Longevity begins with marrying a wife

Small courtyard hall.

When Yu Yan saw the female cultivator from last time, a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Mu Jin walked in and bowed, "The little girl Mu Jin is an external member of Zhenbao Tower and has met Taoist friends!"

Yu Yan returned the greeting, "My husband's Taoist companion, Yu Yan."

After sitting down.

Shen Ping didn't speak, but drank the spirit tea and waited quietly.

Time passed little by little.

The only silence in the hall was the sound of breathing.

As the shadow of the small courtyard gradually lengthened, Mu Jin couldn't help but say, "Master Shen Fu, Chun Man Yuan needs to be more careful. Even if we can get out safely, there is no strong person to protect us outside the Shiwan Mountain." , I’m afraid there will be danger.”

Shen Ping nodded, "What Taoist Fellow Mu said is true. We will act accordingly when the time comes."

He was fully prepared.

Hundreds of golden talismans.

Second level puppet.

Five armor talismans.

There are also one-time consumption special magic weapons purchased from Zhenbao Tower at the cost of one’s family resources.

These methods have room for dealing with monks in the early stages of foundation building.

Just keep a low profile.

Considering that he is at the eighth level of qi training and is still a Talisman Master who is not good at fighting, Chun Manyuan would not bother the late-stage foundation-building monks even if he wanted to do it.

But what if it’s really the late stage of foundation building…

Shen Ping opened the virtual panel and looked at the golden shining magical power of Talisman.

Whether you can survive or not depends on this time.

Except.

And the purple pearl given by Bai Yuying's brother.

The other party belongs to Chun Man Yuan and must have some understanding of Chun Man Yuan's situation. At least he won't harm his sister for nothing.

Thoughts are flying.

The appointed time has come.

Shen Ping stood up suddenly and looked at Yu Yan and Mu Jin, "Let's go!"

Step out of the courtyard door.

None of the three looked back, and this single-family courtyard will become dust in the future.

On the way to Chunmanyuan.

Waves of cold air swept through.

Mu Jin followed Shen Ping and Yu Yan closely, looking around from time to time. The city was deserted and deserted. No one knew if there was a Jie Xiu hiding in the dark and waiting.

Get out of Fangshi.

Even when I arrived at Chunman Garden, I was not attacked.

Shen Ping and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

When she smelled the strong smell of powder, Matchmaker Zeng had already come out. She glanced at Yu Yan and Mu Jin, and said with a warm smile, "Master Shen Fu, please come in quickly."

First came to the private room.

Matchmaker Zeng drank spiritual tea and said, "Master Shen Fu, three of you."

Shen Ping took out more than a dozen auxiliary second-level talismans, and then took out the remaining soul protection talismans.

"Fellow Daoist Zeng, please take more care of me."

As he spoke, he quietly placed a thunder talisman in his hand, and a hint of spiritual light emerged from between his fingers.

Matchmaker Zeng's eyes jumped and she quickly covered Shen Ping's palm, stood up and said, "There are other fellow Taoists who haven't come yet. I'll go to the door to have a look."

moment.

Shen Ping just walked out of the private room and glanced at Matchmaker Zeng who followed him to the entrance of Chunman Garden.

Take the thunder talisman.

Matchmaker Zeng had a smile on her face and said through the message: "Master Shen Fu, someone will take you to Yunshan Swamp later. Remember, when choosing a flying boat, you must choose a purple sword-shaped flying boat!"

The two briefly communicated a few words.

Shen Ping was alert.

He was a little unsure of what Matchmaker Zeng said, but for now he could only choose to believe it.

I hope that thunder talisman can be useful!

About half an hour passed.

The sky outside was completely dark, and the entire city was glowing with a strange bloody light.

The backyard of Chunmanyuan.

At this time, more than a hundred monks gathered.

Some of them had a strong smell of blood, some were nervous, and some were as vigilant as Shen Ping.

Not a moment.

Several monks wearing black robes and blood-colored masks appeared at the entrance of the backyard. They exuded a faint spiritual pressure, and they were obviously foundation-building monks.

"Everyone is following closely."

"If you fall behind, tsk tsk, don't blame us."

Finished.

These foundation-building monks stepped on the magic weapon and soared into the sky.

Boo hoo hoo.

Shen Ping grabbed Yu Yan and Mu Jin and quickly followed them.

The powerful spiritual power of the eighth level of Qi training was not difficult at all to control the flying magic weapon, and other casual cultivators followed closely behind.

Covered in blood.

Yunshanfang gradually became smaller and smaller.

With the foundation-building monks leading the team, they didn't encounter any attacks along the way, but after reaching the sky above Yunshan Swamp, all the monks' expressions became solemn. The monsters in Yunshan Swamp don't care whether you are foundation-building or not.

As it goes deeper.

From time to time, a casual cultivator would groan and fall before he could react.

The foundation-building monks in front didn't even look at it.

Mu Jin nervously clutched Shen Ping's clothes, her body's protective amulet shining brightly.

now.

Shen Ping didn't care about the others and patted his waist. The light shield of the armor spirit talisman enveloped the three of them. Such a thick spiritual light attracted the attention of many casual cultivators. Even the foundation-building monks in front glanced here from the corner of their eyes. .

Bang bang!

Some monks reacted quickly and evaded the sudden attack by the monsters on the swamp ground. Some monks were unable to dodge but had rich fighting experience and quickly followed the team again.

Shen Ping, however, had armored spirit talisman defense and was unharmed even after being attacked two or three times.

"This is the direction of the Jinyang Sect's underground mineral veins!"

Yu Yan sent a message, "Be careful."

Shen Ping frowned.

What was Chun Manyuan taking them to the underground mines for?

The night is getting darker.

The number of monks following the team has shrunk from hundreds to less than half.

Mu Jin's pretty face turned pale.

She knew that if it weren't for Shen Ping's armor spirit talisman, she wouldn't be able to reach the depths of Yunshan swamp even if she paid thirty soul protection talismans.

"The front is here!"

Not long after, the voice of the foundation-building monk rang out.

All the casual cultivators who were still alive breathed a sigh of relief.

Whizzing.

The light of the magic weapon under their feet retracted, and Shen Ping and others landed on the top floor of the pavilion built by Jinyang Sect in the mineral vein area. They saw three small flying boats on the edge, and the flying boats were already crowded with monks.

See the numbness beneath those jet black hair.

Shen Ping was shocked.

"Get on the ship quickly!"

The foundation-building monk urged, "Each flying boat can only accommodate twelve people. When it is full, just wait here for the next batch!"

Hear this.

The monk who was still alive hurriedly dodged his light and rushed towards the flying boat.

Shen Ping led Yu Yan and Mu Jin towards the purple sword-shaped flying boat on the left, and landed inside the flying boat. He felt a little more at ease.

At this time, Yu Yan held Shen Ping's wrist with some force.

He raised his eyes and followed his gaze, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Fellow Daoist Su.

He didn't expect to see fellow Daoist Su from Hongliu Lane here.

The other party also seemed to notice Shen Ping and Yu Yan, and the numbness in his eyes gained a hint of color.

The flying boat did not start and continued to wait.

About a cup of tea.

Several black-robed and bloody-masked figures flew out of the underground mines, and then landed directly on the purple sword-shaped flying boat.

boom!

Trembling.

The three flying boats suddenly turned into rainbow lights of different colors and flew towards the direction of Shiwan Mountain.

The surviving monks, including Shen Ping, were all shocked and confused.

There are more monsters in the Hundred Thousand Mountain Mountain.

It is very difficult to cross. Only the defensive array of a large flying boat can withstand the attack of monsters. Once a small flying boat like Chunmanyuan is attacked by monsters, it is difficult to ensure safety.

But no one dared to question it at this time.

Several hours passed.

The long dark night ushered in a little dawn. The light in the distant sky bloomed from the night sky, and the scenery below the flying boat became clear.

I saw majestic and majestic rolling mountains shrouded in clouds and mist, and from time to time there were roars of monster beasts. Some of the roars carried a powerful aura and pressure, making the flying boat tremble and teeter on the verge of collapse.

But what was surprising was that not a single monster attacked the flying boat.

that's all.

The three flying boats quickly crossed the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

All the monks' tense spirits gradually relaxed a bit. If the flying boat hadn't been too crowded, Shen Ping would have wanted to sit down cross-legged.

"Senior, where is my sister?"

Hear the voice transmission.

Shen Ping subconsciously looked in front of the flying boat and saw a monk in black robes and a blood-colored mask turning around, his eyes filled with familiar suppressed anger.

"Qingyang City!"

He was surprised and immediately replied.

Brother Bai Yuying was startled, the anger in his eyes disappeared instantly, and he burst into gratitude, "Thank you, senior, I didn't expect that I could come out of the Yunshan swamp alive. Senior, don't worry, this purple flying boat can leave safely, and that purple pearl There should be no need to use it anymore, but senior it’s best to keep it, maybe it will be useful in the future.”

Shen Ping's heart finally calmed down, and he hurriedly asked, "Where is the purple flying boat going?"

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If you can't wait, you can save it. This book must be written slowly and go through your head.