Parasitic Cultivation: Start Bound to Mimic System

Chapter 79

Gongsun Hui didn't want to talk to the people behind him at all. In this space, there were countless monks coming in and out. He had practiced for these years alone, and he had met face-to-face.

However, these people either gave up practicing because of too many taboos, and never entered here again; or triggered taboos, and ran all the way towards the phantom created by the exercises.

"Fellow daoist, fellow daoist?"

Seeing that the other party was still silent, Feng Ping stepped forward and patted the other party's shoulder lightly.

And this shot instantly made Gongsun Hui die!

"Fellow Daoist! This is not good for filming!"

The arrogance just now dissipated in an instant, and he was afraid that the monk behind him would do something out of the ordinary!

As long as he pushed or pulled him, wouldn't he run madly towards the phantom like those people?

"Can't you shoot?"

Feng Ping secretly laughed in his heart, but his tone sounded full of doubt and guilt.

"Moving around will trigger the taboo! You want to die, but I don't want to die!" Gongsun Hui couldn't hide his indignation and scolded.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Feng Ping's hand was pressed against his back, and a devil-like voice came from his ear!

"Isn't it okay to push it?"

"Your uncle's!"

Gongsun Hui cursed loudly, and the next second, the figure disappeared into this mysterious illusory space in a flash!

"going offline?"

Feng Ping looked at the empty swamp ahead, and raised the corner of his mouth, "Are you afraid you won't come back?"

He squatted down, made a mark where he was standing, and then looked around.

There are still many figures around, but the distance is too far, or there is not much green hair on his body, like the monk with green hair just now, there is really no one in this area.

"It seems that people in this space are unwilling to deal with others."

Feng Ping secretly sighed.

Obviously, the other party has a certain degree of hostility towards him, or is guarded.

"The Walking Corpse Who Swallowed the Moon" itself is full of many taboos, so you are not very careful when practicing?If one or two words or one or two actions violated the taboo, wouldn't it be an unjust death?

"If you go offline, you will go offline, unless you don't practice in the future!"

After Feng Ping finished chanting, he recited the mantra silently again, and began to absorb the spiritual energy of different species.

……

Gongsun Hui suddenly woke up from his sleep.

The clothes that were originally as thin as cicada's wings were completely drenched with sweat.

After all, he is also a cultivator at the crystallization level, and within a year or two, his whole body will be covered with green hair, condensed into the Dharma of heaven and earth, and become a Jindan Daoist.

But just now, he was almost scared to death!

"Grandma, I met a fool!"

Gongsun Hui is very sure that the monk who touched him just now is definitely a chick!Otherwise, how could it be possible to make such a dangerous move.

"What a shame, someone randomly appeared behind him, and we must not stagger the time to practice with him from now on?" He wanted to cry but had no tears.

Gongsun Hui pushed open the door, and it was pitch black outside.

But even so, the temperature is still unbearably hot.

He walked to the corner, lifted lightly with one hand, and easily picked up an iron bucket that was several times larger than others.

After taking it back to the house, he dug up corpse powder, red rock corpse grass, Bana flower and other spiritual materials from the backyard and poured them into the iron bucket.

After a series of complicated preparations, Gongsun Hui stepped into the barrel and refined himself with the secret art of refining corpses!

Although his body cannot be easily injured by magical weapons, it is almost immune to half of the spells below the crystallization level.

Fighting between the same level, although it is impossible to be invincible, but it can be regarded as a good player in Xianmen.

"Tsk tsk, it looks like I'm going to be the first monk of the Gushan sect to enter the Golden Core Realm with the technique of walking dead!"

Gongsun Hui is very proud, after all, what he awakened is only a low-grade wood spirit root!
……

Two hours later.

Feng Ping felt that the sea of ​​qi suddenly grew a little bit, and soon, a slight change appeared in his body.

"Breakthrough!"

After practicing for nearly three hours in a row, he finally broke through to the fifth level of Qi Refining in one fell swoop!
This speed is really faster than Tianlinggen!
Feng Ping looked up at the figure of Hanba in the distance, and then looked at the position standing in front of him.

The monk was frightened by himself, and he probably won't return to this mysterious space in a short time.

"It's time to wake up too."

He silently recited the sober formula in "The Walking Corpse Who Swallowed the Moon" in his heart, and his mind returned in the blink of an eye, and his consciousness had already returned to his body.

After waking up, Feng Ping shook his head, then got up, and flexed his fists.

"It's been more than two hours, and it's almost dawn."

Without further delay, he followed the secret path all the way up and returned to the study.

Outside the house, the sky is pale, and a new day is coming as expected.

He returned to his room, changed into a green suit, sat quietly at the table of the Eight Immortals, and began to think about everything that happened last night and what to do next.

Time passed slowly, Feng Ping temporarily cleared up some clues, and also made a preliminary plan for what needs to be done today and tomorrow.

As for going further?
Then we have to see the tricks, take one step at a time and see one step at a time.

Boom boom boom!
There was a knock on the door, Feng Ping tapped the table with two fingers, and said softly, "Come in."

After getting the answer, the door opened.

Two maids in light green gauze skirts, brocade boots, and hair combed into a cross came in.

The former is holding a copper basin, while the latter is holding a gauze scarf in both hands.

The surprise in the eyes of the two of them flashed past, and when they walked up to Feng Ping, they said:
"Boss Niu, I'll wait for you to wash."

"No, put it there, I will do it myself."

Feng Ping waved his hands, no matter in his previous life or in this life, he is a rough person, even if he is now in charge of a commercial firm, he has become the shopkeeper and owner of the commercial firm, he still has no habit of being served by others.

"As ordered."

The two maids, Huangli and Huangtao, put the copper basin on the wooden frame as usual, and put the gauze scarf beside the basin. After Fengfeng saluted, they were ready to leave.

"You two help me call the big housekeeper!"

The second girl stopped, turned around, bowed slightly, and said, "I obey."

After the two left, Feng Ping walked to the wooden frame, washed his face casually, then threw the gauze into the basin, and sat back at the Eight Immortals table.

Soon, Zhang Mazi ran over panting.

Last night, after he finished educating his somewhat carefree cousin, he had been looking at the account books of the firm.

Of course, Zhang Mazi didn't sleep, nor did Qian Li, the former big housekeeper of the firm, who kept explaining to him.

The explanation is logical and clear!
But Zhang Mazi always remembered what Feng Ping said.

"There is a problem with the account!"

Originally planned to check it on the spot today, but I never thought that, just as I left, I received the news that Feng Ping was looking for him.

"Master Niu, are you looking for me?"

"Arrange it, I will go to the household room later!"

(End of this chapter)