Chapter 11 Let's rent together (please collect)

Shen Ping felt a great sense of accomplishment. Being able to reach the conditions for a breakthrough so quickly was the result of his daily hard work and countless efforts in purchasing tonic ingredients.

Just saw the cramped room.

This sense of accomplishment suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Life is so poor.

What's there to be proud of? I took a deep breath.

He walked towards the cubicle.

Meditation, making talismans...started a fulfilling yet boring life every day.

Because the dual spiritual roots of gold and wood were upgraded to the middle grade.

In addition to making talismans, practicing dual cultivation, and suppressing toxicity every day, he also had to take out some extra time to meditate and practice. His time, which was already limited, suddenly became tight.

So Shen Ping moved the exercise that was originally planned for lunch break to the evening. This meant that after each sexual intercourse, he could only rest for half a cup of tea before continuing.

"Once the toxins in the body are eliminated, one and a half hours can be saved every day."

Shen Ping gritted his teeth and persisted.

In fact, if he gave up resting after late at night, he would still have plenty of time, but considering the mental state of his wives and concubines, he gave up the idea.

Fishing in a thirsty pond will destroy the ecological environment.

The days passed one by one.

His experience in the art of talismans and his dual spiritual roots of gold and wood have been slowly improving.

Since the death of the robber cultivator, there have been no more incidents in the alleys near the Red Stone River, and everyone's lives have gradually returned to their previous peace.

Mid-June.

A large flying boat of the Jinyang Sect hovered over the edge of the market town, and a large number of cultivators filed out from it. These were recruited from the market town in the main sect's area, as well as from the cultivation families and cities.

Shen Ping first came to Yunshan Swamp on such a flying boat.

Twenty years of pioneering.

This area has gradually been controlled by the Jinyang Sect. Almost every five or ten years, several batches of cultivators are transported here from the main sect.

Of course, more than 80% of those who come to Yunshan Swamp are cultivators like Shen Ping who have ordinary qualifications and no hope of building a foundation. The remaining 20% ​​are those who are ambitious to make a name for themselves, or come here to seek opportunities or to establish a cultivation family.

The next afternoon.

When Shen Ping was making talismans in the compartment, he heard the sound of strong spiritual power coming from outside.

"I am the deacon of the Jinyang Sect!"

"Everyone who's staying in the house, come out and show your heads!"

Brush.

The rows of houses in Hongliu Lane opened one after another.

Shen Ping also walked out of the house, his eyes fell on the Jinyang Sect's outer sect deacon who was not far away. Behind him was a team of patrolling monks. Those who could serve as patrolling monks in the market town needed to be at least at the seventh level of Qi training and have good combat capabilities.

moment.

After the Jinyang Sect's steward estimated that everyone had come out, he said, "From today on, the annual rental fee for Red Willow Lane will be increased to fifty low-grade spirit stones. Those who are short of the rent should go to the steward's hall in the market to make up for it. For those who have already paid several years' rent in advance, the rent will be deducted according to the current increase in price later."

"The deadline is half a month."

"No waiting after the time limit."

After saying.

The Jinyang Sect steward led the patrol guards to check the rooms while walking towards the next alley.

After they left.

Yu Yan immediately complained, "This is too much, the price has increased so much all of a sudden, and Hongliu Lane is not even next to the main road, but they actually want half a middle-grade spirit stone, are they going to let us live!"

The monks not far away also echoed the voice.

"Yes, it has more than doubled, and is almost catching up with the alleys near the main road."

"The days ahead will be even harder!"

"Alas, this is a matter of time. A large vein of fire gold has been discovered in Yunshan Swamp. If the news spreads, more cultivators will surely come here. In other areas, a vein can support tens of thousands of cultivators!"

"The group of monks yesterday was just the beginning. In the future, there will be more and more."

Listen to these discussions.

Shen Ping's brows were furrowed into a shape of a "川" (river).

If it was more than a year ago, he would have moved out without saying a word. He could not afford the fifty low-grade spirit stones every year, but now he could earn this amount with just four amulets. Even so, he still felt worried.

Because there will be more monks in the market in the future.

Once there are too many monks, chaos is inevitable.

Hongliu Lane is located on the outskirts of the city.

Even if the rent price rises to fifty, Jinyang Sect will not increase the number of patrol guards to guard this place.

"Friend Shen, do you want to go and pay the rent together?"

At this time.

Yu Yan from next door invited him.

Shen Ping came back to his senses and nodded quickly. Every time he went out, it was a test of life and death. With Yu Yan, a female cultivator of the fifth level of Qi training, accompanying him, his sense of security soared.

He immediately went back to the house and talked to his wives and concubines, then closed the door and followed Yu Yan to the market. During this time, other cultivators also joined the team.

Before reaching the main road, the team had grown to twenty or thirty monks.

There were many teams in other alleys just like them, all going to pay their rent.

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

It is rare to pay several years' rent at once.

After all, no one knows when one will die.

Step onto the main road.

Everyone looked much more relaxed and some started chatting with each other.

When we arrived at the Deacon Hall in the market town, there were so many monks that they lined up in a long queue.

Shen Ping and the others could only follow behind.

They waited for more than an hour, and it was almost evening when it was finally their turn.

Originally, he was thinking of going to Xiuchun Pavilion to sell the talismans in the storage bag and buy some materials, but he gave up the idea in this situation.

Pay the rent.

Only after returning to Hongliu Lane did the team disperse and go back to their homes.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, Red Willow Lane is in the outskirts after all, and not as safe as the market town. Would you like to consider renting a room together in the market town?"

Just as Shen Ping was about to go back to the house, Yu Yan spoke.

His face froze.

Looking at Yu Yan's slightly pretty face and rather voluptuous body.

My mind is full of subconscious thoughts.

But soon he laughed dryly, "Yu Daoyou, I have wives and concubines to support, it is really inconvenient, and the housing prices in the market are probably going to rise a lot."

After saying.

Just quickly open the door.

A disdainful voice immediately came from my ear, "You are so cowardly. I am not even happy to let you sleep for nothing."

Close the door.

Shen Ping secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Being a widow living alone is just too scary.

How dare he provoke.

However, Fellow Daoist Yu proposed to share a house in the market town, which shows that she has some savings. It is possible that she was the one who really killed the robbery cultivator.

"Husband, the rental prices in Hongliu Lane have increased. Why don't we move to Ningshui Lane next year? The prices there are much lower."

While eating.

Bai Yuying gave considerate advice.

Wang Yun also echoed, "Yes, husband, you work hard all day long, and sister Yuying and I really can't bear it. We don't mind living a poor life. As long as we can have your company, we will be satisfied."

Shen Ping held his wife's wrist and said gently, "Don't worry, I am a mid-level talisman master, and I can still afford to live in Hongliu Lane. Ying'er, you must not fall behind in your daily practice. If you don't have any spirit stones, just tell me."

Ningshui Lane is already on the edge of the city. Almost all the people there are low-level Qi training cultivators. It is in chaos all year round, and murders and robberies occur every day.

If he moved there, he might be able to protect his wives and concubines with the help of the talismans, but it would also attract covetousness. Who knows, one day when he goes out to sell talismans, he might be surrounded and killed by a group of monks.

After dinner.

Shen Ping took out the communication talisman, poured spiritual energy into it to activate it, and asked, "Manager Chen, how much is the current rental price of houses in the market?"

(End of this chapter)