Ning Shi walked out of the room, and the innocent look on his face suddenly disappeared and turned into a solemn one.

"Why didn't I think that since this red fruit is so beneficial to the body, it must be an extremely precious spiritual fruit? How could I not have thought that such a precious spiritual fruit must be guarded by powerful ferocious beasts! I was really stupid.

Oh! You actually let my father take such a big risk for me."

The more Ning Shi thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He wanted to slap himself twice, and secretly made up his mind: "I must practice harder. My father is so seriously injured now. It will be terrible if Ning Shaoyan comes to cause trouble again!"

It wasn't until she confirmed that her son was gone that Duanmu Wan turned pale and spat out a mouthful of blood as black as ink.

The mouthful of black blood immediately corroded the stone bricks on the ground, causing a large amount of black smoke to emit and making a harsh sound.

The black smoke did not float away, but continued to condense in the air, gradually forming a grimace, and letting out a hoarse laugh: "Chachacha, you are worthy of being a semi-sage. Even if you become an ordinary woman, you will care for your husband and raise your children."

It’s no problem. What? Have you really decided to teach your lovely son my red fire heavenly refining technique? In this way, I can be regarded as half of his master?”

Duanmuwan reached out to touch the remaining black blood at the corner of her mouth, looked at the black mist with a half-smile and said, "Has the majestic Scarlet Flame Demon King also learned how to get close?"

The black mist called the Scarlet Flame Demon King did not get angry. Instead, he said calmly: "It's better than you. You just show off your strength and seal this king in your body. You are not a good three saints in the world, but you come to this remote place."

Land, marry an ant and live a life controlled by a villain."

"Thank you, Demon Emperor, for your trouble. I was an ordinary woman when I was born. Since giving up my cultivation can save the world from a catastrophe, then why should I not do it?" After Duanmuwan finished speaking,

Just like a peasant woman, she stretched out her hand, broke off a small piece of wood thorn beside the stove, and picked her teeth.

"Then you die!" The black mist apparently lost its patience and roared ferociously, turning into a black mist and rushing towards Duanmu Wan.

Duanmuwan, who was picking his teeth, frowned and muttered: "It's really unpleasant to scream." Then he stretched out a hand and pressed down on the black mist that was coming towards him.

On the palm of the hand, a golden word "Gang" quietly appeared, and was pressed directly on the face of the skull formed by the black mist.

"Bang!" It was like being slapped on the face by a slipper, and the originally fierce black mist was suddenly exploded.

Immediately afterwards, a "plop" sound like the heartbeat of heaven and earth came from the golden "Gang" character, and the black mist that exploded was instantly stagnated in the air, and then fell straight down like cinders thrown out.

Arrived on the ground.

After Duanmuwan finished doing this, he took out the red fruit that his son respected, wiped it on Ning Zhongshan's clothes casually a few times, and ate the precious heaven and earth spirit fruit like biting a persimmon...

After eating, Duanmuwan's complexion recovered a little. Looking at her husband's scabbed chest, Duanmuwan sighed and said to the small puddle of black blood remaining on the ground: "Do you want to help me? I will do it myself.

Can’t lift it.”

Seeing that Heixue showed no reaction, Duanmuwan sighed and said, "Forget it if I don't help." After that, with a flick of his finger, the wooden stick used to pick teeth drew a graceful arc and stuck straight into Heixue.

In the blood. Then Duanmuwan dragged her husband's shoulders with difficulty and moved towards the bedroom bit by bit.

Duanmuwan walked away, and the pool of black blood suddenly twisted, like a clumsy black caterpillar crawling out with the toothpick stuck in its body.

When it completely crawled out of Duanmuwan's house, the toothpick stick inserted into it gradually had several golden lines on its body, and the black blood next to these lines began to make a hissing sound like oil.

There was a sound, and streaks of bluish-white smoke came out along the sores.

The black blood was burned so hard that it beat like an earthworm exposed to the sun. Unfortunately, the more he beat, the deeper the stick penetrated.

Finally, when almost half of the wooden stick was inserted into the black blood, the whole wooden stick slipped into the inside of the black blood. After a while, with a muffled bang, the rolling black blood exploded instantly.

It opened, leaving only a huge black mark that could never be gathered together again...

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It was night, and the heavy jade plate had climbed up the low wall and hung on the branches of the old locust tree, weighing down the branches so that they could not lift their heads.

The nights in Zhenjiang Prefecture are quiet and peaceful. After a day of training and work, the industrious and martial Han people will return to their homes early, boil some soju, and drink a few glasses of peanuts with their wives, neighbors, and old friends.

Children will run to the lantern square in Zhenjiang Prefecture, bounce clay eggs, and play hide-and-seek.

In the past, Ning Shi, who had finished his evening exercises, would rush out at this point to have fun with the boys in the house. But today, he returned home early and started new training.

In the small living room, a small oil lamp was placed on the coffee table, and Ning Shi and his mother each sat on a futon.

This is an ancient crane-legged lamp. The two crane feet are put together to form the base of an oil lamp. The two outstretched wings are folded together with the crane's body to form a container for holding lamp oil.

The rolled wick gently rests on the edge of the wings, and the crane's head gently lowers, forming a natural handle.

The lamp looks elegant, but it is not easy to use. Because it is not willing to clean the oil residue inside all the year round, the whole lamp burns on and off, and it often makes a crackling sound.

However, this did not affect Ning Shi's interest in learning, because what he was about to learn would be extremely attractive to any child who grew up listening to stories about gods and ghosts.

"Before I teach you, I want to ask you why you want to practice swinging a sword." Duanmuwan, who was sitting upright, looked at Ning Shi and asked.

"Swordsmanship in the world is all composed of moves, and moves are composed of chopping, cutting, stabbing, swinging, picking, and slashing. No matter how complicated the moves are, they are all inseparable from their origins and cannot be separated from these attack methods. Only by using

Practice every move and every style to perfection. When the time comes, you can learn the sword skills to be even more powerful and get twice the result with half the effort." Ning Shi replied fluently.

Hearing her son's standard answer, Duanmu Wan was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, glanced sideways in the direction of the boudoir, and asked with a smile: "Is this what your nerdy father taught you?"

Ning Shi didn't know why his mother was laughing. He thought he answered wrongly. He covered his head with his hands in embarrassment and said with a smile: "Hehe, how did mother know?"

"Then do you understand what your father taught you?"

"Shi'er knows what it means. It probably means that there are many monsters in the mountains. Some monsters are big and some are small. The small monsters can be killed with one stab of the sword, while the big monsters need to be killed with a few more stabs to kill them.

Killing, the chopping, slashing, and slashing that dad taught me is just so that I can defeat big monsters when I encounter them. Mom, does the same apply to cultivation? When learning to breathe fire, do you have to drink lamp oil?"

Ning Shi looked at the burning oil lamp and couldn't help but shrink his neck and asked.

Duanmuwan burst out laughing and scolded: "Little bastard, when have you ever seen my mother secretly drink our lamp oil?"

"I haven't secretly drank lamp oil, so I can't tell dad."

"One day, you will understand. Put this matter aside for now, and now I will ask you another question."

Seeing the smile on his mother's face gradually fade, Ning Shi immediately sat upright.

"Shi'er thinks, which one is the biggest in the world?" Duanmuwan asked.

"This is an interesting question." Duanmu Wan's body was filled with billowing black smoke, like a monster formed by magma, crawling in a cell made of spiritual power, holding his chin and laughing.

Duanmuwan didn't pay attention to him. The Red Fire Demon Lord wasn't angry at all, he just lay there, lost in thought.

In the simple living room, the mother and son were sitting opposite each other on the floor. The copper crane oil lamp on the coffee table burned the oil residue from time to time, making a crackling sound. The light was strong and weak, making the shadows of the two of them become longer and shorter, making them appear a little quiet.

.

Time passed minute by minute, but Ning Shi still didn't give an answer.

Duanmuwan did not rush to ask for the answer, but took out Ning Zhongshan's scratched clothes from under the coffee table and mended them stitch by stitch.

Fine stitches crawled on the clothes, and until Duanmu Wan completely repaired the hole, Ning Shi still didn't give an answer.

The Scarlet Fire Demon Lord sat up at this time and was worried for Ning Shi: "You silly boy is the most powerful. He can't answer such a simple question. He still wants to learn my Scarlet Bright Heaven Refining Technique. He is simply a fool."

"Oh, is it the most powerful?" Duanmu Wan sat on the futon, but her mind was immersed in the sea of ​​consciousness, communicating with the Red Fire Demon Lord.

The Red Fire Demon Lord smiled arrogantly and wiped away the lava flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!