain in the Eastern Region.

The spiritual energy of Pingyun Mountain is thin, and there are no monks practicing here. There is only one village in the mountain, called Ping'an Village, which is a mortal village.

This village is exactly the mortal village where Ning Gu lived back then.

Ning Fan and Ning Gu have been separated for forty years, and he really wants to see his younger brother.

He walked slowly along the mountain road, taking advantage of the dusk, to the outside of Ping'an Village, looking at the slightly unfamiliar scenery and sighing a little.

The mountain road outside the village is covered with sparse camellias. There were not so many camellias back then.

At the entrance of the village, several children with long yellow hair were flapping butterflies, which was quite childlike.

As soon as he saw Ning Fan coming, he immediately came over with a smile and asked, "Uncle, are you a passing businessman? Do you want to stay overnight in our Pingan Village?"

"I'm not a businessman, and I'm not here to stay overnight. I've been to Ping'an Village before, and I'm here today just to see an old friend."

"Old friend? Who is uncle looking for? We can help you show the way. But uncle said he had been to Ping'an Village. Why haven't we seen uncle?"

"Of course you haven't seen me... Just keep playing. You don't have to show me the way. I know the way."

Ning Fan laughed. He had been away from Yue for more than forty years. How could these seven or eight-year-old children have seen him?

His spiritual thoughts spread in the village. Suddenly he sighed, many of the mortal mountain people he met back then have passed away.

The life span of a mortal is really short. In the past forty years alone, so many old faces have been missing...

Most of the old people back then have their bones buried in the earth, and the young people back then have all become old men.

Several old men were sitting at the entrance of the village smoking cigarettes. They looked at Ning Fan and felt that they looked familiar. However, they couldn't remember where they had seen Ning Fan. They just smiled politely at Ning Fan.

Forty years have passed, and the memories of the elderly cannot remember the passers-by who met countless years ago.

Forty years have passed, and it is impossible for children to have seen Ning Fan's voice.

The children didn't recognize each other. They laughed and asked where the guest came from... but they didn't know that Ning Fan had been here a long time ago.

After saying goodbye to these children and smiling at the elders in the village, Ning Fan walked into the mountain village alone. He walked familiarly through the huts and walked straight towards one of them.

There are still two old longbows hanging on the wall of that thatched hut. They haven't been pulled for many years, and the paint is a little dark.

On both sides of Chaimen and within the fence, there are many kinds of camellias planted, but they have been neglected and there are many weeds growing there.

Ning Fan gently knocked on the firewood door, and he could feel the breath of a man in the hut. He knew that it was his younger brother Ning Gu.

Hearing Ning Fan's knock on the door, an old man in his late sixties slowly walked out of the hut, with an indelible sadness in his eyes.

The old man's cloudy eyes were full of sadness, but when he saw Ning Fan, he was immediately startled and showed a very complicated expression, "It's you... you're finally here..."

Then he coughed a few more times and said with a sad smile, "I've been waiting for you for a long time. If I don't see you, I won't be able to leave with her in peace."

Ning Fan looked at the old man and sighed deeply, "Ning Gu, how did you become like this?"

This old man is none other than Ning Gu. His face is weathered and he is aging. He no longer looks as handsome as he once did.

Ning Fan is puzzled. After all, Ning Gu was once a monk. Even if his cultivation level was sealed, even if he practiced the Life-Sealing Ruler, he would not grow old so quickly...

"Isn't this look bad? Cough, cough, cough..." the old man coughed and smiled bitterly, "An Ran died..."

"She's dead... I don't want to live alone, I want to die with her... But I still have an unfulfilled wish, so I can't just die... I'm sorry, I finally remembered you, but I just used

Forty years...I'm sorry, brother!"

The old man's eyes were filled with tears, and there was a kind of uncontrollable sadness in his expression. He suddenly knelt down to Ning Fan silently across the chaimen.

He remembered Ning Fan and all the joys and sorrows of the past. He wanted to see Ning Fan again before he could die in peace and contentment.

Now that he has met Ning Fan and apologized to Ning Fan, he is determined to die, but the guilt in his heart cannot be erased.

He felt guilty, hating that it took him forty years to remember that he once had an older brother named Ning Fan.

He felt even more guilty, feeling guilty that his heart was filled with despair, that he had left with peace and could not accompany Ning Fan on his lonely journey of cultivation.

"An Ran also went..."

Ning Fan sighed, closed his eyes, and recalled the mountain village girl he met forty years ago.

That smart look in his eyes still appeared in front of his eyes, but the person was no longer there.

An Ran is a mortal who is infatuated with Ning Gu.
To be continued...