Parasitic Cultivation: Start Bound to Mimic System

Chapter 1 Fairy?This is a fairy? !

"Protoss... three thousand... brood... shielding... protoss... three thousand..."

Feng Ping woke up again from his sleep.

He threw off the quilt, sat on the bamboo bed and tried to calm himself down, his clothes were wet with cold sweat, followed by a chill down his spine.

Suddenly, Feng Ping felt a bone-eating pain in his head, which made it difficult for him to restrain the urge to knock.

He slammed his head twice, which made him feel better.

"Is it getting more frequent?"

With a bitter face, Feng Ping put on the cloth shoes under the bamboo bed, walked to the charcoal stove in the center of the room, picked up a few pieces of charcoal and threw them in.

The stove that was about to go out was sparked again, and finally there was some warmth in the cold and drafty bamboo house.

"There is no one else who crosses into me."

Outside the house, the pitch-black sky and the scorched earth became one piece.

It is ugly time now, two hours before dawn.

In winter, it is always dark in the morning and bright in the evening.

Feng Ping moved a wooden block from the corner and put it down next to the charcoal stove. Now that he has woken up, he might as well not sleep.

Whether it is a dragon or a worm, whether it is a fairy or a mortal, good or bad will be determined after dawn!

Feng Ping is a time traveler, his soul came from the earth, and he came to this world two months ago.

The father of this body contracted tuberculosis when he was 12 years old. Later, under the mysterious operation of his mother, he sold all the family property in exchange for two kinds of folk remedies.

The end result is one death, one martyrdom.

"How can human blood steamed buns cure diseases?" Thinking of this, Feng Ping couldn't bear the desolation in his heart. He wiped the corners of his eyes and added two pieces of charcoal.

After the death of his parents, he had no one to rely on, so he could only inherit his father's business, cutting firewood and burning charcoal alone.

It has burned for three full years today!

His ten fingers have turned black to shiny, and his appearance has changed from a handsome boy to a killer punk boy!

The black and thin boy in the world of cultivating immortals.

Until Feng Ping came across.

I thought he would be like the protagonists in other film and television works, once he had the golden finger in his hand, he would kill all the heartless dogs in the world.

He never thought that it wasn't Goldfinger who traveled with him, but a nightmare that was repeated over and over again.

"Why don't you go to bed again? You have to go to the city tomorrow morning. If your body is weak and you can't get the qi into your body, I'm afraid you'll have to burn carbon for a lifetime."

Feng Ping struggled to get up, just walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, then stood up again.

"Let's go now, if it's too late, don't you regret dying?"

After making up his mind, Feng Ping dug out the leather jacket that he bought with a lot of money from the bamboo box in the corner, and wrapped it around his body.

He started to save money two months ago, so he was lucky enough to buy this second-hand clothes.

"He has shaved his hair, washed his face, and put on a leather jacket. There should be no one stopping him from entering the city now."

He stretched out his ten fingers, turned it over, turned it over and looked at it a few more times.

"I cut my nails, but I can't cut my fingers off."

Pushing open the bamboo door, a strong burning smell came to his nostrils, Feng Ping sniffed his nose, but luckily he couldn't smell it.

The night is beautiful, like the starry sky.

Very intoxicating.

Under the moonlight, Feng Ping strode towards the direction of Fucheng.

Along the way, he fantasized about riding the wind and controlling the sword, sometimes sprinting, sometimes leaping lightly, chanting the poems he had recited countless times silently:
"Laughing in the sky and going out, I am a Penghao people."

"Kill a person in ten steps, and leave a thousand miles behind!"

In this scene, like a boy in the second year of middle school, he swept away the depression in his chest.

Shuntian Mansion is not far away, in the past it would take Feng Ping two hours to push the carbon cart, but today, empty-handed and excited, he arrived at the city gate at Yinshi.

He came early.

"Be early, be early, at least you won't miss it."

"Oh, by the way, today just happens to be the Spring Festival here. I was only focused on cultivating Taoism and becoming a fairy, and I forgot about this. I knew I would push a cart of carbon to sell."

"Maybe it can fetch a good price."

Every Spring Festival increases one year old, and you can know it once you are immortal.

On this day, all teenagers who have reached the age of fifteen will go to the Dengxian Pavilion established in the prefecture or county to practice the method of drawing qi into the body. Anyone who can form a sea of ​​​​qi and awaken their spiritual roots can enter the fairy hall.

Feng Pingping is on this day.

He had a strong premonition that he would be able to seek immortality.

"But, that dream..."

"What's going on?"

In Feng Ping's dream, the immortals and Buddhas all over the sky showed grimaces, they deformed, they bleed pus, and they turned into raging flying insects.

Born with dreams, he thought it was just that he watched too many interstellar sci-fi movies in his previous life, and was almost obsessed with aliens, fog, and natural disasters.

But with the coming of this day, the frequency of dreams has changed from ten days and a half months to every three to five.

What made Feng Ping even more terrified was that in the past ten days, he had dreamed of this every night!Wake up every night!

Accompanied by a humming sound, the city gate of Shuntian Mansion opened.

Feng Ping didn't care about the dream, and walked quickly towards the city.

"Isn't this Feng Ping? What's the matter? I'm here empty-handed, so I won't be selling charcoal?" Naturally, the guards in the city recognized Feng Ping, and this person often took some of the charcoal from him and kept it for private use.

"Brother Wang, I am exactly fifteen today."

Wang Cheng's face froze, and then he showed disdain, "Boy, don't dream, and you still want to ask the fairy?"

"Try, try, what if?"

Feng Ping didn't want to get entangled with the other party, he didn't come to argue today, so don't delay the business.

"Go in!" Wang Cheng glared at him, feeling extremely bored.

Crossing the long bluestone road, Feng Ping soon entered the main street.

Every family on both sides of the street exchanged new peaches for old talismans. Several families opened their doors early, changed their newly grown children into new clothes, and sent them all the way to Dengxian Pavilion in Xicheng.

Before dawn, the streets were full of pedestrians.

Of course, like Feng Ping, they all went to the Dengxian Pavilion where they once ascended to immortals!
"How does it feel like a college entrance examination?"

Feng Ping inexplicably felt a sense of absurdity.

The boys on the street are all piggies, and they are on their way to the slaughterhouse...

Dengxian Pavilion is not far away.

When Feng Ping arrived at Mao o'clock, the school-age teenagers from the entire West City gathered here. After completing the registration, they quietly waited in line.

The team moved forward little by little.

The people here entered one by one, and most of the children came out with mournful faces.

The parents who didn't see their children embraced each other and cried.

"When Wei Pingze became immortal, his parents rewarded him with a hundred taels of silver."

"Once Feng Guangming ascended to immortality, his parents rewarded him with a hundred taels of silver."

"Lu Guangming once ascended to immortality..."

A series of melodious and penetrating voices sounded, and the parents of those sons who became immortals excitedly bypassed the crowd and went to ask for rewards.

Feng Ping also stepped into the gate of Dengxian Pavilion in the midst of such rewards.

Once you enter the gate, it is like a fairyland.

"Reverend Chilian! As expected of the real Chilian, with the bones of immortality, the bones of immortality!"

Feng Ping followed the girl's voice and saw a half-human tall statue standing in the corner.

However, when he saw the real Chi Lian's appearance in the other party's mouth, the bone-piercing pain suddenly emerged in his mind!

That statue has a towering forehead full of tumors, and its exposed arms are like tentacles. Half of its body is normal, but the other half is covered with pieces of carapace...

Fairy?
This is a fairy? !

(End of this chapter)