Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 437
The rich and powerful families in the secular world generally prefer to celebrate their birthdays and have a lively gathering with friends.

But cultivators hardly have this concept.

Unless it is a big birthday such as five hundred or one thousand, some monks will hold a banquet to entertain their fellow monks.

Of course, monks spend their lives mainly for gift money.

A cultivator who has lived for such a long time is at least a powerful person in the Golden Core or even the Nascent Soul stage, and it is easy to collect resources of more than a dozen or 20 middle-grade spirit stones at a time.

Chen Ping was not too concerned about this [-]-year-old birthday.

I poured a glass of spicy wine and drank it in one gulp, which was a simple celebration.

At the same time, familiar figures appeared in his heart.

However, after only a few breaths of effort, it disappeared in a flash.

Looking back after stepping on the road, the vicissitudes of life are sad and sad.

……

In the worm room of Dongfu, there is something looming in the sunlight.

It was a pine tree more than three feet high and full of purple, standing there.

This tree is tall and big, and its shape is very strange.

The whole tree seems to have an invisible boundary, half of the leaves are thick and dense, and the other half is shriveled and withered without any leaves, as if dead.

On this day, the door of the worm room was slowly pushed open.

Looking at the tree, Chen Ping snapped his fingers leisurely.

Just hearing a "click", a small part of the trunk of the purple pine tree split inch by inch from the middle, and then four dark gray figures jumped out, hooking on Chen Ping's left and right arms respectively, and were very intimate.

It was the flying rock-winged evil he domesticated.

And this purple pine tree is a second-order spiritual wood. The pine juice in the trunk is delicious and pure, and is very popular with Chi E.

The price of pine wood is not cheap, and a tree sells for [-] spirit stones.

However, for now, the investment is worth it.

In just a few years, the four flying rock-winged evils have all been promoted to the early stage of the second level, and there are faint signs of breaking into the middle stage.

The evil power of the wings is infinite, and the body of the monster is strong. Ordinary top-grade killing instruments can't cause any damage to them.

If the number is multiplied, and then a third-order insect king is cultivated, it must be a very strong boost.

The four wings are evil, exactly two males and two females.

What impressed Chen Ping the most was the thin and weak Chi E that stood out from the Gu killing.

This worm's physique is inherently weak, but in recent years, it has been chasing after it bravely. It was the first to break through the second-order bottleneck, and began to show the majesty of the worm king.

The other three Winged Evil didn't dare to compete with it for food.

"Big ape, little ape, plant another tree and come in."

Chen Pingchong ordered lightly outside the door.

Then, two green-haired apes jumped in one after another, carrying a vibrant pine log on their shoulders.

The eyes of the two Asan apes were like copper bells, and they glanced in the direction of Chi E, showing a sense of timidity.

Chen Ping smiled lightly and shook his head.

Eshan Ape not only has to take care of Chi E, but also occasionally acts as a training partner.

At the beginning, the two apes were extremely rampant, and the first-order Chi Evil was no match for them, and they were beaten all over their bodies every time.

But since Chi E also broke through to the second level, Asan Ape was no longer the opponent of the swarm.

Swollen nose and swollen face, hair loss in flakes are common things.

After all, the gap between the blood of the earth demon and the blood of the sky demon is nothing more than cloud and mud, unless the realm is suppressed, under normal circumstances, it must be invincible.

Flicking off a few wings, Chen Ping turned and left the worm room.

After releasing the Dengyun horse puppet, he sensed the state of the Qinghua crystal worm.

The two crystal worms are scattered in the east and west of the puppet core, far apart.

They are obviously a male and a female, but they have no interest in each other.

Not to mention the fact that offspring are produced through interbreeding, even basic communication is lacking.

Especially the male worm, he would rather cling to him and rub around, rather than pretending to the female worm.

This gave Chen Ping a headache.

He knew that Qinghua crystal worms were not easy to reproduce, but he never expected that the first level would get him stuck.

"Hey, this seat not only wants to bring marriages for the clansmen, but also pulls the red rope for the worms, what a pain!"

Chen Ping sighed, feeling a little helpless.

Next, he was going to enter the Fuyou Dojo again, and seek out a Yuan Dan Chongxiu to consult humbly, to see if he could prepare some special potion for love.

……

"The apprentice used a total of twelve sets of materials this time. One of the puppets was completely damaged and could not be repaired, and the other four had dropped grades, resulting in a drop in value by several percent. Please punish me, Master."

Weng Mu showed a bit of regret, and said anxiously.

"There are no less than thirty second-order puppets made by you, and you have made such a low-level mistake."

Snorting, Chen Ping said expressionlessly: "For the sake of my teacher, you will be punished for three months of retreat, and you will not break through the realm, and you will not be allowed to rest in the middle. Are you convinced?"

"What the master says, the disciple will do."

A trace of panic flashed across Weng Mu's face, and then he knelt down to accept the order.

"This kid is quite obedient."

With his hands behind his back, Chen Ping secretly smiled.

Don't look at his unkind appearance on the surface, in fact, he still cares about this named disciple very much.

Weng Mu's understanding of the puppet is not bad.

Although it is not as good as him, it is not much different, and it is barely a one-in-a-million talent.

After two years, the corpses of the second-order monsters captured by Chen Ping were basically made into puppets by his apprentices.

Excluding the loss in the middle, he made a net profit of one hundred thousand spirit stones.

As Weng Mu's puppet-making skills improved day by day, more and more benefits were brought to him.

However, due to the waste of a lot of training time in practicing puppet art, Weng Mu's realm is still in the early stage of foundation establishment and has not improved.

Seeing that in a few months, it will be three years.

If he doesn't urge him, then Weng Fuhong will not be able to explain.

"The disciple retire."

Weng Mu secretly glanced at Master, and said cautiously.

"Not urgent."

Chen Ping waved his hands and said, "I still have two third-rank monsters in my hands, and I plan to make them into puppets first. You can watch from the sidelines and help me do chores by the way."

The Tunying Zhizhi King and the Jade Soul Scorpion King captured on Feiyan have not yet been dealt with. Once these two peak third-order monsters are successfully refined, it will undoubtedly be a huge enhancement to his strength.

"Thank you, Master, for your cultivation!"

Weng Mu looked excited and was eager to try.

"follow me."

After finishing speaking, Chen Ping flashed his figure and fled towards the underground platform.

……

After a full month.

Looking straight at the two worm-shaped puppets in front of him, Chen Ping looked a little uncertain.

More than ten days ago, he was the first to refine King Tunying Zhizhi.

Everything went smoothly at first, knowing that Wang Puppet maintained his original realm, ranking among the best in the third rank.

When it was the Jade Soul Scorpion King's turn, he ignored a few small details, which caused the quality of the puppet to drop again and again, reducing it to a third-tier middle-grade commodity.

Nearly a million spiritual stones were lost, and anyone would feel extremely uncomfortable, and Chen Ping was no exception.

Weng Mu knew that Master was in a bad mood at the moment, so he tiptoed to the corner, not daring to take a breath.

"What are you staring at me stupidly, is it strange that the high-level puppet master missed?"

Chen Ping glanced sideways, and said angrily: "You should go to retreat, as a teacher, you have to go out of the mountain."

"Master..."

Weng Mu hesitatingly spoke, as if asking for something.

Seeing that he couldn't hold back a word for a long time, Chen Ping turned around and left without any politeness.

"Master, I want to ask you to do me a favor."

Weng Mu was startled, a white cloth bag fell from his cuff, put it on with both hands, and mourned: "Master, can you give this to Shao Ying?"

"Ok?"

Chen Ping turned his head sharply, stared straight into his eyes, and said gloomyly: "Weng Mu, that ordinary girl is between thirty and six, so she may have married and had children in Huaisu Plain."

The Shao Ying that Weng Mu spoke of was the mortal girl who made her willingly give up her immortal journey.

About twenty years ago, Weng Mu and Shao Ying met outside the city, and since then they have decided to live their lives privately.

Back then, Shaoying was in the prime of her youth, gentle and mellow.

But time is not forgiving, Shao Ying is almost middle-aged and her beauty is no longer there, but Weng Mu is only in his 40s, even if he can't break through the Yuan Dan, he still has two hundred years of life left.

The relationship between the two is doomed to fail to bear fruit.

"Shaoying will always be waiting for me."

Weng Mu's voice was very calm, even more confident.

"You are a foundation-building cultivator anyway, why can't you even see through mere mortals!"

Frowning, Chen Ping pointed at him and shouted, wishing he could hit him hard a few times.

When he thought about it, if he got involved with something like love, he would be in too much trouble.

Therefore, he always exercised restraint.

Needless to say, Gong Lingshan, the relationship between the two was not pure at all, he didn't put any emotion into it.

As for Xue Yun, who is relatively stronger, she is just an ordinary Taoist companion, far from reaching the point of being in a relationship.

Accompanying each other for a while, knowing that the other is still alive is not enough?

"Master, my disciple begs you."

Weng Mu immediately knelt down, his head felt like garlic, and he didn't even notice the blood was flowing.

"No prospect, you are not allowed to kneel down and kowtow in the future."

With a cold voice, Chen Ping flicked his hands slightly, and put the cloth bag into his sleeves.

"Thank you, Master!"

Weng Mu cheered up, broke through his tears and laughed.

"Hurry up and go to retreat."

When Chen Ping's words came, the person had disappeared completely.

……

High in the sky at the edge of the defensive formation, a ray of light was rapidly galloping out of the city.

Chen Ping's eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The cloth bag at his waist dangled, and he had already scanned it with his spiritual sense. The bag contained 500 yuan of low-grade spirit stones and several bottles of first-grade pills for strengthening the body, nourishing the skin and removing freckles.

The currency circulating in the mortal world of Fuyou City is also Lingshi.

In the past three years, the cave has been isolated from the outside world. Weng Mu should be worried that the mortal woman will be short of expenses.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Ping's expression gradually became indifferent.

In a few months, throw Weng Mu to Weng Fuhong to have a headache, he is out of sight and out of mind.

……

Fuyou City, Huaisu Plain.

There are about tens of millions of mortals living here.

Half a day later, in front of a resplendent and resplendent restaurant on the plain, a young green-clothed Taoist priest came.

The man stood by the side of the street, looking at the signboard of the restaurant, with a slightly weird expression on his face.

At the foot of this super-large town, pedestrians are bustling, and oxen, horses and carts are constantly intertwined.

Huaisu Town, the only town in the plain.

Due to the large population, this town is several times more prosperous than the big cities in the secular world.

Most of the people on the street are mortals, and the monks who appear occasionally are basically juniors in the Qi training period.

After a moment of emotion, Chen Ping walked into the restaurant unhurriedly.

Avoiding the crowd, as soon as he sat down at a window seat on the second floor, the waiter in the store came up to wipe the table attentively, and asked Chen Ping what wine and food he would like to order.

Throwing down two spirit stones, Chen Ping said expressionlessly: "Don't bother me."

"Yes, Master Immortal."

Taking the spirit stone with trembling hands, Xiaoer said excitedly.

Two spirit stones are equivalent to his salary for a year!
Could it be that this young guest is actually an immortal master in the Foundation Establishment Period?
The more Xiao Er thought about it, the more terrified he became. Immortal Master Zhu Ji was an incredible top figure.

According to the shopkeeper, the owner of his restaurant seems to be a foundation cultivator. He is in charge of the household registration and personnel distribution in the Huaisu Plain, and his power is unimaginable.

Chen Ping was staring out of the window, when suddenly, bursts of wanton chatter and laughter came from downstairs.

Then several young people came up from the stairs, all of them were dressed in brocade clothes and silk, as if they were noble sons.

They were followed by thirty big men with big arms and round waists.

Chen Ping glanced at it and stopped paying attention.

Those sons are only at the seventh or eighth level of Qi training, and the big men like servants are mere mortals.

As long as he doesn't take the initiative to provoke himself, the little guy who is blown to death, he doesn't bother to step on it.

"Come here, Master Ben!"

These noble-looking people glanced around at random upstairs, and one of them, a short and thin boy in yellow robes, waved at the waiter politely.

The shop clerk seemed to know him, so he trotted over immediately, and said with a charming smile, "Master Wan, do you have any orders from the old man?"

"This young master is going to treat a distinguished guest to a drink today. If you tell the irrelevant people on the second floor to leave quickly, I will take care of all the losses."

Wan surnamed Qi Lian looks so thin and small, but his breath is very big.

But the waiter in the store didn't show any dissatisfaction, he nodded and said yes, and Fei Ye informed the shopkeeper.

A moment later, a middle-aged monk who practiced Qi on the ninth floor came upstairs in a hurry.

Seeing the young masters, the middle-aged monk immediately smiled and agreed to Master Wan's request, and then walked along the second floor in person, apologizing at every table.

There are not many tables and seats on the second floor. I don't know if it's the shopkeeper or Master Wan's name is really not small. After a while, the diners checked out one after another, and no one dared to show any resentment.

"In Xiaqin Mountain, I'm the shopkeeper of Huyue Tower. I'm sorry, Fellow Daoist. Today's situation is special. Can you help me?"

Walking to the corner, the shopkeeper said like a spring breeze.

Right now, there is only the last table left on the second floor, a monk in green robes is sitting alone, and there is no plate of wine and food on the table.

"Treasurer, this master immortal rewarded me with two spirit stones."

The shop clerk gritted his teeth and said hesitantly.

Hearing this, Shopkeeper Qin immediately took out four spirit stones from his pocket and placed them on the table, and discussed in a gentle tone: "I'm sorry for the trouble, fellow daoist, please forgive the poor hospitality of the shop."

Chen Ping glanced at him lazily, then turned his gaze to the street outside the window.

"Fellow daoists, don't make mistakes. This young master Wan's father is the leader of the monks in Huaisu Town, a master at the peak of foundation building. Even in the Fuyou Dojo, Senior Wan and his old man have a great relationship!"

Seeing that he was indifferent, shopkeeper Qin shrank his eyes and spoke persuasively.

It's just that the tone of the words is no longer as gentle as before, but has become cold.

"Senior Fang, please hurry up, everything has been arranged."

At this time, footsteps sounded, and a gentle and elegant mid-stage foundation-establishment monk, surrounded by several young masters, walked up to the second floor.

This person is more than 30 years old, with a handsome jade face and a faint smile on his face, which makes people feel kind at first sight.

"Hey, is this kid?"

Chen Ping was slightly taken aback, and with his outward consciousness, he saw a long-lost acquaintance.

　Thanks for the reward of 1500 points for nothing!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)