Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 125 Traveling at a Hurry
Ning Fusang squeezed through the crowd, carrying a lantern, and watched for a while.

The young monk seemed unaware of Ning Fusang's arrival. After taking the old man's pulse, he earnestly instructed the old man's grandson: "When you get back, boil two ounces of wolfberry, one ounce of crushed gypsum, one and a half ounces of wheat... in two dou of water. Once the wheat is cooked and the medicine is ready, remove the dregs. Give the old man one sheng of the medicine twice a day."

"Your grandmother is fine, don't worry."

The boy nodded repeatedly: "I've got it, thank you, Master!"

Kong Sheng smiled gently and, as he stood up, greeted the girl carrying the lantern: "Benefactor Ning."

Ning Fusang did not deliberately conceal her presence; Kong Sheng noticed her arrival immediately.

"Has your injury improved after several days of seclusion, Benefactor Ning?"

Kong Sheng could naturally sense the defenses on Ning Fusang's door, so he didn't disturb her for several days.

Originally, he intended to give away the elixir, but now it seems he won't need it.

Ning Fusang's aura was steady and powerful, her breathing was long and even, and her complexion was rosy, indicating that her injuries had been completely healed.

She glanced at the elderly and children disappearing into the crowd, a slight smile playing on her lips, and said teasingly, "Little monk, you even know about pharmacology?"

Kong Sheng did not correct her form of address. Instead, he explained earnestly, "My master and the Valley Master of Su Ling Valley are very close friends, so I learned some medical skills from him."

"Oh." She didn't suspect the little monk of prescribing random remedies.

At this moment, the crowd stirred, and the soft cries of children reached our ears.

"Sister, look! The kettle performance is about to begin!"

The little girl, with her hair in two buns, sat on the man's shoulders, her hair ribbons fluttering and brushing against Ning Fusang's eyes.

She didn't argue with the child. Looking up, she saw a tall man in a black cloak, holding a specially made fire pot in each hand, slowly entering the crowd's view.

At first, only a few scattered sparks flew out of the spout. As the deep, solemn drumbeats sounded, the man raised the kettle above his head, tracing a dazzling stream of light in the air.

The man spun the fire pot, and the performance reached its climax. The crowd held their breath as they watched the shimmering firelight and countless sparks, like a thousand blossoms being scattered by the wind, falling like rain, a breathtaking sight.

Ning Fusang had never seen such a performance before, but she knew that firelight symbolized warding off disease and misfortune, and bringing peace to all families, so this should be roughly the same.

A seven or eight-year-old girl, holding a gong, asked everyone for tips. When she stopped in front of Kong Sheng, she hesitated.

She had only ever heard of monks begging for alms, never of someone asking a monk for money. She bit her lip and avoided the monk, who was handsome and had a noble air about him.

Ning Fusang chuckled, reached out and took off his storage bag, then poured it into the little girl's gong, creating a series of clanging sounds.

The little girl's eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't expected such a small purse to hold so many copper coins. Feeling the heavy weight in her hand, she quickly said, "Thank you, sister! May you stay young forever and live a long and healthy life!"

May your youth last forever, and may you live a long and healthy life.

Ning Fusang pondered these two lines of blessing, a smile spreading across her face. Mortals couldn't achieve this, but for cultivators, eternal youth and boundless longevity were still quite easy.

She called to the little girl and placed the lantern in her hand: "Here you go."

This lantern is shaped like a fish or dragon, with a slender and graceful form, and is depicted with lifelike detail.

The little girl opened her mouth to refuse, but looking around, Ning Fusang was nowhere to be seen.

Kong Sheng seemed puzzled: "Benefactor Ning, how do you have so much money that belongs to ordinary people?"

Ning Fusang said, "I bought it."

"Bought?" This was the first time Kong Sheng had ever heard of money being able to buy things, and he was even more confused.

Ning Fusang smiled slightly: "I bought it with a spirit stone."

It wasn't until he met the waiter that Kong Sheng finally understood how she bought the silver. One spirit stone bought three hundred coins, and both sides felt they had made a profit.

Ning Fusang was not in a hurry to travel through the night. The next morning, after finishing her cultivation, she and Kong Sheng set off again.

After traveling through wind and rain for half a month, we finally arrived at the border area between Chizhou and Lingzhou.

“Benefactor Ning, this humble monk is powerless to help you with this stone.”

Kong Sheng returned the stone to her.

The restrictions above still have five layers left, which are extremely profound and complex. Kong Sheng is not a specialist in formations and restrictions, and he was afraid of damaging the things inside, so he dared not continue to dismantle them.

This result was quite unexpected for Ning Fusang. Last time at the Ghost Market, she spent two thousand spirit stones for that old man to remove six layers of restrictions, but the little monk removed twenty layers for her for free. Truly worthy of being from Kongyun Temple—such a kind and compassionate monk!

Ning Fusang put away the strange stone and asked, "Little monk, what level are you at in the art of enchanting restrictions?"

Once she had a clear idea of ​​what was going on, she could then use that level of skill to find an even more powerful array master.

Kong Sheng didn't know his own level, but he guessed Ning Fusang's intention and said frankly, "If Benefactor Ning wants to remove the remaining restrictions, he will probably need to find a Grandmaster of Formations."

Array masters can be categorized by skill level into ordinary array masters, array grandmasters, array grandmasters, and supreme grandmasters.

Similarly, the same applies to Kendo.

Ning Fusang didn't know how rare it was to become a Grandmaster of Formations, but she knew that a Grandmaster of Swordsmanship was an extremely rare existence.

Even in the Southern Star Sword Sect, there aren't many Grandmasters of Swordsmanship.

Ning Fusang felt that instead of seeking out a grandmaster of formations, it would be faster for the little monk to improve his skills in formations and break through to the grandmaster level.

Ning Fusang himself had studied the restrictions on the stone. There were thirty-six layers in total, divided into groups of six. The fact that the little monk could unlock the first layer of the last group showed that his skill level was actually very close to that of a grandmaster.

Is this reasonable?

He's not a formation master.

The little monk not only learned so many different things, but he also mastered them so well. How could the cultivators of the Life Dao Pavilion possibly bear this?

Even though Ning Fusang specializes in swordsmanship, he is still far from being a master swordsman.

However, she also knew that she had started too late. Before she was six years old, she was still in the secular world, while the little monk was already practicing under his master at Kongyun Temple.

After she turned six, she was in the Hall of Longevity, where the people there only taught her the methods of spiritual cultivation, but did not teach her any other techniques.

At the age of eleven, she joined the Southern Star Sword Sect and spent three years at the Sword Washing Pool, studying history books and learning about the world of Zhongling.

At the age of fourteen, he followed Master Gu to lay the foundation and learn the art of sword control.

At the age of seventeen, she entered the inner sect and formally began to learn the way of the sword. Now, only a year has passed, and the way of the sword that Ning Fusang seeks is not among the thirty-three peaks, but she has not yet found her own way of the sword.

The sword of slaughter is merely a means, not Ning Fusang's pursuit.

In the future, if she can cleave the sky with a single sword strike, perhaps she will gain some insight into her swordsmanship.

Kong Sheng was unaware that Ning Fusang had not placed her hopes on finding a grandmaster of array formations, but rather on herself.

As a junior, how easy is it for her to meet a grandmaster of array formations? Even if she did meet him, what qualifications would she have to ask him to help her?

The young monks at Kongyun Temple are the best. It's hard to say about others like Ning Fusang, but she's certain that Kongsheng doesn't accept any payment.

(End of this chapter)