Parasitic Cultivation: Start Bound to Mimic System

Chapter 21

"Guest officer, how do you know?"

Feng Ping clamped an elbow, tasted the saltiness, then waved his hand and said: "No, no, brother, have you heard this sentence?"

"What?"

The waiter in the shop was a little surprised, someone could not be moved!
"Curiosity will kill the cat."

After Feng Ping uttered these words of wisdom, he picked up the rice and began to eat it with just enough salty elbows.

Seeing that the customer stopped talking, the waiter in the shop tactfully covered the lunch box and walked out.

Regarding the other party's departure, Feng Ping didn't even raise his head, he wasn't even interested in asking where the house was.

No matter how reluctant he was to put money in his pocket, it was impossible for him to live in that crappy place. He said it was haunted and went there?
Isn't that no different from a fool?
Besides, he's not Uncle Jiu, so why should he make trouble with ghosts?

After eating and drinking enough, Feng Ping took off his clothes, washed briefly with the wooden basin in the room, and then fell into a deep sleep.

After this sleep, I didn't wake up until Sishi the next day.

After leaving the house, the waiter who delivered food last night was cleaning the table vigorously. After seeing Feng Ping, he smiled politely and continued to do his work.

One night and one table of food cost him a total of [-] Wen, which to Feng Ping was like a drop in the bucket.

After paying the money, just as he was about to go out, the waiter in the shop chased him out again.

"Guest officer, don't you really think about it? You can buy it for 30 taels of silver."

Feng Ping turned his head to look at him.

This is clearly over.

Last night, he asked for it, so it is understandable for the other party to ask, but now he has clearly refused, and the waiter still mentioned it!
"What? Could it be your house?"

Feng Ping raised it half-jokingly, and Wang Yong was shocked immediately, and stared at him with wide eyes, "You... how do you know..."

"Brother, it's all haunted, isn't it appropriate for you to sell it to me?"

"But...but..."

"Don't worry, I can't buy it."

Feng Ping couldn't help but rolled his eyes, waved his hands again and again, politely rejecting the other party's "good intentions".

Seeing that there was nothing to do, Wang Yong had to head back to the inn with his head down.

The streets in Lai'an County are a little deserted, and there are not many pedestrians walking on the streets.

Feng Ping walked along the streets of the county town for a long time, and finally found a house with a good location and reasonable price.

Having learned the lesson of the shop in Shuntianfu, this time he only spent [-] Wen, renting it for a month first, and then renewing the rent if he lives well.

In case the money is given, the people will be gone by then.

After finishing the residence, it was already a quarter of a century.

Feng Ping locked the courtyard door tightly, sat in the room alone, cross-legged, and began to practice according to the formula in "Twelve Methods of Refining Qi".

For the next few days, except for his daily diet, Feng Ping spent the rest of his time absorbing spiritual energy and nourishing his body.

His own qualifications are good.

In other words, the body is better suited for the worm to develop within itself.

Coupled with the mimicry system, he practiced three times faster than normal people.

Therefore, after only one week, he had already reached the third level of Qi Refining!

You know, it is in Shuntian Mansion at this time.

Those who entered the Dengxian Pavilion with him and were fortunate enough to be left behind, the most talented ones are only one level of Qi refining!
Of course, they entered the Immortal Hall on the seventh day of the first lunar month and began to formally practice.

After the third level of Qi refining, Feng Ping still guided the Qi into his body according to the formula, but after that, the sea of ​​Qi seemed to be saturated, and the spiritual Qi could no longer enter.

Therefore, the energy that nourishes the body and accumulates the spirit naturally cannot be produced!
He stood up, shook his head with a wry smile.

"It's only been a week! The exercises have been practiced!"

Feng Ping was also helpless, without follow-up exercises, it would be difficult for him to make progress.

It is impossible to consider the technique of swallowing eggs.

He could bear a series of perverted taboos alone!
"Could it be that we have to go back to Shuntian Mansion?"

Feng Ping thought about it, and dismissed the attention.

Now that he has reached the third level of Qi refining, although his strength has improved a lot, it is only reflected in his boxing skills.

To put it bluntly, it hurts more to beat someone, and at the same time, it is more resistant to beating.

But if you really meet those monks who build foundations and crystallize, you will definitely be a dead end!
Time is too short, and the limelight has not passed!
Feng Ping sat back on the bed with a wry smile, took out the "Great Ape Transformation" from his arms, and laughed at himself:
"It's time to practice Water Monkey Dafa!"

He sat on the bed and flipped through the thin booklet over and over again.

He had already memorized the content inside, but in order to prevent forgetting, he kept reading it.

There is no way, this booklet must not be taken into the water, he can only memorize it word by word, word by word.

Otherwise, if something goes wrong...

Feng Ping shuddered.

He didn't want to really become a monkey.

"But where should I find this meteorite?"

"Come on, go out and see."

……

Open the door, the sun is just right outside.

There are still some traces of a heavy snowfall a few days ago.

Feng Ping, who had barely seen the sun for a week, felt surprisingly smooth.

On the sixth day of the first lunar month, Feng Ping had finished transferring to Lai'an County.

It's not big, there are four main streets horizontally and vertically, and the most prosperous place is conveniently at the junction.

Perhaps because of the good weather today, there are more pedestrians on the street, and various small vendors have started their businesses.

Feng Ping walked along Anhua Street and watched.

After walking a few steps, he found a good thing - candied haws.

He didn't expect that there were such good things in this world.

"How did you sell it?" Feng Ping quickly stepped forward and asked.

The hawker who sells candied haws is young, in his early twenties, and looks very clever.

"A string of two pennies."

"Give."

Without saying a word, Feng Ping took out two copper coins from his pocket and handed them over, and then he personally selected a bunch of red and big candied haws.

Before he started biting, he couldn't help swallowing.

One bite, the taste mixed with sweet and sour taste instantly filled the whole mouth.

That feeling...

"How about it, our candied haws are beautiful."

"It's beautiful."

Feng Ping gave the other party a thumbs up.

"I don't think you look like a county person, brother?"

As a hawker, you need to talk a lot, and you can do more business by talking and asking more questions.

"Oh, I came back from the city to visit my relatives."

Swallowed a candied haws and spit out four cores.

"No wonder."

"Are you familiar with the county?"

Feng Ping's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at the peddler.

"Of course! If I travel all over the world, Xiao Lai'an County is naturally very familiar!" Xu Fu patted his chest, raised his eyebrows, and said proudly.

"Then I'll ask you something, and I'll give you ten coins as a reward."

"Brother, just ask!"

"Where can I buy extraterrestrial meteorites in Lai'an County?"

As soon as Feng Ping finished speaking, Xu Fu's face drooped instantly.

"Brother, are you embarrassing me!"

"How not?"

"How can there be such a thing from the fairy family in the small Lai'an County?"

Seeing the disappointed expression of the guest mainstream, Xu Fu added:
"The things of the fairy family, naturally go to the fairy house to buy."

"You know?" Feng Ping's eyes lit up.

"Brother, I just heard that..."

(End of this chapter)