Reincarnation Of The Businesswoman At School (WN)

Chapter 1585: A Private Teacher

In addition, with the old man’s help, she wouldn’t be worried about Leng Shaoting’s safety if he encountered any other senior cultivators in the future.

Because Leng Shaoting’s level increased, the night-luminescent pearl wasn’t able to hide his smell as a cultivator anymore. He had to continue to go up in levels in order to protect himself well.

“Wow, countless delicious food and good drinks.” The old man repeated Gu Ning’s sentence, and couldn’t get it out of his mind. He wasn’t starving until he heard that.

“Yeah, you can have countless delicious food and good drinks,” said Gu Ning.

“Fine, I agree to take him as my apprentice, but you should give me the roasted chicken right now!” The old man gave in for delicious food. He also decided to leave with them later.

Gu Ning and Leng Shaoting were happy to see the result.

“An oral agreement isn’t enough, so we must have a formal ceremony,” Gu Ning said.

“Do you have to do that?” The old man couldn’t wait a second longer to enjoy the roasted chicken, but he had to be patient for it. “Fine, what do you want to do?”

“Easy. Sit down please,” Gu Ning said and moved over a chair for the old man.

The old man listened to Gu Ning and sat down at once.

Gu Ning then continued, “I think you don’t have patience for cups of tea now, so we’ll use the beggar’s chicken as the gift for you. Let me be honest with you, the only thing he doesn’t lack is money, and he can provide you with endless free delicious food and good drinks. By the way, if you’re going to be his private teacher, I think you should send him a gift as well. What do you think?”

“Alright, alright, stop wasting time on chatting. Let’s do it now.” The old man lost patience. He didn’t care much about sending Leng Shaoting a gift.

Gu Ning then stopped talking and took out the beggar’s chicken.

The old man’s eyes lit up at once, and couldn’t wait to grab it over.

Gu Ning gave the beggar’s chicken to Leng Shaoting, and told him to bow before the old man with the chicken.

It actually wasn’t easy for Leng Shaoting to do that, because he had great pride in himself.

Gu Ning didn’t know whether Leng Shaoting had bowed to anyone else before except his own parents.

Anyway, this old man was going to be his private teacher, and it wasn’t a big deal if he bowed to his teacher. In addition, only a bow could show respect for his teacher.

Leng Shaoting didn’t think it was a big deal either, and he was willing to do it in order to learn secret kung fu skills from the old man.

“It’s my honor to be your apprentice,” Leng Shaoting said and bowed to the old man with the beggar’s chicken in his hands.

“Good boy!” The old man smiled with satisfaction and grabbed the beggar’s chicken the next second. Afterwards, he waved his hand and threw something to Leng Shaoting’s hand. “This is my gift for you. It’s a Qiankun Bag. You can drop blood on it and you’ll be its master.”

When the old man said that, he hurried to unwrap the beggar’s chicken, seeming as if he hadn’t had food for ages.

The Qiankun Bag was something like Gu Ning’s telepathic eye space, and it could store stuff too, but only dead stuff.

Neither Gu Ning nor Leng Shaoting knew how large the space of this Qiankun Bag was, because every Qiankun Bag was different. Moreover, some Qiankun Bags could recognize their owners, but some couldn’t.

If a Qiankun Bag was able to recognize its owner, it would be owned and only used by the person until the person died. If a Qiankun Bag couldn’t recognize their owners, anyone who knew the correct spell could use them.

It was said that only the top senior cultivators were able to own a Qiankun Bag in the cultivation world, but the Qiankun Bag wouldn’t follow them forever. If they were defeated by other cultivators, they had to give their Qiankun Bags away.

Therefore, no matter who owned a Qiankun Bag, he or she must be prepared for endless challenges. Nevertheless, if the previous owner of the Qiankun Bag refused to tell its spell, it would be useless.

“Thank you, my teacher,” Leng Shaoting said with happiness.

The old man was busy eating the chicken and directly ignored Leng Shaoting.

Gu Ning handed Leng Shaoting a knife at once. “Come on, do it now.”

Leng Shaoting took the knife, then lightly cut his finger and dropped some blood on the Qiankun Bag.

Once a drop of blood touched the Qiankun Bag, it flashed red light.

Leng Shaoting was surprised, then suddenly saw an empty space which was about two sqaure meters big in the Qiankun Bag.

At this time, the old man finished eating. He smacked his lips and said, “I made this Qiankun Bag myself, and haven’t used it yet, so there is nothing inside. You can put anything into it with your consciousness.”

Both Gu Ning and Leng Shaoting were amazed when they learned that and they admired the old man for his unbelievable ability. He must be at a very high level as a cultivator.

Because Gu Ning wasn’t a cultivator, she couldn’t see the real ability of a cultivator. On the other hand, Leng Shaoting was a cultivator, but his level was low, so he wasn’t able to see the old man’s level either.