Longevity begins with marrying a wife

True treasure building.

Puppet material area.

There are wooden boxes on each row of shelves, with the items marked on them. The production of second-level puppets requires the use of high-grade silver sunken wood, soul spirit seeds, snow silk and dozens of other materials. They are expensive, and Shen Ping also He only dared to buy five or six copies, but that was enough for him.

Other puppet masters need to accumulate several years or even more to break through to the second level. They will only try to make it when they feel proficient.

Shen Ping relied on dual cultivation to quickly gain insights and save a lot of time.

Return to Qinghe Lane.

He became busy.

There are only two months left before the end of the year, so we must speed up the production of talismans and puppets.

The number of daily double cultivation sessions also had to be reduced.

Even the meditation practice in the quiet room.

Shen Ping gritted his teeth and shortened his time to save time for Fu Zhuan and the puppet.

But while busy.

He goes to Zhenbao Tower every now and then to sit down, mainly to inquire about information. If Zhenbao Tower is accessible, Zhenbao Tower will naturally be his first choice.

A month passed quickly like this.

The streets are still filled with blood.

The casual cultivators have returned to their previous lives, but the number of monks who secretly go to the surrounding Shiwan Mountains has quietly increased. Even if none of these monks come back, they can't stop the wave after wave of monks behind them.

Rogue cultivators all have their own thoughts. Some may believe in the Jinyang Sect, but most of them will not place their lives on the Jinyang Sect's verbal promises.

this day.

The cold wind swept across, and Yunshanfang ushered in the first snow of the year.

Shen Ping, who was speeding up the production of talismans and seals in the talisman-making room, unexpectedly received an invitation from shopkeeper Chen.

Come to Xiuchun Pavilion.

The door was unusually deserted.

Go inside and take a look.

Only then did he realize that the shelves in the store were empty for elixirs, magic weapons, talismans, seals, formation disks, etc.

Shopkeeper Chen is not here either.

Shen Ping walked to the small courtyard with a puzzled expression.

I saw shopkeeper Chen sitting under the old locust tree and quietly sipping spiritual tea.

"Master Shen Fu."

After sitting down.

Shopkeeper Chen cupped his hands and said, "My boss will leave at the end of the year, and I can't leave."

He smiled.

But his eyes were full of unspeakable pain.

The words in Shen Ping's mouth were immediately blocked. He didn't know what to say and could only continue to listen.

At this time, shopkeeper Chen didn't have his usual all-round appearance and shrewd eyes. He was like an ordinary old man, telling every detail about himself and Xiuchun Pavilion.

"This old locust tree has been in the yard for fifteen years."

"When I planted it, it was still very small. I would take care of it carefully every day when the store was closed."

"I really can't bear to leave it."

"I'm fine now, I can stay with you forever."

Speaking of which.

Shopkeeper Chen raised the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and said, "Master Shen Fu, you are a blessed person. Let's go. Regardless of whether you can leave or not, you must try your best to leave."

He shook his head and stood up and walked into the house, "I can't walk with my old bones."

Shen Ping also stood up.

He looked at Shopkeeper Chen, and saw that the back of a monk in the late stage of Qi training seemed to be staggering.

moment.

He stepped through the shop door of Xiuchun Pavilion.

He looked back at the door plaque.

I just felt a suffocating feeling in my chest.

"That's the way the world is."

In the end, I could only grit my teeth and say this bitterly.

Returning from Xiuchun Pavilion.

Shen Ping called Yu Yan and Luo Qing to drink up all the spiritual wine in the storage bag. He did not use his spiritual power to relieve the drunkenness, but let the drunkenness spread throughout his body. With his eyes blurred, he grabbed the two figures and skillfully pulled them apart. robe, and then walked towards the avenue.

along the road.

I don’t know how long they traveled.

The tightness in his chest disappeared.

After waking up.

He looked at Yu Yan and Luo Qing, sighed and said, "Sorry."

"Husband."

"No matter what happens, we will be by your side."

Yu Yan said softly.

Luo Qing's face had a rare soft color.

Since the blood covered the sky.

They all know that their husbands have a lot of pressure hidden in their hearts.

"I'll go to Zhenbao Tower and ask again!"

Shen Ping felt that he could no longer wait. No matter whether there was any news from Zhenbao Tower, he would have to leave with Yu Yan and Luo Qing at the end of the year. Every day he delayed staying in Yunshanfang would be one more day of danger.

What are Jin Yangzong’s plans?

He didn't want to speculate. Only when he stayed away from Yunshanfang could his heart feel truly at ease.

I went to the water room and cleaned myself up.

He hurried to Zhenbao Tower, and as soon as he saw Shopkeeper Ding, the latter said solemnly, "Master Shen Fu, you came just in time. Elder Yuanying has something to announce."

While talking.

The two walked side by side to the small courtyard.

After a while.

Other foundation building guests arrived one after another.

After all the members of Yunshanfang have arrived.

Elder Yuanying's voice sounded, "Everyone, come in."

In the hall.

When I saw the purple-robed elder again this time, his face was no longer as relaxed as before, the corners of his eyes seemed a little gloomy, and his voice became a little cold.

"End of the year."

"Zhenbaolou left Yunshanfang together with the disciples of Jinyang Sect."

"The steward can accompany you."

As soon as these words came out.

A foundation-building guest couldn't help but said, "Elder Qiu, I wonder how many places the guest can bring this time?"

The purple-robed elder looked unhappy, "Don't you understand? The steward can accompany you. If you don't want to leave, you can stay. Okay, get out!"

The Nascent Soul's mana aura surges.

All the deacons and guests turned pale.

When Shen Ping came to his senses again, he felt his feet were a little unsteady, and he hurriedly used his Dantian spiritual power to barely suppress the pressure.

Cui Keqing and other foundation-building monks beside him had ugly expressions.

Shopkeeper Ding frowned.

Seeing Shen Ping's eyes moving over, Shopkeeper Ding shook his head, "It's probably because the negotiations with the General Station of Qingyang City didn't go well, and I'm afraid I suffered a bit of a loss!"

Cui Keqing's expression was gloomy, and then he sighed, "If you don't let your family members take care of you, why don't you just stay and wait for death? Shopkeeper Ding has a lot of connections, why don't you find an opportunity to talk to the Jindan deacons and see if you can Take your family and leave.”

Shopkeeper Ding said helplessly, "I can't leave myself, so I can only rely on favors. Cui Keqing better not to have too high hopes. Oh, what is this? We have many external members in Zhenbao Building. It's good now. There’s no way to leave.”

"I'll ask about the situation later."

Shen Ping, Cui Keqing, and Luo Keqing did not leave Zhenbao Tower, but went to the private room on the second floor to sit and wait.

I drank cup after cup of spiritual tea.

Until dusk.

Shopkeeper Ding appeared at the door of the private room.

brush.

Shen Ping and others focused their gazes and noticed Shopkeeper Ding's expression, and their hearts sank.

Shopkeeper Ding walked in and drank a cup of spiritual tea in one breath. Then he sighed repeatedly, "I haven't found out the specific situation. I only know that you have to pay a price for every additional person you bring. Zhenbao Tower can only protect the deacon guest first!"

Although Shen Ping was mentally prepared, he still felt a little confused after hearing these words. He could leave, but what should Yu Yan Luoqing do!

They went to Chunmanyuan, but he couldn't feel at ease at all.

Not to mention Luo Qing.

Yu Yan......

Return to the small courtyard in Qinghe Lane.

The sky was dark and dull.

Only the color of blood shines on Yunshanfang.

Shen Ping stopped at the door of the small courtyard and looked at the crystal lights of the bedroom and wing. He sighed deeply. He clenched and unclenched his fists, clenched them again and finally slowly unclenched them.

"Eighth level of Qi training."

"So weak."

He raised his eyes and looked at the bloody sky. He wanted to break it with one punch, but he could only think about it. Facing such a large formation, not to mention him, even several Nascent Soul cultivators were helpless.

call.

suck.

I took ten deep breaths.

Shen Ping's face returned to its usual calmness, and a smile appeared in the corners of his eyes.

Step into the courtyard.

He came to the side room and chatted with Yu Yan casually for a few words, then went to the bedroom to look at Luo Qing, and then entered the talisman-making room and sat down cross-legged.

Meditate.

Meditate again.

Pray for blessings.

After completing the familiar set of talisman-making movements, Shen Ping had no distracting thoughts and only the talisman seal remained in his mind!

…

Deep in the Yunshan swamp.

There is no longer a monk to be seen in the ruins cave of the underground mine, but on the fifth floor, Chunmanyuan still transports batches of black-robed and masked monks, making them stand on a circular platform with mottled blood.

Zizzi~

As the circular table rotates.

These black-robed and masked cultivators let out bursts of painful wails, and some of their blood burned directly, turning their entire bodies into ashes.

Elder Yuanying's face was expressionless, but the disappointment in his eyes was getting deeper and deeper, "No, no, no, how did the blood crocodile ancestor succeed back then, continue!"

"time is limited."

"Wait another half year, if no one succeeds, destroy this place!"

While talking.

The monks around him noticed that there was a monk on the round platform who could withstand the blood energy bursting out from the formation, and hurriedly warned him.

Elder Yuanying's face was filled with joy, and he flashed over with his spiritual consciousness, laughing loudly: "After trying so many times, I finally succeeded once, and I can do my job. Continue, if there are one or two more..."

…

Mid-December.

The blood color becomes darker and darker, and sometimes it looks a bit coquettish.

The number of casual cultivators leaving Yunshanfang has exceeded thousands, and the number is still increasing. The law enforcement patrol team of Jinyang Sect's outer gate not only did not stop this, but deliberately condoned it.

Qinghe Lane courtyard.

The talisman making room.

Shen Ping looked at the smart puppet in front of him, with a smile on his tired face. After spending six puppet materials and constantly gaining puppet insights day and night, he finally managed to make a second-level puppet.

Speaking of which, it was all thanks to Yu Yan.

Although her white puppet was only of medium quality, its production technique was unique, especially the neat and consistent connection between the techniques, which gave Shen Ping a lot of inspiration.

Puppet making is different from talisman.

In addition to technical proficiency, it also requires an immersion and inspiration in puppetry.

A flash of inspiration flashed through his fingers.

This puppet seemed to have come to life, slurping its tongue and circling around Shen Ping's arms.

Although it is just a relatively simple snake puppet, the various functions of this snake are stronger than Yan's white puppet, and the most important thing is that it is hidden in the cuffs. As long as the puppet spirit technique is not used, it is difficult to detect it with the spiritual consciousness.

It is most suitable for surprise attacks.

Driven for a while.

Shen Ping put it away with satisfaction, then left the talisman-making room and went to the quiet room to sit cross-legged and rest for a while. When he was about to run the exercises and practice, Chu Yan's voice came from outside.

"Husband."

"A female cultivator came to visit me at the door of the small courtyard."

…

Thank you all for your support. There are a lot of people. I will thank you for each chapter tomorrow. There is still one chapter left today, so don’t wait. If you are slow in writing, I will leave it to tomorrow.