The Path to Becoming Immortal

Although Ning Ping is young, his mind has already matured, and he also understands that it is useless to dwell on the matter at this point. Thinking that Hua Wenyao may continue to study alchemy today, he habitually goes to the alchemy room out of his body.

I was lucky today. I came later and caught up with the restriction before it was opened. When Hua Wenyao entered with some things, I followed him into the alchemy room.

Yang Qizheng, who was sitting on the futon, saw Hua Wenyao coming in. He opened his eyes slightly and said, "What is being refined over there now?"

"We are rushing to make a new batch of Yiqi Powder. The original batch just happened to be taken out when Uncle An went out yesterday."

"Oh, by the way, didn't you originally arrange for Ning Ping and Uncle An to go out together? Why did they suddenly change again?"

"This matter, speaking of which, Ningping is really good. I think this boy deserves to be trained well in the future. It is such a good opportunity to go out and play, but he is thinking about learning to make medicine. I guess I am embarrassed to tell me, but I entrusted Shang Feibai to pass the message to me. By the way, Master, I gave him some medicine formulas to learn from yesterday. "

Ning Ping was speechless for a while when he heard this. It was just as he thought, and he suddenly felt depressed.

"Hehe, I think Shang Feibai wants to go out and play. Speaking of which, Ning Ping is really a good boy. You should train him well in the future."

Hua Wenyao seemed to have figured out something. He just showed embarrassment on his face, but when he heard the following words, he felt happy. It seemed that he had not trained the wrong person. Praising him was equivalent to praising him for his good vision. Then he would be in the eyes of his master. Status is even more important.

"Okay Master, I will focus on him in the future."

"Okay, today you will see how my master refines the elixir. You must watch carefully!"

Ning Ping was originally interested in alchemy. Although he had watched it several times, he still enjoyed it every time and gained something every time. But today, it was like chewing wax. He went back to his room to rest early when it was almost time. .

For several days, Ning Ping was distracted by this matter, until five days later.

"I have some sad news for you all." Hua Wenyao suddenly walked into the workshop that day, his expression extremely heavy.

Everyone slowed down when they heard what they were doing, and waited quietly for the next step.

"Uncle An and Shang Feibai encountered gangsters on their way out. Shang Feibai died on the spot. We lost a fellow disciple.".3

Suddenly there was an exclamation in the workshop.

Ning Ping was stunned when he heard this. He couldn't believe it. Thinking that if he went out by himself this time, it wouldn't be..., and he felt extremely happy in his heart. In an instant, he forgot about the matter of being replaced by him. Everyone else was already dead. What else is there to say? Instead, he started to miss Shang Feibai.

"Where's Uncle An, how is he?" Someone noticed that Uncle An was not mentioned, and asked anxiously.

"Uncle An was injured and escaped desperately. He is recovering from his injuries now. There is no need to worry, Uncle An is not in danger of his life."

To be honest, Uncle An was quite respected by everyone. He didn't talk much and never scolded anyone. He was worried about the food and drink expenses in Chunhui Valley.

"Ning Ping, don't be sad. Shang Feibai often talks about how good you are. Last time, he specifically asked me in front of me to let you start learning to refine medicine. Alas, things are unpredictable."

"Hey~ I hope senior brother Shang has a good journey." Ning Ping looked sad. But he was very conflicted in his heart. He took the rare opportunity for him to leave the valley behind his back, but now he is dead. To put it bluntly, he rushed to die for him, but he was a blessing in disguise.

This incident made Ning Ping extremely entangled, but in the end Ning Ping still thought of his kindness in her heart. Why can't she let go even if others are dead?

"Who did this? He didn't want to live anymore and dared to attack my Nanhua Gate."

"I heard from Uncle An that it's probably the Poison Dragon Sect, but don't spread rumors around. Yingfeng Hall has sent people out to investigate. Okay, it's such a big event today. Let's all take a rest after finishing what we are doing."

It was rare to get off work so early, and no one was busy practicing or anything like that. They gathered together in twos and threes to talk, and most of the discussions centered around Shang Feibai's death.

While everyone was chatting, Ning Ping found Gao Fei walking silently into the distance alone, turning a corner of the room and disappearing.

After experiencing this incident, Ning Ping didn't know what to say. He followed Gao Fei in his heart and followed Gao Fei. Instead of chatting here, he would rather walk around like Gao Fei.

Ning Ping was walking around a big tree, with Gao Fei far ahead, when he suddenly glanced at it. Gao Fei pointed out, and a stone in the distance suddenly made a soft "pop" sound, and then he retracted his hand.

"Skills" A word suddenly appeared in Ning Ping's mind. He didn't expect that Gao Fei had such a method. Why hadn't he discovered it before?

I had been to Gao Fei's room before when his soul was out of body at night, but the other party was practicing several times, and I had never seen him using such methods.

But before Ning Ping could react, Gao Fei noticed someone behind him, turned around and looked over, and his eyes were slightly confused when he saw it was Ning Ping.

Ning Ping walked straight over.

"Senior brother, why don't you talk to them." Ning Ping said nonchalantly.

"No interest, I'll just take a walk." Gao Fei had regained his composure and looked at Ning Ping quietly.

"Haha, I'm the same, I just wanted to walk around casually, but I didn't expect Shang Feibai to leave like this, hey~" Ning Ping even turned to look at Gao Fei, looking at the stone in the distance that was hit by a finger. not see.

Gao Fei felt relieved at this moment. After hearing Ning Ping say this, he could understand the other party's feelings, so he also said regretfully: "Who said it wasn't? Things are unpredictable."

"Okay, I won't bother you, brother. I'll just go over there and take a walk." Ning Ping nodded to the other party and walked to the other side without looking back.

Ning Ping also looked at the stone that was hit by his finger just now. There was already a deep hole on the hard stone.

As he walked, Ning Ping couldn't help but think that there were really many secrets among his so-called brothers. It seemed that there were few people in the group of cultivators who were easy to get along with. They were all as smart as monkeys, including himself.

The only difference was that he must be a little immature compared to them. He also had various secrets, and he also had his own goals and intentions in his heart.

After a while, his mind returned to the scene he had just seen. This must be magic without a doubt. Ning Ping had been longing for magic, and now that he had seen it, he would naturally come up with an idea.