Chapter 15 Little things are not small
night.
while eating.
Shen Ping is still thinking about moving. If he can't squeeze into a small medium-sized courtyard after half a year, and there are no vacant houses in Fangshi, he has to show his ability as a top-grade talisman master. Only in this way can he be eligible to rent a more expensive single-family house Small courtyard.
In the entire Fangshi up to now, the number of top-grade talisman masters is relatively rare.
But when the time comes, he must hide his identity and not let others know his previous situation, even the Xiuchun Pavilion will not be allowed to go again.
After all, it takes time to improve a talisman master.
He advanced to the top rank so quickly, if there is no secret, others would not believe it.
Although it is safe in Fangshi, it does not mean that you can sit back and relax and wantonly expose your information.
At this time.
Bai Yuying suddenly said, "Husband, today..."
"Sister Yinger, don't!"
Wang Yun said anxiously.
Shen Ping put away his thoughts, looked at his wife and concubine in doubt, "What's wrong?"
"nothing."
Wang Yun picked up a piece of meat for Shen Ping, "Husband, come and taste this piece of meat."
Shen Pingping glanced at Wang Yun calmly, his wife immediately lowered his head, and then he turned to Bai Yuying, "Tell me, what's the matter?"
Only then did Bai Yuying continue, "In the afternoon, Sister Yun'er and I were washing silk scarves in the Red Stone River, and the wind accidentally blew onto a senior female cultivator. The other party slapped Sister Yun'er and scolded her. She is a trash who can't practice, and the scolding is terrible."
"Fortunately, there was a female cultivator who visited my husband at that time, and persuaded him to restrain himself a bit, otherwise Sister Yun'er might have her meridians abolished."
"The female nun used to be from Hongliu Lane, but now she has moved to Shimu Lane."
When Shen Ping heard it, he roughly understood the reason.
Shimu Lane is the two edge alleys north of the Red Stone River. Because it is close to the wild, the safety is much poorer. However, the house prices in Hongliu Lane have risen, and many monks at the bottom of Qi training cannot live there and have moved there.
Wang Yun is just a mortal, but he can still stay in Hongliu Lane.
So the female nun was jealous and vented it through the silk scarf.
"Husband, it's all my fault for causing you trouble."
Wang Yun's face was full of apology.
Shen Ping held his wife's soft and boneless little hand, and looked at her side face. Sure enough, there were still bruises on her palm prints. He was too focused on moving before, so he really didn't notice it.
"You don't have to blame yourself, Yun'er, it's your husband's fault for making you feel wronged."
"In the future, you will need to carry amulets with you when you go out. I will give you a few later, and tell me when you run out."
He knew what Bai Yuying meant. He didn't want him to stand out, but worried that the nun would look for opportunities to retaliate. Even if the other party was a third-level Qi training monk, there were still ways to make Wang Yun and Bai Yuying suffer.
"Thank you husband."
Bai Yuying breathed a sigh of relief.
Wang Yun hesitated, "Husband, will it be too wasteful?"
Shen Ping laughed, "My husband is a talisman master, so what's the waste, listen to me."
Although this is a trivial matter, it is a major matter when it falls on the wives and concubines. If it is not handled properly, it may lead to a big mistake.
Hence the next few days.
He specially spared time to accompany his wives and concubines to the banks of the Red Stone River. This action made some female cultivators envious. They all thought that wives and concubines like Wang Yun and Bai Yuying were just tools for Shen Ping, a talisman master, to pass on to future generations.
In the end, I didn't expect that the other party would attach so much importance to their wives and concubines, especially when they saw the several amulets attached to the two women, their eyes lit up, and they wanted to replace them.
The amulet has now risen to 18 low-grade spirit stones, and one piece is equivalent to half a year's house rental fee in Hongliu Lane!
The female cultivator who did the work was so frightened that she didn't dare to show up in Hongshihe for several months. After all, Shen Ping is not only a middle-grade talisman master, but also a monk in the middle stage of Qi training.
…
Day by day.
In the blink of an eye, it is mid-October.
The cold wave blows from the depths of Yunshan Swamp.
The temperature in Fang City dropped sharply.
The end of the sub-hour.
Inside the warm brocade quilt.
The aroma is lingering.
【Current wife favorability degree 100】
【Double repair bonus: 4】
【Amulet Master: First Rank Top Grade (6012/50000)】
…
【You have double cultivated with a Taoist companion once, and the aptitude of the gold-type spiritual root has increased by +2, and the aptitude of the wood-type spiritual root has increased by +2】
【Current Dao Companion Favorability: 90】
【Double repair bonus: 3】
【Gold Spiritual Root: Medium Grade (4052/10000)】
【Wood Spiritual Root: Medium Grade (3946/10000)】
Look at the flashing font on the virtual panel.
Shen Ping sighed softly in his heart.
For a talisman master to break through to the top rank, experience needs to soar greatly. According to the current speed of hard work every day, it will take four or five years to break through again.
He didn't care about this point, after all, the breakthrough of a high-grade talisman master is the second level, and the cultivation level must reach the foundation building stage to continue making, and he is far away from the foundation building stage.
But according to the experience of Talisman.
If the spiritual root reaches the top grade, it is likely to be the same.
Fortunately, since the silk scarf matter was properly handled, Bai Yuying's unchanging favorability increased by five points again, doubling the bonus.
Noticing the change at the time, he was filled with emotion.
The care of the wife and concubine must be taken care of carefully, otherwise, if she is purely treated as a tool, the favorability will definitely make him cry to death.
"I have to go out to Fangshi tomorrow!"
Think here.
Shen Ping couldn't help feeling a headache.
It's time to go out again!
In fact, Lingmi meat and ingredients for nourishing qi and blood were almost consumed half a month ago, but he still gritted his teeth and survived for another half a month.
But now I have to go out.
Otherwise, with his situation of singing and singing every night like this, even the **** technique of chaining the air-sealing essence would not be able to hold on.
the next day.
The wind is biting.
Little drizzle mixed with snowflakes falling down.
The streets and lanes are covered with a thin layer of ice.
Shen Ping walked out of the house, and walked quickly to the next door while his wife and concubines were worried.
dong dong.
Soon the door opened.
Yu Yan's hair was loose, and she only had a corset robe on her body. Shen Ping couldn't help but take a few more glances at the successive silhouettes.
"Fellow Daoist Shen?"
"What a rare visitor, you actually took the initiative to knock on my door!"
"Why, can't the beautiful wife and concubine at home be satisfied?"
She leaned against the door frame, folded her hands on her chest, and smiled sarcastically.
Shen Ping hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoist Yu, don't get me wrong, I'm planning to go to Fangshi. Is Fellow Daoist Yu going out today?"
As soon as Yu Yan heard this, she lost all energy, turned around and entered the room, "Wait outside, with your guts, you won't be able to find another one in Yunshanfang!"
Shen Ping cupped his hands, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist!"
In bad weather like today, Yu Yan usually wouldn't go out, so it was for the neighbors' sake that she agreed.
Waited for tea time.
Yu Yan just finished dressing up, and the face against the plain color robe was a bit chilly and cold.
"Let's go!"
The two walked quickly towards Fangshi against the rain and snow.
Although Yu Yan only practiced at the fifth level of qi, he has been fighting for many years, and his fighting experience is not comparable to that of Shen Ping. This kind of monk often has a unique temperament, which can be seen almost at a glance by fellow monks.
When Jiexiu chooses the target of prey, he will usually do it when he is two levels lower than his own realm, or when the number of prey is three times that of the prey.
(end of this chapter)