Therefore, few mortals in Gusu City dare to buy this house, and it has been vacant for a long time.

However, some monks who came to Gusu to experience earthly life naturally wanted to live as ordinary a life as possible and would never buy such a conspicuous house.

Therefore, this ghost house that no one cared about was bought by Ning Fan for a thousand taels of silver.

The reason why he bought this house was because it was the place with the richest gold aura in the whole city of Gusu, and it was the place with the richest gold aura, so it was suitable for Xu Qiuling to recuperate.

Ning Fan just laughed at the rumors about the haunted house and didn't care at all.

Mortals are afraid of ghosts, but for monks, driving ghosts is just a kind of magical power. Presumably the old man who once lived in this house was a ghost monk. He practiced ghosts in this house and was glimpsed by ghosts, so he

There will be rumors of hauntings.

As for the disappearance in the night of thunder and lightning, it was probably because the old man had mastered the ghost realm and left at night.

After purchasing the house, almost that night, Ning Fan performed an extremely fragrant double cultivation treatment on Xu Qiuling in the boudoir, and took the opportunity to take out a fragment of the sword from his body.

With the joy of dual cultivation, Xu Qiuling hardly felt the pain of taking out the sword.

That night, Ning Fan made a medicated bath with dozens of thousands-year-old elixirs and bathed Xu Qiuling.

These ten thousand-year-old elixirs are all the best choices for strong golden energy. With the help of medicinal baths and Ning Fan's massage, Xu Qiuling's golden energy has been slowly recovering.

This is the best one among the many healing plans that Ning Fan has come up with.

After all, the Ten Thousand Years Elixir is so powerful that Xu Qiuling's scarred golden elixir body cannot bear it, whether it is refining the elixir or boiling it.

Medicinal baths and massages lasted almost all night, so Ning Fan could not leave Gusu for almost a moment, otherwise Xu Qiuling's treatment would be delayed.

Looking at the countless elixirs in the wooden basin, Xu Qiuling couldn't help but be moved.

Each of these ten thousand-year-old elixirs is a good material for refining fifth-level elixirs. They are good things that even her father was reluctant to waste, but Ning Fan used them to give her a bath...

"Brother, am I more important to you than the elixir of life?" Xu Qiuling blushed, huddled in the bathtub, and asked a silly question.

"Oh? Does Ling'er have a fever? If not, how could he talk nonsense?"

Ning Fan wrapped one hand around the power of the black star and pushed Xu Qiuling's sensitive area. The other hand deliberately touched Qiu Ling's forehead and said with a smile.

In this way, after several days of treatment, Xu Qiuling's body finally began to improve, and as the golden energy of his destiny recovered, his cultivation began to increase at a terrifying speed, almost breaking through to the Nascent Soul realm.

When night comes, Ning Fan will give Xu Qiuling a fragrant treatment.

As soon as the day came, Xu Qiuling took medicine to recover, while Ning Fan sat in the yard, looking at a dark red ancient sword blade.

The blade was extremely extraordinary. Even if it was just a fragment of the sword, with Ning Fan's corpse demon body in the third realm of Jade Life, after holding the sword, he almost felt his body collapse.

Ning Fan couldn't help but be shocked. The fragment was like this. If it were a real Immortal Trap Sword, even if Ning Fan's magic power was twice as strong, he would not dare to touch it.

"This is... one of the 'Four Heaven-Suppressing Swords' of ancient heaven, the Falling Immortal Sword!"

"If I swallow this blade fragment, the sea of ​​consciousness will be more stable, the sword will will be strengthened, and it will be easy to kill the Nascent Soul instantly..."

"While Ling'er recovers from his illness, I will practice my sword. Not only my sword mind, but also... my sword intention!"

Sword intent!

Ning Fan's eyes flashed, he was not weak in swordsmanship, and he had already understood the wonderful art of turning swords into silk, but he never had the chance to completely condense his own sword intention.

Nowadays, Ning Fan is still half-assed with his sword intention. If he condenses his true sword intention, the power of his sword finger can be more than doubled!

"This is an opportunity. The five months I spent in Gusu was the opportunity for me to understand the meaning of the sword. The sword is life, and within the world of Gusu, there is the way of swordsmanship!"

"It's just, where do I start to understand the meaning of the sword..."

Ning Fan closed his eyes and recalled the killing scenes in his mind, recalling the enemies holding swords one by one, and gradually came to a realization.

She put away the Broken Immortal Sword, waved her palm, and a gleaming green sword appeared in her palm.

This sharp sword is just a low-level magic weapon. I don't know who Ning Fan got it from some unlucky man.

But placed in the mortal world of Gusu, this sword is already a peerless magic weapon.

"Sword intention is actually about turning the sword into intention. The stronger the sword, the weaker the intention. Using a weak sword to understand strong intention is the right way."

Ning Fan silently looked at the sword, and a fierce and fierce temperament gradually rose up around him.

He was in the city of Gusu...enlightenment of the sword! It was just that he was far from understanding, and there was always something missing.

When the monks passing by the house saw Ning Fan's imposing manner, they all left in shock.

On the contrary, the neighbor children near the house were very amused when they saw Ning Fan holding a sword and looking at it like an idiot.

"Eh? Isn't this person Uncle Zhou who bought the ghost house? Is he possessed by a ghost? Why is he looking at the sword and saying nothing!"

"Hehe, my mother said that uncle bought the house this week with a beautiful sister. She may have eloped from a wealthy family."

"Elope? So shameless!"

Several children made faces at Ning Fan in the house, and even made up children's songs to make fun of Ning Fan.

While his mind was in a state of confusion, scenes of past killings came to mind. Ning Fan glanced at these children with an indifferent gaze, almost intending to kill them.

"No! They are mortals, and mortals should not be involved in the killings of monks... And I promised Ling'er that I will not kill anyone in Gusu... If you want to kill someone, please step back!"

Ning Fan gritted his teeth and forcibly suppressed his murderous intent. He bit the tip of his tongue and a mouthful of blood spurted out, dyeing the flowers and plants in the courtyard red.

But after the blood spurted out, his thoughts gradually calmed down.

"They are mortals and should not be stained with the blood of the cultivation world."

Ning Fan continued to examine the sword and did not look at the children again.

Seeing that Ning Fan was doing well, the group of children suddenly vomited blood. They became a little scared and dispersed in a hurry.

But after gradually walking away, he started arranging children's songs again, making fun of Ning Fan's physical weakness, and actually vomited blood when the child was angry.

They would never know that if Ning Fan didn't spit out that mouthful of blood, these children might have died.

"My murderous intention is too strong..."

Ning Fan muttered to himself, he finally understood Xu Qiuling's painstaking efforts.

Killing has nothing to do with right or wrong. On the road of cultivation, if you don't kill, you will be killed.

But if you only care about killing, one day you will lose your original intention and go further and further down the road of seeking truth.

"Wow! What a beautiful sword! My father is the most famous blacksmith in Gusu City, but none of the swords he has made in his life are so beautiful!"

After the other children left, only one child remained, looking at Ning Fan with envy.

He is ** years old, with horns in his hair, and is a tiger-headed boy.

Other children made fun of Ning Fan, but he did not do so.

Because this child was attracted by this sharp sword at first sight.

His obsession with sharp swords even made him forget that the house Ning Fan bought was a haunted house and the most taboo place for people in Suzhou.

"Is uncle a swordsman? Did he bleed just now because he was injured by the sword energy? I heard from my father that a powerful swordsman, when he understands the sword energy, will be attacked by the sword energy if he is not careful... Is uncle a very powerful swordsman?

?Can one person defeat ten people!"

"Uncle is not a swordsman..." Ning Fan shook his head. Swordsman is a mortal concept.

He is not a swordsman, but...a monk! But he would never tell a child this.

Just seeing the child's eyes obsessed with swords, Ning Fan's eyes flashed with memories.

This child is a martial arts fanatic and a good material for ordinary martial arts.

His eyes that are obsessed with swords are just like Ning Gu who longed to learn martial arts back then.

"Isn't he a swordsman..." The child was a little disappointed. If Ning Fan was a swordsman, he would be ready to become a disciple of Ning Fan.

A child's dream is to learn concealed weapon swordsmanship, light internal energy, and then travel to Suzhou to become a swordsman!

It's a pity that he just can't find a good master...

"My name is Xiao Shitou, uncle, can you lend me this sword and take it home to see?" Xiao Shitou begged.

"Take it back."

It's just a low-grade magic weapon. It is useless to Ning Fan, but to this child, it may be a lifelong dream.

There is Ning Gu's shadow on the little stone... That year, Ning Gu was still practicing martial arts under his master, and Ning Fan was still a mortal.

A trace of reminiscence appeared in Ning Fan's eyes, and this look of reminiscence made his mood slowly rise again.

Xiao Shitou was destined not to understand Ning Fan's expression, but after receiving Ning Fan's promise, he immediately took the sword and went home happily.

He decided that he must sleep with this sword in his arms tonight!

With a sword in hand, Xiao Shitou felt as if he had become a hero.

Although this so-called hero couldn't even dance while holding a ten-pound sword, and he was out of breath even while walking.

Ning Fan looked at Xiao Shitou's back. He seemed to understand something, but he didn't seem to understand anything.

Xiao Shitou is a mortal, but there is something in him that Ning Fan lacks.

It is precisely because of the lack of this thing that Ning Fan cannot condense his sword intention...

"What's missing..." Ning Fan fell into thinking.
Chapter completed!