Chapter 101: Mortals cannot practice cultivation

Late at night.

The bed swaying ends.

The wives and concubines were too tired to move.

Shen Ping opened the virtual panel and took a quick look. His talismans, spiritual roots, puppeteer, spiritual awareness, resistance to spells, lifespan and physique were all increasing.

The improvement of spiritual awareness and physical fitness is relatively slow.

Although physical fitness can enhance endurance and expand the meridians, it must be done through immersive dual cultivation to be effective. He has tried it many times, but it is difficult to achieve this effect on his wives and concubines. Only when he is having sex with Yu Yan can he occasionally gain physical fitness.

However, what Shen Ping values ​​most is spiritual awareness.

He had achieved a breakthrough to the upper second level in the art of talismans two years ago, and now his spiritual power has been refined to 80%. If he continues to practice at this pace, his spiritual power will be truly perfect by the end of the year at the latest, and only his spiritual consciousness will be left at that time.

Looking at the spiritual consciousness that is still quite far from the middle stage of foundation building.

Shen Ping frowned.

If a cultivator is over sixty years old and tries to build his foundation, the chance of failure is very high. Unless he has the assistance of various rare treasures and takes foundation-building pills to protect his foundation, he will still fail.

Although his life span continued to increase, he still did not want to build his foundation after he was sixty years old. The ideal time in his mind was before he was fifty-five.

“Three years!”

“I’m afraid it’s difficult!”

He sighed in his heart. Even if he increased the number of dual cultivation sessions with Yu Yan every day, it would still be a stretch.

"Husband."

At this time.

Wang Yun, who was breathing evenly, suddenly opened her eyes.

Shen Ping came back to his senses and touched his wife's hair, saying softly, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I have been thinking about something these days."

Wang Yun said softly.

"What's up."

"I have been married to my husband for nearly ten years. In another four years, I will be thirty."

Wang Yun held Shen Ping's arm and lowered her head and continued, "In the mortal world, women become old at 30, old women at 50, and white hair at 60. Although I have martial arts skills, and I often take elixirs, and I also have the Dingyan Pill given by my husband to keep my face young, I can, can..."

Speaking of this.

Wang Yun's eyes were blurred with tears, and her voice was nasal. "After all, I am just a mortal. It is difficult for me to accompany my husband until the end of his life. The spiritual date tree is growing day by day, but my life span is decreasing day by day. My husband is a sentimental person. Instead of, instead of making my husband sad, it is better to..."

Shen Ping suddenly interrupted, "Yun'er, your husband will not let you leave!"

He reached out his palm and wiped away the tears from his wife's eyes.

He said emphatically, "Absolutely not!"

There is no gold frame.

His wife has a place in his heart.

The moment Yunshanfang presented the flying boat.

Shen Ping understood his own heart. Although he knew that this feeling was the result of long-term affection, no matter what kind of feeling it was, it could not erase Wang Yun's position.

"You are my wife."

"The first wife."

He lowered his head and kissed Wang Yun on the forehead. This was the first time he expressed his feelings.

The tears in Wang Yun's eyes were flowing like a spring, until at this moment the worry in the deepest part of her heart completely disappeared.

She smiled happily, "My husband, you once said that you would hold my hand and grow old together. Yun'er is willing to stay with you even when her hair turns white."

She kept repeating this and finally fell into a sweet sleep.

The golden frame did not change, but the shining golden light became deeper.

This night.

Ordinary and common.

The night sky is bright and starry.

The beginning of the Mao hour.

The steam rising from the wooden barrel in the wing room.

Shen Ping looked calm.

Seeing that he was not interested, Yu Yan couldn't help but ask, "Husband seems to be worried about something?"

Shen Ping shook his head, and then said in a rare low voice, "Is it true that mortals cannot practice cultivation?"

Yu Yan was stunned.

Soon, silence fell.

She really wanted to say something to comfort him, but the words couldn't come out.

It is common knowledge in the cultivation world that mortals without spiritual roots cannot practice cultivation, and even those great Nascent Soul cultivators cannot change this.

"It only adds to my troubles."

"The future will be decided in the future!"

Shen Ping suddenly laughed, and then, amid the rippling sound of water, he approached, looked at the sweet grapefruit, gritted his teeth and said, "Today I will smooth your path!"

He seemed to be feeling depressed.

Yu Yan's charming tongue traced the line of her lips, and she said provocatively, "You want to erase my great Dao, Fellow Daoist Shen, can you do it?"

No response.

Only the heavy Taoism was fighting.

…

Early February.

Senior Fu from next door once again invited Shen Ping and Yu Yan to his courtyard for a drink.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Several visits.

Shen Ping knew that Senior Fu was a cultivator who loved delicious food and wine just like himself. However, although Senior Fu's Taoist partner looked gentle and graceful, she actually had a very strong personality and could often suppress Senior Fu with just a few words, leaving him unable to refute.

"Fellow Daoist Shen."

"Yu Daoyou."

Beneath the wooden frame entwined with green vines.

Several people sat around the stone platform. Senior Fu smiled and raised his glass, "This is the nectar wine I brewed recently. Please enjoy it."

Shen Ping raised his head and drank a glass, tasting it carefully before saying, "This wine seems to be the same as the last time at Qingyang Lake..."

He didn't finish his words.

Senior Fu smiled with satisfaction, "Fellow Daoist Shen is truly an expert in wine connoisseurship. Yes, this wine is exactly the same as the Binglu Yuzhen wine I made."

Shen Ping was a little embarrassed.

He was really just giving a polite compliment, but he didn't expect Senior Fu to take it seriously.

Senior Le glared at his Taoist partner with a gentle face and said hurriedly, "This wine is not as good as the Ice Dew Jade Treasure Wine. Daoist Fellow Shen, please don't exaggerate, otherwise my Taoist partner might believe it."

Shen Ping nodded repeatedly.

Had a few drinks.

A few blushes appeared on Yu Yan's cheeks. After all, this nectar wine was carefully brewed by Senior Fu. Although it did not have half the effect of the Ice Dew Jade Treasure Wine, it would be unbearable for a Qi training level 7 cultivator to drink too much.

Shen Ping was able to continue, but his words were a little drunk.

Senior Fu hesitated for a moment and asked, "I wonder if Fellow Daoist Shen and Senior Chong have a close relationship?"

Hearing this.

Shen Ping understood in his heart. After the last banquet at Qingyang Lake, this Senior Fu had been visiting more frequently. He guessed that something must be going on, and now it turned out to be true.

He paused for a moment.

He replied: "Senior Chong is a cheerful and enthusiastic person, I just flatter him."

Senior Fu looked disappointed.

But his Taoist partner Senior Le smiled warmly, "Fellow Daoist Shen is too modest. At the last banquet on the painted boat, even Senior Chong's disciples had never drunk the Ice Dew Jade Treasure Wine. This friendship is probably more than just acquaintance. It's like this, my little girl has a strong spiritual root aptitude, but she prefers fighting, and the skills she practices have some connection with Senior Chong."

"So when Senior Chong comes back, can you please ask Daoist Fellow Shen to introduce him to me so that my daughter can become his disciple?"

Shen Ping asked in confusion, "This, becoming a disciple is a good thing. With the cultivation of the two seniors, plus the friendship with Senior Chong, it shouldn't be difficult, right?"

Can be invited to a small dinner.

He must have some relationship with Chongji.

Senior Fu smiled bitterly and said bluntly, "Fellow Daoist Shen, Senior Chong's requirements for accepting disciples are not very strict, except for one thing: ordinary looks."

Shen Ping subconsciously glanced to the side, and caught a glimpse of the girl standing in the door frame and listening secretly. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he wanted to say that girls change a lot when they grow up, and she might not be as cute as she is now in a few years, but in the end he did not say it.

After thinking carefully, he replied, "Senior Chong will not be back for a few years. If I see you then, I will try to mention it and see if there will be a follow-up. You two should not hold too high expectations."

It would be too embarrassing to refuse directly.

Shen Ping could only say this euphemistically.

Fortunately, this Taoist couple who were building their foundation also understood and did not continue the topic.

More than ten days after the drink.

Shen Ping, who was making talismans, received a very unexpected message.

He stopped writing.

Looking at the flashing communication symbol, "Chun Manyuan is here."

(End of this chapter)