"Ping'er, you have average roots, I am afraid that it is hopeless to build a foundation in this life, and the resources in the clan are limited, so you cannot supply every clansman, after the clan elders decided, they are ready to send you to the Yunshan Swamp to follow the Jinyang Sect to open up the wasteland, maybe when you get there, you will meet your own immortal fate."

Inside a dim and damp wooden house.

The light is like a bean.

Shen Ping lay on the table, looked at the half-scrapped talisman seal, and sighed deeply.

The Jinyang Sect needs a large number of cultivators to open up the wasteland, he has four miscellaneous spiritual roots, ordinary qualifications, and the family exchanges him for resources, which is really normal in the Xiuzhen family.

Yet twenty years have passed.

Not only did he not encounter the so-called immortal fate, but because of the cultivation of the wasteland, he was contaminated with the venom of the demon beast, and his body fell into the root of the disease, and he had to use spiritual power to suppress the toxicity every day, and his cultivation, which was already growing slowly, was completely stagnant.

Now in his forties, he still practices the third layer of qi.

It's miserable.

As a serious traveler, he can be called a typical negative textbook.

But it can't be helped.

Without a golden finger, he has been walking on thin ice for more than 20 years of cultivation, and he has deeply realized the difficulties of cultivating immortals at the bottom.

Boom~

As lightning streaked, rolling thunder shook the sky.

Shen Ping stood up and came to the wooden window, opened the window, the sound of the rain came into his ears, looking at the purple thunder and lightning in the sky, he laughed at himself, "I don't know which one is in the tribulation, but unfortunately, I'm afraid I don't have this kind of opportunity in my life." ”

"That's it, after twenty years, it's time to accept your fate!"

Be a traverser.

He has always believed that my fate is up to me.

Even the four lineage Miscellaneous Spiritual Roots have never given up the idea of cultivating hard, after all, there are countless examples of successful cultivation by seniors with more qualifications.

Although he doesn't have a golden finger, since he is lucky enough to cross into the transcendent world, his luck should not be low, but it backfired, and the cruel reality taught him an unforgettable lesson.

Try harder.

Assiduously again.

Without qualifications and opportunities, it is ultimately in vain, and there is no hope in sight.

Close the wooden windows.

This night.

Shen Ping didn't work hard to draw talismans, but slept in a relaxed way.

Next.

The rain stopped.

Outside the house, the road was muddy, and the rainwater gathered into small streams along the ravine formed by the impact, and he stepped on the stagnant water through seven or eight winding lanes to the main road paved with bluestone slabs, where there were many monks and rows of vendors on both sides of the road, which looked very lively.

Along the main road, he quickly entered a doorway.

"Yo, isn't this Shen Daoyou, rare guest, rare guest!"

The female cultivator dressed in the shop was bewitching, her skin was loose, fat powder was accumulating on her face, and bursts of fragrant wind poured into Shen Ping's nose.

"Zeng Daoyou, I want to ask you to ......"

I haven't finished my mouth yet.

The female cultivator interrupted with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm sure I'll find you a beautiful, white and tender little girl, aren't all those who come to me to marry a wife, Shen Daoyou, I have already advised you, since there is no hope of building a foundation, you must focus on cultivating the next generation, if you think about it earlier, maybe now your children will build a foundation!" ”

Shen Ping sighed, "What Zeng Daoyou said is reasonable! ”

As he spoke, he handed Mrs. Zeng a cloth bag, which was heavy.

Mrs. Zeng opened it and swept it, and the smile on her face became even brighter, "Shen Daoyou is worthy of being a talisman master, and he is generous." ”

Ten spirit stones is definitely a lot of money.

It is not easy for Shen Ping to accumulate net worth, and since he accepted his fate this time, he thought about finding a satisfactory wife, preferably with spiritual root qualifications, and there is a high chance that he will have a spiritual root when he is born.

He spoke his terms.

Mrs. Zeng hesitated and said, "Shen Daoyou, I'm afraid it's difficult to have a spiritual root qualification, even the lowest pseudo-spiritual root is in short supply, and the Dao companions they choose are all in the middle stage of Qi training, and the lowest ones with a little bit of posture have to be in the late stage of Qi training." ”

Shen Ping also knew that it was difficult to find a Taoist companion with spiritual root qualifications, his own strength was too low, although he knew how to make talismans, but the talisman making methods were relatively rough, and so far he was only a low-grade talisman master, and the conditions were too poor.

"Zeng Daoyou, try your best, if you really can't find it, you can only retreat to find a mortal woman."

Mrs. Zeng said with a smile, "Let's Yunshan Fang, there are not many others, the descendants of the monks do not have the qualifications of the spiritual root, but there are countless mortal women with slender and beautiful appearances, you can choose as much as you want, Shen Daoyou rest assured, I will definitely find you a woman who is easier to give birth to a spiritual root!" ”

Shen Ping arched his hand and said, "Then please ask Zeng Daoyou!" ”

Leave the door.

He returned home without lingering.

Yunshan Fang is a Fang City established by Jinyang Sect, 20 years down, the security is guaranteed, but the area where he is located belongs to the periphery of Fang City, there are often murders and treasures, because he is relatively poor, and there is no good magic weapon on his body, plus he is usually cautious, these years are relatively safe.

Dozens of days have passed.

There is news from Mrs. Zeng's side.

He came to the door again.

When I came to the room on the second floor of the door, I saw a delicate little girl who was fidgeting and pinching the hem of her skirt, her age was about twenty-eight Fanghua, her skin was fair and delicate, and although her appearance was not called Alluring, she was delicate and peugeot.

Mrs. Zeng smiled, "How is it?" She looks like she has a good figure, her name is Wang Yun, her father is a monk who practices qi at the fifth level, she was targeted when she went out some time ago, and she died, leaving her behind, no one to take care of her, although she has no spiritual root, but her body can sense aura, if you practice mortal martial arts, you can easily break through to the innate ...... The most important thing is that it is very well-behaved. ”

Hear the last sentence.

Shen Ping suddenly made a decision, "It's her!" ”

Mrs. Zeng smiled happily, "Okay, five spirit stones, she is Shen Daoyou, when you hold a wedding banquet in the morning, you want me to drink a few glasses!" ”

Shen Ping took out five more lower grade spirit stones and left the shop with the little girl.

Two days later, the wedding banquet was held.

Neighbors sent out invitations.

Most of the people around the house where he lived were middle and low-level Qi practitioners, and for the sake of his talisman master, they also gave face and came to eat a flowing water banquet on the day of the wedding banquet.

……

At night.

There were a few more candles lit in the room, and it was much brighter than usual.

Although there are special lighting crystal lamps for sale in Fang City, they are relatively expensive, and Shen Ping has been able to save money these years, and he does not dare to buy crystal lamps extravagantly.

Wang Yun sat on the edge of the bed, her body under the red gauze head was tense, her father was dead, she had no spiritual root cultivation, and she had no freedom in this Yunshan Fang, and now she only hoped that this monk could treat herself well.

Hear the sound of approaching footsteps.

She was even more nervous.

When the red hijab was lifted, she lowered her head in shame, not daring to look up at her husband.

Shen Ping couldn't help but be a little nervous, although he had read countless films in his previous life, but they were all limited to theory, and he had never really practiced in actual combat, but fortunately, as a monk in this life, even if his strength was low, there was no problem in marrying a wife.

"Yun'er, it's time for us to rest."

He stretched out his hand and landed on Wang Yun's shoulder.

"Husband, please have mercy on ......"

Call.

The sound of the wind blowing.

The candle goes out.

Soon.

Shen Ping finally faded away from the greenness in his heart and became a real man.

Next.

It was just getting dark.

Shen Ping woke up from his deep sleep, feeling his wife curled up like a kitten in his arms, and his face couldn't help but show a touch of amazement.

From today on, he will completely abandon unrealistic expectations and honestly accumulate resources for future generations.

[You worked hard with your wife to double cultivate all night, and gained +10 talisman experience]

[Current wife's opinion is 60]

[Bonus: 0]

[Talisman: First Order Lower Grade (1005/1000) can be broken through]

Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly noticed a virtual panel popping up from the corner of his eye, with four lines of golden font on it.

Shen Ping couldn't help but rub his eyes, seeing that the virtual panel was still there, he was sure that he was not hallucinating due to overwork.

"Could it be that this is a golden finger?"

He became increasingly excited, but he didn't show it, but asked his wife beside him.

"Yun'er, do you have anything in front of you?"

"Nope!"

Wang Yun replied, and then said shyly, "Husband, the concubine is sleepy, so I'll get up and cook for you." ”

However, Shen Ping turned over.

"It's still early, let's go to bed again."

I don't care about my wife.

He wanted to make sure if it was a golden finger.

ps: The new book is on the road, please collect and read, thank you.