Ning Shi stood on the roof of the contentment Changle Building, blowing the night breeze for a night, and Emperor Bai Qian accompanied him for a night.

When it was almost dawn, Emperor Bai Qiandi told Ning Shi that he wanted to take Ning Shi out of Luoyang, and they were no longer welcome here. Only if he leaves with Ning Shi, this building will be safe, and the people in this building will be safe.

Moreover, Emperor Bai Qian also pondered for a long time, since Ning Shi was a child of his family, he had to learn something. Meng Bajiu took Ning Shi to walk through the world, looked at the sword again, and said that it was to go, but it was better to watch Meng Bajiu eat the sword all the way, which was beneficial to cultivation, but his understanding of life was not perfect.

Or it can be said that I have seen it, but I have not tried it.

Ning Shi's father and mother are gone, and the master is gone, he has not grown up yet, and his wings are not hard enough. As his uncle, Emperor Bai Qian has the obligation to teach him something and take him to feel something, which is definitely not possible in Luoyang City.

Ning Shi looked at the fish belly white in the sky and said, "If someone doesn't like me in Luoyang City, I can leave, I can go alone." ”

Emperor Bai Qian sat on the eaves and shook his head vigorously: "That's not good, the world is sinister, and my uncle is not at ease." ”

Ning Shi said coldly: "I have grown up. ”

Emperor Bai Qian continued to shake his head: "Fifteen years old is considered to be an adult?"

Ning Shi snorted coldly: "I'm sixteen years old!"

Emperor Bai Qian didn't argue about this: "Okay, good, even if you are sixteen years old, it is too young." ”

Ning Shi hooked his fingers, and a black wooden sword flew from the building: "I am a sword cultivator in the second realm, the pregnancy point has opened thirty-six, and the sword has entered the yellow third order!"

Emperor Bai Qiandi pouted: "Then you were almost killed." ”

After a pause, Emperor Bai Qian said bitterly: "In this poor cultivation world, there are as many sword cultivators in the Second Realm as dogs, but you can't take it lightly, you should be your uncle a bodyguard who doesn't charge money." ”

When the General's Mansion sent a third note urging him, Ning Shi finally decided to set off.

During this period of time, Lin Zhuheng had been thoroughly familiar with the operation of the Contentment Changle Building, like a fish in water, and Ning Shi left him his own insights on cultivation this year, and even passed on his sword path to him, and told him that he could teach it to other disciples.

As for Bai Qiandi, since he found Ning Shi, he has almost been inseparable from him, and he is more sticky than a fart.

Sometimes, Ning Shi doesn't ask, he will tell him some stories about his mother, about his father, about the sword-forging grasshouse, and tell him how beautiful his mother is, and how good his father is at sword-casting.

This also solved some of Ning Shi's confusion about the Sword Forging Grass House.

Why did the grass snake and the broken sword confess to its own master?

Because Ning Shi is really the young master of the sword-forging grass house.

Casting Sword said a lot, Ning Shi really listened to it, but what he thought about was not the same thing as what Bai Qiandi wanted him to think.

Ning Shi was suddenly interested in forging swords, because he thought of his aunt.

Meng Bajiu has offended as many people as he has eaten in his life, and his father's debts have been repaid, and his aunt's debts should fall on his head.

Ning Shi thought, if he cast those swords back for others and sent them to the door in person, would he be able to get forgiveness?

Nothing else.

Say less bad things about your aunt.

Don't shout at every turn to eat the sword witch demon, that's it.

When leaving the contentment Changle Building, Ning Shi only let Lin Zhiheng send it alone, and the others were not allowed to come out.

Lin Zhiheng's face was bitter, and he held back for a long time before taking out a white shirt from behind him: "Ning Shi, this is what the brothers personally picked for you, and after choosing it for a whole day, it will definitely fit, and when you go out, you can't be cold." ”

Looking at Emperor Bai Qian, Lin took a step forward, leaned into Ning Shi's ear and whispered: "There is silver hidden in the clothes, you can spend it casually, it's not enough to send a letter to your brother, your uncle doesn't look like a rich man, and it is estimated that he will not be too generous, don't starve yourself." ”

Ning Shi nodded vigorously, indicating that he agreed with his point of view.

Bai Qiandi, who was not far away, moved his ears, the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously, and he didn't say anything, he had already beaten Lin Zhuheng one hundred and twenty times in his heart: "What kind of friends have your nephew made, can't you say something good? Without me, the General's Mansion will let this building be good? White-eyed wolves, all of them are white-eyed wolves who can't be fed!"

Pack your bags.

Ning Shi did not leave Luoyang directly, but went to a brand-new seven-story attic, and the upstairs was written to listen to the rain.

Looking at the past from afar, even Emperor Bai Qian felt that this building was really magnificent, worthy of being the most flattering sect in the entire Luoyang City, and the most flattering sect in sword dancing.

If you're not convinced, you can't do it.

Before he reached the attic, there was a curse in Ning Shi's ears.

In the midst of the cursing, a young woman with young eyebrows and eyes as young as a crescent moon, a thin figure, and wearing a pale blue scholarly shirt, was pushed forward by three or four men with long swords in their hands.

The young female scholar named Rong Baiqi was revising the practice mantra these days, and asked in a cold voice: "Who are you? Who told you to arrest me? Let me go! You are breaking the law!"

The leading man snorted coldly: "Rong Bai Hairpin Ah Rong Bai Hairpin , a good scholar disciple is not appropriate, why do you want to come to our Luoyang City to talk nonsense!"

Rong Baijia frowned slightly: "Aren't you allowed to speak in Luoyang City?"

The man took the long sword behind his back, took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, and handed it to Rong Baijia: "This is what you wrote, the cultivation mantra can be taught in a place like a private school?

This paper was written by Rong Baijia himself, and it was given to those children who were a little dull, how did they become the children of misguided people?

The man who listened to the handwriting of the Yu Pavilion on his robe became more and more cold: "Cultivation is the cultivation of the cultivation sect, only those with outstanding talent and spiritual root lotus root can have a chance to get started, and you should naturally be severely punished for spreading fallacies like you." ”

Rong Baijian stood up straight, arguing with reason: "My mantra was born from the mountains and cliffs of books, how did it become a fallacy, is this the truth that you listen to Yuge?"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "It is the truth of the entire Luoyang City cultivation world, we have sent a letter to Shushan Haiya, although your teacher is gone, but you still have many senior uncles, they all disagree with your idea, and they all agree that your idea is very dangerous." ”

Rong Baijian thought for a while: "But in this Luoyang City, there are also many sects that are teaching cultivation exercises, the difference is only that they need to collect silver when teaching, and they need to worship the sect, while I don't need to." I can teach the people the Dharma for free, what's the danger of this? Are you very afraid that poor families will learn to practice? Heaven and earth are natural, all are equal, everyone has the qualifications to practice, and there should be no distinction between high and low. ”