"Feng Ming, tell us what you think about this matter."
Zhuang Daoqin saw that the other four senior brothers were having trouble making a decision. He couldn't help but look at Qin Fengming standing in front of him, and with a thought in his heart, he asked.
Qin Fengming has never considered this matter carefully. It can be said that his main method of cultivation is constant fighting. His rapid advancement is not achieved by spending a lot of time meditating.
He has never understood this matter.
In every battle, he basically controls hundreds of talismans. This is a great training for his spiritual consciousness, but it is too reluctant to say that this is the main reason for his advancement.
If it were only explained by the huge medicinal power of the spiritual elixir, it would be extremely reluctant. Some monks are unable to break through the bottleneck no matter how much elixir they take. However, it seems that they have never encountered such a situation since their cultivation.
The slightest bottleneck has never appeared before. This also made him extremely puzzled.
After thinking for a long time, Qin Fengming still answered honestly: "It won't take too long for disciples to practice. It only takes half of the time. The remaining half can be spent on other miscellaneous studies."
Qin Fengming's words are quite watery. It is estimated that the time he actually spent on cultivation is only about 30%.
"Oh, I see. No wonder you have such means at such a young age. It turns out that the time you have spent on miscellaneous studies has already been twenty or thirty years."
Hearing Qin Fengming's words, the five of them were also a little surprised. Although this explanation can clearly explain his achievements in miscellaneous studies, it is even more difficult to explain his rapid growth as a monk.
"Okay, we don't need to delve into Feng Ming's cultivation. With such achievements, there are natural secrets. This is not what we need to find out. Now, there is something we need to ask. Feng Ming, in
In the three months before the apprenticeship ceremony, I wonder who you plan to practice with first?"
Hearing this question, Qin Fengming did not think about it for long. He had already made a plan in his mind, so he respectfully answered:
"The disciple plans to use these three months to follow Master Zhuang and learn some puppetry techniques. Although the disciple has long been interested in learning this technique, he has never started it. Three months is just the right time to become familiar with it.
What I know. What do the masters think?"
Hearing Qin Fengming's answer, Zhuang Daoqin was very happy. He never thought that this young monk would follow him first.
Zhuang Daoqin had no intention of accepting a disciple, but he knew in his heart that if he practiced step by step, it would be difficult for him to enter the realm of aggregation in this life, and he had no idea whether he could cultivate to the peak of transformation.
With this state of mind, he would inevitably have other ideas. This time he heard that a genius had appeared among the monks participating in the skills competition, and his heart was greatly moved. That's why he came here to compete.
"Hahahaha, okay, since my good disciple has chosen me, I won't refuse. Feng Ming, let's go."
Zhuang Daoqin had no scruples and stood up. In a flash, he reached Qin Fengming's side. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Qin Fengming's left hand. He swung it again and submerged himself into the cave.
Even Qin Fengming wanted to say goodbye to the other four masters, but he was unable to do so. He only felt that his body was wrapped in a ball of soft gas, and he felt extremely comfortable, but he could not move at all.
Seeing Zhuang Daoqin taking away the disciples he had just admitted, the other four people also looked at each other and were speechless for a moment.
The four of them also knew very well that this great monk from Manghuang Mountain, although he did not behave strangely in front of the four of them, would be prone to fight if he came to the world of immortal cultivation, even when facing a transformed infant.
The top monks would not have the slightest scruples.
Although he seems a little domineering, he also has his own reasons for being domineering. He has two puppets that he spent his life savings and countless efforts to refine into the late stages of transformation.
With these two puppets by his side, Zhuang Daoqin met the Cultivator. Although he could not win, he was still somewhat sure of escaping intact.
Flying in the air, Qin Fengming did not use any magic power. Instead, he was wrapped in a layer of red light and traveled through the mountains as fast as lightning.
After only one stick of incense, the two of them stopped at an inconspicuous mountain peak.
"Good disciple, here is where I practice."
As Zhuang Daoqin spoke, he swayed and landed in a dense forest with Qin Fengming. He raised his hand and a stream of spiritual power shot out into the forest in front of him.
I saw a flash of light in front of me, and two figures appeared in front of me almost at the same time.
I saw these two people wearing white palace clothes, with graceful figures and tightly tied hair on their hair. But looking at their faces, although they were extremely beautiful, they had no expression at all. Judging from the fluctuations of spiritual power emanating from their bodies,
, these two women are actually both accomplished alchemists.
Although these two people moved lightly, Qin Fengming couldn't help but be stunned at first glance, because these two women were undoubtedly two humanoid puppets.
Looking at the two lifelike humanoid puppets in front of him, Qin Fengming's heart suddenly surged. Although Qin Fengming had several puppets on his body, compared with these two, the things on his body were no different from garbage.
Puppetry is indeed profound and profound, and such a mysterious secret skill is something that he has longed for for a long time.
Zhuang Daoqin didn't pause at all, and with a movement of his body, he carried Qin Fengming and flew towards the place where the glow of the sun shone.
After entering the cave, Qin Fengming discovered that the cave was much more exquisite than Sima Bo's cave just now. There were no holes on the smooth stone walls, and the tables, chairs, and utensils were also extremely exquisite.
It seemed as if they had taken a break on purpose.
Qin Fengming looked around and saw several humanoid puppets like the ones he saw just now.
As soon as he sat down, a humanoid puppet served him fragrant tea, which made Qin Fengming envious.
Looking at the expression on the face of the young monk in front of him, Zhuang Daoqin chuckled and said: "These puppets are all things I refined when I was in the realm of Chengdan. Although the realm is low, they are the things that have followed me for the longest time.
That’s why I always stay with you.”
Although Qin Fengming has never studied the secret art of puppets in detail, he also knows that even monks who are extremely skilled in puppetry are generally extremely difficult to succeed in refining puppets of the same level, but there are some certainties in it.
Although these puppets are only in the realm of forming a pill, it is extremely difficult to refine them. Therefore, in the world of immortal cultivation, there are many puppets in the Qi gathering stage, but puppets that build a foundation and become a pill are extremely rare.
"Puppetry is really wonderful, and it's really an eye-opener for my disciple. I will study hard and live up to Master's expectations."
