Of course, the divine consciousness is only able to slightly compete with the early stage of Yuan Dan in terms of divine soul.

As soon as he enters the Yuan Dan, the monk's mana, physical body, five senses and six senses and other aspects will usher in a qualitative leap.

What's more, after experiencing the baptism of heavenly thunder, there will also be a wisp of Xuansi metaphor containing the power of rules.

This is a reward for feedback from the Heavenly Dao.

In the metaphor of the Xuan Silk Method, the monk can choose to absorb or transfer the natal magic weapon by himself.

And no matter how the monk uses the metaphor of Xuansi, his strength will inevitably be further improved.

Jin Zhaoheng is a sword cultivator, and a sword is a life.

Chen Ping concluded that he had incorporated the Xuansi metaphor into the Natal Spirit Sword.

With the blessing of the Xuansi metaphor, even though the material of Jin Zhaoheng's spirit sword is not as good as the Pure Yang Five Elements Sword, it is even more powerful.

"For a while, the Jin family shouldn't be able to take down the Broken Star Gate."

pressed his forehead, and Chen Ping temporarily suppressed the matter in his heart.

The current situation is not something he can control, and it is useless to think too much.

……

The glow on the edge of the sky gradually dimmed, and Xue Yun finally returned to Fuge Mountain.

"Pinglang, I went down the mountain to see Yu Chilin this time, but she didn't pick up your spirit stone."

"She said that the original agreement was given to the Qing in a hundred years, and since the Seventh Elder is true to his word, her Wei Chi family cannot go back on her word."

"In the next few decades, the Wei Chi family will send a clansman to Fuge Mountain every year to ask for a meeting with Pinglang and collect the ninety spirit stones."

Xue Yun sat on the futon and reported 1510.

"It's kind of interesting."

Chen Ping smiled dumbly and said softly.

He is now the seventh elder of the Chen family, and this old woman just wants to have something to do with him and find a backer for the family.

She also said that her longevity is running out, and she hopes to meet Pinglang before sitting down.

Xue Yun looked at Chen Ping's reaction and said cautiously.

She didn't want to convey this sentence, but when she thought of Yu Chilin's old state of holding candles in the wind, her heart softened for a while, so she gritted her teeth and said it.

Yu Chilin was originally a casual cultivator on Feiyue Island, and moved to Lantian Town with his family when he was in his eighties.

Now, another thirty years have passed, and she is almost 110 years old.

The limit of the longevity of Qi cultivators is one hundred and twenty, and there are actually only a handful of people who can live to that age.

Monks who practice the exercises, fight with others, and take pills will leave behind dark diseases that cannot be completely eliminated.

Although it is not life-threatening, it will also affect longevity.

After being silent for a moment, Chen Ping said lightly: "Okay, I'll take the time to summon her later." You go back to the house and get ready to do your work, I will protect the Dharma for you on the mountain for the next few days. ”

Listening to his emotionless words, Xue Yun couldn't help but be moved.

The recultivation of scattered gong requires cutting off the original meridian circulation and reshaping the Zhou Tian.

There are some dangers in this process, but there are only a handful of monks in the cultivation world who have fallen because of scattered skills.

"Heiro really cares about me."

Xue Yun thought about it, suddenly showed her delicate face, and laughed to herself.

"Why don't you go soon?"

Chen Ping frowned, and his voice sank.

He is going to open the golden bead space next, and there is really not much leisure and elegance to fall in love with this woman.

"Got it!"

Xue Yun tried to hold back her smile, and then walked out happily.

Staring at her back, the corners of Chen Ping's mouth hooked, revealing a somewhat soft look.

……

Bamboo house.

After Xue Yun looked around, she placed the wooden comb, bronze mirror, headdress and earrings and other women's repair items neatly one by one.

"Huh?"

Reaching out and stroking it on the bed, holding a soft ten-inch green silk between her fingers, Xue Yun couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and said secretly: "Whose long hair is this, could it be that someone has lived in this room?" ”

Xue Yun thought thoughtfully, and then a trace of fire lit up in his hand, and the green silk turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

Chen Ping is the reincarnation of a great power, and he is destined to have some achievements in this life.

It is foreseeable that with the growth of his strength, she is not the only woman around him.

Xue Yun doesn't have the luxury of being a couple for a lifetime, she just wants to maintain a high position.

On the way to Lantian Town, everyone who once knew her would stop and salute her, and there were many compliments and envy in their words.

When she saw her family living in Qishu Lake, her father Xue Dahai and younger brother Xue Yifei didn't need to say much, and they were all in tears and couldn't help but be happy.

Even Yue'e, who has always been cunning and mean, was unusual, holding her hand and crying.

Xue Yun could clearly feel that her mother was happy and even a little timid.

Yes, she was afraid, afraid that her daughter would be worried about the past and thus alienate her.

"Mother, why bother acting like this, your daughter is born to you after all."

Xue Yun smiled helplessly, she didn't have the idea of ignoring it once she gained power.

However, her relationship with her mother will never be restored to the same harmony and closeness as with her father and younger brother.

Some unforgettable pains may fade over time, but they can never be erased.

Later, Xue Dahai also mentioned that his grandfather Xue Zhengkong personally visited Lantian Town not long ago and met with them.

And emphasized many times that they are members of the Xue family, and they must not forget their roots.

"Grandfather?"

Xue Yun pursed her lips, this dear relative who was in charge of Baiye Island seemed to have only a vague outline in her impression.

After all, his old man has raised more than 30 children, and his grandchildren are countless, so how can he pay attention to an inconspicuous branch on weekdays.

However, his grandfather is a foundation building monk, and Xue Yun is reluctant to get involved, so how to treat Baiye Island is still up to Pinglang.

Later, Xue Yun went to Weichi's Mansion again and enjoyed the treatment of a distinguished guest for the first time.

Patriarch Wei Chi Lin ignored his physical condition, went out of the house to receive him, and personally brewed a cup of flower tea worth dozens of spirit stones.

It was a scene she had never dared to imagine before.

Before leaving, Yu Chilin secretly stuffed a valuable gift for her.

Xue Yun naturally didn't receive it, and she didn't lack this cultivation resource now.

Besides, if Pinglang knows, he may be despised by him.

She knew very well that the sharp change in the attitude of those people was completely attributed to Chen Ping.

Elder Zhuji's genuine Taoist companion, this identity is indeed indescribably valuable in Haichang Island.

Stupid things that outweigh the losses, she should try to avoid them.

In this way, over time, she can grow purple and red, and her status will not fade.

Of course, the premise of all this is that there is enough longevity.

Otherwise, like Yu Chilin, he will turn into white bones in just a hundred years, and no amount of grace will be a mirror.

A hint of perseverance suddenly appeared on his face, and he saw Xue Yun pat open a pill bottle, swallowed a few pulse nourishing pills in a row, and immediately entered the state of inner vision.

……

Three days later.

Chen Ping, who had been sitting quietly, slowly opened his eyes.

Recently, he has mainly devoted his energy to dispelling erysipelas in his body, while paying attention to Xue Yun's every move.

After seeing that Xue Yun had finished his scattered exercises and began to cultivate the Heavenly Prim Cloud Water Technique, he put away the large array outside the house and flew straight away from the top of the mountain.