"Senior, what do you think I should do? I want to leave it to my father. After thinking about it for a long time, Yang Ningfeng sighed lightly, calmed himself down, and asked.

"I suggest you keep it for yourself!"

But the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit shook his head and said: "It is precisely because your father is the patriarch, so once you hand over this wealth to him, it is equivalent to handing it over to the family, you should not be so great, and distribute your wealth to other people in the clan, right? Yes, if you hand over this wealth, it is indeed possible for your Yang family to become the largest family in Wuning City in terms of financial resources, but your clansmen will not be grateful to you, they will feel that as the son of the patriarch, it is appropriate to hand over the wealth you get." Even if you are grateful, it will definitely not be much. ”

"But as the son of the patriarch, I should indeed do my best for the rise of the family! As a man, although I am not great, but if I don't hand it over, does it seem very selfish?" Yang Ningfeng frowned slightly.

"Hehe, who isn't selfish?"

The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit was extremely unimpressed.

Yang Ningfeng fell silent! If it was before, he would never consider whether to hand it over, but now it is different, now his father is the patriarch, and he has just taken over, if he suddenly has more wealth, his father's prestige will be unparalleled, and the position of the patriarch will be completely stable.

"If you want to hand it over, I won't stop you, because it's not wrong for you to hand it over. But you should also know that what is too easy to get, your people really won't be much grateful to you, and it will also make your people sit back and enjoy their achievements, and not want to make progress. Besides, the sudden wealth of the Yang family will also attract the attention of other forces, and it may not bring prosperity to the Yang family, but disaster. ”

Seeing Yang Ningfeng's hesitation, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit was happy in his heart, which showed that Yang Ningfeng was not a ruthless person, he was a person who valued affection and righteousness in his bones, although the clansmen did not wait to see him before, but he was developed, but he could focus on the overall situation and did not want to hide his secrets.

However, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit had other considerations, he felt that even if he had to pay it, it would need to make the Yang family grateful to him, so he continued: "Actually, the wealth placed here by you is no different from being handed over to the clan. The prosperity of a family should not be the efforts of one person, but the efforts of the whole family with one heart and one mind. Therefore, I think you have to pay this wealth, then only pay a small part of it, and you should keep the rest first, don't hand it all over at once. When the Yang family needs it most, you will take out some more to help the family, so that the whole clan will be truly grateful to you, and you will take out as much as the family needs, and it will not attract the attention of other forces. Also, as your strength grows, the Blood Tiger Space will need more crystals in the future, and you will also need silver taels!"

"Hmm. ”

The words of the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit finally made Yang Ningfeng, who was silent, his eyes light up, and he felt reasonable: "Okay, I'll listen to you." ”

Seeing that Yang Ningfeng adopted his opinion, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit smiled happily and stopped talking.

Yang Ningfeng began to check the jewelry, although he didn't understand the price of the jewelry, he felt that if such a large number of jewelry was taken out and sold, the value would not be lower than these four boxes of silver tickets. And those two hills of gold and silver, which are also an astonishing fortune!

Sometimes it's tiring to have more money.

Yang Ningfeng spent a lot of time checking these gold, silver and jewelry, and felt tired, but there were still more than half of them that he didn't count, and finally chose to give up, and come in and count them when he was free in the future, anyway, this thing is placed in the purple spirit space, no one can take it away, and he can't lose it, even if he dies, these riches can only belong to him.

In this regard, the Purple Spirit Space is indeed better than any space storage in the world. Like a space ring or something, as long as someone snatches it, the things in it belong to someone else.

Shen Nian left the purple spirit space, Yang Ningfeng returned to reality, now covered in sweat, exuding a foul smell that even he couldn't stand himself, so he got up to get his clothes and went out to take a shower. When he was done, he returned to the room and glanced at Xiao Jin, who was still asleep on the ground, and knew that he was really tired, so he let him sleep.

"The sword spirit senior said that I can practice swords when I reach the master's level, well, go find him now!"

Yang Ningfeng was no longer sleepy, his eyes fell on the bag containing the spar on the table, his heart suddenly moved, he reached out and took out two white crystals, and then sat down on the spot and entered the Blood Tiger space.

At night, the moon is like a hook, and the stars are sparse.

"Huh?"

Yang Ningfeng entered the Blood Tiger space, although the courtyard did not change, and the three thatched huts did not change, but the rocking chair in the courtyard did not see the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit, but what surprised him even more was that it was dark night when he came in.

There was no change of day and night here before, but now that there was a dark night, Yang Ningfeng knew that it might be that the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit had absorbed the pile of crystals in that hole, and now the Blood Tiger Space had undergone great changes again, but it was not yet time, and there were still many things that the Sword Spirit had not told him.

"Senpai!"

Yang Ningfeng stood in the courtyard and shouted loudly.

Chirping!

The wood door of one of the doors opened, and the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit walked out, then looked at Yang Ningfeng and said with a smile: "How is it? My current image is okay, right? Haha, do you think this place is getting more and more real now?"

“......”

The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit that Yang Ningfeng looked at was no longer able to hear the content behind what he said!

Dressed in a green robe, slightly flickering, his eyes are no longer red, black and white, blazing. The face is thin, the beard is small, and there is a sense of fairy style, a generation of masters.

"No, my image is not good?" Seeing Yang Ningfeng staring at him, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit asked weakly.

"No, your image is much better now than before!" Yang Ningfeng came to his senses and said.

"Really?" The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit immediately had a smug look on his face: "Haha, I know that this image is good, I have seen many masters before, and they all like this type of dress......"

"It looks even more obscene!" Suddenly, Yang Ningfeng said.

The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit who was talking proudly was immediately stunned, as if he had been choked by the throat all of a sudden.

"Die!"

In the next moment, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit exploded, and with a wave of his hand, he directly threw Yang Ningfeng into the air.

Bang!

The toad fell to the ground, and the dust was flying.

"Ahem, do you really want to kill me?, is there still a way to tell the truth in this world?" This fall felt like all the bones in his body were scattered, and he almost fainted.

"You can't die here, if you don't want to suffer, don't stink. The Blood Tiger Sword was full of energy, like a child who was angry, his figure flashed, and he was already sitting on the rocking chair and said.

"Hehe, do you like to listen to flattery?" Yang Ningfeng smiled and sat down beside the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit, reached out and picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea and drank it.

The tea is still so sweet and delicious, and the tea in the teapot can never be drunk, and it will always be the same temperature.

Sometimes Yang Ningfeng thinks in his heart, how good it would be if he had such a teapot in reality, he could drink good tea at any time, and he didn't have to spend money to buy it, and he didn't need to brew it, which was convenient and practical, and it was really a treasure for home travel.

"Less nonsense, who doesn't want to listen to good words?" said the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit with a roll of his eyes, and then waved his hand, and a teacup on the table flew down to his hand, and he drank the tea with his head up, and then with a flick of his hand, the teacup fell steadily back to its original position on the table.

"It's a beautiful hand. Yang Ningfeng looked at it with straight eyes. I have to say that this old guy has surprising performances from time to time.

"It's rare for you to praise it. The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit smiled slightly: "Want to learn?"

"Of course, this trick is too beautiful!" Yang Ningfeng looked excited. He was already thinking that if he learned this hand and behaved in front of Yun Luo in the future, Yun Luo would definitely admire it.

"If you want to learn, just say more good things to hear. The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit closed his eyes again and said indifferently.

When Yang Ningfeng heard this, a look of embarrassment immediately appeared on his face, and he said with a bitter face: "Hehe, you know, I'm not good at flattering people, so it's a bit difficult for you to say nice things to me! Senior, you won't be so vulgar as others, right?" Look at you today, a generation of masters, the image of the fairy style, men will worship when they see it, women will scream when they see it, the magic power is vast, the world is invincible, people like you, it is really difficult for me to find any better words to praise you, you have a lot of adults, seniors have the demeanor of predecessors, look at my admiration for you like a surging river, like a river with thousands of horses galloping, like the vast sea......"

"Gross!"

The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit turned its head and directly squirted out the tea that had just been drunk!

"Forget it, I'm scared of you, do you really want to learn?" said the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit with a wave of his hand.

"Of course. Yang Ningfeng's face was solemn, and he nodded extremely seriously and said.

"Okay, I'll teach you. The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit sat up straight and said.

Yang Ningfeng stared at the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit with shining eyes, looking excited.

However, what the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit said was like a bucket of cold water poured down: "I'll teach you when you reach the strength of the king." ”

Yang Ningfeng's fists immediately clenched.

If it weren't for the fact that the taste of being thrown was really too uncomfortable, he swore that he would definitely not hesitate to swing his fist now.

"But I can teach you something else. The Blood Tiger Sword Spirit lay down again and said leisurely.

Closing his eyes, rocking the chair, Yang Ningfeng's resentful gaze shook gently again.

But a black big sword suddenly broke out of the ground and was suspended in front of Yang Ningfeng.

This sword, of course, Yang Ningfeng is no stranger.

"Blood Tiger Sword?" Yang Ningfeng's face showed a look of ecstasy, he knew that the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit was going to teach him the Nine Xuan Slayer Sword Technique!

"There are a total of nine styles of the Nine Xuan Tu God Sword Technique, but before you learn the sword technique, you first go and split the stake, one sword and nine openings, each one is the same size, when it is done, I will teach you the first style. ”

Ignoring Yang Ningfeng, the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit copied it in his hand, grabbed the Blood Tiger Sword in his hand, and then his figure flashed, and he flew to the middle of the courtyard, and when he landed, there was a wooden stake in front of him that was as thick as a thigh and one meter high appeared instantly, and then the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit slashed down with a sword.

Trumpet!

The stakes, split in an instant, split into nine.

Yang Ningfeng's eyes widened, and he ran over to check.

The size is the same, and it is extremely uniform, as if it had been precisely measured.

"Goo!"

Yang Ningfeng swallowed his saliva back, his expression was shocked and breathtaking.

This wooden stake is one meter high, that is, a sword splits it in half, Yang Ningfeng feels that it is difficult, now it is actually a sword and nine openings, and it is the same size, he is a little dumbfounded!

As soon as the Blood Tiger Sword Spirit hand loosened, the Blood Tiger Sword was suspended in front of Yang Ningfeng, his figure flashed, he lay back on the rocking chair again, stopped talking, closed his eyes, gently knocked on the edge of the rocking chair with his hand, and began to hum again!

"Hum this all day long, can you have something new?"

Yang Ningfeng muttered in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it, for fear of being thrown into the air again.

Call!

Yang Ningfeng took a deep breath, then spit out, and reached out to grab the Blood Tiger Sword suspended in front of him.

"Fuck me!"

In the next second, a violent curse resounded throughout the entire Blood Tiger space.