"son……"

Ning Caichen said embarrassedly: "...Is there anything wrong with me?"

Ning Feng nodded, his expression becoming more and more strange.

Ning Caichen is not just wrong now, it is simply too wrong.

He was dressed in a scholarly manner with neat hair, clean face, and a 70-eight-eight-slight similarity to Ning Feng, with a delicate and elegant look.

Ning Feng looked so uncomfortable with this look.

Since his family was in a downturn, he has been used to seeing Ning Caichen unkempt, especially in his own yard. He can do whatever he wants. He will never sit down if he can lie down. Why did he change his temper?

Ning Feng looked at the inner room strangely, thinking to himself that Ning Caichen had just been slowing down for so long, could he just dress up in it, right? It doesn't make sense.

He couldn't figure it out, but Ning Caichen didn't know why he had changed his usual carefree appearance and now he looked like he had no place to put his hands and feet. The father and son stared at each other, and a "bang bang bang" sound came from the back of the yard.

This sound came at a very time.

"Son, did you hear that, construction started before."

Ning Caichen pointed to the back of the yard, across the street, walked over with a high spirit, pulled Ning Feng and sat at the stone table.

There were a few dishes on the table. It seemed that Ning Feng was coming back at a good time. Ning Caichen was about to start a meal.

"Son, I asked Zhao Da and Zhao Er for help for my father during this period. After asking, I finally decided to do something business."

Ning Caichen's face was shining when he spoke, but he insisted on not saying anything. His expression and his ears and cheeks were almost like taking a pen to write a line of words on his forehead: Come and ask me.

Ning Feng shook his head and laughed.

Don’t he understand his father yet? This is definitely a different topic.

After Ning Feng finished laughing, he asked intriguingly: "Father, what are you going to do?"

"Book shop!"

Ning Caichen finally got the opportunity and talked endlessly.

At the beginning, Ning Feng just listened. Anyway, he was just finding something for his father to do and pass the time. What's the point of doing?

But after listening, he was a little moved. Ning Caichen really put his mind into it this time, and it might not be impossible.

To sum up, what Ning Caichen wanted to do was not an ordinary book shop, but a shop specially opened for immortals and those who are determined to practice.

First, collect various classics and materials in the world of immortal cultivation, and convert them from jade slips to handwritten copies so that those who have not yet started to practice immortal cultivation can read it;

Secondly, buy and collect various basic practice techniques, various broken chapters, only borrow and not sell them. As long as you pay the price, you can read directly in the bookstore and learn the exercises.

"Father, this is what you thought of?"

Ning Feng was quite impressed and looked at Ning Caichen up and down.

"certainly!"

Ning Caichen patted his thighs. He had no tail, otherwise he could have raised up. "I wanted to do this a long time ago."

"I thought about it long ago?"

Ning Feng was so strange. They accepted the fourth senior brother Daishan’s apology. It was only a few days since they got the shop? How could Ning Caichen think about it early?

"That's it." Ning Caichen couldn't sit still when he was proud, so he stood up and circled around the stone table. He said with emotion as he turned:

"Think about my son, you said you wanted to cultivate immortals, but I was so worried. I heard too many gods, ghosts, and other things, but no one has seen them before, so how can I practice them?"

"Later, I thought, what if I can't find my master to teach you and no sect will accept you?"

Ning Caichen said the faster he walked, as if he had returned to those days of anxiety and sleeplessness.

"I just thought that if you can't enter the sect, it would be good to be a casual cultivator.

My son is so smart. He is a hundred times better than me who is my son at the age of seven or eight. Even if he is a casual cultivator, he can also be called an immortal and an ancestor. He is extremely powerful.

But there is no martial arts and no way.”

Ning Caichen slapped his thighs and said with a loud voice: "At that time, I was thinking, it would be great if there was such a shop. I could make some money even if I copied and wrote for others, and I could write down some exercises. I would come back and learn from my son, right?"

The expression "Come and praise me" appeared on his face again. After Ning Caichen finished speaking, he happily returned to the stone table and sat down. When he looked up, he realized that his son looked something wrong.

"Son, what's wrong with you?" Ning Caichen asked worriedly.

"No, nothing." Ning Feng shook his head first, then lowered his head, took a deep breath before raising his head again, looked at Ning Caichen with a smile, and said, "Father, this idea is very good, I support you."

His eyes were red, and in his eyes and expression, he was full of deep expressions of a child's curtain and gratitude.

Ning Feng has always been full of confidence, has always been extremely expectant, has always yearned for the immortals and gods, and has never thought of giving up... But he did not expect that his seemingly heartless father would toss and turn for him day and night, thinking so much about him, just to support him to continue moving forward.

Now, it was his turn to support his father's dream.

This feeling is very good.

Ning Feng calmed down his emotions and was planning to ask more details to see what could be done, but two footsteps came from outside the door.

"Junior Brother Ning, you are back."

The ones who came were acquaintances, twins Zhao Da and Zhao Er.

Ning Feng hurriedly stood up to greet him.

During this period, these two people took care of Ning Caichen a lot when he was away. If it weren't for the two of them, with Ning Caichen's temperament, the bookstore would not have started so easily.

The Zhao brothers were originally registered disciples of Tianyunzi. According to the rules, they called Ning Feng and other seven sons personally. They should have called them senior brothers. However, when they met and got along with each other last time, Ning Feng repeatedly said that he could just call him "junior brother", so the two barely changed their words.

At that time, both sides were already familiar with each other. When Ning Feng met, the Zhao brothers showed a little wrong, well, it was a bit cramped.

“What’s going on?”

Ning Feng was a little strange, especially one of the two brothers was winking at him.

Who else can be behind? Ning Caichen.

Ning Feng looked back and saw Ning Caichen sitting upright, as if nothing was wrong, but his back was too straight, right?

He was confused and did not lose his manners. After seeing the ceremony, Ning Feng invited the two brothers to sit down, but they waved their hands repeatedly.

Zhao Da reached into his arms, took out a thin jade house, which was the thickness of a fingernail, and handed it to Ning Feng with both hands, and said seriously: "Junior Brother Ning, our brothers have changed shifts and returned to Tianyun Peak. It was just when the deacons of the sect sent this item. Senior Brother Shen and the deacons were old acquaintances. They were drinking and talking, so they asked us to run and hand it over to Junior Brother Ning."

Ning Feng took it in a daze, holding the two jade boxes the size of a palm in his palm seemed to have no weight and were as light as a feather.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect that my junior brother got results a few days after entering the school and was allowed to walk down the mountain by the temple. We brothers admired it, admired it."

When Zhao Da handed over the jade letter, he seemed to have handed over some burden, and his tone seemed to be lighter.

"Is this?" Ning Feng looked over and over again, but didn't see the reason, so he asked.

"Dawn!"

Zhao Er touched, and then the two brothers spoke in unison: "For the first time, the disciple of the Divine Palace went down the mountain to walk, the sect gave him a special gift of morning light to enhance his spirit."

Ning Feng's expression suddenly changed and he became solemn.

He's heard of it.

The morning light is the glimmer of dawn.

It is not the most gorgeous, the most dazzling, nor the warmest, but it is the first ray of light after endless darkness, and the beginning of opening up everything behind it.

So it is the most precious and the most important.

There is a rule in the Sun God Palace that whenever the disciples of the God Palace are personally passed down to the sect and master’s permission, they are allowed to walk down the mountain and give them some gifts, which are something that can be used when walking in the world.

Because it is a reward for those who walk down the mountain for the first time, the name of the divine palace is: Dawn.

The value, hope, and good wishes contained in this name exceed the weight of the gift itself.

"It's nothing, our brothers will leave first."

Zhao Da and Zhao Er completed the task, but they didn't even drink a cup of tea and turned around and left.

They walked so neatly and quickly. Ning Feng came back to his senses from the dawn and wanted to persuade them again, but he couldn't have time.

"What's wrong with them?"

Monk Ning Feng Er was confused and returned to the table with the morning light and sat down again.

"Son, what's the name of our bookstore?"

When Ning Caichen saw his son coming back to sit down, he asked hurriedly: "Think about it quickly. I have been thinking about it for a few days. Look, my hair has turned white."

"name?"

Ning Feng blurted out: "That's called Langya Blessing Land."

"Langya Blessed Land?"

Ning Caichen stopped plucking his hair, blinked his eyes, and asked humbly: "Is there any allusion?"

"Uh~"

Ning Feng's eyes turned and shook his head, "No, the child just feels catchy and easy to remember. If the father is not satisfied..."

"No, no, satisfied, very satisfied."

Ning Caichen was really satisfied. This was much better than the name he thought of.
To be continued...