Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 121: Steal half a day’s leisure

It was noon.

The rooftop of the building has been renovated into a martial arts arena.

As expected, the extraordinary armed force brought by Director Li proved to be as formidable as the legends had described.

Some of the less threatening monsters can now be eliminated in teams.

This also allowed Li Qingfeng, who had been busy for almost half a month, to have some free time to study swordsmanship.

Here, Li Qingfeng moved among various wooden stakes and specially designed training equipment, his movements as fluid and graceful as flowing water.

Even as a layman, Yang Ping could see that the swordsmanship was becoming increasingly sharp.

At this moment, Yang Ping was still wearing his classic apricot-yellow Taoist robe.

Right now, they are drinking tea at the low table in the pavilion where the two often chat, occasionally flipping through the books left behind by the old Taoist priest.

The slightly creased pages are proof of his hard work during this period.

After a leisurely while, Li Qingfeng had already finished his set of moves.

Sheathed his sword and walked toward Yang Ping, who was sitting in the pavilion.

As usual, I sat across from him, poured myself a cup of tea, and took a sip.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, what brings you here today? I remember you've been very busy with your tasks lately."

Hearing him say that, Yang Ping also put away the book and carefully tucked it back into his pocket.

"Haha~ This isn't a breakthrough for me, I can now draw intermediate-level talismans. I've always envied your tireless, flawless physique."

"I searched through all the books and finally found a talisman with a similar effect. I worked on it late into the night last night."

"Finally, the newly emerged demons have been added to the information network. Today is a rare day off."

Hearing this, Li Qingfeng was not surprised and nodded.

The opponent's talismans have many effects, but they are generally based on the borrowing of cultivation techniques.

Therefore, many of the effects are those that can be achieved at the normal level of cultivation and seeking the Dao.

For example, the effects of water-avoiding talismans and fire-avoiding talismans.

When you first develop the first wisp of Qi, it is already within you.

There are also talismans that enhance the physical body, such as the Divine Speed ​​Talisman and the Vajra Talisman.

For Li Qingfeng, it was simply the level his body naturally possessed.

Even within the organization, a few days ago they recruited a newly awakened superhuman whose ability is mental perception.

It can vaguely sense the extraordinary presence nearby.

However, Li Qingfeng already possessed this ability, which was similar to divine sense scanning, when he broke through to the fifth level of Qi Refining.

You can clearly feel it simply by closing your eyes and carefully perceiving it.

The cultivation level and general flow of magical power of the extraordinary beings nearby who are no more than one major realm above oneself.

It is ten or even a hundred times stronger than the ability that the superhuman awakened.

Whenever he thought of these things, Li Qingfeng couldn't help but marvel at how exquisite and powerful the cultivation methods taught by his master were.

Aside from lacking some ranged attack spells, it has almost no weaknesses.

Although compared to the extraordinary person who attains enlightenment in one move and progresses rapidly, cultivation is a daily grind.

It has taken me ten years since I came up the mountain to achieve my current level of cultivation.

But if he had to choose between the current Li Qingfeng and the past, he would still choose ten years of quiet, arduous cultivation.

This is the kind of gradual, down-to-earth accumulation.

In his view, this was far more stable and substantial than that superficial awakening or mutation, or something that relied on external means.

Meanwhile, Li Daoyou, sitting opposite them, was lost in thought, holding his teacup, seemingly preoccupied with something.

Yang Ping sighed silently.

However, after being together for so long, I've long since gotten used to this little personality flaw of his.

I don't care at all.

They just started chatting about something else.

"Speaking of which, Fellow Daoist Li, do you still remember this person, Jiang Shengping?"

Hearing his sudden question, Li Qingfeng, who had been lost in thought, also snapped out of his daze.

After hearing the contents, he pondered for a moment, and the eerie figure of someone laughing while leaking urine appeared in his mind.

"Of course I remember, why are you suddenly bringing him up?"

Noticing the strange expression on Li Qingfeng's face, Yang Ping smiled wryly.

"Well, I ran into him on my way here. He and Professor Gu, who used to teach me, were shopping for something in the city."

"I went up to say hello and saw that Director Li, whom we had met before, was sitting in the car."

"They must have been dispatched by Director Tan on some mission." "But that kid used to target me when we worked together, now he avoids me like the plague, huh~"

At this point, Yang Ping couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head.

Thinking back to half a month ago, the other party appeared at Xiong Laodao's funeral with a look of suicidal intent.

When Yang Ping saw the other party, he almost didn't recognize him.

He was originally a handsome young man with glasses, a seemingly refined but actually depraved character.

When I saw him again, his cheeks were sunken, his eye sockets were bruised, and his skin was wrinkled.

If the other party hadn't failed to pounce on him, Yang Ping would have thought he'd seen a zombie come back to life during the day.

When the other party finally spoke, he realized it was Jiang Shengping.

According to the other party, it was to cooperate with the laboratory's treatment program. He bravely participated in the treatment, and a bit too much blood was drawn.

Later, it was discovered that the half-zombie's body could not produce blood, and the whole body shriveled up.

But at the time, the other party thought that he was going to be sacrificed, and didn't care about his appearance at all, so he just walked straight over.

Yang Ping, who understood what was going on, was also resentful, and since he really wanted to cause trouble for the other party without any explanation.

With a gloomy face, he led the other party to the coffin of Old Master Xiong and, according to the notes left by the old master, performed the soul-summoning incantation.

It was a success.

I don't know why, but the translucent spirits I summoned looked like projections.

Moreover, his master was holding a manuscript, as if he was digging for something.

Noticing that he had been summoned, he was stunned for a long time before he angrily started cursing.

Yang Ping was filled with shame at the time, so he lowered his head and let the scolding go.

Thinking to himself, it's just a soul anyway, cursing it won't hurt him, and besides, he still owes Old Master Xiong a life.

But to his surprise, just as he was thinking this, Old Master Xiong slapped him across the head with a loud crack.

Yang Ping was shocked at the time.

However, after slapping him, Old Man Xiong seemed to have calmed down.

He then gave a brief explanation, implying that it was he, as the disciple, who had delayed Master Xiong's work in hell.

The reason why the soul could slap itself was because Master Xiong was, to some extent, a cultivator.

The soul is stronger than that of ordinary people and can interfere with matter.

Yang Ping believed it.

After all, the facts are undeniable.

Then came the condemnation of Jiang Shengping, who knelt before the coffin with a sorrowful expression.

But Yang Ping, who had been watching the whole thing, felt that his master didn't seem very angry.

He just kicked her a few times and punched her a little over a hundred times before calling it a day.

This beating by the ghost completely shattered Jiang Shengping's scientific dream.

He was so scared that he wet his pants, but when he found out he wasn't going to die, he couldn't help but laugh.

This bizarre scene was also seen by Li Qingfeng, who had sharp ears and eyes.

And the ghost of Old Master Xiong after he did this.

He then pulled out the ever-burning lamp that was stuck in the coffin, the one he had brought out from the ancient tomb.

After the formation was destroyed, the figure of Master Xiong gradually faded away. Finally, after bidding farewell to his disciple, he disappeared again at the funeral.

This ritual of summoning the spirit also greatly shocked Tan Hui, who had come to ingratiate himself with the family and participate in the funeral.

Because of this, Yang Ping was valued more and more from then on.

Now, when they talk about Jiang Shengping, neither of them can say whether they like or dislike him.

He can only be described as a very complex person.

It's neither particularly righteous nor bad.

After this ordeal, he seemed like a completely different person.

He no longer cared about his past image, money, or status.

According to what Yang Ping overheard some of the bureau's employees talking about.

They could also often see Jiang Shengping, facing the bathroom mirror, striking various strange poses and talking to himself.

Thinking of that scene, Yang Ping couldn't help but shake his head.

"This person is more likable now than before, but I don't know why he keeps avoiding me, as if he's terrified."

Upon hearing his self-questioning and self-answering question, Li Qingfeng remained silent and simply drank his tea.

(End of this chapter)