I'm the Master of the Yellow Springs

"What a baby!"

Wu Lang silently closed the door of the underground laboratory and strode out.

He firmly believes that this is already a very mature weapon spirit.

Wait until you open the door again.

She is no longer a palm-sized doll girl model with a crude three-meter mechanical head core. She has successfully enlarged Thumbelina's size, and also shrunk her very exposed three-meter head and stuffed it into her skull, becoming a A clever puppet golem of normal human size.

Wu Lang was full of expectations for this newly born baby.

He believed in the other party's ability to work, and she would update herself from a crudely made magic weapon into a refined and mature magic weapon.

"Life is meant to be pleasant like this!"

Soon, after Wu Lang finished refining the magic weapon, he sat in a chair and began to enjoy life, and his mood became free and easy.

After all, I have been busy for several days, and I am quite tired.

Even an overtime dog like him can't stand it anymore.

But what makes me happy is that this overtime dog finally has a subordinate, and he is a very capable subordinate.

In the afternoon, he observed the eldest disciple Liu Ping in the courtyard who was still practicing hard. He had already begun to formally start practicing his destiny.

Wu Lang rocked the rocking chair and thought to himself: "Well! Everything is going as planned, interconnected. Wait until he continues to practice. Then I will ask Houtu Chip to help me formally deduce from Liu Ping's skills. My destiny technique.”

Computing power is naturally Houtu’s strength.

This is the strongest tool man, equivalent to a super genius monster serving himself unconditionally.

"Master, how is my practice going?"

At this time, Liu Ping was sitting cross-legged and meditating, asking for credit: "Since that day when I had an epiphany, I have reached the second level of Qi training!"

"Very good. You will definitely be famous all over the world in the world of immortality in the future. I'm looking forward to your coming down the mountain." Wu Lang said with a smile.

"Going down the mountain? Are you leaving?"

Liu Ping felt that this seemed a bit far for him.

After all, I have just started practicing, and I think I am just getting started with the second level of Qi training.

But Wu Lang shook his head, sat on the chair with a calm face, quite a master's demeanor, and said with a smile: "Good disciple, you will not be far away. The rules of Huangquan Sect are very cruel. If you carry out the task by force, you have to Be prepared, our seventh peak is to have a certain quota of Huangquan Road."

This is a working indicator!

Someone has to go down the mountain and catch the wandering souls.

This is the job of the ten peaks of Huangquan. Each peak is to recruit and arrest people.

Otherwise, he would not have accepted a disciple.

"What! I'm only in the Qi training period, and I'm going to go down the mountain to catch wandering souls soon?" Liu Ping was shocked and shouted that this Demon Sect is scary.

He practiced martial arts in a martial arts school and was beaten with sandbags for several years before he went out to work as a escort. At that time, he felt that it was already a waste of human life.

I didn't expect it to be more cruel here!

Is this the world of immortality?

Liu Ping felt a little in awe.

"Actually, although this is cruel, it is not impossible." Liu Ping suddenly hesitated for a few seconds and hesitated.

"what?"

Wu Lang was surprised and asked him directly what he thought.

"I really want to go down the mountain."

He hesitated, "After all, it's lonely in the mountains, and I'm a little bored practicing the exercises. Even if it's dangerous, I want to go down the mountain for a walk! Let's go see how my wife is doing now."

He was afraid that the master would misunderstand, so he quickly added: "Of course, I'm not nostalgic for the past, and the mortal relationship is over. I don't want to see her, I just want to see how the child is doing. After all, if I am a cultivator, I will be with her." This kind of mortal is not in the same world.”

Wu Lang's expression suddenly became strange.

Gan.

Why are there such people?

People are sick and have three thousand ailments, which can only be cured by licking a dog.

My eldest disciple, you can’t bear the loneliness so quickly?

Wu Lang looked at his honest face that was hesitant to speak, shy and reserved. Well, he was indeed a very "qualified" person!

"Have you really given up?" Wu Lang suddenly asked: "Are you sure you have had an epiphany? You are just acting, not participating in the drama, jumping out of your fate?"

Liu Ping did not dare to lie, and just said: "Master! I'm trying to let go, but now I still feel a little uncomfortable. I want to see her one last time and end our mortal relationship."

Wu Lang didn't say much.

During his first period of practice, when the Dragon King returned, he twisted his lips. Did he actually want to choose the "Pan Jinlian" who poisoned his lover?

He wants to cut off the front edge and choose a new life?

But this is not an easy task!

Wu Lang thought he would find another place and start over.

After all, I'm afraid that if he can't be cruel enough, when the Dragon King returns, he won't be able to twist his lips!

He is still weak in his heart.

If you are bullied honestly, you will not be able to change in a short time.

In fact, it seems quite normal that he can't concentrate on practicing now.

Not everyone is a social beast like me. With a place of work, you can forget about your work. Staying in this mountain for so long is indeed boring.

"The technique I taught you really requires practice in the world and sharpening the worldly mind. It is indeed not good in the mountains."

Wu Lang nodded and just said: "Practice slowly, and one day there will be a day. I hope you will not disappoint my expectations, cut off the bad ties in the past, so as to break away from your prison and set foot on true freedom."

"In this period of time, it is good to accumulate more knowledge. The world of immortality is not as simple as a small town martial arts world. What's more, we are from the Huangquan Sect, which is scary."

"Yes, Master."

He said with determination in his eyes.

His demeanor is indeed different, there is a sense of new life, instead of the humble and honest man with a flattering personality before.

"Looking forward to your resurrection from the ashes."

Wu Lang patted his disciple on the shoulder, left the yard, and came to the flower field. After a while, the Bianhua flowers he planted had grown a lot.

"Um"

He put on his gloves and squatted down to dig out the roots and observed them one by one.

Seven control groups.

Three of them didn't survive at all. They probably over-reduced the formula and cut corners on key materials.

Four of them survived. Although the materials were missing, they still looked like relatively high-end versions.

Taking into account the low-key factor, Wu Lang selected the worst flower plant among the four surviving flower plants and began to observe it.

"This is barely doable, although it's still a lot advanced."

Wu Lang thought for a moment, thought carefully, and decided to be more clumsy and continue to use the ingredients for the formula. "I will try this formula again later, delete a few ingredients, and choose the weakest version that can survive."

Po Meng is not that easy to fool. If you can hide the abnormality of Bianhua, just hide it.

Pretending to be more than anything else is the most annoying thing!

He brought out this high-level flower of the other side for no reason, far beyond this civilized era. Was it because he didn't want to die fast enough?

Wu Lang's character has always been stable.

He thought about it and decided to do something more stable:

write diary.

After all, I have just received huge benefits from the generous and beautiful Sister Meng. It is impossible not to write a diary and record it truthfully.

Also, if I, the flower of the other side, were to weaken a few versions and return to the original version, the effect would definitely be different from the original version.

No flower is the same in the world.

I plan to get vaccinated in advance and record truthfully some of the mutation problems in the process of cultivating Bana flowers.

"call!"

He gathered his energy, picked up the pen, and wrote the first line.