"Merit system!"

Bite~

In an instant, a pale golden curtain of light appeared in front of him:

“

Name: Ma Ping

Race: Human (Congenital Dao Body)

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Shou Yuan: 120

Cultivation: Refining and refining gas (beginner)

Identity: Purple Mountain Viewer

Priesthood: None

Exercises: Pure Yang Gong (2nd Floor)

Merit value: 6 points

”

The curtains on both sides of the carriage were lifted, and the refreshing air circulation came into the carriage without being stuffy, Ma Ping frowned and opened his eyes, and wondered:

"This time, there are actually 5 points of merit!?"

Where does merit come from?

His brows furrowed tightly, he wanted to analyze the pattern from these few cases, so that he could act according to the rules in the future, rather than by mistake now.

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows and thought of a possibility:

"Could it be that only if you have a client can you have merit?!"

His eyes lit up instantly, and it seemed to make sense:

The matter of Niujiazhuang is entrusted by Lizheng, so it has merit; the goddess of refining Zishan is experimenting by herself without a client, and there is no merit; Beishan Guannu Zombie is that Wang Xiaoliu asks for help, which can be regarded as a commission, and there is merit!

Right!

That's right, it must be!

The more Ma Ping thought about it, the more he felt right, and his eyes shot a terrifying light!

"Du Yunniang's resurrection (female ghost surname Du), entrusted by the realm lord!

Call~

The train of thought was completely straightened out, and half of the stone that had been pressing on his heart was removed, Ma Ping suppressed his joy and looked at the golden light curtain with fascination, even the fine lines on it felt so beautiful for a while.

Now that you know the law of merit, although you still need to test it again, you don't have to dare to use it completely like before!

Slightly closed his eyes, looking at the golden curtain of light floating there;

Ma Ping let out a long breath, let yourself try how strong the effect of merit is!

The head dizzed slightly, and the golden light curtain became blurred, and after a few moments, the light curtain returned to normal:

“

Name: Ma Ping

Race: Human (Congenital Dao Body)

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Shou Yuan: 120

Cultivation: Refining and refining gas (Xiaocheng)

Identity: Purple Mountain Viewer

Priesthood: None

Exercises: Pure Yang Gong (2nd Floor)

Merit value: 4 points

”

Licking the corners of his mouth that were a little chapped because of excitement, his eyes flashed with a dazzling essence:

"Hehe, can you go up a small level at 2 o'clock?!"

"Come again!"

Once again, the mind pressed hard against the button:

1 point!

2 o'clock!

3 points!

4 o'clock! All merit points are pressed down!

"Boom!~" The eyes were golden, the head was dizzy, and a series of negative feelings such as nausea and nausea all jumped out;

At this time, the light curtain had turned into a small ball of golden light, and the handwriting and patterns on it were all blurred.

After a while, I saw the light curtain flashing, and the handwriting slowly became clear and returned to normal:

“

Name: Ma Ping

Race: Human (Congenital Dao Body)

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Shou Yuan: 120

Cultivation: Refining and refining gas (peak)

Identity: Purple Mountain Viewer

Priesthood: None

Exercises: Pure Yang Gong (2nd Floor)

Merit: 0 points

”

Call~

It's completely different, like an arm!

Ma Ping felt that every trace of mana in his body was under his control, and he could do more with less mana than before, and the mana was several times more than before!

"2 points of merit is a small level!"

Staring at the two words pinnacle on the light curtain, Ma Ping couldn't help but lick his lips:

"As long as you have 2 more merits, you can become a high merit!?"

High merit!

If there are other Taoist priests in the county town who can contend with them, then Gao Gong is really a glance at the mountains!

There are not many people in Pingyang County! Not even in the whole of Yunzhou!

Hush~

After a long while, Ma Ping opened his eyes again, the light in his eyes had dissipated, and with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked at the mountain scenery in the distance:

"I hope that Wangjiazhuang and his party can have a good harvest~"

The coachman shivered, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and suddenly felt very depressed for some reason just now, turned his head to look at the snow around him, and let out a long breath:

Maybe I slept too late last night!

But last night, Daoist Chongming was really powerful, and he was able to bring the dead to life!

Tsk~Awesome~

In a blink of an eye, forgetting the depressing thing just now, the coachman shook his horsewhip:

Syllable~

"Drive!"

Squeak ~ squeak ~

distant mountains, snowy fields, black carriages;

A goshawk flew high in the sky, startling a rabbit running and a bird calling.

Because of seeing off Liu Jing and his wife, I traveled a little late today.

It wasn't until near noon that the carriage stopped in front of a white-walled and black-tiled manor.

"Chongming Daoist, Wang Yuan's foreign house has arrived"

Ma Ping got out of the car in good spirits, he was wearing a light red robe today, with the mark of Pingyang Taoist Palace on it, symbolizing the identity of the Taoist priest.

A man dressed in black stepped forward quickly, bowed his hand and said:

"But the master is a master of the Ming Dao?"

Ma Ping nodded:

"Exactly, Poor Dao heard that your mansion has been quite abnormal recently, so he was entrusted by the county to come and take a look."

When the disciple heard this, he was overjoyed, and the salute was even greater:

"My family members have already instructed that the Taoist chief should come to the flower hall to serve tea" and said:

"Dao Chief, please come here~"

Ma Ping nodded in satisfaction and went inside, while another man led the coachman to the back kitchen to use wine and meat.

Following the black-clothed servant, Ma Ping passed through the corridor and transferred the house, and the two of them arrived at the flower hall after about half a cup of tea.

The servant in black first invited Ma Ping to sit down, and then served tea, water, melons and fruits.

While I was using tea, I heard a sound of footsteps outside:

An old man with silver and white beard led a few servants to walk quickly, and as soon as he entered the door, he arched his hand and said:

"But the head of the road?"

The old man wore a dark pattern Wufu long robe, covered with fine fur, and wore a jade-inlaid hat on his head, and his hair was white but his spirit was shining.

Ma Ping got up and said:

"Exactly, the foot is the king's outside?"

The old man laughed, waved his hand and said:

"You can't be called outside, the old man used to be the head of the Ministry of Rites in the capital, and he shouldn't be called outside, he can't!"

The two sat down separately, drank hot tea and chatted a few words, and the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves for a while.

After a while, Ma Ping put down the teacup with a slight smile and asked:

"When the poor road came, the county lord didn't say it clearly, and asked the staff to tell him the details."

Wang Yuanwai sighed when he heard this:

"Woe to the house!" said the servants, after sending them out:

"My kid is a county student, and he studies in the county seat on weekdays, and only goes home once during the mid-year break;

"When I came back, I heard that they had rescued a teenager!"

Hearing this, Ma Ping raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Saving people, this should be a good deed~"

When Wang Yuanwai heard this, he felt even more bitter:

"The old man thought the same way!, but ......" shook his head:

"Hey, the Dao Elder will know the reason after listening to the old man!"

With Wang Yuanwai's explanation, Ma Ping understood:

The rescued boy is called Yuliulang, who is only twelve or thirteen years old, very smart, and knows everything about the subset of history.

At the same time, he was very handsome, his skin was like white jade, and his eyebrows were affectionate, and the prince naturally liked it very much, so he was often with him.

The two read and practiced calligraphy together all day long, and they liked to go on outings for fun.

One day, the two drank too much wine;

The young man's eyes were blurred, his lips opened and closed slightly, and a little wine remained at the corners of his lips.

Wang Gongzi was fascinated when he looked at it, so he hugged the young man. Beg. Happy.

Yuliulang didn't shirk it with a shy face, and he looked at it like a virgin, and Xia Fei's cheeks flew away.

One night * spring * night is bitter and short~

Speaking of this, Wang Yuanwai was even more angry:

"My son was originally in good health, but when he came back, he was just like he had just recovered from a serious illness, and his eyes were blank!"

"At first, I thought it was a *prostitute*, but I knew that it was actually a child!"

Bang!

Slammed the table, Wang Yuanwai stood up and arched his hand:

"This must be a fox spirit, and I ask the Taoist to cast a spell to save my child~"