Chapter 127: Bowl

Chapter 127

A deep voice echoed in the private room.

The smile on the face of Zeng Matchmaker, who was full of makeup and powder, gradually faded.

She did not respond in a hurry, but stared at Shen Ping and asked, "In the eyes of monks, mortals are like ants, not to mention wives and concubines, even the blood of direct relatives will not give cultivation resources. Master Shen's wife, but after all, she is just a mortal without spiritual roots, with Master Shen Fu's current level of foundation-building cultivation and status as a special guest minister, foundation-building Taoist companions can be chosen at will."

"So why is Master Shen obsessed with this?"

Shen Ping took a sip of spiritual tea, and said calmly: "When I was in Hongliu Lane, Yunshanfang, Wang Yun was my wife. No matter how high I am in the future, or what status I rank, she will always be mine. wife."

Matchmaker Zeng laughed again, "This is why I admire Master Shen Fu. The opportunity I mentioned last time was also out of admiration for Master Shen Fu. That time there was only one quota, but it was a pity that Master Shen Fu did not agree."

"Maybe it's a good thing."

"Although I, Chunmanyuan, have studied in this area, the price is too high and extremely dangerous to let mortals practice. There is a possibility of death at any time."

"If Shen Fushi really agreed last time, I can't guarantee that your wife will still be alive."

Hear this.

Shen Ping's voice became indifferent, "Zeng Daoyou, you and I have cooperated several times, and we are considered acquaintances. Why did you bring up such uncertain things? Do you think Shen is easy to deceive?!"

Matchmaker Zeng hurriedly bowed to apologize, "Master Shen Fu, please calm down, last time I was not careful, please forgive me, this time I invited Master Shen Fu here to make up for it. Choose one that meets your needs, as long as the other party is willing, I, Chunmanyuan, will not charge any fees."

Shen Ping said subconsciously, "Fake pills are also at the foundation building level."

Matchmaker Zeng said confidently, "It's natural."

"It seems that Fellow Daoist Zeng has not only improved his cultivation."

"This is all thanks to Master Shen Fu."

Shen Ping seemed to be stunned, then shook his head and said, "This time Shen came here not just for the sake of the Taoist couple."

Matchmaker Zeng sat on the chair again, and said with a smile, "Ordinary people can't practice, but if the blood and roots of mortals have been specially modified, and they have the qualifications for cultivation, they will naturally be able to step into cultivation."

"Transplant spiritual roots?"

Shen Ping frowned, "Zhenbaolou has this kind of method, but the price is too high, and there will be many troubles in the follow-up, and my wife can't afford to wait."

"If this is what Zeng Daoyou said, forget it."

He was rather disappointed.

Matchmaker Zeng smiled lightly, "Even ordinary monks in Zhenbaolou will not look at it a few times, so how can they waste resources on ordinary people, but I am different from Chunmanyuan. We are committed to letting ordinary people practice, and the means are not Zhenbaolou Comparable."

"The so-called transformation of blood vessels and roots, once completed in the future, will completely change the practice world."

Shen Ping: "..."

He drank the spiritual tea silently.

Then get up and say goodbye.

But just walked out of the door of the private room.

Matchmaker Zeng quickly caught up and handed out a jade slip.

"There are more than a dozen female cultivators at the foundation level in the jade slip."

"The appearance, figure and other information are all recorded here."

"Master Shen Fu can take a closer look after returning."

said.

She said again: "As for the practice of Master Shen Fu's wife, don't worry, there will be results within half a year."

…

On the way back to Tongquan Lane.

Shen Ping was silent.

If Chunmanyuan can't solve the problem of his wife's practice, then he can only wait until his cultivation level is high in the future, and use the method of grafting spiritual roots in Zhenbaolou.

How long will I stay with you later.

That can only do one's best and obey the destiny.

The only thing he hopes now is that his wife can wait until that day.

When approaching the gate of the courtyard.

Pei Huoyu suddenly said, "Chunmanyuan is not simple."

Shen Ping stopped and looked sideways at Pei Huoyu.

She continued: "Chunmanyuan is the same as Zhenbaolou, with power all over the world. The difference is that Chunmanyuan acts despicably, which is not the way of monks of my generation."

Listen.

Shen Ping couldn't help but said, "Chunmanyuan can allow mortals to practice, has Senior Pei heard of this?"

Pei Huoyu is from Zhongshengzhou, with extraordinary knowledge.

If even she has never heard of such things, then what Matchmaker Zeng said is totally unbelievable.

Pei Huoyu glanced at Shen Ping, "You want your wife to practice cultivation?"

"right."

"Although Chunmanyuan is despicable, they have always kept their promises."

"You can rest assured about this."

"However, the price of mortal cultivation is very high. Even my Zhenbaolou has to be at the Nascent Soul level to perform the act of grafting spiritual roots. Regardless of the resource consumption, it will only make it difficult for mortals to practice in the end. Once the life span is exhausted, it will only increase worries."

Finished speaking.

She stopped talking and walked straight into the quiet room in the small courtyard.

But Shen Ping showed joy.

Before, he thought that the matchmaker Zeng was bragging, but what he never thought to say was actually true? !

Of course there may be a slight exaggeration.

But the matter of transforming the bloodlines and bones so that mortals can practice should not be wrong.

"Half a year!"

He couldn't help being excited.

If the problem of his wife's practice can be solved, then the biggest worry in my heart will disappear.

Whatever the future holds.

At least he can stay with his wives and concubines for a hundred years.

that's enough!

…

Late at night.

The bed in the spacious bedroom was swaying.

Lingyu ginseng paste has a mixed taste after dilution.

Whether it was Bai Yuying or Luo Qing, they gradually fell asleep in the fully immersed double cultivation.

Brocade white, blue and purple apron wrinkled into a ball.

Shen Ping took a short break.

Then his eyes fell on Wang Yun.

She apologized, "It's all because Yun'er is useless, there is no way to make my husband happy."

past days and nights.

She is the first.

But in recent months.

Shen Ping took care of Bai Yuying and Luo Qing first.

About this.

Wang Yun blamed herself deeply.

Since the husband broke through the foundation establishment.

Her mortal physique can hardly bear too much movement.

at this point.

In fact, she had already expected in her heart, after all, with the increasing cultivation of her husband, the gap between immortals and mortals would become wider and wider like a chasm.

Shen Ping didn't say anything.

He tore off his wife's pink apron, and his waist sank.

Open the virtual panel.

Look at the shining golden light.

Movements are slow.

Two cups of tea passed.

The wife's cheeks were flushed, and her skin was radiant, and it took dozens of breaths before it returned to its original state.

have a break.

Wang Yun said quietly, "Husband, I want to use Lingyu ginseng ointment."

Death without regret.

She said silently in her heart.

Shen Ping looked at Wang Yun's serious face and sighed in his heart.

Both Luo Qing and Bai Yuying could barely bear the power of the diluted Lingyu Ginseng Ointment.

Wang Yunruo used Lingyu ginseng ointment.

The result is only one.

Although he knew that his wife had been depressed recently, he didn't expect it to be so serious.

After thinking for a while, he said with a smile, "Yun'er, when you step into the cultivation practice, I will let you experience the magical effect of Lingyu ginseng ointment as a husband."

Wang Yun didn't react for a while.

until it feels warm.

She trembled slightly, raised her eyes and said, "What did your husband just say?"

"I said wait until you step into practice."

"Then you can use Lingyu Ginseng Cream."

Shen Ping said word by word.

Wang Yun's heart was shaken, she bit her lower lip and shook her head, "How can mortals practice cultivation, my husband..."

Shen Ping interrupted, "Yun'er, since you married as your husband, have I ever lied to you? You were also at the Foundation Establishment Banquet, and the hall was full of golden pills, Foundation Establishment, and Nascent Soul cultivators were seated. How can it be achieved by ordinary foundation building!"

"And this Tongquan Lane."

"You have always known that you are cautious in acting as a husband, and you rarely do things that attract attention."

"But now..."

He looked at Wang Yun, with a rare soft voice, "The moment I sent you to the flying boat in Yunshanfang, my husband already understood that without your company, what is the meaning of this life!"

Speaking of which.

Shen Ping held his wife's wrist and placed it on his left chest.

"it's here."

"You're lingering."

"So there are some things that my husband would rather take risks than do!"

The voice fell on Wang Yun's ears.

Like a heavy hammer.

She stared blankly at Shen Ping.

Scenes of scenes that were once accompanied by him emerged in front of my eyes.

Her palm felt the pounding heartbeat.

Tears slipped down quietly.

turn out to be.

She is so important to her husband.

Come back to God.

Tears flow like a spring.

Her eyes raised as if returning to the original scene.

Bowl.

this moment.

Wang Yun smiled.

Her smile blooms like a peony.

"Husband."

"Ordinary people can also practice."

The firm voice fell.

The deep golden color of the virtual frame vibrates loudly.

For a long time.

The last touch of luxurious purple surges from the depths.

In an instant.

The entire virtual panel is completely submerged in purple.

And the purple light is shining.

The first virtual frame suddenly condensed into a purple crown.

Cover the crowd.