The man in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 12
Wu Dong hasn’t burned firewood or firewood yet, but these days, many leaves in his yard have been poisoned by him, from the dead leaves that fell to the ground by themselves, to the ones that were “autonomously” pulled from the trees by Wu Dong From the fallen green leaves to the half-yellow and half-green leaves sandwiched between withered greens, there are different samples, and none of them slipped through the net!

All were used by him as an experiment.

No way, itchy hands!

At least for these leaves, Wu Dong has become a great demon king.

And he's an extremely ferocious Great Demon King!
At this moment, a small but steady flame appeared at Wu Dong's fingertips and before Zhao Sihai's eyes.

[Emotion value +114]

More or less?
The emotional value of 114 is definitely not too much.

In other words, Wu Dong's current performance did not exceed Zhao Sihai's expectations.

But the first time he managed to create a flame, Wu Dong's own emotional value was only 336. From this perspective, Zhao Sihai was quite sure of Wu Dong's performance.

"good."

"Keep working hard!"

In the end, Zhao Sihai gave Wu Dong such an evaluation and ended the summoning.

On the rest day, Wu Dong went to the town again.

Seeing him, Uncle Xu remained enthusiastic, but he was not hopeless.

"Xiaodong, Mr. Yang... Ever since Mr. Yang went to Sanhe City, he hasn't sent any news, and he hasn't even returned."

Uncle Xu's face was heavy.

Those who didn't know thought he said Mr. Yang was dead.

It was Wu Dong who comforted him with a smile, "Uncle Xu, it's nothing, I just wrote those stories for fun."

Is it for fun?

Yes.

But it's fate.

And when the lifespan has increased from 15 to the current 32, Wu Dong's life is no longer hanging by a thread.

Sixteen or seventeen years can be used for strategizing. Compared with the past, it is not an exaggeration to say that the sea and the sky are broad, right?
And he's not free yet.

To be honest, don't think that far.

Right now, it's just a matter of taking one step at a time.

But then, Uncle Xu told Wu Dong another piece of news.

That means Mr. Yang has been in the city for more than a month.

When he just left, no one thought about anything, and no one dared to think about anything. Under the command of the extremely prestigious Mr. Yang, all ghosts and monsters bowed their heads!

He left for three days and five days, and the audience missed him.

He was away for eight and ten days, and the audience missed him.

He left for fifteen and twenty days, and he left for more than a month...

Someone who wasn't an audience, or simply an audience, was thinking about him.

Someone wants to replace it.

So now, in several surrounding towns, there are some gentlemen who talk about ancient times, and not one, two, three, but four, five, six, seven or eight.

"In one brain, it's hard to tell which is which."

"But they don't speak well."

"Let's not compare it to the current Mr. Yang, even the old Mr. Yang is far behind."

Uncle Xu and Wu Dong were talking about this, but what he mainly wanted to say was this:
"Among them, there is an old guy with a good eye. I don't know where to get the news. He came to me to inquire about it. He asked some things about the script."

"I said I didn't know."

"I'm just a paper and pen shop, how do I know about you?"

Wu Dong smiled.

"So Xiaodong, your two new stories from last month are still with me. Would you like... to get in touch with these new gentlemen?"

"No need, Uncle Xu."

Wu Dong shook his head, and then took out two new stories from his bosom, "These two, and the last two, I think I wrote them specifically for you, Uncle Xu! Uncle Xu, I won't be coming over next month, After a while, come and see you!"

"Then... Xiaodong, what if Old Mr. Yang comes back, or asks someone to come to me to pick up the script?"

"Just these four articles first! Let's talk about the future!"

Wu Dong doesn't know what's going on with Mr. Yang, and he has no way of knowing for the time being.

He only knows that he can still receive sublimation points every day!
But compared to before, there is no big change.

Therefore, it is quite difficult to guess what kind of situation Mr. Yang is in the city.

Fortunately, as usual, for the time being, Wu Dong is not in a hurry.

Back to life in the compound, as always.

Practice.

Handle herbs.

In another twenty days, Wu Dong opened up the third meridian.

After examining Wu Dong's latest practice, master Zhao Sihai taught Wu Dong a second new spell.

Wind Control.

A little different from Fire Control Art, Zhao Sihai told Wu Dong that Wind Control Art can also be performed with hands, but it is mainly performed with feet.

"The wind is born under the feet, and some people say that the wind is hidden under the feet."

Speaking of this, Zhao Sihai gave Wu Dong a personal demonstration.

"Wu Dong, just look at my feet!"

Zhao Sihai said in a deep voice.

Wu Dong stared at Zhao Sihai's feet.

But Wu Dong neither saw nor felt the wind.

On the contrary, Zhao Sihai's entire figure circled around him like the wind, blowing the corners of his clothes up.

"After the mastery of the Wind Control Technique, it is easy to travel thousands of miles a day."

"However, the main function of the Wind Control Art is not for traveling. People are people, not pack horses and livestock. The main function of the Wind Control Art is to defend oneself and defend oneself against the enemy!"

With the previous fire control technique as a base, although the control wind technique is a brand new spell, Wu Dong also quickly mastered its breath circulation route in the body.

In front of his master Zhao Sihai, he used his feet to display the Wind Control Technique.

result……

Without paying attention, Wu Dong made a big split on the ground.

Fortunately, the hands supported it in time to support the body.

Otherwise, it's either pulling eggs or smashing eggs.

"what?"

Zhao Sihai didn't make fun of Wu Dong, on the contrary, he was extremely surprised.

"You have just practiced, and you can successfully perform the Wind Control Technique?"

[Emotion value +1022]

"Master, this, isn't this normal?"

Wu Dong felt uneasy.

In fact, I was a little apprehensive.

Could it be that his performance was too extraordinary, and he should hide it in the future?
This emotional value is more than a thousand, not small!
However, over time, Wu Dong also discovered that the upper limit of emotional value seems to be different for different people.

It seems that the higher the cultivation level, the higher the upper limit of emotional value.

But so far, Wu Dong has not confirmed it.

Ask the system, the system is not sure.

Facing Wu Dong's uneasiness, Zhao Sihai shook his head, "It's nothing abnormal, there are many geniuses who performed better than you, but your speed of cultivation and mastering spells is a little faster than what you originally thought as a teacher."

Just a little faster?

That's good.

So, can it be faster?
But it’s not going anywhere anytime soon.

The sublimation value is only so small, and you can use as much as you already have.

In the previous life, when he was a child, Wu Dong planted a peach tree.

In the year when it was so easy to bear fruit, only a dozen peaches were produced, and they matured one after another after a long time.

When one was cooked, he picked one and ate it.

In fact, most of the time it is not cooked, but the color turns from green to white, the taste is not astringent, and the sweetness is not even close.

Misfortune to all!

Not to mention leftovers at all!

But I have to say, don't have a taste.

It's completely different from buying a catty, two catties, three catties, five catties of peaches and eating all you can eat in one sitting.

Zhao Sihai borrowed Wu Dong's hand to get him up from the ground.

"Thank you Master."

"Didn't you mess with the egg?"

At this time, Zhao Sihai just made a joke like this, and he, who has always been calm and serious, said this with a smile on his face, even if Wu Dong was not his predecessor, he still felt flattered.

"No, thank you Master for your concern!"

"How did it feel just now?"

"It's just slipping, like stepping on ice."

Then the front foot slipped out, but the back foot didn't.

It's as if the thoughts fly to the distance and the sky, but the body is still fettered in place.

(End of this chapter)