I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

Hearing this, the eight human cauldrons felt dazed.

When he looked at PEI Ling again, he only felt that although she did not look like his master at all, and her aura was completely different, but ... She really seemed to be his master?

Very quickly, this thought grew deeper and deeper in their hearts. In a short while, they were very sure that this was their master!

"Master." The eight human cauldrons immediately surrounded PEI Ling and acted coquettishly, wanting to serve him.

But at this moment, he heard the village chief say, " "The young master is getting married today. You concubines, don't embarrass the future mistress. The days will not be easy. Go and sit at the table."

"After the wedding, I will listen to mistress's orders and serve young master."

The eight cauldrons did not hesitate and left PEI Ling's side, taking their seats at a nearby table.

Looking at their convinced backs, the village chief smiled strangely.

These eight women were the young master's cauldrons and had a deep relationship with him. Now that they treated his son as the young master, they could split part of the young master's fate like yesterday.

At the same time, PEI Ling felt his entire mind clear up, and the life force in his body was even more surging and full. If the system had not been operating the [ withered heart technique ], he would have almost been exposed because of the overwhelming life force.

Life Providence!

He had obtained another part of the life Providence. Furthermore, this part of the life Providence had an indescribable sense of purity and heaviness.

After some thought, PEI Ling understood. This time, he was not given the life of the village chief's son, but Kang shaogan's life!

These eight female cultivators were not his cultivation vessels, but Kang shaoqian's.

Kang shaogan's soul was still in his soul nourishing bag.

Now that the chief of sang village was helping him, he had accidentally gotten Kang shaoqian's fate!

As for Kang shaogan, he was a true disciple of the heaven born sect, and his parents were important people in the sect. He was even listed in the Golden Book, and the sect helped him suppress his fate and hide the secrets of heaven. Originally, this kind of heaven's favorite was difficult to kill. After killing him, it was almost impossible to steal his fate.

It was just that sang village was inextricably linked to the ghost curse Dao Foundation, and the foundation was related to the SU tomb of the four great danger zones. It had actually bypassed the secret treasure of the heaven born sect and forcefully seized Kang shaogan's life Providence.

Just as PEI Ling's mind was racing, the joy grew even louder. Just like before, the villagers carried a brightly-colored bridal sedan forward. It was time to welcome the bride!

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At Zi village.

In the dilapidated mansion.

In a relatively complete room, there was a pile of fresh straw and a simple bed on it.

Qiao ciguang was lying quietly on the bed with his hands crossed over his lower abdomen. His long eyelashes were lowered as he lay there with his eyes closed. Beside him was a coffin that had been hastily made. The smell of fresh paint had yet to dissipate.

Ruan Yang and the other four junior sisters surrounded him with serious expressions.

"Let's start, don't make any mistakes." After a moment, Zhang Jing sighed softly and said solemnly.

When Senior Sister Qiao returned yesterday, she arranged for them to take over the position of the mourning woman and dress her up.

When she first heard about this, she and the other three junior sisters were shocked.

But later, Senior Sister Qiao explained her real purpose to them ...

Senior Sister already knew the secret of the village. Now, no matter if they wanted to solve the problem or find an opportunity, they had to fake their death once. Only then would they be able to see the mastermind behind the scenes and break the situation.

Therefore, Senior Sister really needed their cooperation!

Knowing that it was a fake death, the four of them were worried, but they did not despair.

Now that she heard Zhang Jing's words, Ruan Yang hurriedly went forward and carefully helped Qiao ciguang up. She first applied some Foundation and carefully put on some makeup. Then, she used the magical comb that the village chief had sent over to comb Qiao ciguang's hair.

&Quot; the first comb will comb to the end of the hair; the second will comb the White hair to the eyebrows; the third will comb the ground with children and grandchildren; the fourth will comb the ground with eternal bonds; the fifth will go along with the old man's wishes; the sixth will bring good fortune to the home; the seventh will bring good fortune and avoid disaster; the eighth will bring great benefits; the ninth will bring all kinds of delicacies; the tenth will have no taboos ... &Quot; in the empty mansion, four female cultivators were singing a combing song that they were not too familiar with while trembling slightly.

After combing for the tenth time, Qiao ciguang, like the little girl from before, suddenly opened his eyes!

Ruan Zhi, who was combing her hair, was shocked. If Chu Hanbei had not reached out to hold her, she would have dropped the magical comb.

He quickly composed himself and continued with the process of crying.

After a long while, they helped Qiao ciguang change into the red Wedding dress that the village chief had sent over. After checking that there were no mistakes or omissions, they moved him into the coffin.

At this moment, the drummers and coffin carriers outside were all ready to perform the funeral.

&Quot; we can set off now ... &Quot; Zhong Shizhu reminded him.

The other three nodded solemnly. Although Senior Sister Qiao was faking her death this time, what she was going to do was extremely dangerous.

They, as junior sisters, must not drag the other party down.

Thus, they went out and called in the Rogue cultivators who were acting as coffin carriers. They lifted the coffin and slowly walked out.

&Quot; er, er, er, you got on the sedan chair, nailed the nails, and put a veil on your head. When you pass by the door of the sedan chair today, you can't do anything about it in the future ... &Quot; accompanied by the crisp crying and singing of the four suzhen heavenly female cultivators, the funeral procession began to circle around the entire village. The fog gradually appeared and slowly enveloped everyone.

After a while, when they arrived at the village chief's house, the village chief, who had already changed into hemp clothes and ropes, strode out and shouted, " let's go! &Quot; he joined the group and led the funeral procession out of the village, walking towards the depths of the fog ...

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Giant trees towered into the sky, and the thick fog was like porridge.

Suddenly, the joy of blowing and beating came, and then a group of people slowly appeared from the fog.

The leader of the group was wearing a bright red bridegroom's robe, a soft black silk, and a big red peony hairpin. His face was pale, and his eyes were listless. He was riding on a White Horse as stiff as a puppet.

Behind him, a rather well-dressed wedding procession was escorting a grandly dressed palanquin.

PEI Ling looked stiff at this moment, but the vitality in his body was strong to an unprecedented degree.

Ever since he left the village, the system had started to refine the two destinies that he had seized.

At this moment, the refinement was basically completed.

Somehow, he felt that he had obtained a great benefit.

This benefit was not immediately reflected in strength or cultivation, but in the mysterious and indescribable 'life'.

The most direct observation was that PEI Ling felt that his lifespan had far exceeded the limits of a first-grade golden core.

As long as he was not affected by external forces, his lifespan might be longer than some original infant stage cultivators.

Just as PEI Ling was carefully experiencing this benefit, there was a sound of plaintive music not far away. In his line of sight, a group of people who were going to leave for a funeral slowly appeared from the fog opposite.