Murong Ningyue shook her head and said, "Senior, you don't understand. It's not that I can't wait for the past two years. But in two years, I may have promoted to the fourth-grade immortal. By then, I will be able to go to the mortal world, so there is no need for seniors to help me."

After hearing Murong Ningyue's words, the old man suddenly said angrily: "You girl, I think you are a talented person and want to give you some advice. I didn't expect you to be so ignorant. You are now just a first-class immortal. Even if you are a genius, it will take a hundred years to advance to a fourth-class immortal. You actually said crazy words and wanted to advance within two years. It's ridiculous!"

Seeing the old man suddenly get angry, Murong Ningyue felt very depressed. It was not that Murong Ningyue was arrogant, but that she really felt this way. As long as she had enough opportunities and time, she could definitely advance to the fourth-grade immortal within two years.

In fact, at this time, Murong Ningyue would be fine as long as she reiterated to the old man and apologized, but Murong Ningyue's unyielding temperament just came up and said seriously to the old man: "Senior, if you don't believe it, let's make a bet. If you are really promoted to the fourth-grade immortal within two years, what should you do?"

Seeing Murong Ningyue getting serious, the old man immediately threw the apricot blossom wine in his hand aside, and his face became serious and said, "Girl, if you can really advance to the fourth-grade immortal within two years, I will never drink wine again in my life!"

For an old alcoholic, this bet is quite large. It is harder to let the old man not drink alcohol than to let him die. Murong Ningyue also said at this time: "Senior is really refreshing. Since he said that, then I also swear here. If I cannot advance to the fourth-grade immortal within two years, I will bring all the famous good wines in this fairy world to honor you!"

The two made a happy decision. Just as Murong Ningyue turned around and was about to leave, the old man suddenly threw a stone at Murong Ningyue. Murong Ningyue raised his hand to catch it. The old man murmured while drinking wine: "Don't say that old man, I bullied you. This jade records the basic cultivation method of the Tibetan Sword Sect and the most famous sword-controlling method. Take it and take it and take a look. Old man, I am actually quite looking forward to what you can really do."

After saying that, the old man grabbed the wine bottle and left staggeringly. Murong Ningyue looked at the old man's back as he was leaving, and couldn't help but feel a little more respect for him. Although the old man acted like a big drunkard, the elder style on his body still impressed Murong Ningyue.

After returning to his thatched house, Murong Ningyue did not find any traces of others coming in the room. It seemed that no one came to disturb him when he was not here. The friendship between fellow disciples of the Tibetan Sword Sect seemed quite fragile.

But that's good. Murong Ningyue didn't want to have too much connection with these people. Her only idea now is to work hard to improve her cultivation and find Ye Yaorao as soon as possible.

Taking out the jade given by the old man just now, Murong Ningyue felt a lot of information pouring into her mind as soon as she put her spiritual power in. Murong Ningyue closed her eyes and began to receive the information. A moment later, when Murong Ningyue opened her eyes, her face was filled with joy, and the previous piece of jade had turned into a pile of powder.
Chapter completed!