The wealthy and wealthy families in the secular world generally prefer to celebrate their birthdays and call friends to get together lively.

But cultivators hardly have this concept.

Unless it is a 500th birthday, 1,000 or something like that, some monks will hold a banquet and feast their fellow believers.

Of course, the monk's birthday is mainly for gifts.

A cultivator who has lived for so long is at least a Jindan or even a Yuan Infant power, and it is easy to collect the resources of a dozen or two hundred thousand medium-grade spirit stones at a time.

On this one hundred and eight years old birthday, Chen Ping didn't care too much.

I poured a glass of spicy wine and drank it all in one gulp, which was a simple celebration.

At the same time, a series of familiar figures appeared in his heart.

However, after only a few breaths, it was gone in a flash.

Embark on the road and look back, the vicissitudes of life are cool and sad.

……

In the insect room of the cave, a thing looms in the glow.

It was a pine tree more than three feet tall and purple all over.

This wood is tall and large, and its shape is very peculiar.

The whole tree seems to have an invisible boundary, half of the leaves are thick and dense, and half of them are shriveled and withered, as if they are dead.

On this day, the door of the insect room was slowly pushed open.

Looking at this tree, Chen Ping flicked his fingers leisurely.

Hearing only a "click", a small part of the main trunk of the purple pine tree actually cracked inch by inch from the middle, and then four dark gray figures jumped out, hanging on Chen Ping's left and right arms respectively, intimacy.

It was the flying rock-winged evil he had domesticated.

And this purple pine tree is a second-order spirit wood, and the pine juice in the trunk is delicious and pure, and it is very popular with the winged evil.

The price of pine wood is not cheap, and one tree sells for 20,000 spirit stones.

For now, though, it's worth the investment.

In just a few years, all four Flying Rock Winged Evils had been promoted to the early stage of the second order, and there were faint signs of breaking into the middle stage.

The wings are infinitely vicious, the demon body is strong, and ordinary top-grade killing magic weapons can't cause them the slightest damage.

If the number is multiplied, and then a third-order insect king is cultivated, it will definitely be an extremely strong boost.

The four wings are evil, exactly two females and two males.

What impressed Chen Ping the most was the thin winged evil who stood out from the Gu killing.

This insect is naturally weak, but in recent years, it has been chasing after it bravely, breaking through the second-order bottleneck first, and beginning to show the majesty of the insect king.

The other three winged evils didn't dare to compete with them at all.

"Big ape, little ape, plant another tree and come in."

Chen Ping commanded lightly outside the door.

Then, two green-haired apes jumped in one after the other, carrying a vigorous pine tree on their shoulders.

The two Ashan apes looked like copper bells, and glanced in the direction of the winged evil, showing timidity.

Chen Ping smiled lightly and shook his head.

The Asan ape not only has to take care of the winged evil, but also occasionally acts as a sparring partner.

At the beginning, the two apes were rampant, and where was their opponent with the first-order winged evil, they were beaten all over their bodies.

But since the Winged Evil also broke through the second order, Asan Ape was immediately no match for the swarm.

It is common for the nose to be blue and swollen, and the hair to fall out in patches.

After all, the gap between the Earth Demon Bloodline and the Heavenly Demon Bloodline is nothing less than mud, unless the realm is suppressed quite a lot, under normal circumstances, it must be impossible to fight.

Flicking a few wings away, Chen Ping turned around and left the insect room.

Releasing the Dengyun Horse Puppet, he sensed the state of the Qinghua Crystal Insect.

The two crystal worms are scattered in one east and one west of the puppet's core, far apart.

It's obviously two insects, one male and one female, but they are not interested in each other.

Not to mention that mating gives birth to offspring, even basic communication is lacking.

Especially the male worm, he would rather stick to him and rub it around, rather than fake the color of the female worm.

This made Chen Ping a little headache.

He knew that it was not easy for the Qinghua Crystal Worm to reproduce, but he never expected that it would catch him in the first level.

"Alas, this seat not only has to marry the clansmen, but also has to pull the red rope for the insects, it's bitter!"

Chen Ping sighed, feeling a little helpless.

Next, he was going to enter the Floating Shadow Dojo again, find a Yuan Dan Insect Cultivator to humbly ask for advice, and see if he could match a little special medicine of infatuation.

……

"The apprentice used a total of twelve sets of materials this time, one of the puppets was completely damaged and could not be repaired, and the other four fell off the grade, resulting in a decrease in value by several percent, please punish the master."

Weng Mu showed a little regret and said worriedly.

"There are no less than thirty second-order puppets made by your hands, and you have actually made such a low-level mistake."

Snorted, Chen Ping said expressionlessly: "For the teacher, you will be punished for three months of retreat, and you will not break through the realm, and you are not allowed to rest halfway, can you be convinced?" ”

"Whatever the master says, the apprentice will do."

A trace of panic flashed on Weng Mu's face, and then he knelt on the ground to receive the order.

"This kid is quite obedient."

With his hands behind his back, Chen Ping smiled secretly.

Don't look at his unkind appearance on the surface, in fact, he is still very attentive to this named disciple.

Weng Mu's comprehension of the puppet is acceptable.

Although it is not as good as him, it is not much closer, and it barely belongs to the talent of one in a hundred.

In the past two years, the corpses of second-order demon beasts that Chen Ping captured were basically made into puppets by apprentices.

After removing the losses in the middle, he made a net profit of 100,000 spirit stones.

As Weng Mu's puppet skills improved day by day, the benefits brought to him also increased.

However, due to the fact that a lot of cultivation time was wasted by practicing puppetry, Weng Mu's realm was still stuck in the early stage of foundation building and did not grow.

In a few months, it will be three years.

If he doesn't supervise it, at that time, Weng Fuhong will really not be able to explain.

"Retire in vain."

Weng Mu secretly glanced at the master and said cautiously.

"There's no hurry."

Chen Ping waved his hand and said, "There are still two third-order demon beasts in the master's hand, and they are going to be made into puppets first, you can observe from the sidelines, and help me with chores by the way." ”

The Shadow Swallowing Knowing King and the Jade Soul Scorpion King that were captured on the flying rock had not yet been dealt with, once these two third-order peak demon beasts were successfully refined, it would undoubtedly be a huge enhancement to his strength.

"Thank you Master for cultivating!"

Weng Mumian was excited and eager to try.

"Follow me."

After speaking, Chen Ping's figure flashed and fled towards the underground platform.

……

A full month later.

Looking straight at the two insect-shaped puppets in front of him, Chen Ping's expression was a little uncertain.

Ten days ago, he first refined the king of the Swallowing Shadow.

Everything went smoothly at first, and I knew that the puppet of the king had maintained its original realm and was ranked as the third-order best.

When it was the turn of the Jade Soul Scorpion King, he ignored a few small details, causing the quality of the puppet to fall off again and again, and it was reduced to a third-order mid-grade goods.

Nearly a million spirit stones have been lost, and anyone will beat their chests and feet extremely uncomfortable, and Chen Ping is no exception.

Weng Mu knew that the master was in a bad mood for a while, so he tiptoed to the corner, and he didn't dare to take a breath.

"What are you staring at me stupidly, is it strange that a high-level puppeteer misses?"

Chen Ping glanced at it and said angrily: "You should go to retreat, and you have to go out of the mountain for the teacher." ”

"Master......"

Weng Mu opened his mouth hesitantly, as if he had something to ask for.

Seeing that he couldn't hold back a word for a long time, Chen Ping turned around unceremoniously and left.

"Master, I would like to ask you for a favor."

Weng Mu was startled, a white cloth bag fell from his cuffs, presented it with both hands, and said in a wailing voice: "Can Master give this thing to Shao Ying?" ”

"Huh?"

Chen Ping turned his head sharply, stared straight into his eyes, and said gloomily: "Weng Mu, that fan girl is six years old in Chinese New Year's Eve, and she may have married and had children in the Huaisu Plain. ”

The Shao Ying in the mouth of the urn Mu is the mortal girl who made him willing to give up his immortal path.

About 20 years ago, Weng Mu and Shao Ying met outside the city, and since then they have made a private decision for life.

At that time, Shao Ying was in full bloom, gentle and graceful.

But the years are not forgiving, Shao Ying is almost middle-aged, but Weng Mu is only in his forties, even if he can't break through Yuan Dan, there are still two hundred years of longevity left.

The relationship between the two is destined to not blossom.

"Shao Ying will always be waiting for me."

Weng Mu's voice was very calm, and he seemed even more confident.

"You're a foundation building monk, why can't you even see through the red dust!"

Frowning, Chen Ping pointed at him and shouted, eager to knock him a few times.

In his mind, if he is involved in such a thing, it will be too much trouble.

Therefore, he always maintained restraint.

Gong Lingshan doesn't need to mention it, the relationship between the two is not pure at all, and he didn't put a trace of emotion into it.

As for Xue Yun, he is relatively strong, but he is just an ordinary Daoist, far from reaching the point of connecting wings and branches.

Isn't it enough to accompany each other for a while and know that the other person is still alive?

"Master, I beg you."

Weng Mu immediately knelt down, his head was like pounding garlic, and he didn't notice the blood flowing at all.

"There is no interest, and you are not allowed to kneel and kowtow at every turn in the future."

As he said coldly, Chen Ping rolled his hand slightly and put the cloth bag into his sleeve.

"Thank you, Master!"

Weng Mu perked up and laughed.

"Hurry up and go to retreat."

When Chen Ping's words came, the person had disappeared cleanly.

……

High in the air at the edge of the city protection formation, a faint light was speeding towards the outside of the city.

Chen Ping's eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The cloth bag on his waist swayed, and he had already swept it with his divine sense, and the bag contained five hundred lower-grade spirit stones and a few bottles of one-grade elixirs that strengthened the body and rejuvenated the face.

The currency circulating in the mortal realm of the Floating Ghost City is also a spirit stone.

In the past three years, he has been confined to the cave and isolated from the outside, and Weng Mu should be worried that mortal women will lack expenses.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Ping's expression gradually became indifferent.

In a few months, he will throw Weng Mu to Weng Fuhong for a headache, he is out of sight and out of mind.

……

Floating Quiet City, Huaisu Plain.

There are about 10,000,000,000 mortals living here.

Half a day later, in front of a splendid restaurant on the plain, a young Taoist priest in green shirts came.

The man stood on the side of the street, looking at the sign of the restaurant, and his expression was slightly strange.

The oversized town at your feet is bustling with pedestrians and oxen and carriages.

Huaisu Town, the only town in the plains.

Due to its large population, this town is several times more prosperous than the big cities in the secular world.

Most of the people on the street are mortals, and the monks who occasionally appear are basically juniors in the Qi cultivation period.

After a little emotion, Chen Ping walked into the restaurant without hurrying.

Avoiding the crowd, as soon as he sat down at a window seat on the second floor, Xiao Er in the store came up to wipe the table and asked Chen Ping what he wanted to order.

Throwing down the two spirit stones, Chen Ping said expressionlessly: "Don't bother me." ”

"Yes, Immortal Master."

With trembling hands, he took the spirit stone, and Xiao Er's voice said excitedly.

Two spirit stones are equivalent to a year's wages for him!

Could it be that this young guest turned out to be an immortal master in the foundation building period?

The more Xiao Er thought about it, the more frightened he became, the Immortal Master of the Foundation Building was a great top man.

Listening to the shopkeeper, the owner of his restaurant seems to be a foundation building monk, who is in charge of the household registration and personnel distribution in the Huaisu Plain, and his power is unimaginable.

Chen Ping was staring out the window, and suddenly, there were bursts of unbridled laughter downstairs.

Then several young men came up from the top of the stairs, all dressed in brocade clothes and dressed as noble sons.

A few people were followed by thirty big men with big shoulders and round waists.

Chen Ping glanced at it and stopped paying attention.

Those sons and brothers are only cultivators at the seventh or eighth level of Qi cultivation, and the big men like family members are just mortals.

The little guy who blows and blows to death, as long as he doesn't take the initiative to provoke himself, he doesn't bother to raise his foot and step on it.

"You give Ben less here!"

These people who looked like noble sons glanced around casually upstairs, and one of them, a short and thin young man in a yellow robe, waved unceremoniously to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper seemed to know him, and immediately trotted over, and said with a flattering smile: "Young Master Wan, do you have any instructions from the old man?" ”

"Ben Shao is going to invite a distinguished guest to have a drink today, you let the irrelevant people on the second floor leave quickly, what loss Ben Shao is all about."

The surname Wan Lian Qi looks so thin, but his breath is very big.

But the shopkeeper did not show the slightest dissatisfaction, nodded again and again, and said yes, and Fei also seemed to notify the shopkeeper to go.

A moment later, a middle-aged monk who practiced the ninth layer of qi hurriedly came upstairs.

As soon as he saw a few sons, the middle-aged monk immediately accompanied Xiao to accept Young Master Wan's request, and then personally walked along the second floor and apologized at each table.

There are not many tables on the second floor, I don't know if the shopkeeper came forward, or if Young Master Wan's name is really not small, after a while, the guests who dined out one after another, and no one dared to show any resentment.

"In Xia Qinshan, Xi is the shopkeeper of Tiger Leaping Tower, this Taoist friend can't help it, today's situation is special, do you think it can be convenient?"

Walking to the corner, the shopkeeper is like a spring breeze.

At present, only the last table was left on the second floor, and a green-robed monk sat alone, and there was not a plate of wine and food on the table.

"Shopkeeper, this immortal master rewarded me with two spirit stones."

The shopkeeper gritted his teeth and said in a slur manner.

Hearing this, the shopkeeper Qin immediately took out four spirit stones from his arms and put them on the table, and discussed in a gentle tone: "Trouble fellow Daoist, please forgive the small shop for being inconsiderate." ”

Chen Ping glanced at him lazily, and then still looked at the street outside the window.

"Fellow Daoists, don't make a mistake about yourself, this Young Master Wan's father is the leader of the monks of Huaisu Town, a master of the peak of foundation building, even if it is in the Floating Dojo, the old man has a great relationship with the ten thousand seniors!"

Seeing that he was indifferent, Shopkeeper Qin's eyes shrank and he opened his mouth to persuade him.

It's just that the tone of the words is no longer gentle as before, and it has become cold.

"Senior Fang, please, everything is arranged."

At this time, footsteps sounded, and a gentle monk in the middle of foundation building, surrounded by several sons and brothers, walked up to the second floor.

This person is in his thirties, handsome with a jade face, and a faint smile on his face, which makes people feel kind at first sight.

"Hey, is this kid?"

Chen Ping was slightly stunned, and his exerted divine sense saw an acquaintance who had not been seen for a long time.