Chapter 199 I am no longer myself

The space around the warm-colored phantom of the Supreme Throne continued to tremble and twist, and the sea water around the deserted island was even more turbulent. Until the waves calmed down, the space remained silent.

Time passes by little by little.

When the setting sun casts a fiery red glow along the sea surface.

That gentle voice finally sounded, "Junior brother, although there are only you and I left in our lineage, the blood of our master and his men was shed across the five continents and four seas. This place is our destination, so no matter what, the five continents and four seas must not be lost!"

Her voice was unusually cold.

The head of Chun Man Yuan said calmly: "I understand."

The words fell.

The shadow of the bloody throne gradually faded.

Just as it was about to disappear, a gentle voice asked again: "How much time is left before the ancient blood-colored formation is activated?"

"Fifteen years... maybe even shorter!"

"Do you still want to break through the barrier?"

As the blood disappeared, there was no longer any echo in this sea space.

Wen Runsheng gritted her teeth and cursed inwardly for being paranoid, frowning. The strength of the head of Chunmanyuan was only slightly weaker than hers. If they really took action, she was not sure she could trap her junior brother. Even if she used the white jade tower left by her master, she could only suppress him at most.

“Time is running out!”

Finally, with a helpless sigh, the Warm Color Supreme Throne left.

…

Wei State.

Yunshan Swamp is on the edge of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

The silver-white cloud boat quickly traveled between the mist-shrouded mountains. Shen Ping and his wives and concubines looked down at the scenery passing by below, their emotions fluctuating slightly.

This is the area reclaimed by the Jinyang Sect.

It carries too many memories for them.

Although there is warmth and companionship, there is more pain and struggle in practicing at the bottom level.

"Husband."

"Yunshanfang is almost here."

Yu Yan pursed her lips and held Shen Ping's palm tightly with her fair hand.

The same is true for Wang Yun and Bai Yuying.

They stared ahead without blinking. Beyond the mountains was Yunshanfang, where they had lived for a long time.

Mu Jin looked at the broad figure in front of her, and couldn't help but recall the past in Yunshanfang. When she first met her husband, he was just a third-level Qi training talisman master. Every time he went to Zhenbaolou to sell talismans, he was very careful. When facing her, an external member of Zhenbaolou, he never dared to glance at her more than a few times...

Being on guard against the levees was his normal state.

However, now, only a few decades have passed, and my husband has not only successfully established his foundation, but has also been promoted to a core member of the Zhenbao Tower, and is accompanied by two real people in the late Jindan stage.

This change in circumstances is truly earth-shaking.

As several people's thoughts drifted.

The cloud boat passed the last mountain.

The vast Yunshan Swamp suddenly came into view.

As the escaping light gets closer.

Swamp monsters, large mineral veins, Chenjiafang City... These familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar scenes brought Shen Ping and his wives and concubines' thoughts back to the days when they were practicing at the bottom of society.

moment.

We have arrived at Yunshanfang, which is like a small city! The light of escape has withdrawn.

Shen Ping and others landed at the end of the main road of Yunshanfang.

brush.

Suddenly, many eyes and spiritual consciousness came over to detect, but when they sensed the powerful spiritual pressure and foundation-building spiritual pressure, and even the unfathomable pressure of magic power, all the eyes and spiritual consciousness quickly shrank back, and everyone hurriedly bowed.

His face showed panic and anxiety.

They never expected that there was a Jindan Zhenren among this group of people. Strong men like these would usually arrive directly at Jinyang Sect or the prosperous area of ​​the market town, and would rarely appear on the edge of the market town.

Shen Ping did not bother with these wandering cultivators. Instead, he restrained his breath and walked along the main road towards the market town.

Pei Huoyu and Qiu Ying looked at the Qi-cultivating monks around them, the vigilance on their faces faded a little, and at the same time, they restrained the fluctuations of their magic power.

The main road goes further inside.

The number of independent cultivators coming and going gradually increased.

"The last three amulets, hurry up!"

"Fellow Daoist, come and take a look at the elixir. It was made by a mid-level alchemist, so the quality is guaranteed."

"Magic weapons, various grades of magic weapons, cultivators who need them, come and take a look."

Close to Shimen, Fangshi.

The hawking sounds from the stalls on both sides could be heard one after another.

Many independent practitioners gathered in front of the stall, making the place look quite lively.

Bai Yuying pulled Wang Yun closer.

The vendor had a keen eye. Seeing the robes they were wearing, he said enthusiastically, "Two seniors, the elixirs here are of excellent quality. They are definitely worth the money for training the younger generation. Would you like to buy five bottles or three?"

Wang Yun shook her head embarrassedly: "We don't buy it."

The vendor added, "If you buy five bottles, I'll give you two for free!"

Wang Yun exclaimed.

Bai Yuying glared at the vendor, "You bastard, I told you I don't want to buy anything, but you don't understand."

The vendor shrank his head and said with an apologetic smile, "Please forgive me, senior."

Bai Yuying pulled Wang Yun to the next stall.

Looking at the wives and concubines, they seemed to have regained some of their former liveliness.

Shen Ping couldn't help but slow down his pace.

But as he walked, his brows began to frown slightly, because he found it difficult for him to fit in with such a lively scene like his wives and concubines.

Walking on the familiar main road again.

He is more like a bystander, a passer-by.

The spiritual life around him was drifting away from him.

Standing in front of the stone gate of Fangshi.

Raise your eyes.

The three big characters "Yunshanfang" are still vigorous and powerful.

But when Shen Ping looked at the font written by Jin Dan, he no longer felt the dizziness he had when he first saw it.

"I'm different now."

He murmured.

There was a hint of confusion in his expression.

Pei Huoyu, who was accompanying him, noticed Shen Ping's disordered mood, but she did not say anything and just stayed with him quietly.

What is Yunshanfang?

She doesn't know.

But she knew that this place must be deeply connected with Shen Ping, and it might even be a memory that he could not let go of. Only a place like this could easily cause his emotions to fluctuate.

Although cultivators place great emphasis on their realm, their state of mind is equally important.

Shen Ping rarely encounters such emotional problems. For him, it is both a difficulty and an opportunity.

Step over it.

When he breaks through the Nascent Soul stage one day, he will be able to easily break through the inner demon tribulation.

If you can't understand and wake up.

Then this life will be deeply troubled by the bondage of this memory.

Walk into the market.

Xiuchun Pavilion.

Futang.

Illustration shops... He stopped at those places that were once familiar to him. Although the shops were still there, it was difficult to see the old friends anymore.

Shen Ping walked even slower.

Until almost the You hour.

He finally arrived at the street entrance of Yunhe Lane.

"Husband."

"Are you all right?"

Yu Yan noticed Shen Ping's low mood and asked.

Wang Yun and Bai Yuying all looked over.

They were previously immersed in the familiar memory scene and did not pay attention to anything else.

Take a look at this time.

I immediately felt the difference in Shen Ping's mood.

Wang Yun hurried forward and took Shen Ping's arm, and said worriedly: "Husband, it's Yun'er's fault. She only cared about herself."

Bai Yuying hugged her other arm, "Did my husband remember something bad?"

"I'm fine."

“It’s just that I look back on the past and have some feelings.”

Shen Ping shook his head and said.

Hearing this.

The wives and concubines felt somewhat relieved.

They all felt the difficulty of their husbands' cultivation at the bottom of society.

"Let's go."

"House No. 2, Courtyard No. 056, C!"

Shen Ping took a deep breath, looked at the big words "Yunhe Lane", and smiled: "Does your husband still remember the house we lived in?"

Bai Yuying smiled coquettishly and said, "Hehe, I knew my husband would never forget it."

The group immediately stepped into the alley and soon arrived in front of the courtyard.

Just stepped through the door.

Several cultivators in the courtyard sent their spiritual senses over.

Although Shen Ping and the others tried to deliberately restrain their aura of coercion, the robes and various ornaments they wore were all extraordinary. Especially the eyes of the two Jindan Zhenren, Pei Huoyu and Qiu Ying, carried a strong sense of oppression.

Soon, the houses in the courtyard were opened one after another.

"Meet some seniors!"

The monks bowed hastily.

Shen Ping waved his hand casually, then walked to the door of House No. 2. The tenants of this house were a male and a female cultivator, whose cultivation levels were at the eighth and ninth levels of Qi training.

Yu Yan stepped forward first and said, "My two Taoist friends, we would like to stay in this house for two or three days. Could you please help us?"

Speaking of.

She handed each of them a lightning talisman.

See the second-level attack talisman.

The two monks' eyes lit up, and they hurriedly bowed and said, "It is a great honor for you seniors to live in my house, but this house has a formation restriction..."

laugh.

The words haven't finished yet.

Pei Huoyu waved his hand and a golden light flashed, and the formation restrictions in the house instantly shattered.

The man shuddered all over.

Golden elixir!

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

It turned out to be Jindan Zhenren! "A few, a few seniors, please feel free to stay here!"

His voice trembled unnaturally.

The female cultivator beside him waved her hand and said, "No need for the Lightning Talisman. You seniors can stay as long as you want."

Yu Yan smiled and placed two lightning talismans in their palms, comforting them: "Don't panic, we just lived here for a while, and we came back to reminisce. You can come back in two days. As for the formation restrictions of the house, we will leave you a second-level formation plate. What do you think, fellow Taoists?"

"I will follow the orders of my senior."

The two monks took the lightning talisman, suppressed their inner joy and nervousness, and quickly left the yard. As for the items in the house, they were not worried at all. After all, the people in front of them were Jindan Zhenren.

How could such a powerful person possibly be interested in the low-grade materials in their house?

The monks living in the next house were extremely envious.

But they didn't dare to go up and disturb them.

…

late at night.

Shen Ping looked at the bright stars through the skylight, and scenes from the past appeared in front of his eyes, from Hongliu Lane in Yunshanfang, Yunhe Lane, Qinghe Lane, to Huiquan Lane and Tongquan Lane in Qingyang City, and finally Yongyangfang in Lanhai Fairy City.

The people you meet and the things you encounter.

Some are gradually becoming clearer, some are becoming more blurred, and some can never be recalled.

All kinds of past memories keep flashing.

They are interwoven into bits and pieces of his years of practice, settling in his heart.

And the more I look back.

He felt more and more confused.

It seems that I can no longer find my past self, and I can’t see the direction of the future.

When all memory images disappear.

When I came to my senses.

He had been standing under the skylight for half an hour.

call.

suck.

Shen Ping suppressed the many thoughts that arose in his mind, took two deep breaths, and then walked into the main room.

There were only Wang Yun and Bai Yuying in the room.

And the first floor of the house.

Yu Yan frowned, thinking of Shen Ping's depressed mood during the day.

She realized something was wrong.

As soon as I stood up and walked out of the main room, I saw Luo Qing, Qiu Ying, Yin Honglian and Mu Jin all standing quietly.

Pei Huoyu, who was guarding the wooden ladder, said softly, "This is a problem with Fellow Daoist Shen's state of mind. It's best to let him get out of it on his own."

Yu Yan couldn't help but said, "Senior Pei, this, this is okay, what if..."

Pei Huoyu was silent for a moment, then replied: "You have to trust him."

…

In the main room.

Shen Ping listened to the cries of his wives and concubines, and gradually came back to his daze. At this moment, he already knew that there was something wrong with his state of mind. If it was not resolved, not to mention his cultivation, even his dual cultivation, which he was most proud of, would be affected.

Raise your eyes.

He looked at Wang Yun and Bai Yuying, and suddenly asked, "Yun'er, Ying'er, do you think your husband has changed? He is no longer the same person who stayed with you in Hongliu Lane?"

The wives and concubines were all stunned.

Only then did they understand the source of the matter.

Bai Yuying subconsciously prepared to say that nothing had changed, but when she saw Shen Ping's unprecedented serious expression, she swallowed the words back and for a moment she didn't know how to start.

Wang Yun, with her hair full of silver, looked at Shen Ping. She did not respond directly, but straightened up and said softly: "My husband, do you think I am still the Yun'er who used to accompany you?"

Without waiting for Shen Ping to respond.

Wang Yun continued, "I used to be just an ordinary person. Apart from serving my husband, I had nothing to do. Every time my husband went out, I was worried that he would never come back. Later, I moved to Yunhe Lane. Although it was safe, I was even more frightened."

"I was afraid that my husband would get tired of me one day and no longer take good care of me like before. I was even more afraid that he would abandon Yun'er to other cultivators... Yun'er would be like duckweed on the water, which could be blown away by wind and rain at any time."

"And now, Yun'er has changed. She is no longer the mortal person she used to be, and she is no longer the wife who was worried and afraid that her husband would abandon her."

Speaking of this.

She smiled, and reached out her hand to touch Shen Ping's face, with a deep affection in her eyes. "So my husband has indeed changed. He is no longer the talisman master in Hongliu Lane who only knew how to hold your hand and grow old together. He is now the cultivator who would rather risk his own life to send Yun'er out of Yunshanfang. He is the one who has traveled back and forth, and who does not know what price he has paid, in order to reverse Yun'er's destiny of cultivation and never forget his original intention."

"Because of this change, Yun'er no longer has to worry, be fearful, or feel uneasy. She is even more looking forward to what her husband said: we will grow old together and never be separated."

His wife's words rang in Shen Ping's ears like a morning bell.

The feeling of being out of place in Yunshanfang and doubting that I was no longer the same as before slowly faded away, and the direction of the future that I could not see clearly seemed to have been illuminated by a bright light.

The friars will grow.

People also change.

As he was once at the bottom of the spiritual practice, he had to be extremely cautious.

Now that he has successfully built his foundation, he is ranked first on the Potential Dragon List. His talismans, puppets, spiritual roots, physique, magical powers, talents, life force, consciousness... all attributes have made a qualitative leap. Although his cultivation level is not high, his means and strength are no longer comparable to the past.

not to mention.

He has a purple crown, red pink, three golden colors, and a rare and special body. As long as he keeps working hard, sooner or later he will have the confidence to face the five continents and four seas, and even the unknown and terrifying things!

Looking back.

Those years of trepidation and practice at the bottom have become a part of his life.

No need to reminisce.

No need to immerse yourself.

What he needs to do now is to ride the wind and waves and truly take an important step on his path of cultivation.

“Don’t be careless.”

“It can’t be easy.”

"Mo Kuang."

"Mo Lang."

"Stick to your heart and look to the future!"

These thoughts flooded my mind.

Shen Ping suddenly felt relaxed, and the confusion and darkness ahead were swept away.

As long as there are wives and concubines.

As long as he can still work.

No matter how difficult and arduous the road to immortality is, he believes that he will be able to move forward.

"Yun'er!"

"Ying'er!"

"My husband's diamond body is back!"

Hearing this.

A knowing smile immediately appeared on the corners of the wife's lips.

soon.

Under the crystal chandelier.

…

Downstairs in the house.

Pei Huoyu, Yu Yan, Luo Qing, Qiu Ying, Mu Jin, and Yin Honglian all smiled with relief.

Yu Yan crossed her arms and smiled as she said, "The view from the main room is better and the sound is clearer. Sister Qiu, Sister Qing'er... do you want to come with us?"

Qiu Ying, Luo Qing and the others looked at each other and nodded happily.

They all went into the main room.

Sit down cross-legged.

Yu Yan stood at the door, "Where is Senior Pei?"

Pei Huoyu said calmly: "I'll go to the quiet room."

I am destined to be sleepless tonight.

The next day.

Chen time.

The narrow room was filled with the aroma of food.

It was rare that Shen Ping did not meditate and practice, but instead rested and slept until now. He stretched himself refreshed, walked out of the main room, and seeing that his wives and concubines were already seated, he smiled and walked forward to kiss them on the cheek one by one.

"Have a meal!"

As it starts.

While drinking the spiritual rice and lean meat porridge, Shen Pingri reflected on himself and opened the virtual panel.

Just scan.

The properties of various virtual frames are being improved.

The one that improved the fastest was Qiu Ying's wind-type spiritual root. At the current speed, it was not far from the next transformation.

The jade-grade spiritual root allowed him to greatly increase his cultivation speed. If he were to transform again, he would most likely catch up with the growth rate of the blue beast's blood.

After reading.

Just as he was about to put away the panel, he noticed a subtle change.

…

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