The three of them left, but the courtyard was not empty.

Ning Baifeng smiled at Nie Hongzhu, and then looked at the woman in Tsing Yi who was standing quietly near the tea table.

Compared with Nie Hongzhu, a painting immortal with divine intelligence, the puppet of the bean soldier is much stiffer, his expression is not smiling, his body is cold, and he can only obey orders.

After watching Wei Xing's demonstration, Ning Baifeng beckoned to the woman in green clothes, and found that there was no movement, he was slightly stunned for a moment, and then moved his gaze to the plate where the green beans were placed.

Then he picked up the plate and released a wisp of sword yuan in his hand on it.

The disc shook slightly, and the empty eyes of the woman in Tsing Yi standing in the distance immediately lit up, and then she walked over according to Ning Baifeng's meaning, standing side by side with Nie Hongzhu.

Ning Baifeng took the plate and looked at it, and then smiled bitterly.

This thing not only eats money, but also consumes vitality, and if you want to get in the way of your hands, you have to refine it, which is indeed a troublesome thing.

sighed, beckoned to turn the woman in Tsing Yi into green beans and put it on the plate, Ning Baifeng wanted to put the plate into the mustard seed bag, but found that it was actually something that could not be put in.

Come to think of it, a plate of bean soldiers is a secret treasure of the soldiers, and it can never be as simple as a treasure.

Ning Baifeng remembered the jade plate that Zhou Tian had given him when he left earlier, and took it out of his arms.

This jade pendant is less than the size of the palm, the whole body is green and blue, and the front is carved with a portrait of a strange beast, and the wide mouth of the beast almost occupies the entire jade pendant. The back is relatively simple, decorated with flowers, birds, insects and fish, and a few small characters are engraved in the middle, "Roe deer owl swallows the sky, a corner of the landscape." ”

Looking at the shape, there are some things that don't quite look like this world, and with Zhou Tian's origin, this thing is very likely to come from the Lizhu Secret Realm.

Mobilize a wisp of sword yuan again and send it to the jade pendant, the beast's mouth lit up slightly, and a box was spit out.

This is actually a storage treasure, Ning Baifeng was surprised.

There are not many styles of treasures stored in the sky, the most common ones are mustard seed bags and sun and moon pots, and they are very valuable.

Ning Baifeng has traveled so far, and has only seen the sun and moon pot once, or when he was leaving the continent, Emperor Daning used it to buy peace in order to appease the anger of the old Taoist priest.

As for the mustard seed bag, Ning Baifeng had seen a lot, but he didn't expect to see such a strange storage treasure today.

Suddenly, he was awakened by an exclamation.

Ning Baifeng immediately followed the sound and looked at it.

The box on the ground had been opened, and Nie Hongzhu looked inside dumbfounded.

The box is not big, about two feet square, and the box is covered with beads of various colors with shimmering light, as well as some small crystalline stones, which look jeweled and dazzling, no wonder Nie Hongzhu exclaimed.

Ning Baifeng squatted down, reached out and picked up a dark green bead from the box, weighed it carefully, and his pupils shrank.

Demon Pill?!

Immediately, he put the beads back and stirred them in the box with his hands, and found that nearly half of them were demon pills, and the other crystal stones were also full of aura.

Thinking of what Zhou Tian said, the aura of the Litian Continent is thin and suitable for the cultivation of the demon clan.

These demon pills must have been brought out by Zhou Tian after his return this time, and these aura-filled stones were most likely used to assist in cultivation.

With Zhou Tian's current cultivation, these things are actually of little use, but for Ning Baifeng, the weight is extremely heavy.

Ning Baifeng squatted on the ground, looking at the box full of treasures, thinking that this gift was a little too big.

Nie Hongzhu said softly: "Childe, why don't you take a look at what else is in there?"

Ning Baifeng was stunned when he heard this, and then held the jade pendant in his palm.

There is a lot of space in this storage treasure, but there are not many things, and there are a bunch of jars and jars.

When I took out a smaller jar, I found that it was a jar of wine.

The first casual conversation with Zhou Tian, the two started with wine, but they didn't expect that there would be such a large amount of wine in the gift given by Zhou Tian.

Silently counting those different jars, Ning Baifeng secretly smacked his tongue, could it be that Zhou Tian collected all kinds of liquor in the Litian Continent?

Then he sighed silently, it seems that he is going to be an alcoholic in this life.

Putting the box on the ground into the jade perry, Ning Baifeng thought about it, picked up the plate on the table, and tried to put it in the jade perry, but found that there was no obstacle, and the plate was easily put in along with the green beans.

The plate that can't be put into the mustard bag can be put into the jade pendant, which shows that this storage treasure is not the slightest

No worse than the Sun and Moon Pot.

Ning Baifeng's heart suddenly moved, "Hongzhu, go and bring the picture scroll." ”

Nie Hongzhu answered, turned around and went to the house, and when he came out, he held a snow-white scroll in his hand.

Taking the scroll, Ning Baifeng gave it a try.

As expected, this picture scroll of Su Lao's residence could not be put into the jade pendant.

Ning Baifeng slowly spread out the picture scroll, looked at the faint figure of the old man above, and fell into deep thought.

This picture scroll was once called the Holy Soul by Ning Baifeng himself, only because Su Lao painted himself into it, and later in the Sword Valley, Fu Shanhe called out the master's teaching map, which made him know that the picture scroll was called another name.

The holy soul dwells, and the master bestows karma.

Reminiscent of Su Lao's painting at the beginning, it is obvious that this is not just a painting.

Ning Baifeng smiled bitterly, after all, his eye sockets were too shallow, and he couldn't see the fame in this.

Putting the scroll away, Ning Baifeng pinched the jade pendant and thought about it, smashed out all the things in the mustard seed bag, and put it into the jade pendant.

Originally, according to the habit, I wanted to tie the jade pendant to my arm, but after thinking about it, I still learned from Zhou Tian and hung it on my right waist.

The wine jug on the left, the jade pendant on the right, dressed in white, holding a picture scroll, like a romantic reader.

Nie Hongzhu looked up and down and praised repeatedly.

Ning Baifeng smiled, asked Nie Hongzhu to return to the painting, and then went to the house to take out the bamboo tube and put it on his back.

As he went out, he glanced up at the sky, and then went straight to the sword pool.

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......

After the Yuntai sword discussion, the sword boats in the mountains flew non-stop, all of which were human exchanges and farewells to each other.

After all, the older generation in the mountains also have their own juniors and old acquaintances, and they haven't seen each other for tens or hundreds of years, and it's normal to reminisce about the old before parting.

The disciples on the sword pond were surprised at first, but as they watched more, they became accustomed to it.

But there are still people who look up at the sky from time to time, with a look of anticipation.

They were not envious of those who sat on the sword boat, but the stone platform that floated in the air, the stone tablet on the stone platform, and the sword pavilion at the top.

Master Feng once stipulated that anyone who entered the sword artistic conception could take the sword boat to the sword pavilion to Chengyi, but the disciples on the sword pond were not highly cultivated, and it was indeed a bit extravagant to want to enter the sword artistic conception in just one year, after all, they were not an innate sword body like Xi Xuelan.

Therefore, when Xi Xuelan stood on the stone pillar and practiced the sword meticulously, many eyes fell on him from time to time, especially male disciples.

Young Muai, unthinkable.

However, when Xi Xuelan finished one move and was about to perform the next move, her movements suddenly froze.

The disciples who watched her practice the sword were immediately surprised.

With Xi Xuelan's seriousness in practicing swords, this kind of distraction rarely occurs.

Could it be that something is going on?

Some followed his gaze and looked away.

On the edge of the sword pool, a young man jumped up, then stepped on the stone pillar on the surface of the pool, and ran here.

Many disciples who saw this scene also stopped practicing swords in their hands.

They all knew this young man, and his reputation was not small among the disciples.

It is not only the reputation accumulated by entering the pool to take the sword, but also the sensation caused by the resignation of the master of Yue Feng in the apprenticeship town half a month ago.

Because of this, some people looked at Liu Sheng upset and felt that he had betrayed Jianchi.

At this time, someone stood up and stopped in front of Liu Sheng, with a cold face, "What are you doing here!"

Yanagi stopped and looked at the man who was on the stone pillar in front of him.

He didn't know this person, but judging from the green bamboo tube he was carrying behind his back, he was obviously also a disciple who admired Ning Baifeng and considered himself to be in the same vein as Sword Pool.

On today's sword pond, all sword cultivators carry a green bamboo tube to show their identity.

It's like the disciples of each peak, imitating the clothes of the peak master.

Liu Sheng's gaze lingered for a moment on the green bamboo tube that protruded from the other party's shoulder, and then replied calmly: "Naturally, it is sword practice." ”

The man sneered, "Since you've already left, why bother coming back." What's the matter? The master couldn't be trusted, so he thought of coming back to find Senior Brother Ning?!"

The matter of Zuo Ci has spread in the mountains, and many people feel cold about his practice of deceiving teachers and destroying ancestors.

Liu Sheng frowned slightly, did not reply, and looked very calm on his face

, but he is only a teenager after all, and the complicated gaze in his eyes still can't be hidden.

Many disciples looked at this young man and had no intention of stepping forward to relieve him.

"Let him come. ”

This voice broke the stiff atmosphere on the pond, and it was Lang Ping who spoke.

If Ning Baifeng was not there, the disciples on the pond would all be headed by Lang Ping, and Wu Ziqi would have to salute for a few points.

The man glanced back at Lang Ping, saw him nodding, although he was a little angry, he still got out of the way and let Liu Sheng leap over.

Standing opposite Lang Ping, Liu Sheng saluted respectfully, "Senior Brother Lang!"

Lang Ping nodded, only said a sentence to follow the practice, and then did not say much, and continued to lead the sword practice.

The practice on the sword pool, meditation and qi training is not the norm, more often it is Lang Ping who takes the lead in practicing swordsmanship, swordsmanship, and swordsmanship.

It is not only to teach others to practice swords, but also to consolidate oneself.

Yanagi nodded yes, pulling his handleless longsword from the scabbard behind his back.

The sound of the sword body rubbing against the scabbard sounded very crisp.

This scabbard was the apprenticeship he gave when he was apprenticed. Also at that time, the green bamboo tube behind him was glanced at by the left, and it was shattered into a piece of bamboo silk.

Some people find the sound harsh and out of place.

When Lang Ping used his sword moves, he glanced at it and didn't say much.

Yanagi took a deep breath and practiced his sword together.

One move, one style, sword light.

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Suddenly, someone flew through the air and landed on the stone platform in the middle of the sword pool.

The disciples immediately stopped and looked at the man standing on the stone platform.

Then a loud and uniform cry resounded through the sword pool.

"I've seen Senior Brother Ning!"

Some of the people on the sword boats that passed through the air were alarmed by the sound, and they all looked at the sword pool below.

Ning Baifeng suddenly heard the shout, and was also startled, then he nodded with a smile and returned the salute to the disciples.

Back and forth, courtesy to meaning.

This is the first time he has stood in front of everyone since Yuntai discussed the sword.

It was precisely because of the spread of Yuntai's discussion of swords that the disciples of Sword Pool admired this chief senior brother even more.

Ning Baifeng's gaze swept over the disciples, and his face was full of excitement.

In the end, he fell on Liu Sheng, smiled and nodded, and encouraged: "Practice hard!"

Liu Sheng said respectfully: "Thank you, senior brother." ”

Then Ning Baifeng raised his hand, "Go on." ”

The sword light on the sword pool jumped again.

After watching everyone practice swords for a while, Ning Baifeng called Lang Ping over and asked with a smile, "Senior Brother Wu went to the peaks to help again?"

Lang Ping shook his head, "The Sword Pavilion is already open to all disciples above the Sword Guts Realm, Senior Brother Wu took Senior Sister Ruan to the Sword Pavilion to practice. ”

Ning Baifeng glanced outside the stone platform, there were only Xi Xuelan, Jiang Xia, and Liu Sheng.

He looked at Lang Ping and asked with a smile, "Why don't you go?"

Lang Ping turned his head to look at the people who were practicing swords, and said with a smile: "They always have someone to teach, I have discussed with Senior Brother Wu, and I will go after he comes out." ”

Ning Baifeng immediately understood that he was willing to teach the disciples to practice swords, which should have been his responsibility, but now it fell on the shoulders of Lang Ping and the others.

He apologized and said, "I'm sorry for you." ”

Lang Ping said with a smile: "Senior brother, this is much better than the situation when I was tired of doing miscellaneous work every day, and occasionally had the opportunity to go to the Sword Hall to listen to the class." ”

The original disciple of Jianchi was indeed a well-deserved miscellaneous servant.

Ning Baifeng smiled, "Then please, I'm going to the Sword Pavilion, and I don't expect to come out before the founding ceremony." ”

Lang Ping immediately saluted, "Congratulations to Senior Brother." ”

Ning Baifeng nodded, ready to control the sword cloud and rise, suddenly thought of something, and said: "Liu Sheng is back, you help take care of one or two more, you are also a disciple of the sword pool, there is no need to be too angry." ”

Lang Ping glanced at Liu Sheng, who was practicing his sword, and sighed slightly: "I'm afraid he will be a little uncomfortable." ”

Ning Baifeng was slightly stunned, then looked at Liu Sheng, and suddenly saw the black scabbard behind Liu Sheng, and immediately understood what Lang Ping's words meant.

Then he thought about it, removed the bamboo tube behind his back, and pulled out the picture scroll inside.