I'm the Master of the Yellow Springs

"Master, how do you think I'm doing?"

In the yard, Liu Ping was still making a strange breathing gesture, which was the basic breathing technique of practicing.

"Okay."

Wu Lang sat in the rocking chair at the door and didn't pay much attention to his affairs.

With his pleasing personality, I didn't even suspect that he would be lazy. I gave him a few casual words, then silently opened the page, opened the friend column, and quietly checked the favorability score.

[Name]: Meng Po

[Template]: NPC

[Race]: Wandering Soul

[Sect]: Huangquan

[Fate]:? ? ?

[Cultivation]:? ? ?

Current favorability: 13

"so many?"

Wu Lang was stunned on the spot and did not react for several seconds.

What happened to Po Meng?

Didn't she just read the diary?

This is simply an explosion of growth!

"I just wrote a diary with a test attitude. I really have talent. I can increase my favorability point even while standing." He was slightly surprised.

Look at Liu Ping, the way people will live in the future is to make a living.

And what about yourself?

"You are worthy of being a teacher!" Wu Lang smiled.

Don't blame him for being so smug.

You know, it is quite difficult to increase the favorability level.

The older the monks are, the more indifferent their personalities are and the more defensive they are against other people. Few people can get into their hearts over the long years.

At the same time, the favorability point went from -23 to 13 in one go, a full 36 points. I'm afraid it was all because of three times the experience of being favorably favored by the opposite sex. Otherwise, this wave of diaries would probably only increase the favorability point by 12 points, which is probably still a negative number!

The good guy card is simply an incredible talent, and its advantages are very obvious.

"At the very least, life in the bandit demon sect that eats and steals people everywhere is now safe!"

Wu Lang thought for a while and finally felt that he could breathe a sigh of relief: "I will go on, don't be afraid of being picked on, and study my Bianhua flower planting technology."

What's more, this wave of diaries also took advantage of the situation to write a clean life story for himself: he was a very dignified and ambitious scholar during his lifetime, and he mistakenly entered the Underworld Demon Sect, thinking that they were good people.

At the same time, Wu Lang also tried to change the style of the Huangquan Demon Sect.

Now that I have joined this demon sect, it is not good to be a scum all the time.

Although Wu Lang is not a saint, he is also an ordinary person who only wants to have a clear conscience. He is thinking about the future generations of the Huangquan Holy Sect and the mature and advanced thinking of the waist-cutting concept. Here he puts forward suggestions and carries out cultural reforms. Now that he thinks about it, , Meng Po’s response seems to be extremely good.

The present is a period of destruction and re-establishment. It is just the right time to change your philosophy and rise from the ashes.

Judging from the feedback on her favorability, Po Meng has already considered changing from a bandit demon sect who simply robbed and trafficked people to a bandit demon sect who knew how to set up memorial arches and said that he only robbed and trafficked people for the sake of the world.

There seems to be no difference in essence, they are all stealing people crazily.

But in Wu Lang's mind, there is still a difference.

This kind of Underworld Demon Sect may have truly begun to enter the "Underworld of Underworld" in Chinese mythology, and may become legalized in the eyes of the world just like in Chinese mythology - the underworld sect's stealing of people and cutting their waists is not called stealing. , which is called Yin Chao sending the souls of the dead to the underworld. It is an officially certified part of the management of heaven and earth.

In this case.

It's actually very good.

Now this is at least a good start. Change does not happen overnight.

"In order to prevent me from being assimilated by them, I have to assimilate them first and use my truth, kindness and beauty to influence the bandits of this sect!"

"No matter what, this way, I can finally take a breath of relief for a short time."

To be honest, now that I have been born in two lives, I have also experienced severe beatings from society, and I understand the dangers and horrors of this world better.

He thought a lot.

This diary is already an extremely big adventure for him!

If it weren't for the fact that there was no other way, not attacking Po Meng would be suicide, and he wouldn't take such a risk, even though the immediate result would be good.

But Wu Lang no longer wanted to experience it a second time.

He also knows that he is a social animal whose destiny is to work as a worker. He is not destined to be a chosen one as a boss, and he has no desire to become a prostitute.

At this time, he only wanted to develop quietly, and the longer he could hide, the better.

Taking a deep breath, Wu Lang looked at Liu Ping in front of him and said, "Good disciple, you have to practice hard these days. Time waits for no one!"

He added silently: The hard work of writing a diary for the teacher has helped us delay time at the Seventh Peak. If you don't cultivate some skills, the two of us will be exposed and killed by this capital demon sect sooner or later!

Next, Wu Lang began to continue farming.

I have been hiding on the seventh peak like a dead house, unable to come down from the mountain.

In order to improve the version of the cultivation technology of the Biangan flower, he experimented with various soul muds. After all, if he came up with an advanced version, he would definitely be suspected by Po Meng again.

It is naturally good to be low-key in life.

"Master, what are you doing?"

At this time, Liu Ping watched Wu Lang wearing a pair of black gloves and playing with some strange black rough soil, as if he was playing with mud.

"Don't touch it. This is soul mud. It's very vicious. Have you seen the twisted and painful faces floating on the black mud?"

Wu Lang glanced at him and kneaded it in the basin like dough, like a pastry chef, "This soil is for cultivating the other shore flower. When my other shore flower is cultivated, you should stay away from the flower field."

Liu Ping seemed to understand a little, and stood by to watch, "This is the secret recipe for cultivating Bianhua flowers. It turns out that it is in the kneaded soil!"

"right."

Wu Lang kneaded the mixed soil in his hands and explained: "Soul mud is the sweat mud from the souls of cultivators when they practice."

"The soul can also sweat?" Liu Ping was surprised.

Wu Lang glanced at him, "After all, you can sweat and expel blood and flesh dirt when you practice physical cultivation. Why can't you sweat and expel soul impurities during soul cultivation?"

He paused and smiled softly:

"These soul sludge contains all kinds of filthy, dark and distracting thoughts expelled from the soul. It will pollute people's souls and bad people's cultivation. You have to be careful."

Each monk has a different fate, different soul skills, and different soul mud.

There are hundreds and thousands of types of dirt.

The flower of the other side is the soul flower that grows in the dark dirt of evil and filth.

Bianhuahua is a specialty of the Huangquan Demon Sect.

And Huangquan Sect also has no shortage of soul mud to cultivate.

I looked at it myself and saw that there were a lot of warehouse reserves in the backyard of Seventh Peak.

After all, during their peak period, the amount of soul mud excreted by the powerful practitioners of the Underworld Demon Cultivator in the top ten mountain peaks every day has always been an astronomical figure.

"Master, can I learn?" Liu Ping was curious.

"Learn your skills well and chew off more than you can chew." Wu Lang was speechless.

"The matching of soul mud is an important knowledge in cultivating the other side flower."

Wu Lang took a deep breath. He must master this thing thoroughly. The secret recipe is in hand, and it will be his capital in the future.

I have to say that the help of the Emperor's inheritance diary is far from that great.

I can't directly copy his footsteps, I can only study the character of the target. And the knowledge of the game in my previous life, and the knowledge of soul mud, may be the capital for my steady rise in this dangerous fairy world. !

Three days passed without incident.

Wu Lang had mastered the essence of Gou Dao, and even if he didn't go out, he wouldn't even go down to the seventh peak of the Huangquan Sect, and he wouldn't look at the various facilities of the sect, let alone leave the sect and go down the mountain.

In the past few days, Wu Lang kept trying to reduce the material ratio of [Soul Mud], and finally made several castrated versions.

"We can try to start planting one type, seven control groups, and conduct experiments."

He knocked the formed seven kinds of soul mud into nutritious mud bricks and buried them in the soil respectively. He waited a few days to see how the seven kinds of soul mud formulas produced the seven other shore flowers.

In the next few days, he continued to explore, until one day, a voice suddenly came from the foot of the seventh peak, shouting:

"New junior brother, are you in there?"

Wu Lang was stunned.

Although he hid from Po Meng, he could not avoid the visits from the other two acting peak masters.

He thought for a while, called Liu Ping, and hurried down the mountain to greet the visitors.

After all, there is no way to avoid what is coming.

To take a step back, I have temporarily gained Po Meng's favor and solved the biggest difficulty. The other two nominal acting peak masters have the same status as myself, so there is no need to be too timid.

After descending the mountain, Wu Lang saw two women in white sitting on the tea pavilion at the foot of the mountain. The leading woman was petite and had a pretty and cute appearance, giving people a very lively feeling.

oh?

Are they two women?

Stable!

Wu Lang felt more confident, and it was time for my good guy card to come into play.