Chapter 20 Bad News
Rest for five full days.
Shen Ping walked out of the house again.
The warm morning sunlight was a little dazzling. He looked at the jujube tree in front of the door and smelled the scent of jujube flowers. However, before he could absorb it for a moment, the familiar scent of bath water spread across the street.
"Friend Yu, what kind of mixture are these petals you use for bathing made of? They are so dense even when I'm upwind!"
He asked with a smile.
We have been neighbors for so many years, but this is the first time I ask.
Yu Yan was stunned for a moment, then pinched her waist and twisted her body, "Oh, you are so bold today, do you want to come into my room, there is still half a bucket in it, I can smell it carefully."
Shen Ping immediately stopped arguing. He had never won an argument with this widow, after all, the widow always used violence instead of words.
I don't dare to use real guns and ammunition, and I always lack confidence.
Yu Yan curled her lips. She knew that this middle-aged neighbor was not very powerful.
Just about to go back to the house.
Shen Ping then asked, "Do you have time, Brother Yu?"
"have."
Yu Yan replied, "Why, you want to go to the market? Fellow Daoist Shen, there's something wrong with you. It's only been five days."
She couldn't help but look Shen Ping up and down.
I wondered if I took the wrong medicine.
Shen Ping said awkwardly, "Fellow Daoist Yu, I'm going to the market town to do some work. The deacon hall will finish the formalities in two days. If I don't go now, it will be too late!"
Yu Yan didn't react for a while, until Shen Ping asked her to get ready and go to handle the formalities together, she widened her eyes and said, "Fellow Daoist Shen, do you have a quota?"
Shen Ping nodded, "Didn't I say last time that I met an elder and shamelessly asked for a spot?"
Yu Yan asked suspiciously, "Really?"
"There's no need to lie to you about this."
"Hurry up and get ready. If you get up early, you can come back for lunch. There won't be many monks coming over to handle the formalities in the next few days."
Yu Yan suddenly burst into laughter, her body trembling, "Great, Fellow Daoist Shen, you have become more and more promising in your middle age. Wait for me, right away!"
Less than half a cup of tea.
Yu Yan finished dressing up, put on her robe and went out again.
"Share a room."
"Six and four, I'll take six and you take four."
She said with a smile.
Shen Ping looked into her eyes and had no doubt that if he still followed the previous co-renting agreement, the other party would definitely close the door tightly.
"OK."
Yu Yan smiled brightly, "Let's go."
The two of them walked all the way to the Deacon Hall of the market town without saying anything.
There were not many monks at the entrance of the hall, only a dozen or so people lined up.
Didn't wait long.
Shen Ping walked in.
Yu Yan was waiting on the side. Her tense nerves relaxed and her eyes flashed with surprise. She didn't expect that her neighbor Shen Daoyou, who rarely went out, could actually get a place in a medium-sized courtyard.
You know.
She fought hard to join that team.
But even so, the quota was just given by others as alms and could be taken back at any time, and she couldn't even refute a word.
"Is there really such a thing as bringing good fortune to one's husband?"
She subconsciously thought of Shen Ping's situation. It seemed that his life had been getting better and better since he got married and took in a concubine.
Now I have even gotten to know those seniors who can give me places.
…
Inside the Jinyang Sect's outer sect steward hall.
"Next."
The deacon said expressionlessly.
Shen Ping walked forward and handed over the Jinyang Sect wooden plaque.
The deacon took a quick look and sat up straight, "A place in the Zhenbao Building?"
Shen Ping nodded.
"Which courtyard do you want to rent, fellow Taoist?"
The deacon's face became more enthusiastic. "The medium-sized courtyard is divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower. The spiritual veins connected to the upper level are better. There is a small spiritual gathering array in the house. The spiritual energy is second only to the single-family courtyard in the market."
“The lower and middle levels are a little worse.”
Shen Ping didn't expect there would be such a division. He thought quickly in his mind and said, "Master Steward, I will choose a house with a small courtyard on the lower level."
It would be too conspicuous for him to rent an upper-level house when he was at the fourth level of Qi training, while a middle-level house would actually be more suitable. However, considering the strength of his wives and concubines, he still chose the lower level.
Although the concentration of spiritual energy is a little low, it is worth it as long as it does not cause too much unnecessary speculation.
Moreover, he said that he had asked for the favor from an elder. If the elder was of upper-middle level, then this relationship was not just a simple favor.
The deacon glanced at Shen Ping again, "Are you sure?"
"Sure!"
"good."
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
The deacon smiled and said, "Pay fifteen mid-grade spirit stones and press your handprint on this wooden sign. Once you enter the house, a formation will remember your aura. No one else can enter the house except you. In addition, the wooden sign can be pressed with a handprint up to five times."
"If it exceeds five times, you need to come here to exchange for a wooden sign and pay more fees."
Shen Ping understood and immediately paid one year's rent.
Complete the formalities.
The deacon continued, "In mid-June, the courtyard will be officially unbanned, and you can move in then. Your number plate is on the wooden sign, so if you lose it, you can get a new one."
Shen Ping cupped his hands, "Thank you for the reminder, Master Deacon."
Walk out of the lobby.
Seeing Yu Yan waiting nearby, he handed over the wooden sign and said, "It's done. Put your handprint on it, and you can enter and exit the house freely from now on."
Yu Yan quickly responded, smiling, "Tsk tsk, if I had known that Fellow Daoist Shen had this connection, I wouldn't have had to work so hard. That Qi guy has been trying to trip me up many times, and last time he took advantage of Fellow Daoist Gao to force me to share the house. Haha, when I was going through the formalities, I took the initiative to give up the opportunity and gave all the places to that Qi guy!"
"Fifteen mid-grade spirit stones a year!"
She gritted her teeth as she spoke, "She'll have to work harder in the future!"
Fellow Daoist Qi is also at the fifth level of Qi training, but his aura is obviously not as solid and strong as Yu Yan's. If he wants to earn fifteen mid-grade spirit stones, he really has to work hard.
As for what direction to work towards.
That depends on different people’s opinions.
Of course, the other party can also find someone else to share the rent with, but that may not satisfy Mr. Gao.
Yu Yan curled her lips and said, "I have quit that team. My life will be difficult in the future. Fellow Daoist Shen, since we have been neighbors for many years, you must sell me some talismans at a low price in the future."
Shen Ping said seriously, "Don't worry, I will definitely give it to you according to the market price in the market!"
After saying that, he took out two amulets.
"Yes, the old rules."
Yu Yan snatched it away and rolled her eyes, "How stingy! Once we move to Fang City, we won't be able to get such a good job in the future!"
He left Shen Ping with a head of jet-black hair and walked forward gracefully.
"Friend Yu, don't walk so fast, wait for me!"
…
The following days.
Shen Ping once again entered a boring but fulfilling life.
Making talismans, dual cultivation, and meditation.
I feel exhausted both mentally and physically every day.
But he enjoyed it.
Mid-May.
News came from the depths of Yunshan Swamp that the large Yanjin mine had finally been opened up after a group of cultivators risked their lives to open up the way! Jinyang Sect immediately dispatched more than ten foundation-building cultivators and hundreds of disciples to Yunshan Swamp, preparing to establish a safe route on the opened road.
This day.
The prices of talismans, pills, magic tools, etc. in the market finally stopped rising and fell sharply the next day. Among them, the flame talisman returned to its original price.
Shen Ping sighed and didn't eat for two whole meals.
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PS: Let me tell you, everyone said to be a little more restrained in this chapter, and sometimes the paragraphs will disappear together ╯□╰.
(End of this chapter)