Ning Yao said angrily: "No matter how valuable it is, can you get even a tiny bit of that entire stone cliff? I tell you, ordinary gods can't do it! Unless it's a great sword fairy with huge killing power,

In addition, if you are willing to give up a magic weapon, you can crack out about two three-foot-long stone bars, which will be specially named 'Dragon Slaying Platform' by the swordsman, and each piece is of course worth a fortune."

Chen Pingan fell into deep thought.

Ning Yao's eyes suddenly lit up, "Isn't there a ready-made sword-sharpening stone under the feet of the Lingguan statue? It's so big that it can be split into two pieces on the Dragon-Slaying Platform."

Chen Ping'an felt as though his butt was burning, and quickly persuaded him: "Miss Ning, we can't tear it down and move it home! That Lingguan Master is already aggrieved enough, if we take away his footing again...

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Ning Yao stood up suddenly and snorted coldly, "Grab?! Am I that kind of person?"

Then Chen Ping'an followed the girl towards the Taoist spirit official statue. Standing in front of the clay sculpture and painted statue, Ning Yao took a step forward, holding the scabbard and scabbard with both hands respectively. She looked up and shouted: "My name is Ning."

Yao! As long as you give me these three feet of footing today, then I, Ning Yao, will definitely repay you a hundred times a thousand times if you become a swordsman in the future!"

Chen Ping'an opened his mouth wide, thinking that this is okay?

Sure enough, the clay statue remained motionless.

The girl did not give up and continued: "You don't want to give it to me, so I, Ning Yao, can borrow it from your head office? You can borrow it and pay it back."

Ning Yao did not forget to turn around and wink at Chen Pingan, "I am borrowing, not robbing, do you understand?"

Chen Pingan shook his head vigorously and replied sincerely: "I don't understand!"

Ning Yao was about to explain to Chen Ping'an the completely different differences between "stealing" and "borrowing" when Chen Ping'an suddenly shouted: "Be careful!"

While speaking, Chen Pingan moved and pulled Ning Yao behind him.

It turned out to be the statue of the Spiritual Official. After thousands of years of wind and sun, it finally fell to the ground on this day. It fell forward and was completely broken. It didn't show a leg here or a leg there.

The remains of the arms and even the originally lifelike bearded head were shattered.

Come from the soil, go to the soil.

It seems that this time in this world has truly come to an end.

Moreover, the mystery of this incident lies in the height of the Lingguan statue. The distance between the young girl and the stone pedestal of the statue is much greater than the former. It stands to reason that even if Chen Pingan and Ning Yao were not crushed, they would not be crushed.

At the very least, it would be hit hard. But in the end, the clay statue turned into dust, and the farthest it could reach was only the feet of the two of them.

The well-informed Ning Yao swallowed his saliva, feeling a little guilty. He looked down at the flying dust and muttered: "Are you too stingy? If you don't want to borrow it, you won't borrow it. Are you going to fight me to the death?"

Chen Ping'an suddenly shook his head and said, "This is called a Bodhisattva's nod, which means he agrees to you."

Ning Yao stood side by side with the young man, looking at the debris and dust, then at the bare black dragon-slaying platform further away, and finally turned to look at Chen Pingan, and asked tentatively: "Are you sure?"

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "I'm sure!"

Ning Yao believed it without any doubt.

Even she herself doesn't know why.

Finally, under the leadership of Chen Pingan, Ning Yao helped move the mud debris into a pit that had been dug nearby and covered it with soil.

Chen Ping'an lowered his head and recited silently: "Whether it is human or divine, it is best to rest in peace."

Ning Yao also lowered his head and whispered: "I will rest in peace."

After doing all this, Ning Yao asked curiously: "Chen Ping'an, is this the custom of your town? Is it the rules passed down from your ancestors?"

Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "No, I think so myself."

Ning Yao raised his eyebrows.

Chen Pingan smiled and asked: "Miss Ning, don't you feel very comfortable after doing this?"

Ning Yao also shook his head, "I don't feel it."

Chen Ping'an scratched his head, looked at the black stone pedestal, and asked, "Is it called the Dragon-Slaying Platform?"

Ning Yao hummed, "People in the martial arts might call it a sharpening stone or a sword sharpening stone. Only swordsmen on the mountain would call it the Dragon Slaying Platform."

Ning Yao turned his head to look to the southwest, his eyes were dazed, and he whispered, "My hometown is also called a sword-sharpening stone. Everyone has one, of different sizes, usually only as big as a fist. Some even have declining families.

A swordsman with a low level of cultivation only has a sword-sharpening stone the size of his thumb, which he values ​​more than his wealth and life. It's not like he has nothing. I have one at home too, it's very big..."

Chen Pingan asked softly: "How big is it?"

The girl murmured: "It's probably bigger than your house on Mud Bottle Lane."

The young man's face was full of shock, and then he said with great envy: "Miss Ning, your family is really rich! And with such a big sword grinding stone, you don't have to worry about being stolen. It's great. Unlike me, I finally saved a few copper coins.

I won’t be able to sleep well no matter where I hide.”

The originally sad girl who left her hometown suddenly lost her sadness and said with a smile: "This sword-sharpening stone is half for each person!"

The young man waved his hand and said, "What do I need it for? I have a hatchet at home, but there is no need to use such an expensive whetstone. Every time I sharpen the knife, I feel distressed. Why bother. So Miss Ning, take them all."

Okay, by the way, don’t you want to ask Master Ruan to help you make a sword? You can use the other half as money to make the sword..."

Ning Yao said helplessly: "Chen Ping'an, are you really stupid or are you short-sighted?"

Chen Pingan thought for a while and said with a smile: "Miss Ning, just think of me as a bad guy."

Ning Yao suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at the young man, with a look of realization on his face, and said with a squinted smile: "Chen Ping'an, tell me honestly, are you plotting something evil and thinking about turning 'Miss Ning' into your wife in the future? That's not all."

Is it your own? This little calculation is crackling, it’s amazing!”

The young man wanted to cry but had no tears, and the corners of his mouth twitched. What did Song Jixin say before? Why bother to accuse him?

Ning Yao laughed loudly, "Look, I scared you. I was just kidding."

Chen Pingan sighed, feeling a little tired.

Ning Yao suddenly said seriously: "Be careful! My flying sword is already on its way back!"
Chapter completed!