When Ning Lan came to Jiutufang with her father Ning Donghe, she was only seven or eight years old and was still a child.

Li Yunqi can no longer remember Ning Lan's appearance, but only remembers that he is the son of Ning Donghe and his name.

"Ning Lan was known as a genius of the Ning family back then. He began to learn martial arts and entered the third level of martial arts realm in just a short time, with a bright future. He has a strong reputation throughout Jiangbei City." Li Yunqi recalled.

"Master Master, Ning Lan is no longer as genius as he was back then. In the Ning family, he has become an abandoned son who is unwilling to be." Mo Ying said.

"Oh? Is Ning Lan's situation in the Ning family so unbearable?" Li Yunqi frowned slightly.

Since Ning Donghe passed away, he has never seen Ning Lan again, especially in recent years, he has never heard of this name.

"It is said that in Ning Mansion, only the third elder Ning Huashan is pretty good at Ning Lan and has always taken care of. As for the others, even his second uncle Qin Huai regards him as hopeless waste." Mo Ying carefully investigated Ning Lan's situation in the Ning family.

After pausing, he continued, "No wonder Ning's family is so heartless. It's really because Ning Lan is too unprosperous. For seven years, he has not made any progress in martial arts and is still at the third level of martial arts realm. If I were the head or elder of the Ning family, I would not waste my cultivation resources on such mediocre people."

"Since that's the case, where did he get the twelve snow rats?" Li Yunqi said.

"This... my subordinates don't know. Logically speaking, even in the Ning family's treasury, there are unlikely to be twelve snow rats, let alone live snow rats." Mo Ying shook his head.

"This matter is really strange." Li Yunqi pondered and slowly sat on the seat.

"Mr. Master, there is another thing to report. Half a month later, the Ning family will hold the annual family martial arts ceremony. Just now, they sent an invitation to invite Master. Master to go to Ning Mansion to watch the ceremony at that time." While speaking, Mo Ying took out a red cover invitation and handed it to Li Yunqi with both hands.

The Ning family is a great family in Jiangbei City. The annual martial arts event is also a family event. Therefore, at this time, they will send invitations to big people in the city who have a good relationship with Ning Mansion and invite each other to watch the martial arts event.

This is also considered a tradition.

Li Yunqi, the owner of Jiutufang, has always maintained a good relationship with the Ning family. It is reasonable for Ning Mansion to invite him to participate in the martial arts fair.

"Since I have invited me to the Ning family's martial arts conference, I have to go and see it." Li Yunqi took the invitation, nodded and said, "This time I went there, I just mentioned Ning Lan's child with the head of Ning Qufeng. After all, I have known his father Ning Donghe for many years, so I have some friendship. Since I know Ning Lan's situation is difficult, I really can't bear to sit idly."

"Master Master, Ning Lan brought twelve snow rats to sell, and the value was 60,000 gold coins. Even if he left Ning Mansion, he would live well anywhere." Mo Ying said.

"Haha, do you think those snow rats belong to him?" Li Yunqi smiled and shook his head: "Even if he is a strong man in the innate realm, it is not easy to catch snow rats. How can he, a weak man in the third level of martial arts realm, catch so many snow rats?"

"What Master of the shop means is that those snow rats are not Ning Lan's things?" Mo Ying immediately showed a curious look.

Li Yunqi nodded and said naturally: "If what I expected was right, there should be a big man who would not want to show up and come to my Jiutufang to sell snow rats. He happened to meet Ning Lan and asked him to sell it on his behalf. Maybe I still know this big man."

"The Lord of the House is right, and I admire you." Mo Ying immediately showed an admiration and complimented.

A few days later

Ning Mansion, Ning Lan lives in a dilapidated courtyard.

Ning Lan held a jasper sword in his hand and stood under the purple tree in the courtyard.

"Practice the Thirteen Swords of Falling Leaves to show me." Qin Xuan said standing behind Ning Lan.

"Yes." Ning Lan responded.

Immediately, his figure moved and began to practice the Thirteen Swords of Falling Leaves.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The sword light dances, the leaves fly, and the strong wind blows.

Ning Lan's movements are pleasing to the eye.

The Thirteen Swords of the Lost Leaf are an ordinary-level sword skill. They have started practicing this martial arts when Ning Lan was seven years old. It has been nine years since today.

Since Ning Donghe passed away, although Ning Lan has never been able to break through the realm of martial arts, he has never given up on his practice. He also practiced diligently without any laziness in the Thirteen Swords of Falling Leaves.

He has long been familiar with the thirteen moves of this martial art.

After half a cup of tea, Ning Lan practiced the Thirteen Swords of the Falling Leaf.

"Senior, in the past seven years, I have not had the opportunity to learn more sophisticated martial arts. Only the Thirteen Swords of the Falling Leaf can still take advantage of it." Ning Lan turned around and said to Qin Xuan.

Qin Xuan frowned slightly and opened her mouth and said, "Most of the fancy martial arts, most of them are meaningless in the thirteen moves, just for the sake of good looks."

"Senior, this is just an ordinary martial art, and it is not as powerful as the many powerful martial arts that predecessors have seen." Ning Lan was a little dissatisfied when he heard Qin Xuan's comment on the Thirteen Swords of the Luoye.

He didn't doubt Qin Xuan's vision, but he had practiced this sword technique for nine years. It was normal for Qin Xuan to deny it with a word.

"Hmph, who said that ordinary martial arts cannot kill people?" Qin Xuan glared at Ning Lan: "I am not devalued because it is low-level, but saying that it is flashy."

"You have entered the seventh level of martial arts realm and want to participate in the family martial arts competition. It is obviously not possible to have a powerful attack and killing skill. However, the martial arts technique I remember is not suitable for you to practice now. Let's do this, I will re-concile this Thirteen Swords of the Falling Leaf." Qin Xuan thought for a while.

In the early morning today, when the morning light shone, Ning Lan's martial arts realm successfully broke through from the sixth level of martial arts to the seventh level of martial arts.

This breakthrough in this level of realm consumed thirty spirit stones and three vital energy pills, which was huge. However, everything was worth it.

"Ning Lan, look carefully!" Qin Xuan's voice froze and she said seriously.

After the words came, she reached out and broke a branch and began to flutter.

Because it is just a soul body and without the blessing of vitality, her movements are very slow, just like an ordinary person's gestures one by one.

"Did you see clearly? Remember?" After the drill, Qin Xuan threw away the branches in Xianxianyu's hand and asked out loud.

"I saw it clearly, remember." Ning Lan opened her eyes wide and focused her head.

His eyes were full of shock and joy, and his heart was eager to try.

The sword technique Qin Xuan practiced only had three moves, which were three moves condensed from the Thirteen Swords of the Falling Leaf.

Although there was no blessing of vital energy, Ning Lan still saw how amazing the sword technique after the condensation was.

Senior Qin Xuan was right. The original Thirteen Swords of the Falling Leaf were too flashy and unreal. They looked good, but when they were fighting against the enemy, they seemed a little stupid.
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