Longevity Begins with Marrying a Wife

Chapter 72 Relic Cave House

Leave Xiuchun Pavilion.

Shen Ping's storage bag had an extra bottle of fire spirit fruit wine. The owner didn't have the slightest intention to win over in his words, and he was completely making friends with the same level of status, showing a lot of sincerity.

And this invitation is more about making up for the previous relationship.

"Foundation Establishment Cultivator."

"Extraordinary."

He couldn't help sighing with emotion.

Such a 'promotion' is really refreshing.

But soon Shen Ping cut off the fluttering feeling in his heart. The other party was able to show face like this, it was all for the sake of the guest of Zhenbaolou. would care too much.

"Cultivation and strength are fundamental!"

"The last drop of spiritual liquid has been completely absorbed, it's time to continue buying!"

Thoughts are flying in my mind.

He strode towards the direction of Zhenbao Building.

It is approaching noon.

There are many monks coming and going at the gate of Zhenbao Building.

Shen Ping just crossed the threshold when he saw Mu Jin respectfully sending out a sect disciple, he was surprised, "Fellow Daoist Mu, it seems that the number of sect disciples received has increased recently!"

Mu Jin squeezed her sweet face, and said helplessly, "That's right, I don't know what's going on, these sect disciples are running to the Zhenbao Tower in groups these days, and I, the one who welcomes me, almost freeze up from laughing .”

"It's still easy to receive Shen Fushi. Every time I come in, I go out quickly."

The two of them walked up the wooden stairs while talking.

The corner of Shen Ping's mouth twitched, "Mu Daoyou, you can't talk nonsense, am I so fast..."

Mu Jin was stunned for a moment, and then her cheeks were instantly stained with a rosy glow, and she said angrily, "Master Shen Fu, you, don't make jokes."

After speaking, he walked upstairs quickly.

Shen Ping looked at the curve of his dress with a smile, and smelled it, "It turns out that Fellow Daoist Mu is also a fellow!"

He smiled even brighter.

Come to the private room on the second floor.

The two sat down on the left and right.

Mu Jin's red face faded a little, she asked, "Master Shen Fu is going to go to the third floor this time?"

Shen Ping shook his head, "I won't go, it's better not to go to that place, I'm going to buy some spirit liquid."

"Didn't Master Shen Fu buy it last time?"

Mu Jin became envious when she said that, "Being able to take the spiritual liquid as a elixir is worthy of being the Qi Practitioner of Zhenbaolou, and the Taoist companion of Master Shen Fu is really blessed."

Shen Ping laughed a few times and remained silent.

His golden-wood dual-line spiritual roots are of good quality, and the effect of absorbing psychic liquid is very good. Naturally, he dares to be so extravagant.

"At the beginning of October is the auction of Zhenbaolou."

"Master Shen Fu might as well wait."

"This auction is a large auction once every ten years."

Mu Jin leaned in front of her, with the scent lingering in her nostrils, she whispered, "I heard that there will be many precious and finale items in this auction, and even the spiritual fluid won't go up."

Shen Ping was surprised.

For the monks in the Qi refining period, spiritual liquid itself is a relatively precious auxiliary training resource. Those who have a wealth background will only auction a drop or two in the later stage of Qi training. Such resources are actually not available in the auction held every ten years. .

He did come interested.

Zhenbao Building has all kinds of items. Although Keqing can use contributions to buy, and there are discounts, but it needs permission. The higher the status, the more precious the items that can be bought.

It is not needed in the auction, and Keqing can also participate. However, as long as the rare treasures in the fixed auctions are not disposable consumables, Keqing can basically buy them directly in Zhenbaolou.

Sit for a while.

Shen Ping left and returned to Yunhe Lane.

"Ding Yan Pill!"

"My Dingyan Pill!"

The moment the door was pushed open, a bell sounded from behind and accompanied by a strange fragrance.

Turn sideways.

There was surprise on his face. Today's Chen Ying's black gauze dress is really enchanting, especially those little feet are painted with bright red lines, and there is a bit more coquettish flavor at that station.

"What to look at!"

"Despicable and shameless old Fushi, return my Dingyan Pill!"

She stretched out her palm to transmit the voice.

Shen Ping smiled lightly, "Chen Daoyou has revealed his true colors? As for Dingyan Pill, do you still remember what Chen Daoyou said the next day?"

Without waiting for Chen Ying to reply, he said to himself, "I will give it to you once I say it, and I won't keep my word. As for when, fellow Daoist Chen, don't worry."

Chen Ying snorted, "I want you to give it to me now!"

Shen Ping looked at Chen Ying, feeling strange in his heart, did Chen Ying forget that he had the Lightning Talisman? Or did he have other preparations, so he wasn't afraid of his Lightning Talisman.

He quietly took two steps back and stood inside the house. As long as Chen Ying dared to come in, he would immediately activate the formation prohibition to suppress it.

"Chen Daoyou, if you want me to give you Yan Dan."

"As long as you open the boudoir, I will give it to you."

He was going to test it a little bit, and the small array disk in the house was slowly activated while speaking.

Chen Ying sneered, "Shen, with your guts, you wouldn't dare to enter even if I opened the door!"

"Chen Daoyou."

"Are you sure you want to open?"

Shen Ping's smiling eyes fell on the curve of Chen Ying's gauze skirt.

Chen Ying suddenly understood, and stared at Shen Ping in embarrassment, "You, **** it!"

She was at a loss for words.

But soon he laughed out of anger, "Shen, you are very good, and I will let you take advantage of it."

She turned and left directly.

Shen Ping frowned, but actually held back, because Chen Ying's temper was a bit abnormal.

Close the door.

He thought of what Mu Jin said about the disciples of the sect frequently going to Zhenbaolou.

"It seems that the cave ruins deep in the Yunshan Swamp are really about to be opened!"

…

Time has just entered October.

The news of the relics cave underground in the Yunshan swamp mine lode spread quietly, and it became known to everyone in just a few days. All the alleys in the city, as well as the scattered cultivators outside Ningshui alley, were talking about the relics. .

Whether it is true or not, this incident is enough to excite the casual cultivators.

After all, relic caves often mean opportunities, opportunities to climb the avenue beyond the limitations of one's own spiritual root aptitude and talent.

Throughout the ages, there have been many stories of monks who got opportunities and took off.

Let’s not talk about it.

A Nascent Soul Elder nearby, such as Raksha Demon Valley, used to be a low-level casual cultivator, but got a chance by accident and eventually became a Nascent Soul cultivator.

However, Shen Ping did not pay attention to the matter of the relic cave. He has been preparing for the ten-year auction of Zhenbaolou these days. There must be many bidders for the items in such auctions. The auction was specially held taking advantage of the appearance of the relic cave.

Breaking into the ruins to compete for treasures requires strong strength.

In addition to the realm of self-cultivation, this strength also requires various means of rare treasures.

Fortunately, with the improvement of his efficiency in making second-order talisman seals, the income from earning spirit stones is much better than before, and some spirit stones have been accumulated in the storage bag.

Auction approaching.

Shopkeeper Ding informed the news.

"Master Shen Fu, there are many items in this auction, and most of the participants are disciples of the sect. There will also be Jindan experts..."

Shen Ping was so frightened that he lost his thoughts, how dare he think about participating, but what he said later reassured him, this auction is still held in the underground auction hall of Zhenbao Building, with many means of protection and isolation of spiritual pressure, and it is organized by Zhenbao. Elder Baolou presided over the auction in person.

"Treasurer Ding, I don't know the strength of this elder..."

"Golden Elixir!"

ps: In the past few days, double repairs will be written simply, otherwise it will be easy to be blocked, because there may be a splash screen next, and I understand everything.

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