Chapter 82: Second Order Puppet

True treasure building.

Puppet material area.

There was a wooden box on each row of the shelves, with the contents labeled on it. The production of a second-level puppet required dozens of materials, including high-grade silver sunken wood, soul seeds, snow silk, etc., which were very expensive. Shen Ping only dared to buy five or six, but this was enough for him.

Other puppeteers need to accumulate experience for several years or even longer to break through to the second level, and will only try to make one after they feel proficient.

Shen Ping was able to quickly accumulate insights through dual cultivation, saving a lot of time.

Return to Qinghe Lane.

He became busy.

There are only two months left until the end of the year, so we must speed up the production of talismans and puppets.

The number of daily dual cultivation sessions also had to be reduced.

Even the meditation practice in the quiet room.

Shen Ping gritted his teeth and shortened the time to save time for the talisman and puppet.

But in the busy time.

He would go to Zhenbao Tower every now and then, mainly to gather information. If Zhenbao Tower was the only choice, he would naturally choose it.

Just like that a month passed quickly.

The market town was still shrouded in blood.

The independent cultivators returned to their previous lives, but the number of cultivators who secretly gathered together to go to the surrounding Hundred Thousand Mountains increased quietly. Even if none of these cultivators came back, they could not stop the waves of cultivators from coming one after another.

The independent cultivators all have their own thoughts. Perhaps some of them will believe in the Jinyang Sect, but most of them will not entrust their lives to the Jinyang Sect’s verbal promises.

This day.

As the cold wind swept in, Yunshanfang welcomed the first snow of the year.

Shen Ping, who was speeding up the production of talismans in the talisman-making room, unexpectedly received an invitation from Manager Chen.

Come to Xiuchun Pavilion.

The entrance was unusually quiet.

Walk in and take a look.

He then realized that the shelves containing elixirs, magic tools, talismans, formation plates, etc. in the store were empty.

Shopkeeper Chen is not here either.

Shen Ping walked into the courtyard with a puzzled look on his face.

I saw Shopkeeper Chen sitting under the old locust tree quietly sipping the magical tea.

"Master Shen Fu."

After sitting down.

Shopkeeper Chen cupped his hands and said, "The boss will leave at the end of the year. I can't leave."

He smiled.

But there was unspeakable pain in his eyes.

The words in Shen Ping's mouth were blocked directly. He didn't know what to say, so he could only continue listening.

At this moment, Shopkeeper Chen was not as smooth as usual, and he did not have that shrewd look in his eyes. He was just like an ordinary old man, telling about every detail of his experience with Xiuchun Pavilion.

"This old locust tree has been in the yard for fifteen years."

"When I planted it, it was still very small. I would take good care of it every day when the shop was closed."

"I really can't bear to leave it."

"It's better now. I can always be with you."

Speaking of this.

Shopkeeper Chen raised the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and said, "Master Shen Fu, you are a blessed person. Let's go. No matter whether you can leave or not, you must find a way to leave."

He shook his head, stood up and walked into the house, "My old bones can't walk anymore."

Shen Ping also stood up.

He watched Shopkeeper Chen leave, and the back of a cultivator in the late stage of Qi training actually seemed a little staggering.

moment.

He walked through the door of Xiuchun Pavilion.

I looked back at the door plaque.

I just felt a stuffiness in my chest.

“That’s the way the world is.”

In the end, I could only grit my teeth and say this in hatred.

Back from Xiuchun Pavilion.

Shen Ping called Yu Yan and Luo Qing to drink up all the spiritual wine in the storage bag. He did not use his spiritual power to dispel the drunkenness, but let the drunkenness spread throughout his body. With blurred eyes, he grabbed two figures and skillfully tore off their robes, then walked towards the road.

Along the road.

I don’t know how long we walked.

The stuffiness in my chest finally disappeared.

After the mind is clear.

He looked at Yu Yan and Luo Qing, sighed and said, "Sorry."

"Husband."

"No matter what happens, we will be here for you."

Yu Yan said softly.

Luo Qing's face showed a rare tenderness.

Since the sky was covered with blood.

They all know that their husbands are under a lot of pressure.

"I'll go to Zhenbao Tower and ask again!"

Shen Ping felt that he could not wait any longer. Regardless of whether there was any news from Zhenbao Tower or not, he had to take Yu Yan and Luo Qing away by the end of the year. Every day they delayed staying in Yunshanfang would increase the danger.

What is Jin Yang Zong's plan?

He didn't want to guess. Only by staying away from Yunshanfang could he feel truly at ease.

Went to the water room to clean myself.

He hurried to the Zhenbao Building, and just as he saw Shopkeeper Ding, the latter said solemnly, "Master Shen Fu, you came at the right time. The Yuanying Elder has something to announce."

While talking.

The two walked side by side to the courtyard.

After a while.

Other guests who had established their foundation arrived one after another.

After all members of Yunshanfang arrived.

The voice of the Yuanying elder sounded, "Everyone come in."

In the hall.

When I saw the purple-robed elder again this time, his expression was no longer as relaxed as before. His eyes seemed a little gloomy, and his voice became a little cold.

“At the end of the year.”

"Zhenbaolou left Yunshanfang along with the disciples of Jinyang Sect."

"The deacon and guest official can accompany you."

As soon as these words came out.

A guest official at the foundation-building stage couldn't help but ask, "Elder Qiu, I wonder how many places the guest official can bring this time?"

The purple-robed elder looked unhappy, "Didn't you understand? Deacons and guests can go with you. Those who don't want to leave can stay. Okay, get out!"

The Nascent Soul’s magical energy is surging.

All the deacons and guests turned pale.

When Shen Ping came to his senses again, he felt his feet were a little unstable. He hurriedly circulated the spiritual power in his dantian to barely suppress the pressure.

Cui Keqing and other foundation-building cultivators beside him looked unhappy.

Shopkeeper Ding's brows were furrowed.

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

Seeing Shen Ping's eyes moving over, Manager Ding shook his head, "It's very likely that the negotiations with the Qingyang City headquarters were not going too smoothly. I'm afraid we suffered a loss!"

Cui Keqing's face was uncertain, and then he sighed, "You can't even take your family with you. Isn't this just waiting to die? Manager Ding, you have a wide network of contacts. Why don't you find a chance to talk to the Golden Core Deacons and see if you can take your family with you."

Manager Ding said helplessly, "I can't leave by myself, so I can only ask for favors. Guest Cui should not hold out too much hope. Alas, what kind of thing is this? We still have many external members in Zhenbao Building, and now they can't leave."

"I'll go ask about the situation later."

Shen Ping, Cui Keqing, Luo Keqing and others did not leave Zhenbao Tower, but went to the private room on the second floor to sit and wait.

He drank cup after cup of spiritual tea.

Until sunset.

Shopkeeper Ding appeared at the door of the private room.

brush.

Shen Ping and the others looked over and noticed the expression on Shopkeeper Ding's face. Their hearts sank.

Shopkeeper Ding walked in and drank a cup of spiritual tea in one breath, then sighed repeatedly, "I haven't found out the specific situation yet, I only know that every time I bring one more person, I have to pay a price, Zhenbaolou can only keep the deacon guest for now!"

Although Shen Ping was mentally prepared, he still felt a little confused when he heard this. He could leave, but what about Yu Yanluoqing! He was not at all at ease when they went to Chunmanyuan.

Let’s not talk about Luo Qing.

Yu Yan...

Return to the courtyard in Qinghe Lane.

The sky was gloomy.

Only blood illuminates Yunshanfang.

Shen Ping stopped at the gate of the courtyard and looked at the crystal lights of the bedroom and the wing room. He sighed deeply, clenched his fists, unclenched them, clenched them again, and finally slowly unclenched them.

"Eighth level of Qi training."

"It's really weak."

Looking up at the bloody sky, he wanted to break it with one punch, but he could only think about it. Facing such a large formation, not to mention him, even several Nascent Soul cultivators would have no way to do it.

call.

suck.

Take ten deep breaths.

Shen Ping's expression returned to its usual calmness, with a hint of a smile in the corners of his eyes.

Step into the courtyard.

He came to the wing room and chatted with Yu Yan for a few words, then went to the bedroom to take a look at Luo Qing, and then went into the talisman-making room and sat down cross-legged.

Meditation.

Calm down again.

Pray for blessings.

After completing the familiar set of movements for making the talisman, Shen Ping had no distracting thoughts at all, and the talisman was the only thing left in his mind and eyes!

…

Deep in the Yunshan Swamp.

No cultivators could be seen in the ruins of the underground mine cave anymore, but on the fifth floor, Chunmanyuan was still transporting batches of black-robed and masked cultivators, having them stand on a circular platform stained with blood.

Hiss~ As the table rotates.

These black-robed and masked cultivators howled in agony, and some of them even had their blood burning, turning their entire bodies into ashes.

The Yuanying elder had a blank expression on his face, but the disappointment in his eyes was getting deeper and deeper. "No, nothing will work. How did the Blood Crocodile Ancestor succeed in the past? Keep going!"

"Time is running out."

"Wait another half year. If no one succeeds, destroy this place!"

While talking.

The monks around him noticed that there was a monk on the circular platform who had actually withstood the blood energy bursting out from the formation pattern, and hurriedly spoke out to remind him.

The Yuanying elder's face lit up with joy. He flashed over and swept his consciousness, laughing loudly: "After so many attempts, I finally succeeded once. I can report to the past. Let's continue. If there are one or two more..."

…

Mid-December.

The blood color became darker and darker, and sometimes it even looked a little enchanting.

The number of independent cultivators who have left Yunshanfang has exceeded several thousand, and the number is still increasing. Instead of stopping this, the Jinyang Sect's outer sect law enforcement patrol team has deliberately condoned it.

A small courtyard in Qinghe Lane.

The talisman making room.

Shen Ping looked at the smart puppet in front of him, and a smile appeared on his tired face. After spending six sets of puppet materials and constantly gaining insights into the puppet day and night, he finally managed to make a second-level puppet.

To be honest, it was all thanks to Yu Yan.

Although her white puppet was only of medium quality, its craftsmanship was unique, especially the neat and consistent connections between the mechanisms, which gave Shen Ping a lot of inspiration.

Puppet making is different from talisman making.

In addition to skilled craftsmanship, it also requires immersion and inspiration in the puppet.

A flash of inspiration came to his fingers.

This puppet seemed to have life, with its tongue circling around Shen Ping's arm.

Although it is just a relatively simple snake puppet, the various functions of this snake are stronger than Yan's white puppet. And the most important thing is that it is hidden in the cuffs. As long as the puppet magic technique is not used, it is difficult to detect with spiritual consciousness.

It is most suitable for unexpected sneak attacks.

Driven for a while.

Shen Ping put it away with satisfaction, then left the talisman-making room and went to the quiet room to sit cross-legged and rest for a while. When he was about to practice his skills, Yu Yan's voice came from outside.

"Husband."

"There is a female cultivator visiting the gate of the courtyard."

…

Thank you all for your tips and support. There are a lot of people here, so I will express my gratitude in a separate chapter tomorrow. There is still one chapter left today, so don’t wait. If I write slowly, I will put it aside for tomorrow.

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