pet? Do not care! A real daughter, she is obsessed with cultivating immortality

In an antique courtyard, with gurgling water, Champs Elysees corridor, and bamboo forest rockery, the layout is just right.

Under the tree, an old man over sixty years old was wearing a Tang suit and a long gray beard. He was sitting on a wooden chair, holding a mobile phone in his hand and opening it from time to time. His eyes were full of anxiety.

The phone suddenly dinged, and he quickly looked over.

His cloudy eyes burst out with intense surprise.

"Back again."

The medicine boy beside him was helping to make tea. Seeing that the usually serious and calm old An was acting like a young boy at the moment, he couldn't help but be confused.

"Master, what makes you so happy?"

Elder An looked at Ning Zhengrong's reply and was happy to tell the drug boy.

"Of course that's a great thing. I have another clue for what I've wanted for a long time!"

The old man held his mobile phone with excitement on his face.

"Do you know how precious this pendant is? You can't buy it even if you have money. It caused a huge sensation when it came out. The competition was so fierce that even I could only stay away. In the end, I don't know who bought it. "

"Is there something strange about this pendant? It can cause such a sensation."

An Lao shook his head: "This is natural. Wearing this pendant on your body has the effect of driving away evil spirits, avoiding harm, and cultivating yourself."

"Ordinary good jade will do, too."

Mr. An smiled mysteriously: "That is not comparable to ordinary things. The effect of this pendant is comparable to the appearance of a miracle. As people get older, they will have some old problems, but as long as you wear it, it will not only relieve you, but also relieve your pain." Over time, it can even be cured, and it can extend your life by at least 15 years. For terminally ill patients, it can also extend the life of 10 years and alleviate the pain."

"More than that, rumors say, it can also prevent a fatal danger."

"Lifespan and health are things that the rich cannot ask for. Can such a thing not be precious? Can it not trigger a frenzy of looting?"

"So amazing?!"

The medicine boy's eyes widened. For someone like him who studied medicine, he could better understand the preciousness of this pendant.

No wonder, no wonder An Lao was so excited.

If it were him, he would be excited too.

"I'm 90% sure that this is the magical pendant!"

Elder An sighed: "I didn't expect that this pendant would actually appear in the Ning family, and it would still be with the Ning family's daughter, and would be transferred to Ning Zhengrong. It's really amazing, amazing!"

An Lao's fingertips rubbed the photos on his phone, his eyes full of desire to explore.

Suddenly, something occurred to him.

"By the way, Ning Zhengrong has two daughters?"

"Don't he only have one daughter, Ning Yu'an? If not Ning Yu'an, who else could it be?"

"Could it be..." Mr. An stroked his beard and made a bold guess, "He gave birth again?"

Medicine boy: "..."

"That shouldn't be possible."

At this moment, not far away, his subordinates ran over in small steps, leaned into An Lao's ear, and whispered:

"Mr. An, Mr. Sang is here. Waiting in the lobby."

The old man's hand was so tight that he almost pulled off his beard. He quickly put away his mobile phone, got up and hurried to the lobby.

……

Lobby.

Several bodyguards stood in two rows, majestic.

The man sat back on the sandalwood chair, tilting his head slightly and closing his eyes. Only one hand was lazily raised, his knuckles pressed against his temple, supporting his head.

The cuffs were opened a little, revealing a bunch of beautiful jade beads with tassels hanging on them, which was quite elegant.

The man's hair was slightly long, with a small pull tied casually at the back of his head. Under the thin bangs was an incredibly beautiful face, with picturesque eyebrows and long black feather-like eyelashes that cast a light shadow under his eyes.

An Lao saw him and stepped forward quickly.

"Master Sang."

The man, Ji Fusang, listened to the movement and slowly opened his eyes, his pupils as dark as abyss.

He coughed twice, his lips were extremely pale, and his whole figure seemed to be about to be broken. But if you look carefully, you will find that there is a cold murderous intention in this broken feeling.

The corners of Ji Fusang's mouth raised a beautiful curve, and her lips and teeth opened slightly: "Mr. An, I'm sorry." His voice was indifferent and cold.

"Master Sang, what are you talking about?" Mr. An said politely. He looked at the man's weak appearance with great concern, "Master Sang, your body..."

Ji Fusang straightened up slowly and smiled faintly: "As usual, that's why I need to go to An Lao's place to ask for a cup of tea. It will alleviate some discomfort."

"How come you, Mr. An, are so happy today? Did something good happen?"

Mr. An felt a chill in his heart and smiled helplessly: "I really can't hide anything from Mr. Sang."

"Master Sang, do you still remember the pendant that was auctioned five years ago? Didn't it disappear?"

"I actually found traces of it again today."

Ji Fusang paused while stroking the jade string, then smiled lightly: "Really? I forgot what kind?"

Hearing this, Mr. An took the photo and showed it to Ji Fusang.

"This is it."

"If it were available, it would probably alleviate your pain to a certain extent."

Ji Fusang glanced at the photo, but there wasn't much emotion on his face.

"That is indeed good news. No wonder Mr. An is so energetic today."

Mr. An smiled and began to feel Ji Fusang's pulse.

"Master Sang, how are you feeling these days?"

"Not bad."

Mr. An nodded: "That's good. Although his pulse is weak now, it is fortunately stable."

"Just wait a moment, I'll make some medicinal tea for you."

Ji Fusang nodded slightly: "Okay, Mr. An has taken the trouble."

Mr. An waved his hand: "You're welcome, Mr. Sang. If Mr. Sang wants to have tea next time, just send someone to let me know. There's no need to come here again and again."

Ji Fusang smiled, then coughed again, and his face became even paler.

After drinking tea, Ji Fusang's face looked a little better.

Ji Fusang didn't stay in An's house for long. After drinking tea, she listened to a few instructions from Mr. An and then went back.

Mr. An stood at the gate, watching the car go away, shaking his head uncontrollably.

Ugh!

There was really no way around it. Mr. Sang's illness was strange and difficult to cure. Even he could only alleviate the pain a little bit.

In the car.

Ji Fusang was sitting in the back seat, her eyes lowered, the corners of her lips slightly raised, and her hand gently stroking a black pendant.

There was a rare gleam of light in his usually indifferent eyes.

At the same time, the cold aura around him disappeared.

"Are you here?" He rubbed the pendant and murmured.

The car passed by at high speed, and the murmur disappeared with the wind.

A cool kiss gently fell on the pendant, with incomparable cherishment and piety.

If An Lao were here, he would be extremely surprised.

If nothing else, it was precisely because Ji Fusang was holding the pendant from five years ago.

……

In the early morning, Shi Qi got up early. After washing briefly, he ran to the garden and practiced his sword with a useless dead branch.

If her escape skills are excellent, then her swordsmanship is absolutely terrible.

So I was ordered to practice for an hour every day.

By the time she finished practicing her sword, breakfast was ready.

Ning Zhengrong was just about to ask the servant to ask Shi Qi to come down for dinner when he saw Shi Qi walking in from the outside wearing a very simple inner outfit and her sect's white robe.

"Xiao Qi, these clothes of yours..."

Shi Qi looked at himself.

She did not wear the clothes and shoes that Ning Yuzhi bought. Instead, she found the cheapest-looking white T-shirt and black pants in the corner of the closet as inner wear, and then wrapped herself in a robe belonging to the Qingfeng Sect.

The shoes I wear are also the simplest white shoes.

This is what suits her best, and she won't be unable to repay it.

No more being looked down upon.

Faced with Ning Zhengrong's doubts, Shi Qi smiled and replied: "It's convenient for exercise."

Ning Zhengrong was a little suspicious, but when he thought of the news in the morning, he asked: "Xiao Qi, is there anything special about your pendant?"

Shi Qi wondered, then shook his head.

"There's nothing special about it, I just can support people."

Shi Qi was telling the truth. For her, this pendant was indeed of little use.

"Xiao Qi, someone asked dad to ask you, where did you get this pendant? Where did you buy it? Is it convenient to tell you? If it's not convenient, forget it."

Shi Qi was puzzled: "What's the inconvenience? I made this pendant myself."

Ning Zhengrong's eyes widened.

"you made it yourself?"

"Then the fact that I feel refreshed today is also due to the effect of this pendant?"

Shi Qi nodded.

"should be."

"Daddy, do you like it?"

Ning Zhengrong gave a thumbs up and praised: "Of course I like it. My baby girl is amazing. She can also make pendants."

Shi Qi felt a little guilty. This was the first time that a novice like her had been praised for her work.

Weird.

Shi Qi scratched the back of his head: "Nothing~"

"Daddy's friend wants it? It's a pity that this is the only one."

She had made two identical strings before. This was the first string that was successful, and she kept it for collection. As for the second string, she sold it when she went out to play with her senior brother because she had no money, and she doesn’t know where it is now.

In addition to a certain amount of spiritual power, making a utensil also requires materials and tools. If the storage bag was still there, she could make it casually, but unfortunately the storage bag was gone.

She couldn't do it for the time being.

Ning Zhengrong waved his hand.

"It's okay, no need." He didn't want the pendant made by his precious daughter to be worn on others.

Ning Zhengrong thought to himself while replying to Mr. An very proudly.

"I asked for help, but it's nothing. My daughter just made this pendant herself."

An Lao received the reply:?

How can it be?

Ning Zhengrong would rather find a better reason to stall him!