In that case, she didn't need to worry that Leng Shaoting would meet other cultivators.
Now, Leng Shaoting was at a higher level, and his night-luminescent pearl couldn't cover his magical power anymore.
Only when he was at a higher level could he hide his magical power.
"Endless delicious food, endless wine, endless delicious food, endless delicious food, endless delicious wine …" The old man seemed to be brainwashed by Gu Ning's words, and couldn't get rid of them no matter how hard he tried. In addition, he wanted to have endless delicious food and wine.
He clearly wasn't hungry, but when he heard this, he felt very hungry. It was as if he would die if he didn't eat.
"Yes, there's an endless supply of delicious food and wine," Gu Ning said.
"Fine, fine, fine, I agree. I'll take him as my apprentice and leave with you. Give me the roast chicken. I want to eat it, I want to eat it …" In order to eat, the old man compromised. If he didn't compromise, he couldn't stand it anymore.
Anyway, he was going to take them as his apprentice. It was rare for them to come here, and it was also rare for him to eat. It was meaningless. He would rather leave with them.
Hearing that, Gu Ning was happy, and so was Leng Shaoting.
"You can't just accept it verbally. You need to do the ceremony." Gu Ning said. Since they were going to take Leng Shaoting as their apprentice, they had to do it formally.
"That's right! It's too troublesome. You … "Hearing Gu Ning's words, the old man wanted to cry, but had no tears. Thinking of the food, he could only compromise." Fine, fine. What do you want to do? "
"It's not troublesome at all. Have a seat first," Gu Ning said, and took a stool from the side for the old man to sit down.
Although the old man couldn't wait to eat, he knew that if he didn't listen to Gu Ning, he wouldn't be able to eat it, so he had to control himself and sat down.
After that, Gu Ning continued, "I'm afraid that you can't wait to make tea now, so you can use the Beggar's Chicken as a gift for your apprentice. Let me tell you, he has a lot of money, so if you become his apprentice, you'll have endless delicious food and wine in the future. However, as his apprentice's apprentice, you should also give him a gift. The most important thing is to show your appreciation for your apprentice. Don't you think so? "
"Fine, cut the crap. Hurry up!" The old man was impatient. The more Gu Ning talked, the more he wanted to eat.
As for the gift for his apprentice, he had a lot of things that he didn't want. Even if he had 10 gifts, he wouldn't mind, not to mention one, he wouldn't waste them, because they were useless to him.
Gu Ning didn't say anything further, and took out the beggar's chicken. The old man's eyes lit up when he saw that. He wanted to grab the beggar's chicken, but stopped himself in the end, because it was the boy's gift to his master.
Boy?
Leng Shaoting, a man in his twenties, was just a boy in front of him, who was hundreds of years old.
Gu Ning gave the Beggar's Chicken to Leng Shaoting. She was afraid that Leng Shaoting didn't know how to do it, so she told him, "Shao Ting, take it and kneel down."
Gu Ning didn't know whether Leng Shaoting had kneeled down to anyone in his life except for his parents, but Gu Ning knew that Leng Shaoting wasn't the kind of person who was arrogant and stubborn. He didn't think that he would be humiliated if he kneeled down to others.
Besides, this old man wasn't an outsider. Once he kneeled down, he would be his master. A master was like a father, so it wasn't a big deal to kneel down.
Gu Ning didn't think it was a big deal, so she let Leng Shaoting kneel down. Only by kneeling down could he be formal and respectful.
Leng Shaoting naturally didn't think it was a big deal. If he wanted the old man to teach him martial arts, he naturally had to show his sincerity.
Leng Shaoting took the Beggar's Chicken, then walked to the old man and knelt down. He said very sincerely, "Master, I'm your apprentice, Leng Shaoting."
"Good, good, good," the old man replied, then grabbed the Beggar's Chicken. He waved his right hand and threw something to Leng Shaoting. "This is a gift for you. It's a Qiankun Bag. The first drop of blood on it will be the owner."
After that, the old man opened the soil and tin paper that wrapped the Beggar's Chicken. He looked like a reincarnated hungry ghost and ate it crazily. He didn't pay attention to Leng Shaoting anymore.
Qiankun Bag, of course they knew what a Qiankun Bag was. It was a space! It could store things, but it could only store inanimate objects.
However, Gu Ning and Leng Shaoting didn't know how large the space of a Qiankun Bag was, because not every Qiankun Bag had the same space.
Moreover, Qiankun Bags were very different. Some could recognize their owners, while others couldn't.
If a Qiankun Bag recognized its owner, only the owner could use it. The contract wouldn't be canceled until the owner died.
If a Qiankun Bag didn't recognize its owner, as long as the owner knew the spell, he could use it.
There was a saying in the cultivation world that only very high masters were qualified to have a Qiankun Bag, but the Qiankun Bag didn't belong to them forever.
As long as a cultivator defeated them and asked them for a Qiankun Bag, they had to give it to them.
Therefore, with a Qiankun Bag, it meant that you needed to accept challenges at any time. If you wanted to keep a Qiankun Bag, you had to be very strong.
However, if a cultivator who had a Qiankun Bag would rather die than say the spell of the Qiankun Bag, it would be useless even if you got it.
"Thank you, master." Leng Shaoting thanked him. Although his face didn't change much, it was obvious that he was very happy in his heart.
The old man was busy eating, so he didn't give Leng Shaoting a response. Of course, it wasn't a big deal.
Gu Ning immediately took out a knife and handed it to Leng Shaoting. "Quick, drip your blood on it."
Leng Shaoting couldn't wait. He took the knife and made a small cut on his hand. The next second, blood flowed out. Leng Shaoting then dripped his blood on the Qiankun Bag.
The moment the blood fell on the Qiankun Bag, it flashed with red light, then disappeared.
Leng Shaoting, however, felt dizzy for a second, then went back to normal. He looked at the Qiankun Bag and saw a space that was two meters in length and width and two meters in height, but there was nothing inside.
At this time, the old man was eating. He smacked his lips and said, "I made this Qiankun Bag myself. I haven't used it yet, so there's nothing inside. You can put whatever you want in it with your consciousness."
He made this Qiankun Bag himself? Hearing that, both Gu Ning and Leng Shaoting were surprised and admired Gu Ning's ability.
His cultivation level wasn't very high, but it was very high.
Gu Ning wasn't a cultivator, so she couldn't see a cultivator's level at all. She could only sense a cultivator's level from his breath, but she didn't know how strong he was.
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