Longevity Begins with Marrying a Wife

Chapter 80 Scarlet Sky

Yunshan Swamp.

Deep in underground veins.

The peculiar blood-colored energy conceals all detection.

The fifth floor of Dongfu.

The dark round table depicts bursts of strange lines, each of these lines has grooves, and there are still bloodstains under the traces of time, exuding a pungent blood smell.

At the moment.

More than fifty black-robed monks stood on the strange lines with blood-colored masks.

Not far away, Chunmanyuan Yuanying with strong mana breath said lightly, "I don't know if the "Blood Sea Scripture" practiced by the blood crocodile ancestor before his death can transform the bloodline ceremony. It's good if it succeeds. If it fails, hum This Yunshan is a useless place."

A voice sounded beside him, "The "Blood Sea Scripture" is still a good method, but unfortunately, the blood crocodile ancestor went astray in his practice, but the Jinyang Sect is a bit weird, and the big formation they arranged seems to be similar to the "Blood Sea Scripture". related!"

Chun Manyuan Yuan Ying suddenly laughed, "Golden Patriarch Climbing Ashes, Thanks to his son, he can make up such a story. If Jinyang Patriarch is willing, then Fairy Caiyue will take the initiative to come to the door."

"The sects just want a reason."

"It doesn't matter whether it's true or false."

"Okay, speed up, our every move is likely to be under the nose of that Jinyang Patriarch!"

…

Just entered September.

Yunshanfang became hot and dry.

While Shen Ping was discussing with Yu Yan and Luo Qing whether grapefruit was delicious or peaches were sweeter, shopkeeper Chen sent a message.

Although he said that he would leave Yunshanfang on the Zhenbaolou flying boat in a few days, but after thinking about it, he still went there.

Anyway.

Shopkeeper Chen took care of him a lot in his early days.

This face still has to be given.

"Master Shen Fu!"

Just arrived at the gate of Xiuchun Pavilion.

Shopkeeper Chen in a gray robe warmly greeted him.

Come to the backyard.

Chen Shurong sat under the old pagoda tree to enjoy the shade.

"Senior Chen."

"Master Shen Fu."

greeted each other and sat on wooden benches.

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Chen Shurong said quite apologetically, "The last time I invited Shen Fushi to go to the cave of the ruins, I didn't think carefully. Alas, if I hadn't been protected by Daoist Hong that time, I would have lost an arm."

Shen Ping was startled, even sects like Chen Shurong were in danger, if he went, it would be very difficult for him to come back.

"Fighting is dangerous."

"Be cautious when going out!"

He couldn't help but secretly wake up.

"Senior Chen can escape this catastrophe, and he will surely be blessed in the future."

"Hopefully."

Chen Shurong hesitated for a moment, then lightly opened her lips and said, "Master Shen Fu, our Chen family is going to evacuate the branch sect at the end of the year and return to the main sect. If Master Shen Fu is willing, we can take a flying boat to the main sect together. The Zhenbao Building is in the square. There are also shops in the city.”

If Senior Chen had spoken a few months earlier, Shen Ping would have readily agreed.

but now.

He declined, "I'll tell you the truth, Senior Chen, after a while, I will take the flying boat of Zhenbaolou and leave Yunshan Swamp."

Shopkeeper Chen standing next to him asked in surprise, "Master Shen Fu is leaving so early?"

Shen Ping nodded, "This is the arrangement of Zhenbaolou."

"Don't know where to go?"

"Qingyang City."

Chen Shurong was silent for a while, a look of disappointment flashed between her brows, but she still maintained her politeness and said, "Qingyang City is a comprehension city on the border of Wei State, and it is really good there. It is not difficult to build a foundation with the resources of the Zhenbao Building, but if there is a chance in the future, Shu Rong would like to participate in the foundation-building banquet held by Master Shen Fu."

She still wants to maintain this connection.

Years ago.

Shen Ping is also a middle-grade talisman master at the fourth level of Qi training.

But in just six or seven years, he has grown to be a top-grade talisman master on the eighth level of Qi training, and he has also obtained the Keqing wooden plaque of Zhenbaolou.

Such a change really made Chen Shurong feel emotional.

obviously.

This Master Shen Fu is a person of great fortune.

Shen Ping cupped his hands, "Definitely!"

At this time.

Chen Shurong suddenly frowned slightly, with an apologetic expression on her face, "Wait a minute, the sect sent a message."

She went back to the house and came out soon.

"Master Shen Fu, if you have time someday, you will definitely visit Qingyang City."

"The sect has a call."

Shen Ping hurriedly said, "Senior Chen please."

Farewell to Shopkeeper Chen.

When we returned to the Zhenbaolou area, it was still early.

He simply went to the private room on the second floor and drank Huiling tea. The quality of the spirit tea prepared by Zhenbaolou was not low, and he was reluctant to buy it.

Close your eyes and feel the spiritual power of Dantian.

There was a smile on his face. It was only three months since he broke through the eighth level of Qi training last time, and the spiritual power in his body had grown significantly. This speed made him very satisfied.

Of course the practice is so fast, in addition to the best spiritual root, the most important thing is Xuezhiwan.

This item is really a must for Taoist companions.

Although it is a bit expensive, it is worth the money.

"The puppet master is about to advance to the second rank."

"When you get to Qingyang City, you can try to make a second-order puppet. If you can make it, you will have another power to protect yourself."

Shen Ping pondered.

Although he doesn't like to take risks and fight, he must also prepare the life-saving items he should have. There is a very big difference between having a sword in his hand and not having a sword in his hand.

"Master Shen Fu has been coming to Zhenbaolou more and more recently!"

Mu Jin came to drink Lingcha again.

Shen Ping laughed lightly, "Qinghe Lane is very close to Zhenbao Tower, so naturally we need to walk more."

Mu Jin clicked his tongue a few times and then remained silent.

She glanced at Shen Ping from the corner of her eyes after drinking a cup of spiritual tea, hesitated to speak, and finally bit her lower lip and got up, but just a few steps away, she said via voice transmission, "Master Shen, the little girl has no background and no resources, so The only one I can rely on is myself, please forgive me."

Look at its rounded silhouette.

Shen Ping was silent.

"Second class guest."

The **** that Mu Jin stretched out last time expressed this meaning.

That's why he alienated a little bit.

The minimum requirement for being promoted to second-class guest ministers is to be a foundation-building monk, like Cui Keqing and Luo Keqing. The three talisman levels are not low, but they can still only be third-class guest officials.

The longer you stay in Zhenbaolou, the more you will understand the huge gap between each status. This gap is not only reflected in the maintenance of daily contacts, but also in resources.

Mu Jin is an externally hired monk, her figure and appearance are all selected, but her status is relatively low. She enjoys the treatment of Zhenbaolou.

About this.

Shen Ping can only say that he understands.

Sit for a while.

He got up and went to the wooden shelf on the second floor to buy some puppet materials, and then returned to Qinghe Lane.

Night.

The stars twinkle.

Shen Ping, who was exhausted, called Yu Yan and Luo Qing to the courtyard to enjoy the beauty of the stars.

Meteors flew by.

Yu Yan propped her cheek with half an arm, and said reminiscingly, "The master told me before that the passing of every meteor means that a Nascent Soul will fall from all over the world."

Shen Ping responded casually, "Did your master ever say that if you make a wish on a shooting star, it will come true?"

As he spoke, he silently made a wish in his heart.

I want to eat grapefruit and peaches tonight.

Luo Qing glanced at Shen Ping, "What wish does your husband make?"

"Grapefruit and Peach..."

Shen Ping hurriedly stopped, and said with a dry smile, "My husband is thinking about leaving Yunshanfang as soon as possible."

Yu Yan looked at Shen Ping with a smile.

Luo Qing was more direct, rolled his eyes and was speechless.

Boom~

At this moment, the courtyard of the house suddenly shook.

Dashes of blood shot straight into the sky.

Shen Pingyu Yan suddenly stood up, watching these **** blood intertwined into patches, spreading rapidly.

"problem occurs!"

His heart skipped a beat, and he hastily took out the messenger talisman to send a message to shopkeeper Ding.

And almost at the same moment.

Chenjiafang City.

Yunshan Fang.

One Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Yunshan Swamp.

Everywhere is filled with blood.

For casual cultivators and low-level practitioners who live in houses, the moment blood envelops their bodies, the Sea of ​​Consciousness seems to have a **** crocodile roaring.

The fifth floor of Dongfu.

Chunmanyuan Yuanying cultivator's face changed slightly, "Golden Yang Patriarch is too impatient, he even activated the formation ahead of time!"

"Speed, speed up."

He hurriedly urged.

the third floor.

The Nascent Soul cultivators of the various sects were still trying to figure out how to open the **** stone gate in the depths. After receiving the news from the outside, their faces changed dramatically.

The Nascent Soul Elder of Raksha Demon Valley roared sullenly, "Old thief Jinyang, you are cruel enough!"

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