Chapter 58: Looking at Dead Things
Half a year has passed in a flash.
A small courtyard in Yunhe Lane.
Shen Ping pushed open the wooden window and warm air blew in.
Look up at the clear and clean sky.
He was in a very good mood.
This period of time.
After his intensive and meticulous hard work, although the bonus effect was not improved, he still gained an extra three years of life !
He believed that he could achieve a long lifespan through hard work.
The only drawback is that one has to go out to auction spiritual fluids, buy elixirs that assist in cultivation, sell talismans, and make puppets.
And every time you go out, the danger increases.
Although the market town still looks prosperous and bustling, it is secretly no longer as safe as in previous years. The most obvious thing is that the bloodshed is increasing. Since the Danxia Sect celebration, there have been more than 20 cases of monks being attacked and killed in various alleys. This was very rare in Yunshanfang in the past.
The Jinyang Sect's law enforcement patrol team has become a complete decoration.
It is impossible to catch the monks who disturb the security.
This caused panic among the monks in all the alleys, and now even the catechumens next door who used to go out frequently rarely go out.
Master Feng also stayed in the house to make elixirs.
Only the Zhang brothers on the opposite side still go out frequently. Perhaps for the Zhang family, who like to fight and battle, the current situation in the market town is more suitable for them.
"Husband, Senior Yu has come out of seclusion!"
Bai Yuying's voice rang out.
Shen Ping closed the wooden window and hurried downstairs. Seeing the uncontrollable joy in Yu Yan's eyes, he smiled and bowed, "Congratulations to Daoist Yu for breaking through to the sixth level of Qi training and taking another step towards foundation building. This is cause for celebration!"
Yu Yan's fair skin exudes moisture. Having advanced to the sixth level of Qi training, her temperament beneath her robe has an ethereal air.
She smiled, "My dear husband, I am lucky enough to break through this time, thanks to the elixir and spiritual fluid you gave me. If not for this, I would have to practice hard for another seven or eight years to break through."
Hearing Yu Yan's name.
Shen Ping's heart was slightly warmed, "Do you want to celebrate and exchange your cultivation experience?"
"Fellow Daoist Shen isn't going to eat?"
“Eat fruit.”
"Hold grapefruit."
The two gazes intertwined and converged.
Sparks gradually spread in the pupils.
Next second.
Inside the barrel in the main room.
"Walk on water and turn into a dragon."
"It's better to cross the road and build a bridge!"
"Choose quickly!"
Shen Ping pulled off his robe and looked at the thin pink dress like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.
"You can't transform into a dragon!"
"I want the road, the road, the road!"
A glass of wine in the spring breeze.
The lights are on for ten years in the night rain.
Accompanied by a long chant.
Shen Ping leaned against the edge of the barrel, shook his head helplessly, and said, "The road is long and slippery. Daoist Yu, you are still more skilled in this fight."
Yu Yan half closed her eyes and recalled, smiling, "Who made you so anxious? But let's talk business. Now that I have broken through to the sixth level of Qi training, I can form a small team in the Deacon Hall. The market is not safe now. If I can gather a few more fellow Taoists, we can take care of each other in case of emergencies."
"And they will be more informed."
Shen Ping pondered for a moment, "What kind of constraints are there between these small hunting teams?"
"We have a blood pact, so we can't fight each other."
"There are four or five members."
Yu Yan said seriously, "Husband, I know your temper, but you have to plan ahead for everything. You are a top-grade talisman master, and I can quickly put it together."
For the hunting monk group in Fangshi.
Shen Ping didn't know much, but Yu Yan's suggestion seemed feasible at the moment. He stayed in Yunhe Lane and seldom went out. The only sources of information he got were Xiuchun Pavilion and Zhenbao Tower. If these two channels were disconnected, he would become blind and deaf.
However, he did not rush to reply. Instead, he pondered for a moment and said slowly, "To be honest with you, I am planning to leave Yunshan Swamp and go to the market in the main sect. The situation in Yunshan Market has become increasingly unstable recently. With our strength, if something goes wrong, I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with it."
Yu Yan was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's fine as long as Fellow Daoist Shen has a plan in mind, but if you want to go to the main sect market, you have to do it early."
Shen Ping nodded, "I'll go out later."
…
Market town.
The Jinyang Sect's outer sect steward hall.
There is a constant stream of monks coming and going in this hall, which is divided into two areas: one is the main hall for receiving tasks, and the other is the side hall for handling daily affairs.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Shen Ping came here and waited for a while. When it was his turn, he hurried forward and said, "Master Steward, when will the flying boat of Jinyang Sect to the main sect depart?"
The deacon casually said, "The main sect has suspended the flying boat traffic. When it will be resumed depends on the attitude of the main sect."
Shen Ping's heart sank when he heard this, and he hurriedly asked again, "What about the flying boats going to other states in Wei?"
"Every three years."
Leave Deacon Hall.
Shen Ping felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on his heart.
The happy mood in the morning is now gone.
The flying boat paused! This meant that the passage from Yunshan Swamp to the outside world was cut off.
There are hundreds of thousands of towering mountains, and they are filled with monsters and countless dangers.
It would be difficult for a force like Chunmanyuan to find another way in from the outside, let alone a casual cultivator like him. It was impossible for him to leave alone.
As for the flying boat that the deacon mentioned that goes to other states once every three years.
How could he dare to hold out any hope now?
"Maybe it's just temporary."
Shen Ping comforted himself, but the uneasiness in his heart became heavier.
Return to the courtyard.
He told Yu Yan the news.
Yu Yan was silent for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "When Danxia Sect was founded, many cultivators came here on flying boats. Now they may not be able to go back!"
Shen Ping was shocked. "You mean, the Danxia Sect deliberately established a sect in Yunshan?"
Yu Yan nodded, "It's very likely. The Danxia Sect has recruited disciples three times in the past six months, and it is said that they will recruit every six months in the future. Disciples from other sects are also recruiting independent cultivators in the steward hall, saying that they are setting up some kind of law enforcement team for each sect, but there is still no clue. With the strength of the sect disciples, how could they delay the formation for half a year? I felt that something was wrong in the first place, and now that the flying boat is suspended, it's even more wrong."
Shen Ping frowned. He had never paid attention to such matters.
"Oh, right, Luosha Demon Valley... With the temperament of Yue Kingdom's Demon Sect, they should have been causing trouble in the market in the past six months. But since the establishment of Danxia Sect, these demon cultivators seem to have disappeared."
He expressed his doubts.
Yu Yan glanced at Shen Ping and said, "It seems that Chen Ying from the Hehuan Sect in our courtyard has not come to bother you again."
Shen Ping was speechless, "Why did you bring it up..."
Halfway through the conversation.
His face became solemn. He had seldom gone out in the past six months and had not run into Chen Ying, but he saw Chen Ying several times when he opened the wooden window in the courtyard.
The other party just smiled at him indifferently.
Originally, he thought that without the disturbance from this Hehuan Sect disciple, his cultivation life would be much smoother, but now thinking back carefully, Chen Ying's eyes seemed like he was looking at a dead object of some value!
ps: In the previous chapter, immunity to magic was changed to resistance. I wrote it as immunity because it was written smoothly. This is my fault. Weak bloodlines cannot be immune. Also, the increase in lifespan has been calculated.
Let me emphasize again that the protagonist will not do anything to get himself killed. I can only apologize to those who keep urging him to find trouble.
(End of this chapter)
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