Self-cultivation of cannon fodder through books

The dizziness is like a big aunt, and I get used to it after a while.

When Wang Ding opened his eyes, he saw the familiar little black room.

Immediately, Wangcai Machinery's polite voice sounded, "Mr. Wang, good afternoon, longtimenosee."

Wang Ding: "Your English physical education teacher taught it, right?"

"Just kidding." Wangcai asked politely, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"What can you do to help?" Wang Ding complained, "Anyway, you are useless except those messy medicines."

Wangcai: "You are right to criticize, but I can't change it."

"..." I haven't seen you for a few days, and Wangcai's mouth is getting more and more sharp. Thinking of the matter of Chinese Spring Festival and medicine, Wang Ding couldn't help but get angry, "You only have the function of selling medicine. But this function is also a decoration! Last time I got Hua Wuxin's love potion, why did the detoxification pill you give me work? You can explain it clearly to me, and if I don't know it, I will die with you."

"Mr. Wang, please don't be impulsive." Wang Cai calmed Wang Ding's emotions, "That Qudu pill can detoxify all poisons, but spring and medicine can't."

Wang Ding was angry, "Why not?"

"Spring medicine is not poison medicine."

"What else can it be if it's not poison or medicine?" Is it still a big health care?

Wangcai said: "This is a kind of auxiliary medicine, it does not belong to the Qudu pill, and the love medicine does not need antidote, as long as you do that kind of thing."

Wang Ding: "..."

Wangcai: "I heard you humans say that doing that kind of thing is the happiest thing, why not do it? If you are afraid of getting hurt, don't be afraid, the chrysanthemum spirit can solve all your worries."

"What's this called? If you've been hit with aphrodisiacs, why don't you just have a good time?" Wang Ding was furious, "What kind of bastard logic are you talking about?"

Wangcai said deeply: "It's like life, since you can't resist, just lie down and enjoy it."

Wang Ding: "Get lost!"

He knew that this unscrupulous system was slipping more and more into the abyss of the demon king, and if he talked to him again, he might be pissed off by it.He decisively stopped the conversation with Wangcai and directly checked the system completion.

The interface appeared, showing that his various values ​​had increased, including force value and life value.

Force value changed from B+ to A-

Health changed from normal to active

……

Dare to advance this?

Looking further down, the task completion degree: 20

Finally double digits!

Now that the schedule is moving, can we think this way: the leader and the leader should still be involved, and he can continue to work hard?

Thinking of this, Wang Ding finally had the fighting spirit, he still has [-] points left, and he can go home with [-] points left!

"I wish you good health and complete the task as soon as possible." The silent Wangcai spoke again.

"Hopefully."

Wang Ding was in a good mood at the moment, and even Wangcai, an annoying person, felt a little cute.

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The Demon Cult is far away from Mount Emei, one is in the north and the other is in the south. Even if they go fast, it will take ten days. If Nie Haoyang hadn't offered to lend them his "magic car" out of kindness, they might not be able to make it to this grand event.

Nie Haoyang knew that Wang Ding was going to accompany Bian Jiangling to the Emei School. Wang Ding took the initiative to report this matter. After all, the left and right protectors had left the sect, and their affairs needed to be rearranged, and it would take time.

Nie Haoyang generously agreed, "You guys go in my car, and you can go to the Emei faction for a maximum of three days."

Wang Ding understood why the real Guardian Zuo fell in love with Nie Haoyang crazily. This leader is deep and cool but considerate to his subordinates, coupled with his handsome appearance and high martial arts skills, he is a perfect male god.

"Guardian Zuo?" Seeing Wang Ding's sudden stupefaction, Nie Haoyang asked.

"My subordinates are here." Wang Ding came back to his senses, a little flattered, "Thank you, the leader, the leader is wise."

"Ah."

"..."

There is no way to answer this again, Master.

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Time flies, Wang Ding and Bian Jiangling set off five days before the martial arts conference. Their plan is to arrive two days in advance, to stay in Emei Town at the foot of Emei Mountain for one night to see the situation, and then go up the mountain one day in advance .

After more than ten days of crazy practice, Bian Jiangling's martial arts has really improved a lot. The two of them exchanged ideas. In the past, Wang Ding could defeat Wang Ding within a hundred moves. Today, Bian Jiangling can beat him with almost two hundred moves. Still holding on, this had to make Wang Ding amazed.

The power of love is really great!

"I think it's okay." Wang Ding withdrew his palm, "If Su Yuqing doesn't join, I'm very optimistic about you."

Bian Jiangling was in a good mood, "Thank you brother for your encouragement."

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"It's time for us to set off." Wang Ding took the burden from Hu Zi, and told them to watch their families and learn martial arts, and refrain from naughty fights.

Ergou was dissatisfied: "Master, why do you call me like a child?"

Wang Ding black line, "You are only thirteen, what is it if you are not a child?"

"We must be obedient, master, you can go down the mountain with You Protector at ease." Huzi is very sensible, and he will not lose his temper like Ergou, and has always been very well-behaved.

In the past, when he went down the mountain, the two dogs would cry and die, but this time, although he was upset, he didn't make much trouble. It seems that the child is lonely, and now he has a friend of the same age, so he is naturally happy.

Huzi looked at Ergou, so he felt relieved.

"Old Wang, let's go."

Bian Jiangling in the distance was greeting him, it was getting late, and there was no delay in the schedule.

Wang Ding patted the heads of the two half-year-old children, and set off under their reluctant eyes.

He caught up with Bian Jiangling, "Where's the sacred chariot of the leader?"

He had only seen the legendary chariot of the leader from afar but never sat in it.

Bian Jiangling pouted forward, "It's over there."

This cart looks no different from an ordinary carriage-if you ignore the wooden horse that pulls the cart, it is made of wood.

It’s just that this sacred carriage looks much more upscale than ordinary carriages, and it is still the black with gold style that Nie Haoyang loves. The entire carriage is black, and there are dark gold patterns painted on the carriage and roof, which is low-key and luxurious.

"It doesn't look too strange..." Wang Ding walked close to the divine chariot to observe it, and muttered to himself.

"If you haven't ridden before, you don't understand..." Bian Jiangling teased, "I don't blame you, you used to cling to the leader like a ghost, why would he let you ride in his favorite car?"

Wang Ding: "..."

Is it interesting to dig people's wounds?ah?

He didn't bother to talk to Bian Jiangling, and got into the car by himself. As for how to drive, that was Bian Jiangling's business.

Compared with Xuanyingmen's dilapidated carriage, the interior of these two carriages is more comfortable, with ample space, no problem for about seven or eight people.The left and right rows of seats are covered with thick cushions, and the main seat belonging to Nie Haoyang is covered with tiger skin, which is all kinds of cool.

Wang Ding wanted to sit on the tiger leather chair to enjoy himself, but he stopped and sat on the side bench.

It's better not to worry about the seat that doesn't belong to him.

Bian Jiangling didn't know how to operate the front of the car, only heard a roar similar to an engine, and then the carriage started to move.

Wang Ding was stunned, this is ancient times, the engine has already appeared?

What is the fuel?Can it last for three days?

Isn't this just like a modern car?

But what surprised him even more was that Bian Jiangling actually opened the door curtain and sat in.

The author has something to say: Little Theater

A cute host: I have a few more chapters that are not online, what's your situation as the author?

A leader: the author did a good job, add chicken legs

Wang Ding: Crooked, yaoyaoling, the two upstairs are sick, please take them away