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 crudely made three-meter mechanical head core, a palm-sized doll girl model. 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 a 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 his 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 and linked together. Let's wait for him to continue practicing... I will let Houtu chip use Liu Ping's skills to officially
Help me deduce my destiny skills."
Computing power is naturally Houtu’s strength.
This is the strongest tool man, equivalent to a super genius monster who serves him 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. In the future world of immortality, you will definitely be famous all over the world. 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. He sat on the chair with a calm face, quite a master's demeanor, and said with a smile: "Good disciple, you won't be far away. The rules of the 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 stopped talking.
"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 on the mountain. I'm practicing the exercises and it's a bit boring... Even if it's dangerous, I want to go down the mountain for a walk! Let's see how my wife is doing now..."
He was afraid that the master would misunderstand him, so he quickly added: "Of course, I am not nostalgic for the past, my 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,
It’s not the same world as a mortal like her.”
Wu Lang's expression suddenly became strange.
Gan.
Why are there such people?
People are sick and have three thousand illnesses, but nothing can be cured except by licking a dog.
My eldest disciple, you can’t bear the loneliness so quickly?
Wu Lang looked at his shy, reserved and honest face that was hesitant to speak... 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, but just said: "Master! I am trying hard 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.
In his first period of practice, when the Dragon King returned, he twisted his lips and actually wanted to choose the "Pan Jinlian" who poisoned his lover?
He wants to cut off the front edge and choose a new life?
But it's 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. Having a place to work can make you forget about work. Staying in this mountain for so long is indeed boring.
"The skills I taught you really require practicing 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 will come. I hope you will not disappoint my expectations and cut off the bad ties in the past, so as to break free 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 a determined look in his eyes.
His demeanor is indeed different, there is a sense of new life, instead of the humble and honest man with a please-pleaser personality.
"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 rhizomes 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 ingredients.
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 of the other side 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 while, thought carefully, and decided to be more clumsy and continue to deduct the ingredients for the formula. "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.
It's the most annoying thing to pretend!
You brought out such a high-level flower for no reason, far beyond this civilized era, because you thought you didn't die fast enough?
Wu Lang's character has always been very 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 concentrated his energy, picked up the pen, and wrote the first line.
