Po Meng was still feeding soup. She looked at the wandering souls with a calm expression. She just muttered: "This guy is full of nonsense and wants to lead the new junior brother into mischief."
After the two of them came down the mountain, she basically heard their parting conversation.
The nine lives described in this dialogue can be considered very exciting.
But Po Meng pays more attention to practicality.
On the contrary, I am more concerned about the destiny described in it [Ninth Generation Social Animal]. Does it actually have such a powerful and special characteristic?
She had never understood what the word "social animal" meant before, and was quite curious.
After all, this kind of destiny has never appeared before. It is simply a destiny that people who do not belong to this world can develop in this kind of environment. They come from a "different world". It can be said that one person is nourished by the soil and water.
But now, she understands the meaning of social animals.
Social animals.
Does it turn out to mean a sage who works hard and is selfless!?
"I'm afraid it's a mutated fate of a sage." Po Meng thought about it, feeling that the doubts in her heart were revealed, and she actually felt a bit hearty:
Such meaning!!
"It turns out to be a mutation." She suddenly realized.
With the rapid changes in the history of mortal nations, many martyrs, heroes, sages, and kings passed by on this road to hell. Over the course of thousands of years, she had already seen too many unparalleled heroes.
This is the first such variation in the fate of a sage.
"Combining his life and hundreds of fields, it seems consistent." Po Meng lowered her eyelids, her expression looked extremely dull, and she no longer thought deeply about it. She obviously accepted Wu Lang's forced explanation.
but.
Reading hundreds of volumes, can’t we save this troubled world?
Po Meng suddenly murmured to herself and remembered the contents of her diary:
"I have a dream..."
"I hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal!"
She then shook her head and laughed.
Suddenly, I felt that this brave and resourceful young man was very interesting, and my heart seemed to be touched a little. Even though I was already too old, I was still a little moved by the scene.
But after all, she was the decisive and scheming Po Meng. She just felt surprised for a few seconds and then resumed feeding soup to the wandering souls on the road.
It was as if nothing had happened.
It's time for her to continue to let people drink medicine and cut her waist.
"Drink the soup, dust to dust, dust to dust." She smiled sinisterly, and with her old and withered black hands handed a bowl of bubbling turbid soup to the wandering soul in front of her, and sighed:
"Everyone, let's put the past behind us."
"What's the road on the Naihe bridge? Don't cross the Wangchuan River between right and wrong."
...
...
At this time, not to mention Po Meng who was feeding soup at the gate of Huangquan Sect, Xing Hanhan could only retreat secretly after talking about dreams and Taoism with his junior brother.
After all, she couldn't afford to offend Po Meng, so she could only swallow her anger.
After watching her junior brother return to the seventh peak, she ran back to the fifth peak with her apprentice dejectedly.
She was also secretly glad.
This time, Mrs. Meng didn't directly trouble her. That muffled warning was the end of the matter, and she didn't even show up now.
"It really scared me to death."
She whispered: "This double-standard old witch has been peeping secretly. She is so perverted. This person must have voyeurism."
Tap tap tap.
Follow the bluestone steps up the mountain step by step and return to the mountainside of the fifth peak.
She watched the newly recruited Yincha disciples passing by salute her one by one, and just nodded slightly, before taking Li Qingrou back to the courtyard.
"Junior brother is such a good person, I have to help him find a good green destiny!"
She thought about it for a moment, but still felt that the conversation she just had was still unfinished.
ah!
She suddenly called out and said loudly: "Disciple, as long as I think about the gesture and words of my junior brother just now, my thoughts are still a little hard to calm down! I am indeed a good person with a strong sense of empathy!"
Li Qingrou's face was still cold, as if she was deaf and didn't hear at all, and she followed behind silently.
She suddenly said: "Goudan, bring me the ring I hid deep in the secret compartment."
"Master, is it possible that you do?" Li Qingrou was a little stunned.
Those are some treasures collected by Master.
Especially that thing among them was prepared for her.
"Yes, I want to give that thing to my junior brother, I think it's quite suitable." Xing Hanhan said.
"But..." Li Qingrou was silent, "But, I found that destiny. I took a lot of risks...it was an opportunity that I encountered."
Xing Hanhan glanced at her and said earnestly: "My good disciple! Although that fate is reserved for you to build your natal weapon, now, it is obvious that junior brother needs this thing more. If your cultivation is higher than him, you can't
Will you give way to your junior uncle?"
The natal weapon that Li Qingrou wants to build.
It is a weaker little life wheel.
The small life wheel can only be owned by the acting peak master and the peak master.
The natal weapon is a weapon forged by a single destiny, and it is also extremely powerful. It is a welfare for the core disciples of the inner sect.
If in the future, the inner disciple's level increases, she can combine the natal weapon with five more horoscopes to create a small life wheel. This weapon can be said to be crucial to her!
"Besides, people like your uncle who have dreams and ambitions should help and support you." Xing Hanhan said: "With this, your uncle's road should be much easier, although your road has become difficult.
, don’t worry.”
"Hard work is the most important thing!"
The green destiny she wants to give is not ordinary.
The rare and powerful degree of some fates cannot be represented by these levels of white, green, and purple.
Just like the calculation-like fortune-telling that Wu Lang was looking for before, there is no one on the second or third floor. He can only find a white one on the first floor. This type of fortune-telling is more powerful than the ordinary purple fortune-telling, even white.
Some of the green disciples are rushing to get it!
After all, as long as you get the white destiny, you can still upgrade it to the purple level.
But if you can’t get it, you don’t have it anymore.
Therefore, rare fortunes are not so easy to find, and even some mutated white ones have the potential to be more terrifying than purple fortunes when they are improved.
"Listen to Master."
"Uncle Junior does need this more than I do."
Li Qingrou's expression remained calm and she quickly took the things back.
Xing Hanhan took the ring and planned to find some good green fortunes for his junior brother, "Consider it an investment to help junior brother's dreams and hopes!"
"After all, making friends with the Seventh Peak will be of great benefit to us. I feel that my junior brother is worth it as a teacher."
"What Master said is that I admire my junior uncle very much." Li Qingrou's expression was still cold and elegant, as if she didn't care, no different from usual.
...
...
at this time.
Wu Lang got rid of the senior sister who was particularly talkative today, finally returned to the seventh peak, and breathed a sigh of relief.
He checked the favorability score.
Xing Hanhan’s favorability +3
+3
...
Li Goudan’s favorability +3
+3
...
Po Meng’s favorability +3
...
Wu Lang looked around and felt that he was used to it. It could be said that he had figured out the rules and his development was going smoothly these days.
It is his habit to look at the friends column regularly. After all, this is his real trump card, and his good intentions and ill intentions are fully exposed.
Obviously, Mrs. Meng is peeking again, but it is normal for her favorability to increase less. After all, it is harder to increase her favorability as you go forward.
He carefully observed the NPC friend column.
Xing Hanhan favorability: 24
Li Goudan favorability: 27
This senior sister finally broke the 20-point mark. If this continued, Wu Lang felt that everything was stable and everything was going smoothly.
But the next second, Wu Lang's expression froze.
Ding!
Li Goudan's favorability -1
?
"What is this for?" Wu Huahua explained.
Why did she suddenly drop a little?
baffling.
He scratched his head, he really couldn't figure it out, and when he calmed down, he felt it didn't matter anymore. After all, it was just a little bit, and it wasn't a big deal.
An hour passed before Wu Lang started cultivating Bana flowers today.
Li Goudan's favorability -1
Wu Lang suddenly became confused.
What on earth did I do that made her hate me for a whole hour?
He finished his daily work of observing the flowers on the other side, and walked out of the farmland hard, intending to change clothes.
Ding!
Li Goudan's favorability -1
Are you done?
Wu Lang became a little nervous, changed his clothes, and continued to practice.
He is not the kind of irritable person. As a professional elite, he has been in the society for many years and has become very calm.
Ding!
Li Goudan's favorability -1
"Again?" Wu Lang looked calm, as if he was used to it, and just raised his eyebrows.
Another hour passed in silence.
Ding!
Li Goudan's favorability -1
As a result, a full thirteen hours passed, and in the middle of the night, the phone was still "dinging" steadily every hour or so.
are you crazy.
Wu Lang couldn't bear it anymore.
You are still preventing people from sleeping. How can you be so persistent? You have tormented me for so long without even taking a break.
Listening to the tinkling sound, he began to lose energy while sleeping. It was as if there was a death-like breath blowing in his ear while he was sleeping, and he said in a sinister voice: Uncle Master, you are already dead.
, take your time, wait for me to rise, wait for my crooked mouth to kill you!
Because I have an apprentice.
He always felt that this was the feeling of another Liu Ping.
After all, this person is also very tolerant. Who knows what level of cultivation she has now and when she will be able to sneak attack on her master.
"Is she taking a step back and getting angrier? Is she becoming more and more frustrated? Is she hating me more and more?"
Wu Lang finally understood. He didn't know why he accidentally offended this person.
He couldn't stand it anymore.
I thought I was cultivating immortality, but I didn’t know it was a curse movie like a ghost movie, and I was “cursed to death” through the air like crazy.
"How did she do it? After we broke up, she thought about me every hour, every minute and every second!"
Wu Lang's scalp began to feel numb, as if he was seeing a demon, "She looks cold, but who knew that she was so hot inside, and she was the type who never thought about food and drink, and persevered."