Master System

Is your life so boring that only buns are left?

When Meng Cuo just finished this sentence, he felt very good.

He even immediately felt that his speaking art had risen to a level that ordinary people could not match, but it was a pity——Ying Nanhui's answer made him escape from this illusion in an instant.

Ying Nanhui said, "Where's the bun?"

How narrow must such a person's vision be?In such a beautiful world, do you only have a meat bun in your heart?

Meng Cuo's words just now should have been ignored.He squinted his eyes, put his legs down, and stacked them on the steps again, with a leisurely look, and lazily said: "I have already eaten buns, have you never eaten buns in your life? Talking about life with you, what are you talking about with me?"

"Talk about buns." Ying Nanhui is not tall, but his expression is very serious, as if he just said that, and Meng Cuo will give him buns the next moment.

Meng Cuo said to Alexander, he was speechless for a while, but he was still not reconciled: "I ask you, have you never eaten buns in your life?"

"I've eaten." Ying Nanhui replied seriously again, and nodded slightly.

Meng Cuo just wanted to laugh, "What kind of brain circuit are you so rare after eating steamed stuffed buns?" But before he could say anything, Ying Nan replied, "You just gave me one once."

"..."

The children in the tiankeng were all found from the backcountry. If you say it well, it is called selection, but if you say it badly, it is called arrest.

If this Bai Yumen was a famous and decent family, they would never use such a method to select candidates.

However, he has gone down a few times, and has inquired a little about some news. The city of Zhuyun is the world of mortals, but the surrounding three hundred miles of mountains are the world of practitioners.I heard that the entire Huifeng Continent is a realm of righteousness, and there are no evil heretics on the surface. It would be strange to say that there is a Baiyumen who is an evil heretic and exists openly on this Baiyu Mountain.

There is only one possibility: this Bai Yumen is an evil heretic in the guise of righteousness.

So looking at it now, these are the sufferers in the tiankeng below.

Meng Cuo is not a real Lei Feng, doing good deeds has no benefit, so it is difficult to drive him to do things.Therefore, it is in line with his philosophy that Meng makes mistakes and does not save people.What's more, it's not that he hasn't checked the formation, but there is nothing he can do.

The poor boy had never eaten meat buns, so Meng Cuo shook his head and smiled.

"Then how long have you been down here, how many people were there in the first place, how did you get in, why did you kill them, and why didn't they resist—you tell me, and I'll give you buns."

To lie to children, Meng Cuo didn't have buns at all.

It's just that Ying Nanhui believed it below, presumably because he was not deeply involved in the world, although his methods were ruthless, and he could even kill people, but he was less guarded against Meng Cuo.Or maybe, he thinks that Meng Cuo is no threat to him now.

"I've been down here for 45 days. At the beginning there were about 100 of them. A mysterious person caught us in..." Ying Nan said, and then glanced at the three people at the bottom of the pit except himself. There was no emotion in his eyes, and he said, "They saw that I had killed too many people, so they didn't dare to resist me. I made an agreement with them, kill one a day, whoever they kill today, and who they kill tomorrow. They are using the last time to miss their loved ones.”

"..."

For a moment, Meng Cuo felt that he was weak.

How can the little dolls these days be so troublesome?

killed too many people...

Meng Cuo also felt chills in his heart, and suddenly he didn't want to continue asking. Looking at the three squatting on the ground like a log, he also felt that it would be better for him not to talk to these three.Anyway, they will die, and it is useless to talk about it.That formation is not something that Meng Cuo can untie now...

He asked again: "Then do you know what's going on with Baiyumen? Um... just the mountain above, do you know what happened?"

"It looks like someone came in and killed them all."

Ying Nanhui didn't know about this matter either, he only said that he knew.

Meng Cuo frowned, "Alone?"

Ying Nanhui nodded, "Those who usually brought us food called him the devil, and then died."

Devil?Isn't this Baiyumen evil and crooked?It seems to be internal consumption.

Meng Cuo got a general understanding, and then began to ask Ying Nanhui about other things, but Ying Nanhui only had one sentence, which was used to deal with Meng Cuo: "Where is the bun?"

Having said all that, where is the bun?

Don't give me any sweets, but still want to continue asking?

Meng Cuo rubbed his middle finger on his right hand, a little embarrassing, but in a blink of an eye, he felt that it was time to test his foolishness. He took out a big pancake from the package and threw it down, and Ying Nanhui caught it.

There was a bit of doubt in his eyes, as if he felt that this was different from what he had known before.

Meng Cuo didn't blush, his heart didn't beat, he was very calm, and said: "This is a big bun, and it's also a bun. I just bought it today. You can taste it."

Flatbread is an ordinary flatbread mixed with shallots and fresh meat. It cannot be compared with the taste of steamed buns with a lot of stuffing, so Ying Nanhui will naturally feel it when eating it.But Meng mistakenly told him that this is the big bun——

"You are lying."

There are only three simple words, but they seem unreasonably sharp.

Meng Cuo felt that he had no integrity, but where could he find buns now?This is impossible.

At this time, Meng Cuo began to fool around: "What is a bun? Isn't it just a layer of skin on the outside and a ball of stuffing on the inside? Do you know what is a dough? Well, you know—then you eat it Is there any stuffing?"

Ying Nanhui nodded, then nodded again.

Holding the "big bun" and looking at Meng Cuo, he seemed to be a little dazed, and he still didn't know what Meng Cuo was going to say.

Meng Cuo then snapped his fingers, raised his eyebrows and said, "Then it's over? There are skins and stuffing, is there any difference between this and what you ate yesterday? Does this bun look bigger than yesterday's? So you The one I ate yesterday was called a small bun, and this one is a big bun—understand? You only told me to eat buns, but I don’t know whether you want to eat big buns or small buns. Are you right? I see you are down here, too. You look like you haven’t eaten for a long time, how can you dislike this and that?”

What he said came out like a cannonball.

On the system control panel, the experience progress bar belonging to the eloquence skill suddenly began to soar rapidly, and as Meng Cuo spoke more and more, it soared faster and faster.In a blink of an eye, the progress bar was full, so Meng Cuo realized that he had left the level of "squibs" and started to enter the level of "ordinary people".

Emma, ​​this moved Meng Cuo.

He had already spoken so dryly that Ying Nanhui was dumbfounded, but at this time, he didn't know where the strength came from, and his low tone rose again.

"There was a great man who taught us, who knows that every piece of Chinese food is hard work - how many hardworking people are struggling to live and die on the line of food and clothing? Think about the environment when you came here, did you have small buns to eat? Now it is just small The steamed stuffed bun has been replaced by a big steamed stuffed bun. Humans should know how to be content. Do you know what contentment is? That is, when you look at the big steamed stuffed bun in your hand, you should be grateful and feel that this is enough.”

But it should be Ying Nanhui who thinks enough is enough, and Meng Cuo hasn't said enough yet.

He has decided to start brainwashing Ying Nanhui.

"I had nothing to do with you at all. I happened to pass by Baiyumen yesterday, and then I found you. I even gave you steamed stuffed buns. This is my kindness to you."

At the beginning, Meng Cuo was just playing for fun, he was not as great as he said.

It's just that he was good at returning to the south after all, so now he said that, it was impeccable: "We met by chance, but it was fate to meet. I treated you to buns, and we have nothing to do with each other. It stands to reason that you You should repay me. However, I am willing to do good deeds, and I am willing to form a relationship with you. If you can eat the buns I gave you, it means that the fate between us has actually been established. Speaking of it, it is rare for our sect to have such a long history To a person as good as you..."

Meng Cuo finally started to get to the point...

For such a big circle, he worked really hard.

Meng Cuo was finally about to start acting aggressive, but he suddenly didn't speak, causing Ying Nanhui to keep looking at him.It's just that Meng Cuo still didn't speak, he was still silent and pretending to be aggressive.

Finally, with a mysterious smile on his face, Meng Cuo said: "You are tired from talking too much today, go rest, I will buy you steamed stuffed buns tomorrow."

Ying Nanhui wasn't a fool, he was just wary of people, but although Meng Cuo's appearance was abrupt, he seemed to have no bad intentions, and... somehow felt that what the other party said made sense.

Why does everyone want to give you buns?

For a while, Ying Nanhui felt a little ashamed. Looking at the back of Meng Cuo leaving with a package in his hand, he felt a mysterious touch in his heart.

Ah, what a glorious image.

——Meng Cuo felt like he was on a road of no return. Will he become Li Yang in another world?

Walking into the thatched cottage with his things in hand, Meng Cuo finally sat down to take a breath, and sat down to adjust his breath.

He looked at the condensing qi formula and said that it usually takes a month for ordinary people to induce qi into the body to sense the qi of heaven and earth, but he only used it for one day. Could it be that he is still a genius of comprehension?

I am going to continue practicing today to see the effect.

But the first things that need to be sorted out are the things that were picked up from the body of the guarding monk the day before yesterday, broken sword A, storage bag A, two jade slips, a token, and a yellow paper ghost drawing talisman.

Needless to say, this ghost painting on yellow paper seems interesting, but I missed it that day and didn't scan it.

He has already entered the threshold of the Qi training period. When he logged into the scanner this time, he reminded Meng Cuo to upgrade the system.

The scanner, duplicator, and database have all been upgraded, and the first two have all become level one, and some information that was previously hidden due to insufficient cultivation also appeared in the database.

Now that I have time, Meng Cuo took out the yellow paper talisman and scanned it. The integrity and authenticity are 100%, but the first-level scanner has no level compared to the previous one. The scanning time is significantly shortened and the effect is much better. .In this scan, 30.00% of the data was obtained.

This is a wind running talisman, as long as it is activated, it can float in mid-air lightly and very fast.

Cultivators in the Qi training period cannot fly, unless with the help of some special flying magic weapons and spells, monks in the foundation building period can control the wind or objects.And now, Meng Cuo has a flying charm in his hand!

Darling, this thing is a bit precious.

Now the data has not been scanned by Meng Cuo, and there is relevant information in the database, but it can't be retrieved now, so I am greedy.

Meng took the charm by mistake, looking like a financial fan, "Take it obediently, I'm going to see this storage bag now."

The storage bag was bulging, and it must have contained a lot of things. Meng Cuo entered the Qi training period, and he didn't know if he could open it.

He tried, trying to erase the imprint of divine consciousness based on the information introduced in the previous database, but found that he could not sense it at all.That is to say, the original owner's cultivation base is a bit higher than his, and now Meng has no choice but to take this thing by mistake.

Sighing, Meng Cuo packed up all his things and looked at the broken roof above.

This feeling of poverty...

It's so sour.

He can't do anything, so he can only practice.

The next morning I got up again and went to the foot of the mountain to do some shopping—if I always flicked Naying back to the south, something would always go wrong.If you win over this guy now, it will be easy to recruit disciples in the future, right?

However, he quietly went to check the formation again, but there was nothing he could do.

He didn't want to save people, but he was worried that Ying Nan would return...

After all, if this young man comes out and goes crazy, it will be miserable.

Meng Cuo has checked Ying Nanhui's cultivation base, and he has become an innate realm in the mortal world, which is considered very powerful.But Meng Cuo is now at the first level of Qi training. Although he doesn't know why he is so fast, he is still much better than Ying Nanhui.

Look at the formation just in case.

He gave Ying Nanhui food as usual, and then sat on the steps and talked to him every day.

Ying Nanhui was not used to it at first, but after listening too much, he began to ignore Meng Cuo.

Meng Cuo practiced his eloquence by himself, feeling the slow growth of the progress bar, secretly thinking that it would take a certain amount of effort to cultivate to the point of chatter.

In the past three days, he also quietly walked up the mountain for a while, searched the bodies of other dead bodies, and found some useless identity jade slips and ordinary medicines. The monks who died below seemed to be very poor.Meng Cuo suspected that the real war might still be at the mountain gate.

It's just that every time he walked halfway, he was hesitantly turned back. After observing for a few days, no one came down, so he confirmed that he was probably dead.

On this day, Meng Cuo still brought the steamed stuffed bun back, and when he reached the bottom of the tiankeng, he stopped.

As expected, the formation had opened at some point, and a dirty young man stood in front of the steps, looking at the place where Meng Cuo used to sit, motionless.

Meng Cuo raised his hand and threw a steamed bun to hit him on the back of the head, but walked over, stood on the steps, gnawed on the steamed bun and said, "I don't know you before, because of the fate of these few buns, if you don't pay me back the money for my steamed stuffed bun, Let me be your teacher."