Chen Ping felt that he was not that capable, so Shen Wanwan devoted herself to the Chen family.

It was an unprecedented decision for him to open his mouth to try to stay.

This woman has at least a deep or shallow imprint deep in his heart.

Otherwise, he would not appear in the inner demon gate of the Golden Core Tribulation.

Sensing the change in his attitude, Shen Wanwan's eyes dimmed and she said, "Pinglang, Wanwan has a personal inquiry."

After responding, Chen Ping motioned for her to continue.

"What are the plans of the Chen family or you?"

Shen Wanwan's eyes flashed and she said.

"The Shangzong is still the Shangzong."

Chen Ping's answer was watertight.

However, Shen Wanwan was so smart that she couldn't detect the perfunctory meaning in his words. She said with the last trace of hope: "The Purple Rhinoceros Sword is the top five psychic tools in the sect. If Hirang... …”

"Ask Daoist Fellow Gu or Fellow Daoist Yin to come to me in person to retrieve it."

Stomping the teacup heavily, Chen Ping interrupted the second half of her sentence and said coldly.

What a joke.

How can a high-grade psychic Taoist artifact be returned to the Lan Yue Sect so easily?

At this time, the sparkle in Shen Wanwan's eyes completely dissipated, she looked at Chen Ping and sighed: "Old Ancestor Gu holds three spiritual treasures in his hands. Uncle Yin, Uncle Chu and others are all in awe of him."

"Old Ancestor Gu is currently busy suppressing the Abyss and has no time to spare. But after handling it, with his strong character, he will definitely restore stability to the sea area."

"In short, Hirō, you need to watch carefully every step you take."

Hearing this, Chen Ping frowned and asked, "Where is your sect's Taoist friend Yin? Has she returned to the Tianshou Mountains from Wangqin Island?"

"Wanwan doesn't know about this."

Shen Wanwan shook her head without hesitation.

With a look of deep thought in his eyes, Chen Ping stood up and stepped out of the hall. After thinking for a while, he still sent a message: "Wanwan, you can accumulate more knowledge after returning to the sect. I will ask someone to send you a drop of astrological essence as soon as possible." dew."

"Have you decided on your Taoist name?"

Shen Wanwan felt a lump in her throat, and she had a premonition that the reunion would be far away.

"Haichang."

The green figure paused for a moment, then disappeared around the corner.

…

After striding away from Lan Yue Pavilion, a trace of depression appeared on Chen Ping's face.

The separation from Shen Wanwan is not unacceptable in itself.

so that he would not

The happy thing is that all this is out of his control.

Facing Gu Sixian, he was always passive.

After waiting for the Lan Yue Sect to make a move, he could see the move and adapt accordingly.

Before the punch was struck, he could only be careful and guard against it.

In the world of cultivation across the archipelago, there is still a long way to go.

…

At the end of the street is Haichangfang.

The sun was blazing in the sky, and the pavilion was deserted. Several maids from the Hongyan Palace were leaning against the window, posing in boredom.

Obviously, Haichangfang’s business has not improved much in recent years. ??

"It's outrageous. You guys started from the hall, used the dust removal technique, and cleaned the pavilion!"

At this time, a monk with a goatee and a python robe appeared silently on the stairs. After seeing the lazy look of the maids, he scolded him dissatisfied.

The maid seemed to be very afraid of this person, and immediately trembled, her smile disappeared, and she tidied up obediently.

"Senior Brother Chen invites you here not for your enjoyment!"

Yang Ziyu lectured endlessly.

As soon as the maid heard him mentioning the now well-known Chen Zhenren in the city, she immediately picked up the magic formula and worked even harder.

"That's pretty much it."

Yang Ziyu snorted and poured a pot of tea leisurely.

His experience in recent months has been quite dramatic.

That day, he was in retreat on the main peak of the sect in Landu Ridge.

The disciple hurriedly asked for an audience and reported a shocking news.

Chen Ping, the honorary elder of the sect, actually broke through the bottleneck and became a golden elixir monk.

This shocked Yang Ziyu and left him speechless for a long time.

Luo Huazong is already a Jindan force?

After reacting, he couldn't help but feel ecstatic in his heart.

He was thinking about how to show courtesy when an idea struck him and he thought of Haichangfang, which was opened by his senior brother in the dojo.

So, he shamelessly came to recommend himself, and he was subordinate to Weng Mu and became the second shopkeeper.

Yang Ziyu sipped tea and lay down comfortably on the Taishi chair.

Ever since he spread the news about the relationship between the sect and Zhenren Chen, the large and small forces around Landu Ridge have almost crossed the threshold of the reception hall.

There were even monks who were in the middle and late stages of Yuan Dan, and whose supernatural powers were far stronger than his, came to visit him.

Luo Huazong and Yang Ziyu were very high-spirited and earned a lot of face.

"I just don't know when senior brother will come back."

After drinking the hot tea in one gulp, Yang Ziyu looked outside the pavilion.

Suddenly, a red light flashed before his eyes, and a surging spiritual power enveloped him and the Grand Master's chair, spinning him upwards.

After a moment of shock, he was sitting in the hall on the top floor.

A monk in Qingshang was looking at him with a half-smile.

Yang Ziyu was slightly startled. Isn't this the one he has been dreaming about day and night?

The next moment, he came to his senses and quickly jumped up from the Grand Master's chair. He bowed respectfully and said, "Junior, please see Patriarch Chen."

Don't look at the fact that he usually calls himself Chen Ping's junior brother.

But at the critical moment, I didn't have the courage to shout out.

"Junior brother is out of town."

Chen Ping waved his hand and said calmly.

Yang Ziyu left the well-behaved sect leader alone and came to Haichangfang to do odd jobs. He immediately understood his little thoughts, but he had no intention of revealing them.

It is human nature to follow the trend.

"Congratulations, senior brother, on the success of the golden elixir, and the Nascent Soul is in sight."

Hearing Chen Ping's affectionate address, Yang Ziyu couldn't help but be overjoyed. He struck while the iron was hot and said, "Don't you still owe me 3.2 million spirit stones? To congratulate me on breaking into the golden elixir, I would like to owe you 1 million more.

Pay it off in three hundred years."

He went to the Heavenly Beast Island to seek resources, but was unlucky enough to owe a huge debt. He was upset every moment.

But now, he can't wait to get up and repay this spiritual stone every year.

"Junior brother's thoughts are in place."

This man's shamelessness made Chen Ping burst into laughter.

At the same time, a thought flashed through his mind.

There are many golden elixir forces in the Shuangcheng sea area, and the monks here have far less respect for the Lan Yue Sect than those in the inner sea.

Otherwise, acquaintances such as Weng Fuhong and Yang Ziyu would not eagerly rush over to seek connections.

On the other hand, the forces around Kongming Island are keeping a distance from the Chen family like they are hiding from the plague god.

"Junior brother, being the shopkeeper in the pavilion is really overkill."

Chen Ping knocked on the table and ordered: "I will assign you two tasks."

"Senior brother, please give instructions."

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To be continued...