After waking up his grandmother, before she could blame him, Ding Ning said repeatedly, "Grandma, don't talk. Practice quickly, or the spiritual power will be wasted."
Meditation Master glanced at him helplessly, but the thick spiritual power in the form of fog around her made her feel that all the blood capillaries in her body opened up, emitting a strong desire to breathe.
The spiritual power could not be wasted. Since it had come to this, Meditation Master no longer refused, sat cross-legged to meditate, and entered the state of practice.
Ding Ning took a deep breath and showed a warm smile. Finally, he repaid his grandmother.
Although the mutual love between relatives could not be replaced by a favor, Ding Ning owed his grandmother his life. Being able to save her life and cultivation made him feel very happy.
Looking at the time, it was already over 10 o 'clock in the evening. Ding Ning hesitated for a moment and sent a text message to his sister, telling her that he was at his grandmother's place and would not go back tonight.
His sister replied quickly, "What did grandma say to you?"
Ding Ning was a little confused. "Shouldn't my sister ask about grandma's health? Why is she so concerned about what grandma said?"
He didn't think too much and simply told her about the treatment of grandma.
His sister was obviously very excited and called him directly.
Ding Ning hurriedly walked out of the meditation room to answer the phone, for fear of disturbing his grandmother's practice.
"You said grandma's injury has been cured? Her cultivation has also been restored? How is she now? How did you do it? "
As soon as the phone was connected, his sister asked questions in rapid succession.
Ding Ning scratched his head and told her what had happened in detail. His sister was silent for a long time and then said in a tone of lingering fear, "Fortunately, you went to save grandma. I didn't expect things to be so serious."
"Sister, were you there when grandma saved me?"
Something seemed to flash in Ding Ning's heart, but he couldn't grasp the key point.
"I … no … no, wasn't it Xiahou who sent you there at that time? I heard it from him. Yes, I heard it from him, "Ding Qianlie stammered, obviously feeling a little flustered.
Ding Qianlie stammered, obviously flustered. Before Ding Ning answered, she continued, "It's getting late, and I have to get up early tomorrow. Tell grandma that I will go to see her after I finish my work in these two days. Let's put it this way first."
With a "snap" sound, the phone was hung up.
Ding Ning listened to the busy tone on the phone with a dumbfounded look. "What happened to my sister?" You didn't even wait for me to say goodnight before hanging up the phone. Is there a need to be so anxious?
Also, why did she have such a big reaction when he casually asked if his sister was there when grandma saved him?
Ding Ning scratched his head, his face full of doubts. "My sister is very abnormal."
But soon, Ding Ning had no time to think about it. A huge aura was emitted from the meditation room where his grandmother lived. The aura was like a dark cloud covering the sky and the coming rain, making it difficult for people to breathe. The entire Renshou Nunnery seemed to be shrouded in the power of heaven.
The lights in the Buddha hall were constantly lit. One by one, the nuns pushed open the door and came out in a panic. They gathered together and whispered, "Is it going to thunder and rain? The air suddenly became fresh, but now it became so oppressive and uncomfortable." Some even said with wild imagination, "Is it Buddha?"
Only Ding Ning was not surprised but happy. He did not expect that his grandmother not only recovered her cultivation, but also made a breakthrough. "Right, the mermaid said that a top-grade Spiritual Crystal of Water was enough for him to break through to the God Martial Arts Realm. Today, he took out two top-grade Spiritual Crystals of Water. Even if his grandmother only absorbed 30%, it was enough for her to break through a small realm."
"But I don't know which level of the Real Martial Arts Realm my grandmother is at, and which level she has broken through this time."
Several old nuns came to Renshou Nunnery and seemed to understand what was going on without asking Ding Ning. They looked at the meditation room in awe and comforted the nuns to go back to their rooms to rest.
The huge pressure didn't last for too long. About half an hour later, it was like the sky had cleared up after the rain. The huge pressure that made people feel oppressed disappeared, and the previous calm was restored.
Ding Ning pushed the door and came in. He smiled at Meditation Master and said, "Grandma, congratulations on recovering your cultivation and making a breakthrough."
"I really didn't expect that you would make a breakthrough. You are really disobedient. Come in quickly."
Meditation Master was obviously in a good mood, and she rebuked him with a smile.
At this moment, she was more than 20 years younger. Most of the wrinkles on her face disappeared, and her lethargy was swept away. She was full of spirit. If it were not for her frock, she would look like a beautiful woman in her early forties.
"Grandma, what's your cultivation now?"
Ding Ning did not stand on ceremony. He approached her and asked with a smile as if he was familiar with her.
However, he narcissistically thought in his heart, "Grandma is so beautiful after becoming younger. No wonder I am so handsome. I inherited good genes."
It had to be said that Ding Ning did inherit his grandmother's genes, and there were some similarities between their eyebrows. When they stood together, it was obvious that they were blood relatives.
Master Jingxin looked at Ding Ning and sighed helplessly. "This is probably my fate."
From the first time she saw her grandson, her calm mind was broken. She did not want to save Ding Ning. After all, according to the teachings of the ancestors, the Great Snowmountain was responsible for subduing demons and devils. Her grandson who had inherited Chiyou should also be regarded as a demon. But after all, she could not resist the kinship of blood.
"Thanks to you, I broke through the fourth level of the Real Martial Arts Realm."
"Grandma, take this. It's good for your cultivation."
Ding Ning knew that what Ancient Warriors lacked most was Spiritual Qi resources. He quickly took out a handful of Spiritual Crystals of Water and handed them to his grandmother. He did not take out any more Spiritual Crystals of Water of the highest grade to intimidate her.
"Where did you get the Spiritual Crystals?"
Meditation Master had obviously seen Spiritual Crystals before. She looked at the Spiritual Crystals of Water in her hand in shock.
"I got these Spiritual Crystals of Water by accident."
Even if it was his grandmother, Ding Ning did not dare to tell the truth. After all, the Mermaid Totem was too incredible.
"No, it's too expensive. You keep it. It's good for your cultivation."
Meditation Master was obviously very tempted, but after hesitating for a moment, she still decided to refuse.
"Grandma, just take it. Just take it as my filial piety to you. I still have more. I'm not lying to you."
Ding Ning quickly pushed it back and showed her another handful of Spiritual Crystals of Water to prove that he still had more.
"Okay, I'll take it."
Seeing his firm attitude, Meditation Master no longer pretended to refuse and simply put them away …
The next day, the rooster crowed. On the way back to downtown Ninghai, Ding Ning was still thinking about his grandmother's understanding of martial arts.
In the cultivation of martial arts, no matter if it was a warrior, a Spirit Master, or a Warlock, there were all sorts of cultivation methods. To put it bluntly, there were only three orthodox cultivation systems: Body Refinement, Qi Refinement, and Spirit Refinement. It was just that with the changes in the realm and the depth of the cultivation, there were all sorts of different manifestations.
There was no doubt that Ancient Warriors practiced Qi; national martial arts practiced both inside and outside, practicing body refining and Qi refining at the same time; and spiritual masters practiced spirit refining, that is to say, spiritual force.
As for the so-called warlocks, Talisman Masters, and even refiners and alchemists … In essence, they could not be separated from the scope of the three major practice systems and served the three major practice systems.
Although this was only his grandmother's personal understanding of martial arts, Ding Ning deeply agreed with her. It was not that he echoed the views of others, but he felt that what his grandmother said was really reasonable.
For example, talismans made by Talisman Masters, elixirs refined by alchemists, spells performed by warlocks, tactical matrices arranged by tactical matrices, and weapons refined by refiners, etc. In the final analysis, they all existed to enhance the strength of warriors and could not be regarded as a simple practice system. They could only be regarded as auxiliary means of practice. Practice itself was the root of enhancing strength.
Ding Ning had gained a lot from this trip to Biyun Nunnery, and he had a deeper and clearer understanding of the practice system.
To be honest, Chiyou's inheritance was awesome, but it was also very deceptive. It did not have a complete cultivation system. It was like squeezing toothpaste from time to time. This made him wonder if it was because Xuan Ji had broken a portion of the stone man's seal in the past.
Speaking of Xuan Ji, Ding Ning was also speechless. At the beginning, Xuan Ji told him that he could get Chiyou's craftsmanship inheritance if he entered the first floor of Wu Shen Palace, which made him look forward to it very much. But in the end, there was no craftsmanship at all.
However, Ding Ning also understood that it was not her fault. After all, she did not know much about Chiyou's inheritance, so she could only make inferences by guessing and speculating. It was normal for her to make a wrong judgment.
In any case, he was not only refined as a weapon during the trip to Wu Shen Palace, but also got the Barbarian Physical Exercise Technique and the golden foil. Thus, he comprehended the method of making talismans, which was not inferior to the craftsmanship, which made him quite satisfied.
"Bang!"
Just as he was thinking, a loud noise suddenly came from the front, interrupting his contemplation. He suddenly braked and stopped the car.
There was a serious traffic accident in front of him. A large truck suddenly turned in the opposite direction and collided with a bus head-on. Several cars following it failed to brake in time, resulting in a series of rear-end collisions. In an instant, the road was blocked by more than a dozen accident cars.
"Oh, no! The passengers on the bus are in danger." Ding Ning was shocked. He hurriedly pulled over, turned on the double flashing lights, and ran quickly to the scene of the accident.
The driver of the large truck was bleeding from his head, lying on the steering wheel unconscious. The front of the bus was dented, and the driver had died on the spot. There were cries and shouts in the carriage, and many people were injured.
If it was only a collision between two cars, it would not be fatal. However, because it was in the suburbs, although there were not many cars, the speed of the cars was not slow.
After the accident, the cars behind failed to brake in time, and a series of rear-end collisions formed a squeeze, which made the situation more serious.
There were no casualties in the rear-end collisions. The bus passengers who were treated as sandwiches and the truck driver who caused the accident were the most seriously injured.
The entire bus carriage was squeezed and deformed. The driver was dead, and the door could not be opened. Many passengers with broken heads and bleeding were climbing out of the window, crying and asking for help.
"Hurry up and help to save people. What are you waiting for?"
Ding Ning ran to the front and could not help but yell when he saw the owners of the rear-end collisions getting out of the car at a loss.
Without caring about their reactions, he helped a middle-aged man covered in blood climb down from the bus window and asked hurriedly, "How many people are in the bus, and how many are injured?"
"More than 20 people. The driver is dead, an old lady is dead, and the others are injured."
Although the middle-aged man was covered in blood, his arm was pierced with broken glass, and his face was full of scratches, he could still maintain basic calmness and answer Ding Ning's question.
"Come here, don't look. I'm talking about you. Help him to the side of the road to rest. Hurry up."
Ding Ning shouted at a young man standing foolishly on the side and asked him to take care of the middle-aged man.
He continued to go to the front of the bus to help the passengers escape from the window. With his example, the others finally reacted. After calling the police at once, they all came to help.
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