Longevity begins with marrying a wife

late at night.

The bed swayed to an end.

The wives and concubines were too tired to move.

Shen Ping opened the virtual panel and glanced at it. Talisman, spiritual roots, puppet master, as well as divine consciousness, spell resistance, life span and physique were all increasing.

Among them, the improvement of spiritual consciousness and physical fitness is relatively slow.

Although the physique can enhance endurance and expand the meridians, it requires immersive double cultivation to be effective. He has tried many times, but it is difficult to have this effect on his wives and concubines. He can only have sex with Yu Yan. Sometimes, you will occasionally gain physical fitness.

But what Shen Ping values ​​most is his spiritual consciousness.

His Fu Dao had broken through to the second level of the upper level the year before last, and now his spiritual power has been polished to 80%. If he practices at this speed, his spiritual power will be truly perfect by the end of the year at the latest, and only his spiritual consciousness will be left.

It seems that there is still a big gap between the spiritual consciousness and the middle stage of foundation building.

Shen Ping frowned.

If a monk is over sixty years old and builds a foundation, the chance of failure is very high. Unless he has a variety of precious treasures to assist him and the foundation building pill protects the foundation, he will still fail.

Although his lifespan continues to increase, he still doesn't want to build a foundation after he is sixty years old. The ideal time in his heart is before he is fifty-five.

"Three years!"

"I'm afraid it will be difficult!"

He sighed in his heart, even if he followed Yu Yan to increase the number of double cultivations every day, it would still be difficult.

"Husband."

At this time.

Wang Yun, who was breathing evenly, suddenly opened her eyes.

Shen Ping came back to his senses, touched his wife's hair, and said warmly, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I have been thinking about something these days."

Wang Yun said softly.

"What's up."

"I have been married to my husband for nearly ten years. In four more years, I will be thirty."

Wang Yun held Shen Ping's arm, lowered her head and continued, "In the mortal world, women age at thirty. At fifty, they can be called old women. At sixty, they have silver hair. Although I have martial arts skills, I often use Ling Zhen Dan. The medicine is nourishing, and the beauty elixir given by my husband keeps the face from aging, but, but..."

Speaking of which.

Wang Yun's eyes were blurry with tears, and her voice was nasal, "I am just a mortal after all, and it is difficult for me to accompany my husband to his old age. The jujube tree grows day by day, but my life span is shortened day by day. My husband is a loving person, and with it, Rather than making your husband sad at that time, it is better..."

Shen Ping suddenly interrupted, "Yun'er, my husband will never let you leave!"

He stretched out his palm and wiped away the tears from his wife's eyes.

He said seriously, "Absolutely not!"

There is just no golden frame.

His wife has a place in his heart.

The moment Yunshanfang sent the flying boat.

Shen Ping understood his own heart. Although he knew that this heart was a long-lasting love, no matter what the love was, it could not erase Wang Yun's status.

"You are my wife."

"The married woman."

He lowered his head and kissed Wang Yun on the forehead. This was the first time he showed his feelings.

The tears in the corners of Wang Yun's eyes were flowing like springs, until the deepest worry in her heart completely disappeared.

She smiled happily, "Husband, you once said that you should hold your son's hand and grow old together with him. Yun'er is willing to guard her husband even when her hair turns gray."

She kept repeating it, and finally fell into a sweet sleep.

The golden frame did not change, but the shining golden light became deeper and deeper.

This night.

Ordinary and ordinary.

The stars twinkle in the bright night sky.

At the beginning of Mao Shi.

In the steaming water mist of the wooden barrel in the wing room.

Shen Ping looked calm.

Seeing his lack of interest, Yu Yan couldn't help but ask, "My husband seems to have something on his mind?"

Shen Ping shook his head, and then said in a rare and low voice, "Is it true that mortals can't practice?"

Yu Yan was stunned.

Soon there was silence.

She wanted to say something to comfort her, but she couldn't get the words out of her mouth.

It is common knowledge in the cultivation world that mortals without spiritual roots cannot practice, and even those Nascent Soul monks cannot change it.

"It only adds to troubles."

“The future will be decided in the future!”

Shen Ping suddenly laughed, and then with the sound of water rippling, he stepped forward, looked at the sweet grapefruit and gritted his teeth and said, "Today I will smoothen the road!"

He seemed sulky.

Yu Yan's charming tongue traced the line of her lips and said provocatively, "If you want to destroy my path, Fellow Daoist Shen, can you do it?"

no respond.

Only the heavy Taoism is fighting.

…

Early February.

Senior Fu next door once again invited Shen Ping and Yu Yan to have a drink in his courtyard.

Several visits.

Shen Ping knew that Senior Fu, like himself, was a monk who loved good food and spiritual wine. However, although Senior Fu's Taoist monk looked gentle and gentle, he was actually quite strong-tempered and could often overwhelm Senior Fu with just a few words. refute.

"Friend Daoist Shen."

"Fellow Taoist."

Below the wooden frame wrapped with green vines.

Several people were sitting around the stone platform. Senior Fu smiled and raised his wine glass, "This is the newly brewed nectar wine. You two can enjoy it."

Shen Ping raised his head and drank a glass, tasting the taste carefully before saying, "This wine seems to be the same as last time at Qingyang Lake..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Senior Fu laughed with satisfaction, "Young Daoist Shen is really a great wine connoisseur. Yes, this wine is exactly the Ice Dew Yuzhen wine that I imitate."

Shen Ping was a little embarrassed.

He really just said a polite compliment, but he didn't expect Senior Fu to take it seriously.

Senior Le's charming face glared at the Taoist monk and said hurriedly, "This wine is not as good as the Ice Dew Yuzhen Wine. Fellow Taoist Shen, please don't exaggerate, otherwise I, the Taoist monk, will not believe it."

Shen Ping said yes repeatedly.

Had a few drinks.

Yu Yan's cheeks were filled with wine dizziness. After all, this nectar wine was carefully brewed by Senior Fu. Although it was not half as effective as the Ice Dew Yuzhen Wine, it was unbearable to drink more than the seventh level of Qi Training.

Shen Ping was able to continue, but there was a hint of drunkenness in his words.

Senior Fu hesitated for a moment and asked, "I wonder if Daoyou Shen and Senior Chong are close to each other?"

Hear this.

Shen Ping knew clearly in his heart that after the last small banquet at Qingyang Lake, Senior Fu had frequent contacts. He guessed that something must be going on, and it turned out to be the case now.

He pondered for a moment.

He replied: "Senior Chong is a cheerful and enthusiastic person, it's just a compliment."

Senior Fu looked disappointed.

Senior Taoist Lü Le smiled warmly, "Young Taoist Shen is so humble. Last time we had a small banquet, even Senior Chong's disciples never drank the Ice Dew Yuzhen Wine. This friendship is probably more than just acquaintance. That's it, my little girl His spiritual talent is not weak, but he prefers martial arts, and the techniques he practices have some connection with Senior Chong."

"So when Senior Chong comes back, can you please help Daoist Shen to recommend him and let my little girl worship him as her teacher?"

Shen Ping asked doubtfully, "Well, becoming a disciple is a good thing. With the cultivation of the two seniors and their friendship with senior Chong, it shouldn't be difficult, right?"

Can be invited to a small banquet.

He must have some relationship with Chong Yan.

Senior Fu gave a bitter smile and said bluntly, "Friend Daoist Shen, Senior Chong's requirements for accepting disciples are not too harsh. The only thing is that he has an ordinary appearance."

Shen Ping subconsciously glanced sideways, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the girl who was secretly standing on the doorframe listening. He twitched the corner of his mouth and wanted to say something about the transformation of women. She might not be as cute as she is now in a few more years, but in the end he didn't say it. .

After thinking carefully, he replied: "Senior Chong will not come back for a few years. If I see Senior Chong then, I will try to mention whether there will be a follow-up. You two seniors should not have high expectations. "

It would be too embarrassing to refuse directly.

Shen Ping could only say this tactfully.

Fortunately, the foundation-building Taoist couple also understood and did not continue the topic.

More than ten days after a drink.

Shen Ping, who was in the talisman-making room, received a very unexpected message.

He stopped writing.

Watching the messenger talisman flash, "Chun Man Yuan is here."