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Chapter 754: Revisiting the Old Place ×2
After leaving Baisha River, the man and the deer came to Qingzhou Fanshu City.

The city is just as it was back then, bustling with people.

After entering the city, Ning Daoran went straight to the sword-making shop.

A steward received them.

"Excuse me, senior, who are you looking for?" The steward was pot-bellied, and was not an immortal cultivator. However, when he saw Ning Daoran's extraordinary bearing and the sacred appearance of the spirit deer, he knew that he was definitely not an ordinary person.

"Excuse me, is the current owner of this sword-making shop named Sang?"

"My last name is no longer Sang~~~"

The manager said softly, "To be honest, senior, the current owner of the sword-making shop is surnamed Chen. I have been the manager of the sword-making shop for twenty years, and I have never seen anyone surnamed Sang in the shop. However, an old manager once said that the owner of the shop was indeed surnamed Sang a hundred or eighty years ago."

"Oh?"

Ning Daoran asked with a smile: "I don't know why the shopkeeper was changed?"

"Cough cough..."

The manager smiled and said, "I heard that the last owner, surnamed Sang, was addicted to gambling and obsessed with prostitutes in the city. He squandered all his family fortune in a few decades and later sold the sword-making shop. The business in the shop was very good and the craftsmen were inherited from generation to generation, so there was no problem selling it. After many years, the current owner's surname was Chen."

"I see."

Ning Daoran sighed, "I think there is some truth in the saying that wealth cannot last for more than three generations..."

He felt a little emotional. He didn't expect that Sang Ping'an's descendants would be so disappointing. Even if they had a little bit of their ancestor's ambition, they would not have ruined the entire sword-making shop.

"senior."

The manager said, "The story of the shopkeeper surnamed Sang happened hundreds of years ago. Could it be that you, senior, knew them?"

"Exactly."

Ning Daoran nodded: "I have also worked in the sword-making shop for a few years, but I didn't expect that things and people here have changed to this extent! Manager, sorry to bother you, I'll take my leave now!"

"Senior, you're welcome!"

After leaving the sword-making shop, the man and the deer walked along the river.

It's not that sad. The rise and fall of a family is beyond human control. A cultivator like Ning Daoran who pursues the way of nature will naturally not force things. It's just that the Sang family has fallen from grace, which makes people feel a little sad.

At this time, peach blossoms are in full bloom in the city, and spring is in the air.

Not long after, Ning Daoran brought the big stupid deer to a cemetery.

The tomb is in a dilapidated state and the tombstone has been severely weathered, so that one can hardly see what is on it.

The person lying in the grave was none other than Dabenlu's mentor, Mr. Ou Yeping.

One man and one deer took out their tools and started weeding, renovating the entire tomb. Ning Daoran even brought solid granite from outside the city to replace the tombstone for old man Ou Yeping, and then paved a stone road nearby.

After doing all this, they took out the offerings and placed them down, and lit incense, candles and paper money.

"Old man, Ning Daoran is here to see you for the last time."

He slowly clasped his fists and said, "In a few days, I will ascend to heaven and leave this world. I hope the master's spirit rests in peace."

"Ouch~~~"

The big stupid deer also shouted and kowtowed twice.

……

Afterwards, the man and the deer walked eastward along the main road in the city and came to the former Duckweed Square.

Fu Ping Fang is still Fu Ping Fang, and it seems to be doing good business, but the owner is no longer a descendant of Chen Ping'er.

As Ning Daoran stepped into Fu Ping Fang, a female cultivator immediately came forward to greet him.

She was dressed in a fairy dress, had reached the late stage of foundation building, had a superb appearance, and there was an irresistible charm between her brows.

"This... this senior..."

The woman stared at Ning Daoran, and felt that his aura was extremely difficult to judge. But at a certain moment, the aura that emanated from him was actually that of a Nascent Soul. For a moment, the woman felt a chill in her heart, and hurriedly bowed, smiling and saying, "I am Lan Yue, the owner of Fu Ping Fang. Nice to meet you, senior!"

"Ah."

Ning Daoran smiled and nodded, "Fairy Lanyue, my surname is Ning. I came to Fu Ping Fang not to buy anything, but because an old friend of mine was buried in the back mountain of Fu Ping Fang. I wonder if I can go and pay my respects?"

"well……"

Fairy Lan Yue was secretly shocked.

She naturally knew that the tomb of Chen Ping'er, the original owner of Fu Ping Fang, was in the forest behind the market. She also knew that Chen Ping'er once had an old friend named Ning Daoran, who is now famous all over the world and is the number one god in the Eastern Wilderness's immortal cultivation world!

The moment Ning Daoran successfully transcended the tribulation in the Liangyi Sect, his name had spread throughout the entire Eastern Wilderness. Even the cultivators in a remote town like Fanshu City were familiar with this name.

But Fairy Lan Yue didn't dare to ask at all.

Her palms were instantly filled with sweat. It was said that this Ning surnamed incarnation once used the alias "Jianjia Sanren". He was a ruthless man who would kill and burn without blinking an eye. If Fu Ping Fang showed any disrespect to him, he would probably make Fu Ping Fang disappear from the world with just a wave of his hand.

"Senior Ning..."

Fairy Lan Yue took a few quick steps and said, "May I lead the way for you?"

"That's great, thank you fairy!"

"Senior, you're welcome!"

So, Fairy Lan Yue led the way in front, and along the way there were several managers and governors who wanted to talk to them, but they were all dismissed by Fairy Lan Yue with voice transmission. Even the people in the backyard were sent away in advance to avoid offending the Ning surnamed Shenhua.

Ning Daoran saw all this, but he didn't take it seriously. Soon after, he arrived at the forest behind the mountain.

In front of a tomb, there stands a green stone tablet with the words "Tomb of Chen Ping'er, the owner of Fupingfang" inscribed on it.

The tomb was kept very clean, and even the tombstone was wiped clean.

I think it was Ji Ning's doing. Chen Ping'er's disciple is quite good.

"Go and do your work, Fairy. I can offer my respects on my own."

"Okay, I'll leave now."

Fairy Lan Yue floated away.

Ning Daoran then took out various offerings and filled the table with them, and worshiped together with the big stupid deer.

"Fellow Daoist Chen."

Ning Daoran clasped his fists lightly and said, "It's been many years since we last met. I have now successfully transformed into a god and will soon ascend to the upper realm, so I came here to see you again."

He sighed with emotion: "Thinking back to the time when we met in Huanglong Market, it seems like it was just yesterday. I didn't expect that my Taoist friend and I have been separated for hundreds of years. I don't know how my Taoist friend has been doing in the past few hundred years, and whether he has entered the reincarnation cycle..."

Raise a cup of Vulcan wine and pour it on the grave.

Afterwards, Ning Daoran sat for a while and talked to Chen Ping'er about some things in the past. Then he calmed down and left with the big stupid deer, riding a flash of fiery red light and leaving Fan Book City directly.

At this time, in Fu Ping Fang, many monks looked up to the sky.

"Is that... the aura of the God of Transformation?"

An old man in the early stage of Jindan was horrified.

"Exactly."

Fairy Lan Yue said, "Senior Zhenyu, you may not know that just now, Senior Ning, the first incarnation of the spirit in the East Wasteland, came to Fu Ping Fang and paid tribute to his old friend, the former owner of Fu Ping Fang, Senior Chen Ping'er, in the back mountain."

"I see……"

The Jindan master was naturally terrified.

……

A few days later, White Dragon Immortal City.

In fact, Ning Daoran no longer has any old friends in Bailong Fairy City. Those he once knew have either died or left. However, he spent an extremely unforgettable time here, and Lin Man has always been by his side, so he decided to make this trip to make up for the little regret in his heart.

The streets were still bustling with people, and in the sky, the lights of Foundation Establishment and Golden Core cultivators were flying back and forth.

Ning Daoran stood in front of a cave and saw a small garden outside the cave. He believed that the owner of the cave was also an elegant person. Hundreds of years ago, the person who lived in this cave was Lin Man.

He and the big stupid deer took out a small table and a bench, and drank a cup of spiritual tea under the green vines not far from the cave.

Not long after, there were continuous "swish" sounds in the air, and two Jindan early stage cultivators fell from the sky. One of them had an arm broken, and the injured part was charred, looking extremely tragic.

"Fairy Qin..."

Another person frowned and said, "My senior brother was seriously injured in the process of suppressing the monsters, and his heart meridian was affected. Please, Fairy Qin, give me some elixir that can save my senior brother's life!"

The cave was filled with restrictions, and the next moment a person walked out.

She was a female cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm. She was wearing a white fairy dress, had a beautiful appearance, and a pair of eyes that were extremely charming. Ning Daoran had traveled all over the world, but had rarely seen such bright eyes.

Fairy Qin frowned and said, "That evil beast was so arrogant... Did he really think that there was no one in my Eastern Wilderness cultivation world? In addition to your senior brother, was anyone else injured in the demon-killing team this time?"

"Not only are there injuries, the number of dead Jindan is so high that I can't even count them on one hand."

The young Jindan early stage cultivator said, "The city lord has announced that if we cannot subdue this monster this time, we can only go to Liangyi Sect and invite a sect master to come, or go to Guixu Fairyland and ask City Lord Ning to come. If you are not a Divine Transformation cultivator, it will be impossible to gain the slightest advantage from that evil beast."

"I see……"

Fairy Qin immediately took out a pill and gave it to the injured monk to swallow.

But at this moment, Ning Daoran slowly stood up and walked over with the big stupid deer.

"A few."

He frowned and said, "I am passing through the White Dragon Immortal City. I wonder who this great demon you are talking about is. Why does it require a cultivator in the Divine Transformation Stage to deal with it?"

"This fellow Taoist..."

Fairy Qin looked over. Ning Daoran's aura was so vague that she couldn't confirm his cultivation. She frowned, thinking that he might be proficient in some kind of breath-hiding method, so she said bluntly: "To be honest, Daoist friend, White Dragon Fairy City has been trapped by a big monster recently. Even the power of the entire White Dragon Fairy City joined forces with several major sects in the nearby states, but they still couldn't do anything to this evil beast."

"This fellow Taoist."

The young cultivator said, "Since you are passing by here, it is better not to wade into this muddy water. After all, the big monster is in the late Nascent Soul stage. Even if a cultivator in the Spiritualization stage wants to kill it, it may not be that easy."

"Later stage of Nascent Soul?"

Ning Daoran frowned and said, "As far as I know, all the Yuanying late stage monsters in the nearby states have been killed long ago. How could another Yuanying late stage monster appear?"

"Fellow Taoist, you don't know something."

Fairy Qin said, "That late Nascent Soul demon didn't just appear out of nowhere. It slaughtered the White Dragon Fairy City once hundreds of years ago. It was a colorful peacock. It was killed by the Nascent Soul ancestor of the Xu family and several other cultivators, but its Nascent Soul escaped. Now its Nascent Soul has been cultivated to the late Nascent Soul, so it has returned to the old place and tried to establish a sect in the deep mountains and build a demon sect."

"Isn't this a coincidence?"

Ning Daoran smiled calmly: "Ning is also visiting the old place again..."

(End of this chapter)