Chapter 7 Delivered to your door

The life of a monk is mostly boring. They are either practicing in seclusion, learning and mastering various arts, or practicing magic. They have very little time for adventure, and some monks rarely go out to practice.

For example, Shen Ping has basically never left the market since the poison eroded his body.

Low-level monks do not have any bottlenecks in their practice, they only have a lack of resources.

Even if one has the talent and aptitude of a pseudo-spiritual root of the five elements, if the resources are sufficient, then it is still possible to build a foundation.

[You and your wife practiced dual cultivation once, and gained +2 Talisman experience]

[Current wife's favorability: 100]

[Dual Cultivation Bonus: 4]

[Talisman Master: First-class mid-level (8044/10000)]

Shen Ping looked at the virtual panel.

In the past half month, he has resumed his usual exercise habit of five times a day.

With the purchased bedroom skills, the losses can be reduced. In addition, if you eat nourishing ingredients every day, it will be no problem to increase the amount a few more times.

However, considering Wang Yun's condition, he only maintained it for five times.

Mainly some special actions recorded in the secret books, which are quite physically and mentally demanding.

"At my current speed, I can reach the breakthrough condition in two more months of hard work... Unfortunately, my cultivation is too low. Even if I break through, I can't make a high-quality talisman!"

Think about this.

He couldn't help but sigh.

The speed of accumulating wealth is still too slow.

But for his own safety, he would rather go slower than take any risk.

"Husband, why are you sighing? Is it because Yun'er didn't serve you well?"

The youthful and tender skin of my wife in my arms was rosy.

As she looked at her husband, a hint of uneasiness appeared on her face.

This period of time.

There was still no movement in her stomach, and she felt anxious. All she could do now was to do everything she could to please her husband.

If you can't even do this.

She couldn't even lift her head.

Shen Ping pinched his wife's cheek and said with a smile, "Don't think too much, Yun'er. I just remembered something."

Wang Yun breathed a sigh of relief, "Husband, last time Senior Zeng came again, I think husband agreed. I also want to have a sister, so that I can serve husband together."

She has completely let it go.

Since it is inevitable for my husband to marry a Taoist partner, I can only actively accept it. Moreover, when I mention serving together, I also want to increase the value of my existence.

If mortals want to survive among monks, they must try to change themselves.

This is the survival philosophy her father has always taught her.

Shen Ping felt a little warmed in his heart when he heard this. His wife was really considerate and well-behaved.

"There's no rush for this."

"You have to think about it."

The next evening.

The two were just about to eat.

There was a slight knock on the door.

Open it and take a look.

Matchmaker Zeng's standard warm smile came into view.

Next to him stood a girl in a green dress, with anxiety surging in her watery eyes.

Shen Ping's face twitched.

If Zeng Matchmaker's business doesn't flourish, it will be unforgivable! "Come in!"

When Zeng the matchmaker and the girl in the green dress walked into the house, he hurriedly glanced at the neighbors and immediately closed the door when he saw that there was no one.

Wang Yun was stunned when she saw the girl, but then she understood what was going on. She stepped forward and greeted her warmly, "Senior Zeng, please take a seat."

As he said this, he went to pour spiritual tea for matchmaker Zeng.

"Oh, sister Yun'er is becoming more and more beautiful, and her life is getting better and better. This sumptuous dinner must be worth two spirit stones. Even a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi training would not be willing to spend it!"

Matchmaker Zeng looked at the table full of meat, spiritual rice, and various dishes, and her eyes were filled with envy. Eating two spiritual stones for one meal? Too extravagant!

The girl in the green dress standing nearby couldn't help swallowing.

He glanced at Wang Yun who was busy pouring tea, feeling deeply envious.

She followed her brother to the outskirts of the market town, saving as much as she could every day. She was reluctant to even buy spiritual rice, let alone various meats and expensive vegetables that contained spiritual energy.

"Is this the life of a mid-level talisman master?"

Her eyes showed longing.

Shen Ping coughed dryly a few times, "Why did you come here this time, Brother Zeng?"

Matchmaker Zeng stretched out her hand and pulled the girl in the green skirt in front of her. "Friend Shen, we are old acquaintances. I won't beat around the bush. I have kept this girl for you. She is well-behaved and sensible. If you tell her to go west, she will definitely not go east!"

"Several monks are interested."

"If I delay any further, I really can't guarantee that I can keep him."

Shen Ping rolled his eyes in his heart, I don't believe you! If it's really popular.

With matchmaker Zeng’s personality, she would have sent it away long ago.

He just sensed it.

This girl in green dress has a very low cultivation level, only at the first level of Qi training! She looks sweet and lovely, and has an indescribable tenacity. She must have suffered a lot, but at this age, her spiritual root aptitude must be very poor.

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

Many monks also consider qualifications when marrying wives and concubines.

There is basically no possibility of cultivating someone with pseudo-spiritual roots, and marrying them in is purely a reproductive tool.

If the market was good before.

There is no shortage of demand for such girls among monks.

But now, most of the cultivators in the whole market are thinking about getting rich in Yunshan Swamp, so they would not want to marry wives and concubines. After all, risking their lives on the road is uncertain. If the man dies just after marrying, then the wife or concubine may belong to someone else.

Therefore, Shen Ping guessed that the girl in front of him was most likely in the hands of Zeng the matchmaker.

Seeing Shen Ping remained silent.

The matchmaker once kicked the girl in the green skirt.

The girl trembled slightly and said hurriedly, "Shen, Senior Shen, I know everything, please take me!"

Shen Ping shuddered.

The sound is as soft and crisp as butter, and it's not a clamp.

In the previous life.

People who are rushing to give money form a long queue.

I made a decision instantly in my mind.

However, he pretended to frown and said, "Fellow Daoist Zeng, is there no one with a higher cultivation level?"

In fact, with his current strength.

It would be more appropriate to marry someone who is at the Qi training level. If she is too strong, he might lose both her and her money.

Matchmaker Zeng said with a smile, "Yes, of course there is, like the widow living alone opposite Fellow Daoist Shen. If you like her, I will introduce you to each other."

Shen Ping had no intention of marrying a widow, so he said with embarrassment, "Okay, let's take her. If the price is too high, Brother Zeng should look for other cultivators."

Matchmaker Zeng originally wanted to ask for more, but considering the possibility of continued cooperation in the future, she gritted her teeth and said, "In this way, one medium-grade spirit stone, she is yours!"

moment.

Shen Ping sent Zeng the matchmaker out the door.

Before leaving.

Matchmaker Zeng smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Shen, please don't forget to invite me to the banquet!"

Shen Ping shook his head, "Given the current situation, let's skip the banquet."

Matchmaker Zeng didn't care and just walked away staggeringly, twisting her waist.

Looking at his back.

Shen Ping thought secretly that this matchmaker Zeng must be a ruthless character as she dared to take a low-level female cultivator out at night. But think about it, if you do this kind of business in the market, you would have been targeted by the robbers long ago without some tricks.

Close the door.

The darkness was immediately kept out.

Under the crystal chandelier.

The house is brightly lit.

I was poor before and couldn’t afford to buy a crystal lamp, but now that I’m a mid-level talisman master, there’s no need to be frugal with this little money.

Although Shen Ping lived frugally, he was willing to spend money on some things.

"May I have your name?"

"Replying to Senior Shen, my name is Bai Yuying."

(End of this chapter)