I'm the Master of the Yellow Springs

Soon, the two people walked around Huangquan Road, entered the Huangquan Sect at the back, followed the small fork next to it, and headed towards a hazy mountain peak.

The surrounding environment of the sect is a dilapidated scene with ruins and ruins.

"These ruins are indeed from a very early time in this world! The era when the Underworld Sect was just destroyed."

Wu Lang was thinking about it, feeling quite bad.

The fact that he came early meant that a lot of the information in the diary to increase his favorability was no longer useful.

After all, some people are not even born yet, or have just been born recently. Is it possible to please a little baby girl or a little baby boy?

This is pretty bad news!

It seems that only some of the information recorded in it about old rich women and old men who have lived for thousands of years are still useful today, such as Po Meng.

At the same time, this diary of the rise of the future emperor also contains some information about exploring the secret realm, various ancient secrets, and opportunities to look for.

But this is all for the future.

"Brother is awesome, thank you for saving me."

Liu Ping, who was following next to him, spoke.

"It's okay, I'm just missing someone." Wu Lang waved his hand.

"After all, you have also seen that I have taken charge of a mountain peak of the Holy Religion and become the acting peak master. I am short of people."

But Liu Ping didn't expect this. He was honest and honest, and he was still very excited. He only knew that the other party saved his life.

"Now, do you understand that we are not the same kind of people?" Wu Lang glanced at him lightly and said softly, "Is it a man's behavior to be groveling and flattering?"

Wu Lang walked and chatted:

"A great war god once said, How can a man live in heaven and earth and live in depression for a long time?"

"If you had some of this tyrant's character and loyalty, your wife wouldn't look down on you!"

Liu Ping received education.

Master Wu Lang was probably a scholar during his lifetime, and he spoke in an elegant manner, and he had idols of sages whom he admired.

Ding!

[Meng Po’s favorability +3]

You're such a good Mrs. Meng. As expected, you were feeding her soup and peeking at her at the same time.

Sure enough, there were still some bugs in my property panel, and I could indirectly detect that a big boss was spying on me.

Maybe, I have a third hidden destiny: NPC destiny.

You can use the in-game data panel. This terrifying talent with its own destiny, couldn't it be an orange destiny or a golden destiny?

This may be the great destiny that one relies on to survive.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"Go up the mountain." Wu Lang agreed casually.

soon.

While they were chatting, they came to the mountain peak.

After crossing a corrugated shield, stepping on the broken gray stone road steps, we entered the seventh peak.

"Don't worry, Senior Meng Po here can't observe us secretly." Wu Lang said with a smile.

"Did you just look at us?" Liu Ping was surprised.

"I don't know, this senior shouldn't be that boring." Wu Lang pretended not to know.

Po Meng is just a sect weapon spirit who guards the mountain gate and is responsible for extradition. Although she is in charge of the rules of the entire sect, she does not have the right to peek into the interior of the main mountain peaks of the major halls.

She can't see here.

Of course, Wu Lang didn't intend to say anything bad behind his back. After all, in the Demon Sect, he had to look up to others.

Soon, Wu Lang found a dilapidated and empty courtyard of an inner disciple on the mountainside, and he moved in directly. He placed his follower Liu Ping in a nearby courtyard, and then began to clean up and tidy up the room and clean the courtyard.

Then I searched all the way and came to a flower bed and saw a small patch of flowers.

Wow.

The bright blood-red petals bloom slowly and automatically without wind.

The swaying branches are very charming and charming.

"Higanbana."

Wu Lang looked at it.

Po Meng tested herself to see if she had inherited the inheritance and whether she could raise Bianhua flowers.

After all, the rapid decline of Biganhua is a very difficult matter for the reconstruction of Huangquan Sect.

"I know how to grow the flowers of the other shore. In theory, I can get away with it. After all, in the mature period after players come in, novice players are growing flowers and moving bricks. It's not like this era, which is a closed inheritance." Wu Lang thought.

But the tricky thing is that the current version of the flower is very primitive and backward.

The self-raised version is a laboratory established by a group of biology players who are farming, and they have cross-breeded more than ten generations of Higanhua, which is very advanced, and has a variety of ghost animals.

The secret recipe for high-level cultivation was only available to everyone at that time, so it was a waste.

After all, the first task of a newcomer is to raise flowers and move bricks.

"I haven't learned the low-level ones. If I cultivate the high-level version of the ghost beast Bianhua, Po Meng will definitely feel something is wrong." Wu Lang felt a headache, which was a big deal.

Is it possible to say that you are talented and intelligent?

A big step forward?

As for the crazy heavy metal rock music Higanbana, how do you explain it?

In the next few hours, Wu Lang studied the Bianhua flowers, took care of the flower beds, loosened the soil, dug some trenches, and became a flower farmer.

Ignore the entire huge Seventh Peak for now. From now on, this yard and flower garden will be my home.

In any case, first of all, you need to have a base before you can think about how you can survive in this extremely dangerous world of magic.