Penance is one of the most common forms of practice.

Most of them, especially the high-level monks, can almost survive the loneliness.

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

But Chen Ping didn't care what Weng Mu did before, since he was his apprentice, he had to follow his plan.

"Master, if the disciple wants to go out, he will definitely rush back within five days."

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

"Okay."

To his surprise, Chen Ping agreed, but before Weng Muxi couldn't help but thank him, a fluttering word came: "You take half a step out of the cave today, you don't have to come back in the future, Weng Commander will explain there." ”

As soon as he heard this, Weng Mu was like a deflated ball of grass, frustrated and disappointed, and his face couldn't help but be red and white.

In Master's words, he called himself "this seat", which conveyed his dissatisfaction.

If you stalk again, I'm afraid you will be swept away.

Daddy spent hundreds of thousands of spirit stones to send him here to learn art, if he returned home in a gloomy way, Daddy was furious, he might not see the person he cared about in his life.

"Let's go back to the secret room and cultivate."

Chen Ping raised his eyebrows, and then said coldly: "After three years, the teacher will not care about you." ”

"Yes."

Weng Mu had a bitter face, and his eyes retreated blankly.

Staring at his slightly emaciated back, Chen Ping fell silent for a while.

Weng Mu begged for leave, nothing more than to go to the Huaisu Plain to meet mortal women.

He even suspected that the self-motivation and obedience that this kid had shown 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 the cave mansion, Weng Mu didn't try to go out in vain.

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

After taking a drop of Qingfeng Jade Soup, a short recipe was immediately printed in his mind.

Yu Zeqiu's disguise and transformation technique, secret face technique!

Although this method is an advanced level of mystery, it is relatively easy to master because it is different from the magic method and exercises.

After a few months of concentrating on comprehension, this new disguise technique had been cultivated by Chen Ping to the realm of Xiaocheng.

"It's just the secret face technique of the realm of Xiaocheng, and its effect is slightly overwhelmed by the face change technique."

On the Kutong Heavenly Lotus, a three-foot dwarf muttered in his mouth, and in an instant, he restored the image of a yellow-faced scholar.

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

Of course, the three-foot body shape is the limit of the secret face technique, and it is impossible to become the size of ants and dust.

Because it involves the laws of space, a mere disguise technique is not to be touched.

This time, the early monks of Jindan should not be able to see through his disguise.

However, in front of a monk like Yin Xianyi's mid-stage cultivation and pupil technique, there may still be some flaws.

"The one-year period is just right, I don't know if Yin Zhenren has brought back the astral essence."

As soon as the thought moved, Chen Ping put away all the treasures in the secret room, and then pushed the door out.

He planned to visit Yin Xianyi in the dojo.

The astral essence is related to his Jindan Avenue, and there is no room for the slightest mistake.

……

In a living room in the middle of the cave, a handsome young man squatted on the ground, tinkering with a giant gray figure.

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

Sitting down with a butt and flapping his wings, Weng Mu said with a sad face.

He was despondent when his afterglow suddenly swept to a figure.

On a certain rock one foot high, a man in a green robe stood with his hands in his hands, looking at him with a deep light.

"Master!"

Weng Mu suddenly froze, jumped up and hurriedly bowed.

At the same time, he was secretly helpless in his heart.

How many times has this been?

Shizun always watched him unpredictably, and every time he was startled, he was shocked into a cold sweat.

However, his old man's house was overhauled in the later stage of Yuan Dan, unless he took the initiative to expose his whereabouts, otherwise, where would he find out.

"More than ten meridians under the abdomen are completely wrongly connected, and the flying puppet can't fly, which is tantamount to a complete failure!"

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

When Weng Mu heard this, after checking the meridian structure of the puppet, he said ashamedly: "It's the apprentice who is careless, please punish the master." ”

"It's okay to practice second-order demon beasts, but Mu'er, you must learn a lesson, otherwise, when making third-order puppets in the future, if there are some mistakes, you will lose a few resources equivalent to the Clear Void Leak Pill!"

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

After a few months of getting along, he has a little understanding of this son's temperament.

Honest and indecisive, any orders he gives Weng Mu are meticulously executed.

Because of this, Chen Ping's impression of Weng Mu slowly improved a little.

He himself is a deep person in the city government, and if he teaches an apprentice with a similar temperament, wouldn't it be even more annoying.

As for whether Weng Mu was pretending, Chen Ping already had a definite answer.

Two months ago, taking advantage of this nap, he silently performed the soul searching technique.

With his current Divine Soul Strength, in the early stage of foundation building, he naturally would not leave a trace.

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

Since the day the soul search ended, Chen Ping truly recognized the identity of Weng Muji's famous disciple.

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

Feeling a little relieved, recently, Chen Ping not only taught puppet techniques, but also began to point out his cultivation problems.

Not to mention the realm, the bottleneck in the middle term cannot be broken by months of penance.

But on the puppet side, Weng Mu is the best on the pole, and he has successfully created a second-order low-grade demon beast puppet.

As his skills became more and more proficient, Chen Ping simply gave him a corpse that had swallowed the shadow, and ordered him to try the more difficult flying puppet.

Sure enough, Weng Mu, who was full of confidence, made a big mistake, and it would cost an additional five thousand spirit stones to make up for it in the future.

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

"The master is going to go on a trip, and your task during this period is to make them into puppets."

Chen Ping's sleeve robe waved, and the two heads were thrown away.

"I understand."

Nodding, Weng Mu said respectfully.

"A three-level thunder array has been arranged for the division outside the cave, and there is only one consequence of forcible breaking, flying ashes and annihilation."

Chen Ping said coldly, and then added a sentence faintly: "There are two major sufferings in life, you can't ask for them, and you get them but you lose them." Therefore, learn to let go in order to be at ease. ”

Hearing this, Weng Mu's face was shocked, and he said in a tangled manner: "Master, the freedom in your mouth must be obtained by stepping on the immortal road?" ”

"Today, if you are a Jindan monk, who would dare to control you."

Chen Ping shook his head and smiled in response to the question, fell down, and walked towards the entrance of the cave step by step.

"Master!"

Weng Mu stepped forward and knelt down, his voice sad and sad: "Isn't it true that without a spiritual root, you really can't become a monk?" ”

"At least I don't have that 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.