Chapter 82: Second-order puppet made

Chapter 82 The second-order puppet is made

Zhenbao Building.

Puppet material area.

There are wooden boxes on each row of the shelves, and what items are marked on them. The production of second-order puppets requires dozens of materials such as high-grade silver sunken wood, soul seeds, and snow silk. Only dare to buy five or six copies, but this is enough for him.

Other puppet masters have to accumulate for several years or even longer to break through the second level, and they will try to make it after they feel proficient.

Relying on double cultivation, Shen Ping can quickly gain insights and accumulation, saving a lot of time.

Go back to Qinghe Lane.

He got busy.

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

Daily double repairs also had to reduce the number of times.

Even meditating in the quiet room.

Shen Ping gritted his teeth and shortened it, saving time for the talismans and puppets.

But while busy.

He came to Zhenbaolou to sit every now and then, mainly to inquire about news. If Zhenbaolou could go here, he would naturally choose Zhenbaolou.

In this way, a month passed quickly.

Fang City is still covered in blood.

The casual cultivators resumed their previous lives, but the number of cultivators who secretly went to the surrounding 100,000 mountains quietly increased. Even if none of these cultivators came back, they could not stop the waves of cultivators following them.

Loose cultivators have their own thoughts. Some people may believe in Jin Yangzong, but most of them will not pin their lives on the verbal promise of Jin Yangzong.

this day.

The cold wind swept across, and Yunshanfang ushered in the first snow of this year.

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

Come to Xiuchun Pavilion.

The door was unusually deserted.

Go in and have a look.

It was only then that he discovered that the shelves of pills, magical instruments, talisman seals, array plates, etc. in the store were empty.

Shopkeeper Chen is not there either.

Shen Ping showed doubts and walked to the small courtyard.

I saw shopkeeper Chen sitting under the old locust tree quietly sipping spiritual tea.

"Master Shen Fu."

After sitting down.

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

He smiled.

But the eyes are full of unspeakable suffering.

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

At this time, shopkeeper Chen was not as exquisite as usual, and he didn't have that shrewd eyes. He was like an ordinary old man, telling every detail of himself and Xiuchun Pavilion.

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

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

"I really can't bear to leave if I really want to go."

"It's all right now, I can stay with you forever."

Speaking of which.

Shopkeeper Chen raised the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, "Master Shen Fu, you are a lucky person, let's go, no matter whether you can go or not, you must try your best to leave."

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

Shen Ping also stood up.

He watched shopkeeper Chen off, and the back of a monk in the late stage of Qi training seemed a little staggering.

A moment.

He stepped over the shop door of Xiuchun Pavilion.

Looked back at the door plaque.

I just felt a suffocation in my chest.

"This is the way of the world."

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

Come back from Xiuchun Pavilion.

Shen Ping called on Yu Yan and Luo Qing to drink up all the spiritual wine in the storage bag. He did not use spiritual power to dissolve the alcohol, but let the drunkenness spread all over his body. With his eyes blurred, he grabbed the two figures and pulled them apart skillfully. robes, and headed down the avenue.

Follow the road.

I don’t know how long it’s been going.

The stuffiness in his chest disappeared.

After the mind is awake.

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

"Husband."

"No matter what happens, we will be by your side."

Yu Yan said softly.

Luo Qing's face was rarely soft.

Since the scarlet occlusion.

They all know that the husband has a lot of pressure hidden in his heart.

"I'll go to Zhenbaolou and ask again!"

Shen Ping felt that he could not wait any longer. Regardless of whether there was any news from Zhenbaolou, he had to take Yu Yan and Luo Qing away at the end of the year. Every day of delay in staying in Yunshanfang would be one more day of danger.

What is Jin Yangzong's plan?

He didn't want to guess, only when he stayed away from Yunshanfang, could he truly feel at ease in his heart.

Went to the water room to clean up the lower body.

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

During the conversation.

The two walked side by side to the courtyard.

After a while.

The other Foundation Establishment guests came one after another.

After all the members of Yunshanfang have arrived.

Elder Yuanying's voice sounded, "Come in."

In the hall.

Seeing that purple-robed elder again this time, his expression was no longer as relaxed as before, the corners of his eyes seemed a little gloomy, and his voice became a little cold.

"The end of the year."

"Zhenbaolou left Yunshanfang with the disciples of Jinyangzong."

"The deacon, Keqing, can accompany you."

As soon as the words came out.

A Keqing from Zhuji couldn't help but said, "Elder Qiu, I wonder how many places the Keqing can take this time?"

Elder Zipao looked unhappy, "Did you understand, Deacon Keqing can accompany you, if you don't want to leave, you can stay, okay, go out!"

Nascent Soul's mana aura surged.

All the deacons and guests turned pale.

When Shen Ping came back to his senses again, he felt that his feet were a little unstable, and he hurriedly circulated his dantian spiritual power to barely suppress the coercion.

The faces of Cui Keqing and other Foundation Establishment cultivators beside him were ugly.

Shopkeeper Ding frowned.

Seeing Shen Ping's gaze shifted over, Shopkeeper Ding shook his head, "It's likely that the negotiation with the Qingyang City General Station did not go well, and I'm afraid it's a bit of a loss!"

Cui Keqing's face was cloudy and uncertain, and then he sighed, "The family members are not allowed to take them. Isn't this staying to wait for death? Shopkeeper Ding, you have a lot of contacts, why don't you find a chance to talk to the deacons of Jindan and see if you can help me?" Take the family away."

Shopkeeper Ding said helplessly, "I can't leave by myself, so I can only rely on favors. Keqing Cui should not get too hopeful. Alas, what is this called? We still have many external members in Zhenbaolou. Can't go."

"I'll ask about the situation later."

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

Lingcha drank one cup after another.

until sunset at dusk.

Shopkeeper Ding appeared at the door of the private room.

brush.

Shen Ping and the others focused their gazes on the past, noticing Shopkeeper Ding's face, their hearts sank.

Shopkeeper Ding came in and drank a cup of spiritual tea in one breath, then sighed again and again, "I haven't found out the specific situation. I only know that every extra person you bring will have to pay a price. Zhenbaolou can only protect the deacon Keqing first!"

Although Shen Ping was mentally prepared, he still felt a little dazed when he heard this. He could walk, but what about Yu Yan Luoqing!

When they went to Chunmanyuan, they couldn't rest assured at all.

Let's not talk about Luo Qing.

Yu Yan...

Go back to Qinghe Lane Courtyard.

The sky was gloomy.

Only blood shines on Yunshanfang.

Shen Ping stopped at the entrance of the small courtyard and looked at the crystal lights in the bedrooms and wing rooms, and sighed deeply.

"Eight layers of Qi training."

"It's really weak."

He raised his eyes and looked at the blood-colored sky. He really wanted to smash it with a punch, but he could only think about it. Facing such a large formation, not to mention him, even several Nascent Soul cultivators couldn't do anything about it.

Hoo.

suck.

Take a full ten deep breaths.

Shen Ping's face returned to the calmness of the past, and a smile appeared in the corners of his eyes.

Step into the courtyard.

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

Meditation.

Meditate again.

Pray for blessings.

After finishing the familiar set of talisman-making actions, Shen Ping didn't have the slightest distraction, only the talisman seal remained in his mind and eyes!

…

Deep in the swamp of Yunshan Mountain.

There is no longer a monk in the relic cave of the underground mine veins, and on the fifth floor, Chunmanyuan still transports batches of casual monks in black robes and masks, making them stand on the blood-stained round platform.

ZiZi~

Rotate with the round platform.

The casual cultivators in black robes and masks let out bursts of painful wailing, and some of their blood burned directly, turning their entire bodies into ashes.

Elder Yuanying was expressionless, but the disappointment in his eyes was getting deeper and deeper, "No, no, how did the blood crocodile ancestor succeed back then, continue!"

"time is limited."

"Wait another half a year, if no one succeeds, destroy this place!"

During the conversation.

The monk beside him noticed that there was a monk on the round platform that had withstood the burst of blood energy from the formation pattern, and hurriedly sounded a reminder.

Elder Yuanying's face was filled with joy, he flashed over and swept away his consciousness, and laughed loudly: "After so many attempts, I finally succeeded once, and I can do business, continue, if there are one or two more..."

…

Mid-December.

The blood color is getting darker, and sometimes it looks a little coquettish.

The number of casual cultivators who have left Yunshanfang has exceeded thousands, and the number is still increasing. Instead of stopping this, the law enforcement patrol team of Jinyangzong's outer sect deliberately condoned it.

Qinghe Lane Courtyard.

Between symbols.

Shen Ping looked at the smart puppet in front of him, a smile appeared on his exhausted face, he spent six puppet materials, and after gaining puppet insights day and night, he managed to barely make a second-order puppet.

Speaking of it, it was thanks to Yu Yan.

Although her white puppet was only middle-grade, its production technique was unique, especially the neat and consistent connection between the ingenuity, which gave Shen Ping a lot of inspiration.

Puppet making is different from talisman seal.

In addition to proficient skills, it also requires an immersion and inspiration for puppets.

Finger flashes.

This puppet seemed to be alive, circling around Shen Ping's arm with the tip of its tongue.

Although it is only a relatively simple snake-like 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.

It is most suitable for surprise sneak attacks.

Driven for a while.

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

"Husband."

"A female nun came to visit at the gate of the small courtyard."

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