Dongfu Hall.

Chen Ping's sleeve robe waved, and the four hooves of the Dengyun horse puppet flew out straight.

The puppet was no longer majestic, covered in blood, and even the most important wings had been broken.

Rune's all-out blow was no joke.

If it weren't for the fusion of a fourth-order Yunxia Stone Essence, the strength of his physical body would have greatly increased, and he would have lost the Dengma Cloud Puppet by now.

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

Then, batches of colorful puppet materials were thrown into the spiritual fire one after another.

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

It doesn't matter if he loses a little resource, Chen Ping only hopes that after the repair, the speed of Dengyun Horse's escape will not be affected.

……

Chen Ping, who was obsessed with mending the puppet, could not feel the passage of time at all.

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

At this time, he had just restored the wings of the Dengyun Horse, when suddenly there was a roar full of anger from outside the formation, and then he heard someone shouting: "Chen Daoyou, Weng asks to see." ”

It's Weng Fuhong who is here.

Chen Ping frowned, he was the most taboo to be disturbed by others before he finished doing something.

However, the two agreed first, he could only put down the work in his hand and squeezed out a smile to open the Extreme Intention Heavenly Thunder Array.

Separated from the ban, there were already two monks waiting there.

One person is Weng Fuhong, and the young man on the other side, with a handsome face, looks like he is only twenty-four or five years old, and when he looks at it, he gives people a dull feeling.

"Commander Weng."

Chen Ping smiled slightly and hugged his fists from afar.

"Chen Daoyou!"

Weng Fuhong returned the salute, pointed to the young man of Mu Ne and introduced: "Dog Weng Mu, a few days ago I told him about worshipping you as a teacher, and for ten days, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night!" ”

Listening to his father's exaggerated description, a trace of embarrassment crossed the face of the young man.

This person was the first disciple he received in his two lifetimes of cultivation?

Curious, Chen Ping probed and found that the spiritual power fluctuations on Weng Mu's body were about to stay in the early stage of foundation building, and he was still one line away from the middle stage.

This was quite puzzling to him.

A high-grade fire spirit root at the end of the end, and he is cultivating in the prosperous twin cities, and his father is still the real power leader of the Yuan Dan Realm, how can he still be so poor in cultivation at the age of forty.

Tu Xuanxiu in the early years had to have this background, and I am afraid that he would have broken through to the later stage of foundation building.

"Mu'er, don't see your master yet."

Weng Fuhong's eyes widened, and he said angrily.

The young man immediately looked solemn, bent down and bowed, and said in a slurring voice: "Junior...... No, disciple Weng Mu, see Master. ”

Because this person's cultivation progress is really poor, Chen Ping has nothing to boast about, and he said helplessly: "The young man is very energetic. ”

"Bastard, have you forgotten all about the etiquette of seeing your teacher for your father?"

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

Weng Mu's body trembled suddenly, and he subconsciously knelt on his knees, and his head was tightly pressed to the ground.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, his legs floated uncontrollably, and he heard Chen Ping say lightly: "It's just a named disciple, you don't have to make this big gift." ”

The formal etiquette of meeting the teacher does require three kneeling and nine bows, and making an oath of respecting the teacher.

But he only planned to accept named disciples, and he didn't have to go through them in a tedious and solemn manner.

Weng Fuhong's intentions, Chen Ping knew it.

Unwilling to let his son be just a registered disciple, he wants to fight for the last time.

"Daddy."

Weng Mu, who was forcibly pulled up, broke out in a cold sweat, and looked 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 who had no opinions.

"Chen Daoyou, this is a little bit of Weng's heart."

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

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

It stands to reason that a registered disciple cannot be given a mantle, and there is no need to prepare such a generous apprenticeship fee.

Weng Fuhong is very skilled, and he is also in a good mood, so he did not politely put the storage ring in his arms.

In this way, Chen Ping looked at Weng Mu much more pleasing to the eye.

"Commander Weng, and Mu'er, you can enter the mansion and sit down for a while."

Chen Ping smiled, waved his robe at the closed door of the cave, and a stream of blue light swept out.

There was a loud "boom", the stone door slowly rose, and Chen Ping walked in with fluttering clothes.

……

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

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

Under Weng Fuhong's hint, Weng Mu took a pot of hot tea, first poured a cup for his 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 suspiciously, and then immediately said: "Weng Mou purchased a cave mansion in the Fuyou Dojo, and it is still free, why don't you lend it to Chen Daoyou to practice on weekdays?" ”

"Does Commander Weng look at me like a monk who is short of money?"

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

"I see."

Weng Fuhong nodded suddenly, and after thinking about it for a while, he said politely: "Forgive Weng for taking the liberty of asking, what kind of spiritual root is Daoyou, and what kind of attribute of the exercises are you cultivating?" ”

"Fire Spirit Root, Fire Attribute Exercise."

Chen Ping said without hesitation.

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

Sure enough, Weng Fuhong's eyes immediately lit up, applauded and smiled: "That's really a coincidence, although the talents of dogs and Daoyou can't be compared, but they are also single-line top-grade fire spirit roots, it seems that Weng's decision is extremely correct!" ”

Hearing this, Chen Ping felt a trace of inexplicable bitterness in his heart.

Where does Weng Fuhong know, he is only a middle-grade fire spirit root, and he is not as good as his precious son.

However, the spiritual root qualifications must not be clarified to this person.

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

"While teaching puppetry, please ask Taoist friends to give more guidance to the dogs to cultivate, and the reward is good."

After a pause, Weng Fuhong said: "Weng only has one heir to him, and he will not spare resources. ”

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

Guan Weng Fuhong seemed to have something to say alone, Chen Ping pointed in one direction, and Chong Weng Mu said with a pleasant face.

"Yes!"

Weng Mu let out a sigh, quickly retreated, and got into another fork in the cave.

Seeing his son's back disappear completely, Weng Fuhong restrained the mildness in his eyes and said with a wry smile: "Is Chen Daoyou strange why his realm is a little low?" ”

"I want to hear about it."

Taking a sip of tea, Chen said indifferently.

"More than thirty years ago, Weng's Taoist failed to attack the Yuan Dan Realm, and died in a hurry after being severely injured by the thunderstorm, at that time, Mu'er had just stepped on the immortal road."

"At that time, Weng was newly promoted to the position of commander, and he was busy with sleeping and forgetting to eat, so he neglected to discipline the shepherd."

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

Chen Ping disagreed with this reason.

The journey of cultivating immortals is all up to the consciousness of the monks, when will the elders have to supervise it at all times?

"In fact, as early as 20 years ago, Mu'er had already broken the bottleneck of building a foundation."

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

"Oh?"

Chen Ping showed a hint of eccentricity.

He thought that Weng Mu might be obsessed with puppetry, delaying the avenue.

Unexpectedly, it would be difficult to escape the beauty pass.

Isn't this in the same vein as Weng Fuhong, who lingers on women!

"Alas, I'm ashamed, my indisputable son of evil loves a mortal woman without spiritual roots!"

Weng Fuhong pressed the teacup heavily and said in an astonishing voice.

“……”

As soon as he heard this, Chen Ping could only be speechless.

Mortal life is short, and the speed of vitality exhaustion is extremely fast, unless it is a Qi cultivator who has no intention of continuing the Great Dao, otherwise the combination of immortals and mortals will definitely have no good results.

"Chen Daoyou, rest assured, I have deported that mortal woman to the Huaisu Plain."

Weng Fuhong said indifferently: "The two have broken off contact, and when the mortal girl Fanghua grows old in a few years, Mu'er may naturally see it." ”

"Commander Weng might as well arrange a foundation building Taoist companion for Mu'er, it seems more effective to empathize with her."

Chen Ping touched his chin and said with a smile.

"Alas, Weng has tried, he actually used his self-abolition dantian to fight me, Chen Daoyou, don't look at the dog's silent and obedient appearance all day long, if he thinks about it, ten cows can't pull it back."

Weng Fuhong sincerely hugged his fists and said: "In the past three years, if you want to trouble Daoyou to ground the dog, don't let him go out." ”

"Do your best."

Chen Ping replied noncommittally.

He was a little unhappy to accept a disciple who had a problem with big karma.

Next, Weng Fuhong got up and said goodbye and left, his rotation was about to end, and he had to return to Huangshuihai to guard.

"The only son of the dignified Yuan Dan overhaul, obsessed with a mortal woman, how can it be like a story compiled in miscellaneous records."

Chen Ping patted his forehead, his divine sense spread out, and found Weng Mu's trace.

In just a moment, he dug out a small room with a radius of two feet.

"Mu'er, you come with the teacher."

As soon as the sound entered his ears, Weng Mu immediately stopped tinkering with the secret room, and tiptoed into a passage with Chen Ping.

On the underground platform, the cloud climbing horse puppet spreads its wings and is about to fly, and the colorful light around it is shining.

The momentum of the sky rushed towards him, and in the early days of Weng Muyijie's foundation building, his face turned pale when he was shocked, and even the operation of mana was extremely difficult.

"Third Order...... Puppets, and probably the best, the best. ”

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

"You look closely."

After speaking, Chen Ping no longer paid attention to this newly recruited disciple and continued to repair the Dengyun Horse puppet.

……

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

After all, the coin rune has caused irreparable damage to the puppet itself.

Chen Ping expects the horse's flight speed to be permanently reduced by about half a percent.

However, this is the expected ending.

Even so, its body still stands out from the crowd, far surpassing the average false Dan monk.

Then, Chen Ping danced his sleeves, and the Dengyun horse disappeared.

Except for the Spider King puppets whose identities were easily exposed, he released the rest of the broken puppets in one breath and repaired them as if nothing had happened.

Seeing a third-order puppet with a huge aura appear, Weng Mu was not only envious, but also had a new understanding of his master's strength.

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

……

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

"It's pretty calm."

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

When practicing puppetry, you must not be frizzy and rash.

Mistakes in one link often lead to irreparable losses.

"Mu'er, what do you think?"

After sewing the last demon beast fur together, Chen Ping suddenly raised his head and asked coldly.

"Tell the master, the disciple's qualifications are dull, although he is patient to observe, but he has gained little."

Weng Mu gritted his teeth and said embarrassedly.

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

Chen Ping reprimanded on his lips, but nodded in his heart.

What he repaired was a third-order puppet, and if Weng Mu replied that he had comprehended 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 and exchange puppetry!

"Listen to your father, you have been in contact with puppets and are very interested?"

Chen Ping smiled and said slowly.

"After learning a little showy and unreal skin, it is far from being comparable to the master, and the apprentice has also tried to build a puppet, but he has failed several times when he is stuck in front of the threshold of a second-order puppet."

Grabbing his hair, Weng Mu said timidly: "Please be relieved, Master, the apprentice has a soft spot for puppetry, and intends to unswervingly learn." ”

"What level of puppetry are you currently practicing?"

Chen Ping stared at him for a moment and asked.

"The middle grade of the Xuanpin was purchased by my father at auction as a gift to celebrate my foundation building."

Weng Mu replied truthfully.

"Oh?"

The eyebrows were raised, and Chen Ping's expression suddenly became happy.

The puppet technique mastered by this cheap apprentice was even one quality higher than his puppet essence source technique.

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

Because there is a Xuanpin mid-level puppet technique reference, even if the talent is ordinary, it can achieve a lot of achievements after a long time.

Weng Fuhong's old fox wants to find a powerful monk for his son to be a backer!

With a light cough, Chen Pingcai said meaningfully: "Mu'er, is your puppet technique convenient for the teacher?" ”

"After all, you had a bit of a foundation before, and I combined it with puppetry, I should be able to guide you more targeted."

"Master, wait a minute."

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

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

If Chen Ping wanted to major in exercises or puppetry, he must present a copy with pleasure.