Chapter 35: Langya Blissful Land, Morning Glimmer

  "My son..."

  Ning Caichen said with a scowl: "...... what's wrong with me?"

  Ning Feng nodded slightly, his expression becoming increasingly strange.

  This is not just wrong, it's absolutely wrong.

  He was dressed in a neat and tidy scholar's attire, with his hair combed neatly, his face clean and spotless, and his features bearing a 70-80% resemblance to Ning Feng, with a refined and elegant appearance.

  This look, Ning Feng felt quite unaccustomed to it.

  Ever since he fell out with his family, he had grown accustomed to Ning Caichen's slovenly appearance, especially in his own courtyard. He could be as sloppy as he wanted, and would lie down if he didn't have to sit up. So why the sudden change?

  Ning Feng looked inside the room with a curious expression, thinking to himself that Ning Cai Chen had been dawdling for so long, could it be that he was in there primping himself? It didn't make sense.

  He was puzzled, Ning Caichen didn't know why he changed from his usual carefree self to being fidgety now, the father and son stared at each other, when "thud thud thud" sounds came from behind the courtyard.

  This noise came at just the right time.

  "Son, did you hear? They've started working on it already."

  Ning Cai Chen pointed to the back of the courtyard, in the direction of the shops across the street, and walked over with a spirited air, pulling Ning Feng to sit down beside the stone table.

  There were several dishes on the table, and it seemed that Ning Feng had returned just in time. Ning Cai Chen was about to have dinner.

  "My son, I've been troubling Zhao Da and Zhao Er for help during this period. After inquiring around, I've finally decided to do some business."

  Ning Caichen's face glowed when he spoke, but he stubbornly held back from continuing, his expression, his scratching of the ears and cheeks, was as if he had written on his forehead: "Come ask me quickly."

  Ning Feng shook his head and smiled wryly.

  Doesn't your own father understand? This is clearly a diversion of the topic.

  Ning Feng laughed and then asked in a playful tone: "Father, what are you planning to do?"

  "Bookstore!"

  Ning Caichen finally got the opportunity and continued talking incessantly.

  At first, Ning Feng just listened casually, after all, it was just to find something for his father to do and pass the time, what's the hurry?

  However, as he listened on, he was somewhat moved. Ning Caichen had indeed put his heart into this proposal, and it wasn't necessarily impossible to implement.

  In short, Ning Caichen wanted to open a shop that was not an ordinary bookstore, but a special one for cultivators and those who were determined to cultivate.

  Firstly, collect various Xianxia classics and materials, and convert them from jade slips to handwritten copies, so that those who have not yet started cultivating can.

  Secondly, various basic exercises and incomplete manuscripts are available for purchase. These can be borrowed but not sold. As long as you pay the price, you can learn the exercise directly in the bookstore.

  "Dad, is this what you were thinking of?"

  Ning Feng looked at Ning Caichen with a somewhat disdainful expression, sizing him up from head to toe.

  "Of course!"

  Ning Caichen slapped his thigh, he had no tail, otherwise it would have been lifted up, "I've wanted to do this for a long time."

  "Been wanting to for a long time?"

  It's strange that they accepted Fourth Brother Tai Shan's apology and got this shop just a few days ago, how can Ning Cai Chen be so quick to take action?

  "That's it." Ning Caichen said with satisfaction, and he couldn't sit still. He suddenly stood up, circled around the stone table, and said with deep emotion:

  "Think back to when you first said you wanted to cultivate immortality, I was worried sick. Spirits and ghosts are all hearsay, but who has actually seen them? How can one cultivate?"

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

  The more Ning Caichen spoke, the faster his footsteps became, as if he had returned to those sleepless days filled with anxiety.

  "I thought to myself, if I couldn't enter the sect, then being a loose cultivator wouldn't be bad either."

  My son is so clever, at the age of seven or eight, he is a hundred times stronger than me, this old father. Even if he becomes a loose cultivator, he can be called an immortal ancestor, and his abilities are boundless.

  "There is no skill, no way."

  Ning Caichen slapped his thigh with a loud "pa pa" sound, and his voice rose: "At that time, I was thinking, if there was such a shop, it would be great. Even if I just went to copy and write for people, I could earn some money, remember the skills, and come back to teach you, my son."

  That expression of "come and praise me" appeared on his face again, Ning Caichen finished speaking and happily returned to the stone table to sit down, but when he raised his head, he found that his own son's expression seemed a bit off.

  "Son, what's wrong?" Ning Caichen asked anxiously.

  "No, nothing." Ning Feng first shook his head, then lowered his head, took a deep breath before raising it again, and smiled at Ning Cai Chen, saying: "Father, this idea is great, I support you."

  His eyes were red, and in his gaze, his expression revealed a deep sense of gratitude.

  Ning Feng had always been full of confidence, always expecting the unexpected, always yearning for the divine, and never thought of giving up... But he didn't think that his seemingly heartless father would be tossing and turning with insomnia day and night, thinking so much about him, just to support him in moving forward.

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

  This feeling is great.

  Just as Ning Feng was about to ask more questions and see if there was anything he could do, two footsteps came from outside the door.

  "Ah, Young Master Ning, you're back."

  The arrivals were familiar faces, twin brothers Zhao Da and Zhao Er.

  The young man hastily stood up to greet him.

  These two people have taken good care of Ning Caichen during this period, and if it weren't for them, with Ning Caichen's temperament, the bookstore wouldn't have started construction so easily.

  Zhao brothers were originally famous disciples of Tianyun, according to the rules, they should address Ningfeng and other seven direct disciples of Tianyun as "Shixiong", but last time when they met and interacted, Ningfeng repeatedly indicated that it was okay to call him "Shidi", so they reluctantly changed their way of addressing him.

  At that time, both sides had already gotten familiar with each other. Ning Feng's greeting was met with an expression from the Zhao brothers that seemed somewhat off, yes, a bit awkward.

  "What's going on?"

  The man's tone was somewhat strange, especially since one of the two brothers was making faces and rolling his eyes behind him.

  Who else could it be? Only Ning Caichen.

  Ning Feng turned his head back and saw Ning Cai Chen sitting upright with a serious expression, seemingly nothing out of the ordinary, except that his back was perhaps too straight.

  He was puzzled in his heart, but didn't lose his courtesy. After exchanging greetings, Ning Feng invited the two brothers to take a seat, but they shook their heads repeatedly.

  Zhao stretched out his hand into his sleeve and pulled out a thin, fingernail-sized jade box. He handed it to Ning Feng with both hands, saying seriously: "Ning younger brother, we brothers were switching shifts back at Tianyun Peak when the sect's errand runner brought this item. Shen older brother is an old acquaintance of that errand runner and was chatting with him over wine, so he had us rush up here to hand it over to you."

  Ning Feng took it over, holding in his palm a jade box about the size of two palms, which seemed to have no weight, as light as a feather.

  "Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect my junior brother to achieve something in just a few days after entering the sect. He's actually been allowed by the Divine Palace to go down the mountain and travel freely. My brothers and I are impressed, truly impressed."

  Zhao Dajiao handed over the jade box, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden, and his tone became lighter.

  "What's this?" Ning Feng turned it over and over again, couldn't figure out what it was, so he asked.

  "Dawn!"

  Zhao Er spoke up, and the two brothers chimed in unison: "Disciples of Shen Gong, on their first trip down the mountain, the sect has specially bestowed upon them a Morning Glory, to boost their morale."

  Ning Feng's expression changed in an instant, becoming serious.

  He has heard of it.

  The dawn is the faint light of daybreak.

  It's not the most dazzling, nor the most radiant, nor the warmest, but it is the first ray of light after endless darkness, and the beginning of everything that follows.

  Therefore, it is the most precious and important thing.

  The Temple of the Sun God has a rule that any personal disciple who is allowed by the sect and the master to go down the mountain will be given some gifts, all of which are useful for traveling around the world.

  It was bestowed upon novice monks who first descended from the mountain, hence the name of the temple: Chen Xue.

  The weight of expectation and hope in this name exceeds the value of the gift itself.

  "There's nothing else, so we brothers will leave first."

  Zhao Da and Zhao Er completed their task and didn't even drink a cup of tea before turning around and leaving.

  They walked away so swiftly and quickly that Ning Feng came back to his senses from the dawn mist, wanting to persuade them once more, but couldn't catch up in time.

  "What's wrong with them?"

  Ning Feng Zhang Er monk was bewildered, holding the morning glow back to the table edge, and sat down again.

  "Son, what do you think we should name our bookstore?"

  As soon as Ning Caichen saw his son return and sit down, he hastily asked: "Quickly think for me, I've been thinking for several days, look, my hair has turned white in a few places."

  "What's your name?"

  "Then let's call it Langyafu."

  "Langya Blissful Land?"

  Ning Caichen stopped combing his hair and blinked his eyes, asking humbly: "Is there a story behind this?"

  "Hmm..."

  Ning Feng's eyes rolled around and he shook his head: "No, the child just thinks it sounds nice and is easy to remember. If Father is not satisfied..."

  "Not at all, very satisfied."

  Ning Caichen was truly satisfied with this name, which was much better than what he had thought of himself.

  "It was decided then and there, and it was named Langyuan Blessed Land."

  He slapped the table, his palm stinging with pain, the bowls and chopsticks rattling, his face flushed with excitement, even the pain was forgotten.

  Ning Feng smiled slightly and thought: "It's my turn now. Father, I've grown up and have my own strength, it's time for me to fulfill your dreams."

  He thought as he picked up his chopsticks and casually picked up some food to eat.

  Chopsticks paused at the entrance for an instant, Ning Feng's movements hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and thought: "Forget it, leaving some small secrets is also good."

  He swallowed his food and looked up to meet Ning Caichen's expectant gaze.

  Ning Feng smiled and praised:

  "The dish is good!"

  ……

  As night falls, the moon is bright.

  Ning Fengpan sat in his room with a jade box on his knees, and the morning sunlight shone upon it.

  "Come and see what kind of dawn the Temple of God has prepared for me?"

  He stretched out his palm, silently operating the Taiyang method, with a faint light on his palm pressed against the jade box, and pushed.

  "Brush!"

  The jade box opened, and several light clusters sprang out like a burst of sparks, while the jade box itself disintegrated into light.

  Softly shines a light, filling the room with brightness like daytime.

  Just like this moment, Ning Feng's eyes are shining with light.