Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 427
Dongfu Hall.

With a wave of Chen Ping's sleeve robe, the Dengyun Horse Puppet flew out straight with four hooves.

This puppet was no longer as majestic as before, his whole body was covered in blood, and even one of his most important wings was broken.

Fu Bao's full blow was no joke.

If it weren't for the fusion of a fourth-order Yunxia Stone Essence, which greatly increased the strength of his physical body, he would have lost the Dengyun Horse puppet now.

After pondering for a while, Chen Ping flicked his finger and clicked out a half-foot-sized ice crystal flame.

Then, a batch of colorful puppet materials were thrown into the spirit fire one after another.

These materials were recently purchased in the dojo, which cost him more than one million spirit stones.

It doesn't matter if it loses a little resources, Chen Ping only hopes that after repairing, the speed of Deng Yunma's escape will not be affected.

……

Chen Ping, who was so absorbed in repairing the puppets, could not feel the passage of time at all.

In the blink of an eye, another six days passed.

At this time, he had just regained the wings of the Dengyun horse, when suddenly there was a howling sound from outside the formation, and then someone shouted: "Chen Daoyou, Mr. Weng is asking to see you."

It was Weng Fuhong who came.

Chen Ping frowned. Before he finished a task, he was most afraid of being disturbed by others.

However, the two had agreed first, so he could only put down the work in his hands, squeezed out a smile and opened the Ultimate Thunder Array.

Separate the restraint, two monks have been waiting there for a long time.

One person is Weng Fuhong, and the other side is a young man with a handsome face, who looks only about 24 or [-] years old. When he looks at him, he gives people a dull and dull feeling.

"Commander Weng."

Chen Ping smiled slightly and cupped his fists from a distance.

"Chen Daoyou!"

Weng Fuhong bowed his hand in return, pointed at the dull young man and introduced: "The dog Weng Mu, I told him about worshiping you as a teacher a few days ago. For ten days, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night!"

Hearing his father's exaggerated description, a trace of embarrassment flashed across the dull young man's face.

Is this person the first disciple he accepted in two lifetimes of cultivation?
Out of curiosity, Chen Ping explored with his spiritual sense, and found that the spiritual power fluctuations on Weng Mu's body stayed at the early stage of foundation establishment, and it was still a little short of the middle stage.

This made him quite puzzled.

He is a top-grade fire spirit root, and he is cultivating in the prosperous Shuangcheng, and his father is also the real leader of the Yuandan realm, so why is his cultivation so poor at the age of forty?

If Tu Xuanxiu had this background in his early years, he might have broken through to the later stage of foundation establishment.

"Mu'er, you still haven't paid homage to your master."

Weng Fuhong stared and said angrily.

Immediately, the dull young man looked solemn, bowed his waist and saluted, and said hesitantly: "Junior...no, disciple Weng Mu, see Master."

Because the progress of this person's cultivation was really poor, Chen Ping had nothing to boast about, and said helplessly, "Young man is very energetic."

"Bastard, have you completely forgotten the etiquette of seeing a teacher that my father told you?"

Weng Fuhong narrowed his eyes and shouted angrily at his son regardless of Chen Ping's presence.

Weng Mu trembled in shock, and subconsciously knelt down on his knees, pressing his head tightly to the ground.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, his legs floated up uncontrollably, and Chen Ping said lightly: "It's just a registered disciple, there is no need to perform this great gift."

The formal etiquette of seeing a teacher really requires kneeling three times and knocking nine times, and making an oath of respecting the teacher.

But he only intends to accept registered disciples, so there is no need to go through the tedious and solemn process.

Chen Ping was well aware of Weng Fuhong's intentions.

Not reconciled to his son being just a registered disciple, he wanted to fight for it one last time.

"father."

Weng Mu, who was forcibly pulled up, was sweating profusely, looking at Weng Fuhong helplessly.

Chen Ping's heart moved, this little guy seemed to be very afraid of his father, and he should be a person without any opinions.

"Chen Daoyou, this is Weng's wish."

Weng Fuhong avoided his son's gaze, took out a storage ring from his pocket and handed it over.

Chen Ping took it casually, saw thirty top-grade spirit stones neatly stacked inside, and finally had a sincere smile on his face.

Logically speaking, registered disciples cannot be awarded the mantle, so there is no need to prepare such a generous gift money for apprenticeship.

Weng Fuhong was well-mannered, and he was also in a good mood, so he put the storage ring into his bosom unceremoniously.

In this way, Chen Ping looked at Weng Mu much more pleasingly.

"Commander Weng, and Mu'er, please come and sit in the mansion."

Chen Ping smiled, and waved his sleeve robe at the closed cave gate, a blue light swept out.

With a loud bang, the stone gate slowly rose, and Chen Ping walked in with fluttering clothes.

……

After a few breaths of time, Chen Ping sat on the main seat in the hall, and Weng Fuhong accompanied him.

Weng Mu stood respectfully, not daring to take a breath.

Under Weng Fuhong's suggestion, Weng Mu held a pot of hot tea, first poured a cup for Master Chen Ping, and then filled it for his father.

"Chen Daoyou, Landu Ridge is poor and bad, why did you choose to build a retreat here?"

Weng Fuhong opened his mouth in doubt, and then immediately said: "Weng bought a cave in the Fuyou Dojo, and it is still free, why not lend it to Chen Daoyou for daily practice?"

"Does Commander Weng think I look like a monk short of money?"

Chen Ping replied half-jokingly, and found an excuse at random: "Chen often refines large puppets, the movement is not small, and the remote environment is not easy to be distracted."

"I see."

Weng Fuhong nodded suddenly, and after deliberating for a while, he said politely: "Forgive me for asking, what kind of spiritual root is fellow Taoist, and what kind of cultivation method is he practicing?"

"Fire root, a fire attribute technique."

Chen Ping said without hesitation.

He knew that his answer should be in the arms of Weng Fuhong.

Sure enough, Weng Fuhong's eyes lit up immediately, he clapped and laughed and said: "That's a coincidence, although the talents of Gouzi and Daoist friend can't be compared, they are both high-grade fire spirit roots of a single line anyway, it seems that Weng's decision is extremely correct! "

Hearing this, Chen Ping felt an inexplicable bitterness in his heart.

How did Weng Fuhong know that he was only a middle-grade fire spirit root, not as good as his precious son.

However, spiritual root qualifications can never be explained to this person.

There are very few Yuandan monks with middle-grade spiritual roots, and coupled with his young age, any fool would guess that he has a great opportunity.

"While teaching the puppet art, please ask fellow Taoists to teach Gouzi how to practice, and the reward is good."

After a pause, Weng Fuhong said via voice transmission: "Weng has only one heir, so he won't spare resources."

"Mu'er, go over there first and open up a secret room for meditation in the future."

Seeing that Weng Fuhong seemed to have something to say alone, Chen Ping pointed in one direction and rushed towards Weng Mudao with a pleasant face.

"Yes!"

Weng Mu exhaled, stepped back quickly, and got into another fork in the cave.

Watching his son's back completely disappear, Weng Fuhong restrained the gentle look in his eyes, and said with a wry smile: "Does Chen Daoyou wonder why his realm is so low?"

"Appreciate further details."

Taking a sip of tea, Chen Ping said flatly.

"Thirty years ago, Weng's Taoist companion failed to attack the Yuandan realm, was severely injured by the thunder disaster and passed away in a hurry. At that time, Mu'er had just set foot on the immortal road."

"At that time, Weng was newly promoted to the position of commander, and he was too busy to sleep and eat, so he neglected to discipline Mu'er."

Weng Fuhong shook his head and said with a low sigh.

Chen Ping disagreed with this plausible reason.

The journey of cultivating immortals depends entirely on the self-consciousness of the monks. When do elders need to supervise them all the time?

"Actually, as early as 20 years ago, Mu'er had already broken through the bottleneck of the Foundation Establishment Realm."

Weng Fuhong snorted coldly, and said angrily: "After the foundation was established, his cultivation has stagnated, all because of a woman."

"Oh?"

Chen Ping showed a strange look.

Fortunately, he thought that Weng Mu might be obsessed with puppetry and delayed the way.

Unexpectedly, it is impossible to escape the beauty pass.

Isn't this passed down in the same line as Weng Fuhong, who lingered on women?

"Hey, I'm ashamed, my unworthy son fell in love with a mortal woman without spiritual roots!"

Weng Fuhong pressed the teacup heavily, and said amazingly.

"..."

Hearing this, Chen Ping was speechless.

A mortal's life is short, and the speed of vitality exhaustion is extremely fast. Unless it is a qi training monk who has no intention of continuing the way, otherwise the combination of immortals and mortals will definitely have no good results.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Chen, I have expelled that mortal woman to the Huaisu Plain."

Weng Fuhong said indifferently: "The two of you have lost contact. After a few years, when the ordinary girl grows old, Mu'er may naturally look away."

"Commander Weng might as well arrange a foundation-establishing Taoist couple for Mu'er. Empathizing with her seems to be more effective."

Chen Ping rubbed his chin and said with a smile.

"Oh, Weng tried it, but he actually fought against me by abolishing his dantian. Brother Chen, don't look at the dog who keeps silent all day long and obeys orders. If he decides something, ten bulls won't be able to pull it back. "

Weng Fuhong sincerely clasped his fists and said: "In the past three years, I have to trouble fellow Taoists to ground the dog, and don't let him go out for a step."

"Do the best you can."

Chen Ping replied noncommittally.

He was somewhat unhappy to accept a problem disciple who had a big heart knot and a big karma.

Next, Weng Fuhong got up to bid farewell and left. His rotation was coming to an end, and he had to return to Huangshuihai to guard.

"The only son of Daxiu Yuandan, who is obsessed with a mortal woman, is like a story compiled in miscellaneous notes."

Chen Ping patted his forehead, spread his consciousness and found Weng Mu.

In a short while, he dug out a small room with a radius of two feet.

"Mu'er, come with me as a teacher."

As soon as the sound transmission came to his ears, Weng Mu immediately stopped working on the secret room, and followed Chen Ping into a passage on tiptoe.

On the underground platform, the puppet of the Dengyun Horse spreads its wings and is about to fly, with colorful lights shining all over its body.

The soaring aura rushed towards him, and Weng Muyijie's face turned pale when he was in the early stage of foundation establishment, and even the operation of mana became extremely difficult.

"Third-order... puppet, and it may be top-grade or top-grade."

Weng Mu's lips closed slightly, and he judged frightenedly.

"Look carefully."

After speaking, Chen Ping stopped paying attention to this newly recruited disciple, and continued to repair the puppet of Dengyun Horse.

……

A few days later, Chen Ping stroked the luxurious Dengyun Horse in front of him like a work of art, and a look of regret flashed in his eyes.

After all, the coin talisman caused irreparable trauma to the puppet itself.

Chen Ping predicted that the horse's flying speed would be permanently reduced by about half.

However, this was the expected ending.

Even so, its agility is still outstanding, far surpassing that of ordinary fake alchemy monks.

Then, Chen Ping waved his sleeves, and Deng Yunma disappeared.

Except for the Spider King puppet, which was easy to reveal his identity, he released the other broken puppets in one go, and repaired them as if nothing had happened.

Weng Mu was amazed to see the third-order puppets with huge auras appearing with his own eyes, and had a new understanding of the master's strength.

I'm afraid he has always been afraid of his respected father, and he can't do more than ten tricks in the master's hands.

……

For nearly half a month, Weng Mu remained motionless, observing Chen Ping's movements, for fear of missing a detail.

"Pretty calm."

Secretly paying attention to Weng Mu's words and deeds, Chen Ping's impression of him changed slightly.

When practicing puppet art, one must not be rash and rash.

An error in one link will often lead to irreparable losses.

"Mu'er, do you have any insights?"

After sewing up the last piece of monster fur, Chen Ping suddenly raised his head and asked abruptly.

"Report to Master, the disciple's aptitude is dull, although he observes patiently, he doesn't gain much."

Weng Mu gritted his teeth, unable to embarrass himself.

"Look more and think more, don't think about other irrelevant things."

Chen Ping reprimanded him, but nodded in his heart.

What he repaired was a third-order puppet, and if Weng Mu replied that he had learned something, there was no need to worship him as a teacher.

Wouldn't it be beautiful for the two of them to find a secret room to drink tea while exchanging puppet techniques!
"I heard from your father that you have come into contact with a puppet before, and you are very interested?"

After Chen Ping smiled, he said slowly.

"I have learned a little bit of superficiality, but I can't compare with my master. I also tried to make puppets, but I got stuck at the threshold of the second-order puppets and failed several times."

Scratching his hair, Weng Mu said timidly: "Master, please be at ease, I have a special liking for puppetry, and I plan to study it unswervingly."

"What grade is the puppet art you are currently practicing?"

Chen Ping stared at him and asked seriously.

"Xuanpin Middle Grade was bought by Dad at the auction as a gift to celebrate my foundation establishment."

Weng Mu replied truthfully.

"Oh?"

With raised eyebrows, Chen Ping's expression suddenly brightened.

The puppet technique mastered by this cheap apprentice is actually of a higher quality than his puppet essence technique.

Thinking about it again, Weng Fuhong's purpose of sending his only son here at a huge cost is probably not as simple as just asking a puppet to teach him.

Because there is a middle-level puppet art for reference, even if the talent is ordinary, it will be able to achieve a lot of achievements over a long period of time.

That old fox Weng Fuhong wanted to find a powerful monk as a backer for his son!

With a light cough, Chen Ping said meaningfully: "Mu'er, is it convenient for me to show you your puppet technique?"

"After all, you have a little foundation before, and I will teach you in combination with the puppet technique, so I should be able to guide you more specifically."

"Master, wait a moment."

Without the slightest hesitation, Weng Mu took out a blank jade slip and began to draw it with his spiritual sense.

On the way to Landu Ridge, my father gave a stern explanation.

If Chen Ping wanted to major in kung fu or puppet art, he had to present it happily.

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