Soon, a month passed.

In the past month, there have been no earth-shattering events in the cultivation realm. Except for the news that Ying Qingcang, a demon monk of Heavenly Demon Mountain, who had disappeared for a long time and had been lamented by various forces on the mainland that "giving birth to a son should be like Ying Qingcang", caused a relatively big sensation, the rest, the place where the damned man is still dead, and the damned man will still die in the matter, and there is no other more noticeable thing happening.

Therefore, this month has been very boring for many people.

But for Ling Zheng, who is beaten every day, this month is even longer than ten lifetimes.

At first, it was okay to say that Ling Zheng learned from the beating, and if he gradually got used to it, he could bear it. But half a month later, Ning Chongxiao suddenly and endlessly increased the number of times Ling Zheng was beaten, which was a bit inhumane.

Later, Ning Chongxiao didn't even sleep anymore except for eating and letting Ling Zheng recover from beating, and after a month, Ling Zheng had been beaten a little numb. After his body recovered, he walked up to Ning Chongxiao very self-consciously and motioned for him to pull his collar.

But Ling Zheng is undoubtedly improving. This can be heard from the louder and louder scolding of the street when Ning Chongxiao beat him. Moreover, in the process of this unbearable torture, the talented and intelligent Ling Zheng stole a lot of clever fighting skills from Ning Chongxiao, and later, he even occasionally fought back.

Although the result of the counterattack was that he was beaten even worse, from the slightly relieved eyes of Ning Chongxiao when he was attacked by Ling Zheng, it could be seen that the head of the Thousand Stele Forest in the Northern Regions had already had a certain level of recognition for Ling Zheng.

That night, after Ling Zheng's recovery, Ning Chongxiao unexpectedly did not beat him again, but stretched out his hand to beckon him to sit beside him.

Ling Zheng saw that this old bastard was so kind to him, and he was a little uncomfortable for a while, feeling that there must be a demon when something went wrong. But after thinking about it, if the other party wants to be unfavorable to him, he can beat him to death at any time in this month, and he is relieved.

Adhering to the idea of stretching out his head and shrinking his head is also a knife, Ling Zheng sat in front of Ning Chongxiao with a big grin, tilted his head and asked, "Old bastard, what's wrong with you?"

Ning Chongxiao sat by the fire and wore a steamed bun with an iron bar, roasting it carefully. After listening to Ling Zheng's words, Ning Chongxiao glanced at him and said, "What, you're still a little unaccustomed to not beating you?

Because he beat Ling Zheng for a month, Ning Chongxiao also went from not saying a word when he beat Ling Zheng to scolding while beating him later. Ling Zheng stole his beating skills, and Ning Chongxiao also learned a lot of Ling Zheng's scolding skills. No matter what the master of Qianbeilin does, he is much faster than others, and the same is true for scolding.

Ling Zheng actually nodded: "That's right." ”

Ning Chongxiao didn't bother to take care of him, and continued to concentrate on roasting steamed buns.

After being silent for a while, Ning Chongxiao said, "Rabbit cub, in all fairness, how do you feel this month?"

Ling Zheng replied very simply: "It's better to die." ”

Without waiting for Ning Chongxiao to speak, Ling Zheng continued: "But this ability to resist beating has been improved a little terrifying." Not only that, but I've also learned a lot from you, the old bastard, and I'm already proficient in using the Soul Slayer Demon Hand alone. Although it is not as good as the bastard of the Liang family who plotted against me at the beginning, I am confident that if my cultivation is the same as his, I will definitely be stronger than him. ”

Ning Chongxiao heard this, and said with some conceit: "That's, don't look at who beat it out." ”

Ling Zheng glanced at Ning Chongxiao, but because Ning Chongxiao was telling the truth, Ling Zheng searched his stomach for a long time, and he didn't come up with anything to refute.

After a while, Ning Chongxiao continued: "Those things that the old man taught you, remember to practice diligently, in addition, how the old man has beaten you in the past month, it's okay to sit down and remember more, it's good for you." Rabbit cub, you can't do anything else, this ability to be beaten and beaten, as well as memory, is still so-so. ”

"When you're old, there's a lot of nonsense, you've said this several times, and you can remember it if you have a hole in your brain. Ling Zheng waved his hand, and then seemed to remember something, and asked with some confusion: "Hey, old bastard, why did you talk so much today, are you ......?"

Ning Chongxiao said in his heart, you finally understood, and before he could speak, Ling Zheng asked with some worry, "Are you going to die?"

"****!" Ning Chongxiao scolded, almost unable to hold back and beat Ling Zheng: "If you die, the old man may not die!"

The atmosphere was somewhat relaxed.

After that, Ning Chongxiao ate the hot steamed buns, ate and drank wine, looked at the still brilliant starry sky above his head, and said, "Alas, to be honest, you are really a good piece of material, rabbit cub." If it weren't for ...... The old man really wants to take you away and train you well, even if you use up all your net worth, the old man has to pile you up as a master. ”

While Ling Zheng was silent, he also knew in his heart that the old bastard was really leaving, because with his temperament, he would not boast about himself for no reason.

"The old man has lived for nearly seven hundred years, and the people who have been trained by the old man himself, there are not a hundred but eighty, but the old man really sees three, you count one. Ning Chongxiao said: "I won't tell you, the old man killed a non-attribute spirit vein like you three hundred years ago. ”

Ling Zheng was stunned.

Ning Chongxiao glanced at him, and then said, "Have you never heard of it?" Actually, this is normal, the attributeless spirit vein that the old man killed was hidden by a big force since childhood, and outsiders actually don't know it. The attributeless spirit vein has potential that ordinary people can't imagine, and you must know this. But that attributeless spiritual vein, because he has been distorted since he was a child, slept with several concubines of his biological father at a young age, and even touched his sister-in-law and brother-in-law. After the old man saw it with his secret technique, in order to prevent him from endangering the hài continent after he became prosperous, he had to strangle it with his own hands. ”

"Actually, if you think about it, this thing hurts the heavens and the peace. Ning Chongxiao muttered: "But the old man has done a lot of things that hurt the peace of the world, and it doesn't hurt to have one more or less." The old man never regretted killing that attributeless spirit vein. ”

Ling Zheng was silent and waited for the following.

"Who wouldn't do something in this life that they would regret, because of regret, they have the hope of not regretting it again and living well. Ning Chongxiao gently patted Ling Zheng's shoulder: "Rabbit cub, you are still young, when you are as old as the old man, you should understand." ”

"In the future, when you have a cub, it is estimated that you will not be an attributeless spirit vein like you. But if you are still a talent, if the old man is still alive by then, he must be handed over to the old man to practice for a few days, well, it is only limited to a few days, because no one will have a body like you, which makes the old man blush. Ning Chongxiao said: "Don't worry, so far, those who can get out alive from the old man's hands, except for one person, are all good materials." ”

Ling Zheng nodded heavily.

Ning Chongxiao talked a lot tonight, and he chatted with Ling Zheng all night, such as how he cultivated when he was a child, how he and his daughter-in-law were arranged by his parents, such as how he trained his son, and so on. This night, most of the time, Ling Zheng was listening to Ning Chongxiao.

This old man, who beats and kills people and uses endless methods, seems to need a listener in need.

After dawn, Ning Chongxiao finally finished eating the steamed bun that was obviously a bit big and drank up his gourd wine. He stretched out for a long time, and after standing up, he glanced at the rising sun in the east, and gently patted Ling Zheng's shoulder, pointed, and said, "Then the North Pearl City is in that direction, and you will arrive after flying forward for a while." The rabbit cub remembered that if he encounters a critical situation in the future, don't care about anything else, even if he drills someone else's crotch, as long as he can live, it is the most important thing. Only by surviving can you take revenge, and only then can you slaughter the person who made you drill your crotch. ”

Ling Zheng nodded heavily.

After that, Ning Chongxiao said: "Get out, the next time you see the old man, it's better than anything else." I don't care about anything else, remember to practice the one hundred and eight rubbings that the old man taught you, if you let the old man know that you are lazy the next time we meet, the old man will beat you into a dog with the rubbing. ”

Ling Zheng smiled: "Old bastard, take care, don't die early." ”

"Get out!"

Under Ning Chongxiao's gaze, Ling Zheng rose into the sky and flew rapidly in the direction of Beizhu City.

After flying out of a distance, Ling Zheng's figure froze, and he waved his hand at Ning Chongxiao, who was still staring at him, from a distance, and then his hands were staggered, and after pushing it out, a bright white transparent stele shadow was struck.

After doing this, Ling Zheng rushed towards Beizhu City and never looked back.

After Ning Chongxiao saw Ling Zheng make that stele and leave, the stiff expression on his face that everyone owed him money slowly distorted, and turned into a smile that was more ugly than crying.

"The rabbit cub is still hiding from the old man. ”

Ning Chongxiao, who had only laughed twice in his life, was not used to laughing, but he still smiled and said, "However, it feels very good." ”

The Northern Pearl City is inconspicuous in the land of the Northern Regions, but because this place is rich in a pearl called "Earth Snow", there are also many refiners gathered, and it is also known by many people.

Because Beizhu City is the sphere of influence of the Xuan Snake Sect, the cultivators of the Xuan Snake Sect are rampant in this place, as if they have the posture of being the king and hegemon.

But this hegemony only varies from person to person, if there are some cultivators with a lot of background here, the cultivators of the Xuan Snake Sect in the city will hold their tails and behave like people, and the rules are respectful like the third grandson.

After Ling Zheng arrived in Beizhu City, he only felt that this place was much stronger than the Feihong City that he and Kong Xuandoubi had visited before, and the scale was much larger, not to mention, even the prosperous Cheng Dù surpassed that Feihong City a lot.

Because I heard Mu Yikun say that there are rules in Beizhu City, and monks can only enter the city on foot, so Ling Zheng is also very easy-going, and he landed far away and walked slowly to the city gate.

Deliberately suppressing the breath in the Spirit Condensation Realm has almost become a habit of Ling Zheng, so when he walked in front of the city gate of Beizhu City, several cultivators of the Xuan Snake Sect who were guarding the city gate also ignored him, and after Ling Zheng reported his illusory identity and paid ten pieces of second-grade spirit jade as an entrance fee, several cultivators of the Xuan Snake Sect immediately let him go.

Originally, entering the North Pearl City required strict verification of the identity of the comer, but those few Xuan Snake Sect cultivators felt that such a guy who had cultivated to only the Spirit Condensation Realm, even if he entered the North Pearl City, he would not be able to make much of a difference.

They seemed to have forgotten that Kong Xuan and Dou Bi, who had caused a big mess in the city before, returned to their previous attitude after being nervous for a few days.

After entering Beizhu City, Ling Zheng began to wander back and forth through the streets of the city, on the one hand, to familiarize himself with the terrain, and on the other hand, to inquire about Kong Xuan and Dou Bi.

After turning around for a while, Ling Zheng walked into a teahouse that was not too large in scale and its business seemed a little deserted.

The shopkeeper of the teahouse is also a cultivator, and his cultivation is only one line away from the Great Perfection of the Spirit Condensation Realm. After seeing Ling Zheng arrive, he didn't look down on people, but took Ling Zheng to a more window-side position and sat down, and introduced Ling Zheng very enthusiastically.

Ling Zheng couldn't stand the flickering, and asked for a pot of good tea and a few snacks that looked very pleasing to the eye. Because he and Ning Chongxiao ate the kind of yellowed steamed buns every day this month, although the dim sum in this teahouse is average, it is also delicious for Ling Zheng.

After that, Ling Zheng called the shopkeeper of the teahouse, motioned him to sit opposite him, and after asking about Kong Xuan and Dou Bi's situation, and knowing that the two were temporarily fine, he began to inquire about the information of the Northern Pearl City.

It's not that he didn't think about going to Qinglou, after all, it was "the easiest place to inquire about information" that even Ning Qianhe admitted. But because he was alone at the moment, Ling Zheng was frightened of that place from the bottom of his heart, so he had to give up.

The shopkeeper of the teahouse is also relatively talkative, and because the aura that Ling Zheng showed is only about the Great Perfection of the Spirit Realm, similar to him, the boss does not have much awe and arrogance, but chats with Ling Zheng very enthusiastically about the recent events in the Northern Pearl City.

"Zheng Ling Daoyou doesn't know, it seems that something big is going to happen to our Northern Pearl City recently, and many big forces in the Northern Region have sent people. The shopkeeper said: "Don't look at the business of this teahouse now, but if it is in the afternoon, there will be more people." In the evening, it is open all night, and it is very busy. ”

Ling Zheng looked a little surprised: "Oh, what are the big forces?"

The shopkeeper is like a few treasures: "That's a lot, except for the Xuansnake Sect, the main owner of the Northern Pearl City, like the Liang family of the ancient Xiuzhen family in the mainland, Qingjian Mountain, Broken Blade Gate, Insect Erode Valley, Biyou Sword Sect...... Blah blah ”

Seeing that Ling Zheng was a little surprised, the shopkeeper felt that the young monk named Zheng Ling in front of him must have been frightened by what he said, and his heart was quite refreshed.

After that, Ling Zheng left the teahouse and walked down the street looking at the cultivators coming and going, a smile rising on the corner of his mouth.

Many of the Northern Regions forces that the shopkeeper just said were actually those that Zhao Yanran told herself at the beginning that those cultivation forces that had offended her and her master at the beginning could basically be regarded as enemies. It's a coincidence that people can't help but want to ponder.

Needless to say, the Liang family, Liang Xu, Liang Ji, and Liang Shun almost threw him into the ghost domain to feed the corpse, and this feud was not small. Ling Zheng had no intention of calming things down. Finding the bad luck of the Liang family monk in the Northern Pearl City is only the first step in his revenge.

As for Zhao Yanran's enemies, since he and Zhao Yanran had already expressed their hearts to each other, Ling Zheng naturally took her business as his own.

Zhao Yanran's enemy is naturally his enemy.

"I've gathered so many enemies, and if I don't make it lively, I'm a little sorry for the old bastard who beat me up for a month. ”

Ling Zheng muttered to himself.