War Sovereign Soaring The Heavens

Glancing at the little fat man, Duan Lingtian said angrily: "Damn fat man, you think the inscription pattern is cabbage, you can do it if you want? I haven't asked you for money yet, do you know that this is the 'Lightning Fire Inscription Pattern', you need it The materials used are worth more than thirty taels of silver!"

Inscription patterns are something that burns money.

Like the thunder and fire inscription pattern, it is still a low-level inscription pattern.

Advanced inscription patterns often require thousands of taels, tens of thousands of taels, or even more silver...

Duan Lingtian thought that if he said so, the little fat man would retreat.

After all, even if it was Little Fatty's father, Fifth Elder Li Ting, his salary was only a dozen taels a month, so it was impossible for him to lose his family like this.

Who knows, the little fat man suddenly laughed when he heard Duan Lingtian's words.

He reached into his arms and directly took out a pair of silver notes, each of which was one hundred and two denominations, and handed it to Duan Lingtian, "Boss, isn't it just money? Anything that money can solve is nothing! There are seven or eight hundred taels, you can take them all and let the inscription master make me a few more inscriptions."

Duan Lingtian was stunned.

He could be sure that the money in Little Fatty's hand was definitely not given by Fifth Elder Li Ting.

Although, Li Ting also made 500 taels of silver from him last time.

But even so, Li Ting's net worth is less than 1,500 taels at most.

Otherwise, before the battle between him and Li Jie, Li Ting would not have been unable to come up with the second five hundred taels to bet with Li Kun.

Duan Lingtian took the bank note, weighed it, and asked, "Li Xuan, where did you get the money?"

The little fat man grinned and narrowed his eyes, "My grandfather gave it to me before I went back to Li's house last time. Boss, don't tell my father, otherwise, I won't be able to keep the rest of my money."

"Apart from these silver notes, what else do you have?"

Duan Lingtian was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashed a little light, he really did not expect that the little fat man was still a gold master.

"Hey, some more."

The little fat man said with a look of indifference: "My grandfather said that when I run out of money, as long as I send him a letter, he will have someone send it to me again."

The corners of Duan Lingtian's mouth twitched slightly, it seems that Little Fatty's grandfather is not simple, and he has never heard of it before.

In Duan Lingtian's memory in the past, he only knew that Fatty's mother died of illness seven or eight years ago, and then Fatty went outside with his grandfather.

"If you have money, you can say anything..."

Duan Lingtian squinted and patted the little fat man on the shoulder, "In this way, I will write down the materials needed for the Thunder Fire Inscription Pattern for you, and you can buy them yourself. The money will be regarded as your reward for me, and how many materials will you have in the future? , how many thunder and fire inscription patterns will I engrave on you?"

"Boss, you just said that you helped me engrave... Could it be that you engraved the Thunder Fire Inscription Pattern?"

The little fat man was dumbfounded and heard what Duan Lingtian meant.

"Where does all this nonsense come from, as long as the inscription pattern is easy to use, you don't care who inscribed it!"

Duan Lingtian shoved the silver note in his hand into his arms, turned around and returned to the courtyard to return to his room, took out a pen and paper and wrote out the materials needed for the Thunder Fire Inscription Pattern.

"According to the above weight, one can be inscribed with a thunder and fire inscription pattern... By the way, you can prepare some more accessories, and only one inscription pattern can be placed on a piece of jewelry at the same time."

Pass the note in his hand to the little fat man,

Duan Lingtian said again.

"it is good."

The little fat man took it as if he had received a treasure, and then looked at Duan Lingtian eagerly, a little hesitant to say anything.

"If you have something to say, just get out of here!"

Duan Lingtian was angry.

During this time, he was completely annoyed by this little fat man.

"Boss, I... can I learn the art of inscription pattern with you?"

The little fat man's fat face trembled slightly, looking expectantly.

Seeing Duan Lingtian frowning, the little fat man hurriedly said again: "Boss, I can pay tuition, I don't study for nothing."

Pay tuition?

Duan Lingtian frowned and his eyes lit up.

What he lacks most now is money. Although he has more than 30,000 taels in his hand, he knows that once he enters the Pill Condensation Realm, it will not take long for him to use up all the money in his hand.

Silver can never be too much, especially since he has so many 'life occupations'.

It is medicine refining, utensil refining, and inscription pattern.

"Okay, for your sincerity's sake, I'll reluctantly take half an hour every day to teach you. How much you can learn is up to you."

Money is not a bastard.

Duan Lingtian patted the little fat man on the shoulder again, and said, "For the sake of the fifth elder, I will charge you 1,000 taels a month, is it alright?"

The little fat man was stunned when he heard the words.

Seeing this, Duan Lingtian thought that the little fat man thought it was too expensive, so he coughed awkwardly and said slowly, "If you think it's too expensive, we can also discuss it again, a little..."

"It's cheap! Boss, thank you."

The little fat man interrupted Duan Lingtian excitedly.

While Duan Lingtian remained silent, he also felt a little regretful, did he set the price too low?

Seeing that the little fat man walked out with the note in his hand, Duan Lingtian stopped him and said solemnly: "I understand the art of inscription pattern, don't say it out, otherwise, you won't want to learn from me again. Inscribed."

"Don't worry, boss, I won't say if you kill me!"

The little fat man swore to finish his words, and then walked out.

Thinking that Li Ming would continue to be deflated in his hands in the future, he was overjoyed.

He decided, at least he would do more than a dozen or 20 thunder and fire inscription patterns for backup...

"It's still me, Li Xuan, who has a good eye. It's so awesome to recognize a boss, and even if the strength is against the sky, I even know the art of inscription pattern. I made a lot of money!"

The little fat man whispered to himself all the way, and walked home excitedly, ready to go back to get the money.

Just now, all the bank notes he carried were given to Duan Lingtian.

After the little fat man left, Duan Lingtian returned to the compound and continued to stand behind Ke'er, leaning against his body, teaching her the 'sword drawing technique' hand in hand.

After more than two months of practice, Ke'er has almost mastered the essence of sword drawing, the only difference is the heat.

Smelling the fragrance of the girl's hair and feeling the girl's body temperature, Duan Lingtian's eyes became a little blurred, and he took a deep breath in enjoyment.

"What are you doing?"

A voice with a little smile, accompanied by fragmented footsteps, suddenly came from behind.

Hearing the sound, Duan Lingtian took a step back in embarrassment and left the girl.

The girl looked embarrassed and blushed like she was about to drip blood, "Madam!"

It was Li Rou who came back from grocery shopping.

"Ke'er, don't practice yet, come and help me. I bought a lot of vegetables today to make up for you and Tian'er."

Li Rou shook the vegetable basket in her hand and smiled Bai Meisheng slightly.

"Yes."

The girl quickly took the sword.

"Mother, do you want me to help?"

Duan Lingtian asked with a smile.

"Go! You give me a good training. Although you have broken through to the seventh level of the body quenching realm now, Fang Qiang is a ninth-level body quenching realm martial artist after all. If you let him escape your sword-drawing technique by luck, then you will be finished."

Li Rou gave Duan Lingtian a white look and completely ignored him.

"Master, have you broken through to the seventh level of Body Tempering?"

The girl looked at Duan Lingtian with a look of surprise.

Duan Lingtian laughed, "My Ke'er has reached the sixth level of Body Tempering. If I don't break through, I'll be a little embarrassed."

The girl's eyes dimmed, and she said slowly, "Master, then I will try to practice slower in the future."

Li Rou smiled and said, "Ke'er, ignore him, you should work hard to cultivate. Only when we women are stronger than men can we restrain men... If you don't want to be bullied by him in the future, you must quickly surpass him."

Hearing Li Rou's words, the girl blushed immediately, took the vegetable basket from Li Rou's hand and trotted into the kitchen, leaving only the mother and son with a shy back.

"You kid, don't be lazy!"

Li Rou glared at Duan Lingtian again before entering the kitchen.

Duan Lingtian shook his head and smiled, and immediately resumed his actions.

The flexible body seemed to have transformed into a spirit snake, swiftly swept across the compound.

Fast as the wind, fast as thunder, faster and faster...

In the past two months, Duan Lingtian couldn't help sighing because of Ke'er's talent.

Although, Ke'er also has the same cultivation conditions as him that are far superior to other Li family disciples.

But she is a daughter after all, and it is extremely rare to have this talent.

According to his mother Li Rou, Ke'er's talent is far superior to her in those days.

However, Ke'er's talent is good, and her cultivation is improving quickly, and Duan Lingtian is also happy.

At least, when you leave Qingfeng Town to go out in the future, you can bring Ke'er.

If there is no Ke'er by his side, he is really not used to it.

Soon, the big and small beauties prepared the meal, and the aroma of the sumptuous meal was overwhelming.

The family sat together to eat, helping each other with dishes, and the atmosphere was full of happiness and warmth.

At the same time, in the compound where the second elder 'Li Sheng' lived.

Li Sheng stood at the door of the room, looking at his youngest son 'Li Ming' lying on the bed, with a face full of hatred, "You said, if you were beaten like this by Duan Lingtian, Dad would recognize you, but you were actually beaten by Li Sheng. You don't feel ashamed about that fat boy Xuan, but I still feel ashamed!"

"Father, I've said it 800 times. This time, the after-effects of Leihuodan suddenly came up. Otherwise, Li Xuan would definitely be beaten into a pig's head by me!"

Li Ming was half lying on the bed, with a helpless expression on his face.

"Look at you, I'm still making excuses now. Your brother also took Leihuodan, why didn't he see any sequelae?"

Li Sheng shook his head, obviously not believing what Li Ming said, "If I can't beat it now, you can train me well, and I'll just call back later, don't keep thinking about making excuses, this is a coward!"

After speaking, Li Sheng turned and left.

Li Ming was lying on the bed, and he could feel the pain when he stretched his body slightly. He couldn't help but grit his teeth and said fiercely: "Damn Fatty, when I get better, I must teach you a good lesson! I still don't believe it, your luck is always so good. ."

In Li Ming's opinion, Li Xuan was able to beat him like this, all because Li Xuan was lucky.

If it wasn't for the seizure of his Leihuodan sequelae, Li Xuan would not have been able to beat him.

Thinking that his father and brother didn't believe his words, he couldn't help but smile wryly, "Why don't they believe me? They don't even think about it, how could Li Xuan, the dead fat man, be my opponent!"