Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 429 No Spiritual Roots (500 Monthly Pass Plus!)
Penance is the most common form of practice.

Most of them, especially monks with high realms, can almost endure loneliness.

It is true that among all living beings, there must be a few monks who cannot accept the boring and penance.

But Chen Ping no matter what happened to Weng Mu before, since he became his apprentice, he had to follow his plan.

"Master, if the disciple wants to go out for a while, he must return within five days."

Weng Mu gritted his teeth and said in a pleading tone.

"Row."

To his surprise, Chen Ping agreed without hesitation, but before Weng Mu couldn't help thanking him, a light word came: "You take half a step out of the cave today, and you don't have to come back later, where is Commander Weng?" This seat will explain itself."

Hearing this, Weng Mu was like a discouraged grass ball, frustrated and disappointed, his face couldn't help but red and white intertwined.

The master called himself "this seat" in his words, which conveyed his dissatisfaction.

If he keeps stalking, he might be kicked out of the house.

Dad spent hundreds of thousands of spirit stones to send him here to learn art from a teacher, if he went back home in despair, under his father's rage, he might never see the person he cares about in this life.

"Go back to the secret room and practice."

Chen Ping raised his eyebrows, and then said coldly: "After three years, I won't care about you as a teacher."

"As ordered."

Weng Mu had a bitter face, his eyes were dull and he stepped back.

Staring at his slightly thinner figure, Chen Ping fell silent for a while.

Weng Mu's begging for leave was nothing more than to go to the Huaisu Plain to meet ordinary women.

He even suspected that the self-motivation and obedience that this kid showed in the past two months was just to get a chance to go out.

But he promised Weng Fuhong first, in short, after three years of cultivation in Dongfu, Weng Mu should stop trying to go out.

After a while, Chen Ping put this episode behind him.

After taking a drop of Qingfengyu Decoction, a short formula was immediately printed in my mind.

Yu Zeqiu's disguise-changing technique, secret face technique!

Although this method is a high-level mysterious method, it is relatively easy to master because it is different from techniques and skills.

After concentrating on comprehending it for several months, this new disguise technique has been cultivated by Chen Ping to the level of Xiaocheng.

"It's just the secret face technique in the realm of minor success, and its effect is slightly superior to that of the face-changing technique."

On Kutong Tianlian, a three-foot dwarf murmured, and in an instant, the image of a yellow-faced scholar was restored.

First of all, there is no time limit for the secret face technique. In addition, this technique can shrink bones and change shape at will, and change the voice.

Of course, a body size of three feet is the limit of the secret face technique, and it is absolutely impossible to become the size of an ant or dust.

Because it involves the law of space, it is impossible to get involved in a mere disguise technique.

In this way, the monks at the early stage of Jindan should not be able to see through his disguise.

However, in the face of Yin Xianyi's mid-term cultivation base and a cultivator with pupil skills, there may still be some flaws.

"The one-year period is just around the corner. I don't know if Master Yin has brought back the essence of astrology."

With a thought, Chen Ping put away all the treasures in the secret room, then opened the door and went out.

He planned to visit Yin Xianyi in the dojo.

The essence of astrology is related to his golden core road, and there is no room for any mistakes.

……

In a living room in the cave mansion, a handsome young man squatted on the ground, playing with a giant gray cicada.

"What went wrong, why can't it fly?"

Sitting down, patted Cicada's wings, Weng Mu said with a sad face.

When he was downcast, he suddenly caught sight of a figure from the corner of his eye.

On a certain rock ten feet high, a man in green robe stood with his hands behind his back, sizing him up with a deep gaze.

"Master!"

Weng Mu froze immediately, jumped up and hurriedly bowed down.

At the same time, he was secretly helpless.

How many times is this?

Master is always watching him like a ghost, and every time he breaks out in a cold sweat.

However, his old man is a major repairer in the late Yuan Dan period, unless he actively exposes his whereabouts, otherwise, how could he find out.

"The more than ten meridians under the abdomen are completely connected wrongly, and the flying puppet cannot fly. It is tantamount to a complete failure!"

Chen Ping glanced at him a few times and said coldly.

After hearing this, Weng Mu checked the meridian structure of the cicada puppet, and said in shame: "This disciple is careless, please punish me, Master."

"It's okay to practice second-level monsters, but you must learn your lesson, Mu'er, otherwise, if you make some mistakes in making third-level puppets in the future, you will lose a few resources that are equivalent to clearing the void and leaking pills!"

Weng Mu's timid attitude of admitting his mistake made Chen Ping's tone soften a little.

After getting along for several months, he has somewhat understood this son's nature.

Honest, benevolent and indecisive, Weng Mu is meticulous in implementing any of his orders.

Therefore, Chen Ping's impression of Weng Mu gradually improved a little.

He himself is a deep-rooted person in the city, if he taught an apprentice with a similar temperament, wouldn't he be even more troubled.

As for whether Weng Mu was putting on a show, Chen Ping already had a definite answer.

Two months ago, while this son was taking a nap, he silently performed the soul search technique.

With his current spirit strength, searching for a soul in the early stage of foundation establishment will naturally leave no trace.

After waking up from a deep sleep, Weng Mu felt nothing but the inexplicable heaviness of his head.

From the day when the soul search ended, Chen Ping truly recognized the identity of Weng Mu's named disciple.

This son has a pure character, and he also admires him from the bottom of his heart.

Feeling a little relieved, recently, Chen Ping not only taught the puppet art, but also began to guide him on the difficult problems in cultivation.

Not to mention the realm, the mid-term bottleneck cannot be broken through a few months of hard work.

But when it comes to puppets, Weng Mu is on the rise and has successfully created a second-tier low-grade monster puppet.

As the skills became more and more proficient, Chen Ping simply gave a corpse of Tunying Cicada, and ordered him to try the more difficult flying puppet.

Sure enough, Weng Mu, who was full of confidence, made a big mistake. To make up for it later, he would need to spend an extra five thousand spirit stones.

But mistakes are a process of progress, Chen Ping is not prepared to criticize too much.

"As a teacher, you will be going out for a while. During this period, your task is to make them into puppets."

With a wave of Chen Ping's sleeve robe, he threw the dead bodies at both ends.

"The disciple understands."

Nodding, Weng Mu said respectfully.

"A third-level thunder formation was set up for the master outside the cave. There is only one consequence of forcibly breaking through, and it will be annihilated by flying ash."

Chen Ping said in a cold voice, and then quietly added: "There are two major hardships in life, you don't get what you want, and you lose what you get. Therefore, learn to let go, so you can be at ease."

Hearing this, Weng Mu's face was shocked, and he said in a tangled voice: "Master, do you have to step on the immortal road to get the freedom you talk about?"

"Today, if you are a Golden Core cultivator, who would dare to restrain you."

Chen Ping shook his head and smiled without answering the question, and walked towards the entrance of the cave step by step.

"Master!"

Weng Mu stepped forward and knelt down, his voice saddened: "Is it true that without spiritual roots, one cannot become a monk?"

"At least I don't have the ability to be a teacher."

As soon as these words came out, Chen Ping's figure blurred for a moment, and then disappeared in the cave.

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