Chapter Three Hundred and Fifty Seven Tenderness and Sadness

The night is quiet.

Didi Didi...

The sound of beating messages in the Cultivator's Club kept ringing.

Dr. Ning: I just got the news that Liu Shiba died.

Bai Shengsheng White Rabbit Essence: Huh? ah!

Changbai Mountain Black Bear Essence: Is this true? Group leader, don't scare me! I just paid five million membership fees a week ago!

Grassland Shenma: Dr. Ning, what happened?

Wudang Mountain Carrying the Hand: So the Cultivation Flea Market can’t be opened, what should we do?

Old Wang next door is cultivating truth: This news is true. I just called one of my apprentices to inquire about it. His son is a senior police superintendent in Beidu. . Another deceased person was Daoist Qingsong, who was cut open with a single knife. It is said that the spiritual materials and antiques collected by Liu Shiba were also looted.

Zhang Chengdong, Imperial Physician of the Qing Dynasty: Who is so ruthless? Do you still have legal concepts?

Ling Xiao sent Lei Zhenzi: Doctor Ning, you are talking, what should you do now? The cultivation flea market can help everyone share resources, Liu Shiba is dead, why don't you come and open a cultivation market?

Definitely become immortal Liu Qiangzhong: Dr. Ning is a busy man, so he doesn't like this small business, why don't I, Liu Qiangdong, come and open a cultivation flea market. It grows in my cave, warm in winter and cool in summer, and the environment is very beautiful.

I’m a wolf in the northwest: If you want to drive it, it’s not your turn Liu Qiangzhong to drive it. Last time I bought a washing machine at the electronic mall you opened. It broke down after a day of use. Ask your customer service, she said Man-made damage, no replacement, with your personality, you still want to open a cultivation flea market and do our business?

Definitely Become Immortal Liu Qiangzhong: a I am a wolf in the northwest,

Brother, you are talking about Liu Qiangdong...

I am a wolf in the northwest: That is also from your Liu family, is it your brother?

Bai Shengsheng White Rabbit Spirit: Can you stop arguing, we listen to the group leader, group leader, you are talking.

Ning Tao curled up on the bed and sent a message: How about this, this group will be a cultivation flea market in the future. If you want to sell something, you can take a photo and upload it, and then trade freely. What do you want to buy, you can also distribute information and ask for help, what do you think?

Bai Shengsheng and White Rabbit Jing immediately gave out a red envelope, which read: Congratulations on the opening of Xiuzhen Flea Market!

Ning Tao quickly opened the red envelope, then froze. There is only one red envelope, the amount is two hundred, but the person who grabs the red envelope is Bai Shengsheng White Rabbit Spirit.

Zhang Chengdong, an imperial physician of the Qing Dynasty: a Bai Sheng Sheng White Rabbit Essence, why are you doing this? You will have no friends like this.

Bai Shengsheng and Bai Tujing immediately took a selfie, she was wearing sexy underwear, with a row of carrots on the table.

The old Wang next door is cultivating: a Bai Sheng Sheng White Rabbit Essence, complete models, exquisite! However, it is recommended to start with an electric one, your manual one is not advanced.

Bai Shengsheng White Rabbit Spirit: Bah!

Ning Tao sent a message: This group, you can recommend friends who are cultivators around you to join, but you must indicate which faction you belong to, and then I will approve it. This group does not charge membership fees or transaction commissions. It is our own trading platform. Let me open a market, and I will post a request and purchase information. Does anyone of you have iron plantains? I need this kind of spiritual material, and the price is negotiable. If I find a fellow Taoist of Iron Basho and don't charge any money, I can repair his magic weapon for free.

Bai Shengsheng White Rabbit Essence: I have carrots, do you want them?

The old Wang next door is cultivating: I have bananas, do you want them?

Dr. Ning: ...

Zhang Chengdong, Imperial Physician of the Qing Dynasty: Dr. Ning, let me ask for you. When Lord Qianlong was still alive, someone paid tribute to this spiritual material from Hainan. I have a few friends who are cultivators over there.

Help you find out, you wait for my news.

Dr. Ning: Thank you.

Zhang Chengdong, Imperial Physician of the Qing Dynasty: I have to go there myself, how about you help me refine some pills after this is done?

Dr. Ning: No problem, as long as there are pills and spiritual materials.

Zhang Chengdong, Imperial Physician of the Qing Dynasty: It's a deal.

Dr. Ning: I have to go to sleep, good night fellow Taoists.

After reading the last message, Ning Tao closed the WeChat group of the Friends of the Daoist Club. He wanted to sleep, but he didn't even feel sleepy in his head. I don't know if Zhang Chengdong, the Imperial Physician of the Qing Dynasty, can help him find Tiebasho, but some hope is better than nothing. If Zhang Chengdong, the imperial doctor of the Qing Dynasty, helped him find Tiebajiao, he would have collected all seven kinds of spiritual materials, and then he could use Tianbao weaving technique to refine the robes.

"Oh, by the way, I have to try it. Although there are only six kinds of spiritual materials, it is necessary to get some to practice. Otherwise, once I get Iron Basho, I don't even have any experience. If it fails, it will be a waste." It's gone." Ning Tao thought in his heart.

Unable to sleep anyway, Ning Tao got up from the bed, opened the small medicine box on the bedside table, and went to get "Tianbao Weaving Technique". But when he stretched his hand in, his eyes fell on a scroll of animal skin. For some reason, his hand turned a corner and grabbed the scroll of animal skin.

That is "Your Sutra".

"Your Sutra" is the scripture book he got after opening the Kumen of the scripture and calligraphy volume library for the first time, but until now he can only read two lines, and "Your Sutra" only shows two lines. It has a characteristic, that is, each sentence has a magical effect and profound meaning, and only when it reaches its level, will the next sentence emerge.

He was stopped by the second sentence and couldn't see the third sentence.

Compared with "Tianbao Weaving Technique", his heart is actually more eager to pass that hurdle and see the third sentence of "Your Sutra".

Opening the animal skin scroll, there are only two scriptures on the ancient animal skin.

I breathed in the womb and heard the voice of the Great Dao.

When heaven and earth gave birth to me, my parents left me.

Ning Tao sat down cross-legged, and after reading the first sentence, the distracting thoughts in his heart disappeared, and his Dao heart became firm. But when I recited the second sentence, sadness flooded in like a tide, and the tears couldn't stop flowing down, and the voice of chanting also choked up.

"When Tiandi gave birth to me, my parents left me... woo woo woo... why is it so difficult... woo woo..." Ning Tao cried while reading. He didn't think it himself, but this scene was really weird. A big man was talking to himself, crying like Wang Mazi, and anyone who saw it would be curious.

Ga, the door of the room was pushed open suddenly, and Jiang Hao, who was only wearing a nightgown, walked in.

Ning Tao looked up at Jiang Hao, was slightly taken aback, and hurriedly raised his hand to wipe his tears with his sleeve. He focused on chanting scriptures and ignored Jiang Hao's footsteps. In fact, after Jiang Hao became a demon, his body was as light as a swallow, and the sound of his footsteps had become very insignificant. If he didn't listen carefully, he would not be able to hear him. The sound of her opening the door was obvious, but she had already walked in when she heard it.

Under the light, the white nightdress is slightly transparent, and the hazy scenery is loomingly presented, with ups and downs, curves and bumps, which does not have a mature and seductive taste.

"A Tao, what's wrong with you?" Jiang Hao's first words when he entered the door were full of concern and worry.

Ning Tao said embarrassingly: "I... I am chanting."

He handed "Your Sutra" to Jiang Hao. He couldn't explain it, but he could show it to her.

Jiang Hao held the ancient animal skin scroll, and read out in one mouthful: "I was breathing in the womb, and I heard the voice of the Great Dao. When heaven and earth gave birth to me, my parents left me... such a simple vernacular, it's nothing, why are you crying?" ah?"

"You didn't hear the bell?"

"Are you knocking?" Jiang Hao

Staring at Ning Tao with strange eyes.

Ning Tao stretched out his hand: "Give it to me. You can't recite my scriptures. It's like the dust of Buddha. You can use it as a magic weapon, but I can only use it as a feather duster. My scriptures, you can't read them." Naturally, it is impossible to read."

Jiang Hao handed "Your Sutra" back to Ning Tao, then squatted down in front of him, reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and babbled: "I have never seen anyone who chanted and cried, you Why is such a big man crying, don't cry, don't cry, I'll give you a hug, just a hug."

Ning Tao's gaze was where she shouldn't be, because of her squatting posture, which cannot be avoided, just like wild geese can always find the south.

It was a pair of regular triangular trousers with an irregular shape.

How did Jiang Hao notice such details, Ning Tao's tears aroused her motherhood, she pulled Ning Tao into her arms, and hugged her gently.

Ning Tao rubbed against her very comfortably, feeling her warmth and tenderness. He suddenly thought of his mother, the great woman who raised him.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Hao's voice.

A second later, with a click, Ning Tao turned into an ice sculpture.

Jiang Hao stood up, looked at a certain place on Ning Tao's body, and frowned: "You really have evil intentions, you are obscene!"

That was frozen criminal evidence.

boom!

Ning Tao shattered the ice that sealed his body, stood up, and strode towards the door: "I'm going home to have a look, I know what to do."

Jiang Hao asked curiously, "Where are you going back? Isn't this your home?"

Ning Tao said: "The home I'm talking about is my hometown, the hometown in the mountain city."

Jiang Hao said: "Wait for me, I'll change clothes and go with you, I'll pay homage to my parents."

A smile appeared on the corner of Ning Tao's mouth. She called her "Mom and Dad" just now, which is tantamount to admitting that she is his wife.

Jiang Hao added another sentence: "I'm talking about your parents."

Ning Tao's voice was gentle: "I'll wait for you."

Half an hour later, Ning Tao and Jiang Hao came to their hometown in Shancheng. Ning Tao left a blood lock in his room. From the Tianwai Clinic in Beidu to his home, he only needs to open a convenient door.

The house left by my parents is not big, with two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, only a few dozen square meters. After Ning Tao entered the medical university, he seldom came back except for holidays. One was because he worked part-time to earn money to support himself besides studying. The other reason was that every time he came back, he could feel the atmosphere left by his parents, and he was inevitably sad. , so dare not come back.

Now, this sad feeling came back, flowing quietly in his heart.

It is the greatest tragedy in life that the son wants to support but the relative is not there.

Parents are the people who love you most unselfishly in this world, and they are also the people who want you to be successful and happy the most. If they are gone, even if you earn the whole world, you cannot make up for that shortcoming. Some people can still correct their mistakes, but Ning Tao has no chance.

Jiang Hao went to the portrait of Ning Tao's parents, lit three incense sticks, and knelt down to worship: "Parents, I am your daughter-in-law. Although A Tao and I haven't received the certificate yet, I still want to call you parents... ...A Tao is very good, he has lived up to such expectations...Don't worry, I will take good care of him..."

In the soft and soft voice, Ning Tao's tears welled up in his eyes. He knelt down next to Jiang Hao, kowtowed three times respectfully, then opened the small medicine box, and took out the small porcelain bottle containing a third edition Xun Zu Pill.

When he comes back this time, he will cross that hurdle.

(end of this chapter)

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