After rebirth, the little junior sister’s salty life

Qing Ning, Fang Yuanyuan, Ouyang Jingjing and Gongsun Shang rented a yard in this Silent City. The yard was not small and there were several fruit trees and even a small pond with a few koi fish in it. It looked quite comfortable.

And there was a room that Qing Ning had reserved for her master, which made Gongsun Shang a little confused: "What kind of person is your master? I've heard a lot of stories about him, but I've never seen him!"

Qing Ning was busy making the bed. When she heard this, she paused for a moment, but soon continued to make the bed, saying, "You'll know when you see him."

Gongsun Shang raised his eyebrows, becoming more and more interested in this mysterious Drunken Swordsman. He walked over to Qing Ning, sat down, and continued to ask: "Then tell me about it, I've been curious for a long time."

Qing Ning looked at Gongsun Shang helplessly, hesitated for a while, and decided to satisfy his curiosity: "My master... is actually an ordinary cultivator."

"An ordinary cultivator? Are you kidding me? He is the famous Drunken Sword Immortal! The most powerful being in the entire cultivation world!"

Gongsun Shang looked unconvinced and was about to retort, but Qing Ning immediately continued, "It's just that he has more experience than the average person."

"Some? It's a lot more, right? And the fact that he can achieve what he has today shows how powerful he is." Gongsun Shang immediately retorted. Qing Ning, who was his direct disciple, felt a little embarrassed.

"For example, he has traveled to many places and met all kinds of people and things." Qing Ning said as she folded the quilt and put it on the bed. These people really didn't understand their master, but this was normal. After all, they had no contact with their master on a daily basis.

"I already know everything you said. Is there anything else special? For example, does he have any special hobbies or something like that?"

Qing Ning lowered her head and pondered for a moment, then looked up at the other party and asked uncertainly, "Does liking to drink count?"

"Well... oh, everyone seems to know about this!"

"What about those who like to sleep in? That should be considered special, right?"

Qing Ning murmured to herself uncertainly, "Could it be that my idea is really wrong?" At this moment, a teasing voice suddenly came from behind her: "Little Lemon, is this the kind of master I am in your mind?"

This voice made Qing Ning tremble all over, and a sense of surprise surged in her heart. She turned around without hesitation, looking eagerly for the owner of the voice. When she saw the familiar figure, her eyes suddenly lit up, and her face was filled with irrepressible joy.

"Master!" Qing Ning shouted excitedly, and then rushed to her master at the fastest speed. Her eyes were shining with excitement, as if the whole world became brighter because of this moment.

After shouting, Qing Ning rushed into the Master's arms like a bird flying into the forest and hugged him tightly. Her heartbeat accelerated rapidly, as if it was about to jump out of her chest. The familiar breath of the Master seemed to jump out of her chest. The familiar breath of the Master made her feel at ease.

"Master, are you here to participate in the Heavenly Ladder Ranking as well?"

Qing Ning raised her head, blinked her big eyes, and looked at her master with a little confusion and surprise on her face.

"Of course I need to say that." The Drunken Swordsman sighed helplessly. How could his disciple become so stupid after going out for a while? He wanted to reach out and knock her on the head, but stopped halfway, thinking to himself: My disciple is not very smart to begin with. If I knock her again, she will probably become even dumber, right? So he could only shake his head helplessly, thinking, forget it.

"Hehe, Master, then we will be rivals. I will definitely not show mercy then! Ouch!"

Before she could finish her words, she felt a pain in her forehead and couldn't help but cry out softly: "It hurts..."

He raised his head and looked at the person in front of him, and found that the other person's hand was maintaining a parabolic motion. It was obvious that the magical skill of snapping the fingers just now came from his hand.

The girl looked at him with some resentment, "Master, why did you hit my forehead? I told you that you will become stupid!"

As she spoke, she rubbed the place where she was hit with her fingers, trying to ease the pain.

"How come you become stupid after going out? Is this still the smart disciple of mine?" The Drunken Swordsman teased.

Hearing this, Qing Ning felt a little embarrassed. She turned around and no longer looked at her master.

The Drunken Swordsman looked at the cute little disciple and couldn't help laughing in his heart. He thought it was fun to bully the little disciple, but he had to be careful at the same time. If he angered the little girl, she might get really angry and ignore him as her master.

So, the Drunken Swordsman hurriedly coaxed: "Okay, okay, don't be angry." He also specially took out a precious magic weapon - a semi-artifact and gave it to Qing Ning.

Seeing the semi-artifact, Qing Ning finally revealed a satisfied smile and said, "This is pretty good."

Gongsun Shang, who was standing by, watched all this silently, sighing in his heart. He found that the Drunken Swordsman doted on this little disciple very much, which made him sigh at the little girl's good fortune to be the only disciple of this powerful man.

"Master has been here for such a long time. Little Lemon, shouldn't you take Master in to have some rest?" The Drunken Swordsman said gently.

Hearing Master's words, Qing Ning reacted immediately and smiled embarrassedly: "Oh, I forgot! Master, please follow me." After that, she took Master into the room she had specially prepared for him.

The Drunken Swordsman had no special requirements for food, clothing, housing and transportation, as long as he lived comfortably. He looked around and found that although the room was not big, it was decorated very warmly and elegantly, making people feel particularly relaxed.

Just as the Drunken Swordsman was looking around the room, Qing Ning took the initiative to say, "Master, are you satisfied with this room? If there is anything you are not satisfied with, please tell me."

The Drunken Swordsman smiled and nodded, praisingly saying, "Very good, you took the trouble."

After receiving the master's approval, Qing Ning smiled happily, and then continued to introduce the various facilities and supplies in the room to him. Jiu Jianxian listened quietly, occasionally interjecting a sentence to express his approval.

At this moment, Jiu Jianxian suddenly remembered the man he had seen in the yard just now. He frowned and asked, "Who was that man in the yard just now?"

Qing Ning followed the Drunken Swordsman's gaze and looked out the window. After thinking for a moment, she replied, "That man's surname is Gongsun, and his given name is Shang. He is a casual cultivator, but his cultivation is not shallow."

Qing Ning briefly introduced the man. She knew her master was always curious, so she explained a few more words. "We met during a training session, and I helped him unintentionally. We met in the Mortal Realm not long ago, and when the Heavenly Ladder Ranking came out, we returned to the Immortal Realm together."

The Drunken Swordsman nodded thoughtfully, indicating that he understood. "So that's how it is. It seems that this person is quite reliable."

Qing Ning agreed with a smile: "Yes, Mr. Gongsun is a good person, at least he is trustworthy..."

The master and the apprentice chatted for a while, and Jiu Jianxian asked Qing Ning to do his own thing. After Qing Ning left, Jiu Jianxian sat alone in the room, thinking about the reason why the Heavenly Ladder Ranking suddenly appeared.

"There is only one possibility for the Heavenly Ladder Ranking to be released ahead of time, and that is that someone broke into the Glory Tower, and the Glory Tower had no choice but to release the Heavenly Ladder Ranking ahead of time in order to protect itself."

The Drunken Swordsman looked at the Heavenly Ladder List in mid-air and muttered to himself, although he was called the Drunken Swordsman, he was not a real immortal.

It seems that the matter is not simple, and we don’t know who did it. We hope that other innocent people will not be implicated.

After settling the Drunken Swordsman, Ouyang Jingjing and Fang Yuanyuan walked out of another room.

Ouyang Jingjing looked left and right, and made sure that the Drunken Swordsman had not come out, then she boldly said:

"Ning Ning, there is something wrong with this Wusheng City. This city was originally a dead city, but now it is so lively, it's too strange."

Qing Ning lowered her head, a trace of contemplation flashed in her eyes, as if she was thinking about something important. However, the people around her did not notice the turmoil in her heart, they only saw her standing there silently, like a quiet sculpture.

\"If you observe carefully, you will find that the people in this Wusheng City, their actions and words are extremely mechanical, as if they are manipulated by an invisible force and become puppets.\" Qing Ning said softly, with a hint of solemnity in her tone.

"So what should we do next? Are we just going to watch these innocent people being manipulated?" Ouyang Jingjing frowned and asked in confusion. She couldn't understand why she should turn a blind eye to such a situation.

Qing Ning raised her head, looked into the distance with a determined gaze, and said slowly: "Of course we can't just leave it alone, but now we haven't found the mastermind behind it, and we don't know what his purpose is. A rash move will only make things worse. So, we need to wait for the opportunity, look for clues, and uncover this mystery."

Ouyang Jingjing nodded to show that she understood. She knew that in the face of such a complicated situation, she had to remain calm and patient to find a solution to the problem. At this time, they could only temporarily put aside their doubts and move on.

The strength of a person who can control a city should never be underestimated.