During the Chinese New Year.
The Zhong and Li families move around and communicate with each other.
On the sixth day of the lunar month, Zhong Yan and Li Henian went to the City Lord's Mansion together, and finally met the legendary City Lord Qin Ben.
Qin Ben is tall, handsome, and has a gentle smile. He looks like a scholar, which is different from what he imagined.
In his early thirties, with the efforts of his father Yu Yin and himself, he became the lord of a city, managing a population of more than 600,000 in Qingyang City, and commanding the power of 80,000 soldiers and horses.
According to Li Henian, he once killed a seventh-level Qi Refining monk in single combat.
The record is really impressive.
You know, generally speaking, the combat power of innate warriors is comparable to that of the seventh level of Qi Refining, that is to say, close combat.
When a monk reaches the seventh level of Qi refining, he can control the flying magic weapon to control the air. Facing the innate warrior who cannot take off in the air, as long as he is not entangled in close quarters, he is almost invincible.
Coupled with the long-range attacks of spells and talismans, it is rare for a warrior to defeat a monk if the level is appropriate.
Qin Ben was very talkative and easy to make friends with. He didn't have the arrogance of a child from an aristocratic family, but exuded an aura of recklessness.
A banquet where both the guest and the host enjoy themselves.
When leaving, Zhong Yan presented three talismans that were specially refined for mortal use and activated by spells.
Exit the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.
Li Henian chuckled, "Even though he looks harmless, he is also a cunning and cunning person, full of bad things."
"oh?"
"Last year during the Dragon Boat Festival, he took the initiative to find me and fellow Taoist Bai, and together we intercepted and killed the head of the Liu family in Wangxi City."
"Head of the Liu family? Liu Tianming?" Zhong Yan's eyes flickered. He had been to Wangcheng City before and had little understanding of the Liu family.
Wangdi City is a large city adjacent to Qingyang City. The Liu family is the only immortal cultivating family in Wangdi City. It was founded less than a hundred years ago, but it is very powerful. There are two foundation-building ancestors in the family.
Li Henian shook his head, "Liu Tianming retired, it's his cousin Liu Zhilong, who is at the eighth level of Qi Refining."
Zhong Yan smiled and said, "Brother has gained a lot of benefits, right?"
"Shit! What a poor guy!"
Li Henian snorted, "I originally thought so too. A family leader will never have less resources. In the end, he was only given a first-level magical weapon and a dozen low-level spiritual stones, but I spent ten of them myself. There were many talismans and half a bottle of pills, and finally Qin Ben gave me ten thousand taels of silver."
"I made a profit too." Zhong Yan asked again for details, and gained a better understanding of Qin Ben's courage, carefulness, foresight, and impressive martial arts combat prowess.
Li Henian was at the sixth level of Qi training, Bai Siyuan was at the seventh level, and Qin Ben, who was at the sixth level of Qi training, killed Liu Zhilong, who was at the eighth level of Qi training, and a follower at the sixth level of Qi training.
Li Henian: "The main reason is that he was careless. He didn't expect us to dare to take action outside the city."
All the way back to Wutong Lane, Li Henian remembered something, "By the way, dear brother, there is a gathering of monks at Qinghu Garden on Lantern Festival night. It is held every year. All the monks in the city will be there if they have nothing to do. Please prepare yourself so that you can exchange items then. , to exchange cultivation experiences.”
Zhong Yan nodded, and the only things that could be exchanged were talismans. Others, there was a magic weapon in the storage bag that was worth some money, but it was considered dirty. If it was traded and ended up in Yangquanfang City, it would be easy to cause problems.
Return home.
Zhong Yan saw his wife standing in front of the wooden mannequin, lost in thought, "Ping'er?"
"Hey! My husband is back!"
"What's wrong?"
"It's okay, I'm just a little tired."
"Rest when you are tired, and balance work with rest." Zhong Yan stepped forward to help his wife wipe the sweat from her forehead. She had good martial arts talent and had now reached the second level of physical training.
"Thank you, husband."
After chatting for a while, Zhong Yan went to the training room to make talismans.
In the next few days, he found that his wife was in a daze from time to time and her mood was not very high.
When I asked her, she said it was okay.
However, after the double repair, the experience gained from the system panel did not fluctuate.
Zhong Yan asked Xiaohuan about what happened in the past few days, but to no avail.
Until that night, Jiang Ping lay on his chest and whispered: "Does your husband dislike Ping'er?"
Zhong Yan was startled, "Why do you say that? Is your husband doing something bad?"
"No, my husband takes great care of Ping'er! It's Ping'er's blessing that she has cultivated for eight lifetimes!"
Jiang Ping stood up and gave her a kiss with her red lips. Then her eyes were fixed and she seemed to have mustered up a lot of courage. She bit her lip and said, "Husband, Ping'er wants to give birth to a child for you."
Except for the wedding night, every time the two have sex after that, the husband will withdraw at the last moment, either with a face or with an annoyance.
Just like she didn't like to turn off the lights and especially loved her neck and collarbone, she originally thought that this was also her husband's special hobby.
It wasn't until I had a private chat with several sisters-in-law in Li's house a few days ago and asked why there had been no movement that I realized the problem.
If there is no heir, and her husband suddenly advances to the middle stage of Qi refining, she, a mortal, will not be able to gain a foothold in the future. When her husband takes a concubine, she may fall out of favor.
Zhong Yan looked down at his wife and suddenly realized that she must have been distracted by this matter in the past few days.
He stroked his wife's cheek and said softly: "Don't worry, we'll talk about it later. In the future, if your martial arts level improves, you will be able to give birth to a healthy and excellent child."
Zhong Yan's original plan was indeed to spread the branches and have more children and grandchildren.
But with the system panel, this matter has to be put aside, otherwise it will be inconvenient if there are too many people.
"Well, Ping'er listen to your husband."
Jiang Ping rubbed her face against the generous palm, but when she lowered her head, her eyes were dim and she felt lost. She felt that her husband probably despised her because she was of low birth, and only wanted to have children with a woman with spiritual roots.
"Okay, don't think too much."
The two slept in each other's arms.
The next day.
After Zhong Yan and Jiang Ping made their own talismans and practiced martial arts, they went to the dining table when there was a knock on the door outside.
Afterwards, Xiao Huan led someone in, but it was Matchmaker Lin from the Marriage Pavilion.
When Jiang Ping saw her, her heart tightened, and the meat on her chopsticks fell back into the bowl. It was obvious what she wanted.
"Friend Dao Zhong, Madam Zhong, have a happy New Year! Please forgive me for bothering you!"
Zhong Yan nodded and said, "Fellow Taoist Lin, have a great New Year. Please sit down and have something to eat together."
Lin Xuelan glanced at the dining table and secretly thought that the food was really good. She smiled and said, "No trouble, I ate before I came here."
Jiang Ping stood up, helped her move the stool, and poured tea, "Senior Lin, please have tea."
Lin Xuelan looked up and down her face and said with a smile: "Sister Ping'er looks good and radiant. She has been married to Zhong Mansion for more than three months. Why doesn't her stomach feel better?"
Then he looked at Zhong Yan and said, "Friend Zhong Dao, you have to hurry up. Only through multiple lives can a bloodline with spiritual roots be born and continue the family!"
Zhong Yan put down his chopsticks and complained in his heart, "Marriage Pavilion" is really easy to make money.
A piece of low-grade spiritual stone can be exchanged for eight hundred taels of silver, which is the cost of introducing a person with spiritual root qualifications. If you don't find one, you will settle for the next best thing. If you can negotiate, you will need to pay another price.
In most cases, there is no spiritual root.
But someone like Jiang Ping couldn't spend that much. Maid Xiaohuan bought it for only five taels.
But there is no way, this is other people's way of making money, casual cultivators rarely have the time, energy and way to find their own way.
"Zhong knows the purpose of Fellow Daoist Lin's visit, so I'll trouble Fellow Daoist to help me find someone else. You know the conditions. It's best to have spiritual roots, and you can add money!"
The system panel was based on dual cultivation. Zhong Yan had long suspected that if the partner had spiritual roots, the experience bonus might be different.
Moreover, now that his wife Jiang Ping wants to practice martial arts, she has been somewhat unable to do so recently.
It would be much more convenient to have two wives and concubines, as they could be substitutes during menstruation days, thus stabilizing the increase in experience points. Although the alternative dual cultivation mentioned above was also effective.
"okay!"
Lin Xuelan clapped her thigh and stood up, "Just take a look, Zhong Daoyou, our Marriage Pavilion has always had a good reputation and we won't let you down! Then I won't bother you."
Jiang Ping, who had kept her head down, stood up and said, "Senior Lin, I'll see you off."
When his wife came back, Zhong Yan looked at her and asked, "Ping'er, do you have anything to say?"
The corners of Jiang Ping's mouth turned up in a nice curve, and she blinked and asked, "Husband, do you want to hear the truth?"
"Speak directly."
Jiang Ping sat down, held Zhong Yan's hand tightly, and said with a smile: "That would be great! Ping'er had thought before that if she had a sister, she wouldn't have to worry about not serving her husband well."
After a pause, she sat up straight, pursed her lips and said with a serious face: "Husband, meeting you is the greatest luck of Ping'er's life. You love Ping'er and are kind to Ping'er. Ping'er will always remember it. In my heart, my husband is a monk and he will definitely find a monk as his Taoist companion in the future. Ping'er only hopes that she can always accompany and serve her husband."
Zhong Yan took a deep look at her, stretched out his hand to rub his fair and tender cheek, "Let's eat."
"Um!"
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