The man in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 2 Mood Value

After 30 years of cultivation to the second floor of the Qi Refining Period, although I don't know the specific concept of the second floor of the Qi Refining Period, judging from his age of 14 and his lifespan of 15, Wu Dong's grave was a hundred feet high at that time.

"System, where is my way out?"

"Actually, I have already told the host earlier that the host needs to trigger other people's mood swings. I can collect energy from it, and then complete my own upgrade, and at the same time help the host improve."

"Can you still upgrade?"

"My upgrade is good for the host."

The system is a bit off-topic.

"Then what do I need to do to trigger other people's mood swings?"

"This requires the host to think for himself, I cannot make decisions for the host."

Jingle Jingle.

At this time, a bell rang.

"Is this... dinner?"

Wu Dong was shocked.

Then I found my stomach was flat and hungry!

Wu Dong is now in a small thatched hut with a simple wooden bed and an equally simple small table beside the bed.

Wu Dong easily found the lunch box on the small table.

Apart from the little straw mat that he was sitting on right now, there was almost nothing else in this little grass hut.

Wu Dong picked up the lunch box, followed the habit of his predecessor, and ran into a large courtyard behind.

Why run?
Because if you go late, although there is still food, the soup may be gone. Every ten days and a half months, there will be meat to eat from time to time. If you go late, you may not be able to eat meat.

Along the way, Wu Dong found many children running with lunch boxes like him.

They're all in their teens.

Soon we arrived at a large canteen located in a large yard. There was a row of kitchen rooms behind the yard, and a pigsty and a pigsty on the side against the inner courtyard wall, where some pigs were kept.

In the open space outside the pigsty, there are several rows of crude wooden tables.

Wu Dong and the others just surrounded themselves and ate at the edge of these big wooden tables, and they could enjoy the pigs moaning beside them while eating.

Although you can only eat standing up, but with its own orchestra, this configuration is also quite good.

Following the habit of his predecessor, Wu Dong cooks and eats, and then gathers with the other children to wash lunch boxes by the pool, and then returns to his own little grass hut in the front yard.

This is dinner.

When we got back to the cottage, the sky darkened.

There wasn't even an oil lamp in the house.

At this time, the predecessor usually sleeps, wakes up and sits up to practice, sleeps after practicing, wakes up in the morning and practices for the second time, then eats breakfast, and then is about to go to work.

There are two meals a day in the morning and evening, and there is no lunch.

Wu Dong didn't have any other ideas for the time being, so he followed suit.

Soon, three or five days passed.

Wu Dong began to get used to the daily life of his predecessor.

Small thatched huts, a large dining hall, and the mountains not far away.

Oh, by the way, there is also the pharmacy.

The mountain forest is where he goes to work. His task is to collect some medicinal herbs and bring them back to the master of the medicine hall.

Each delivery has a booklet for records.

A few days later, Wu Dong and some children gathered in a new place to teach and practice.

The adults in the lecture hall are responsible for explaining the qi refining formula to them and answering some doubts about their cultivation.

Once a month.

Lectures in the morning and rest in the afternoon.

This is also the only day that Wu Dong and the others don't have to work every month.

In the past, the previous habit was to hide in his own small room most of the time.

Of course Wu Dong couldn't do that.

He still has to figure out a way!
There are only 275 days left in his lifespan, and more than ten days have passed in this turmoil.

In the sect, Wu Dong had no choice but to go outside.

The place where they were was at the foot of a mountain, and a dozen miles away was a small town of considerable size.

On the day after work, many children from the sect would go to that small town to play in twos and threes or in groups.

The predecessor also went there several times with those children.

In fact, there is nothing to do in the town, most of the time they just watch the excitement, most of the things they can't afford, the few that can afford are some simple street snacks.

These children are not paid, but they still have monthly money.

Very few.

In the past, it was two or three copper plates a month.

However, in the case of no consumption, the predecessor has accumulated 46 copper plates in the past two years.

Wu Dong brought twenty copper coins, mixed among a group of children, and went to the town.

These children were not all familiar, they just went to the town together, so there was no problem for Wu Dong to mix among them.

Moreover, the journey of more than ten miles may seem far, but to them, it is really not that far. As far as the previous body is concerned, the journey back and forth to go to work to collect herbs every day is far more than ten miles.

When they arrived in the town, the large group of children dispersed separately, from one large group to several small groups.

And Wu Dong was alone.

You don't have to worry about being bullied as a child, because they all wear martial arts clothes with a bright logo of the Four Seas Gate on the front.

The Four Seas Gate still has a lot of momentum in this area.

There is a main street in the town, and two side streets on both sides. There are various shops on both sides of the street. Wu Dong first strolled from the main street.

Wang Ergou Shaobing stall.

Barley malt stew shop.

Knife scissors needlework shop.

A shoe repair stand.

Clothes stand.

hospital.

pharmacy.

There are also stalls selling fish, meat, and vegetables.

There are all kinds of stalls. By the way, there are fruit stalls that are most popular with children. Wu Dong saw many children from the sect gathered there.

A main street is almost gone, and there is a faint noise in front of it.

A large number of people gathered there.

There were old people, adults and children, and there, Wu Dong also saw many children from the sect.

He also squeezed through.

A lot of people formed a circle, and in the circle was an old man who was talking about ancient times. With his spitting and passionate speech, the crowd around him made various exclamations from time to time.

"System, are these mood swings?"

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Wu Dong's heart, and he asked like this.

"Yes, of course."

After standing there listening for a while and thinking silently for a while, Wu Dong got out of the crowd and went to a pen and paper shop he had seen on the street before.

Ten copper coins bought a pen.

Eight copper coins bought a stack of paper.

The paper is yellowish and of poor quality, it can only be regarded as straw paper, and the pen is only a pencil.

In fact, there were better quality paper and various fountain pens in the shop, but Wu Dong couldn't afford them or use them.

The money I brought today is enough to buy the minimum configuration of paper and pen!
There was no one in the pen and paper shop, but there was a long table by the wall, and there were even two small stools under the table.

"Shopkeeper, can I write with you?"

Wu Dong asked.

The boss is a fat man in his 40s. He looked at Wu Dong for a while, maybe Wu Dong bought something from him, maybe there was space in the store, Wu Dong was not in the way of anything, or Wu Dong was on his body. The Sihaimen clothes worked, anyway, he agreed to Wu Dong's request.

Pulling out the stool, spreading out the paper, Wu Dong quickly wrote on the paper with a pen.

Just now, he had already thought about what he wanted to write.

Three Kingdoms?

Journey to the West?
fairy tales?

neither.

Wu Dong chose The Legend of the White Snake.

In fact, Journey to the West is also good, but it is too long, and many things in it are a bit complicated, not as simple as The Legend of the White Snake.

It took almost an hour for Wu Dong to finish writing the previous story of The Legend of the White Snake, that is, the White Snake transformed into a man, subdued Xiaoqing, and then went down the mountain to meet Xu Xian, met on the broken bridge, and crossed the same boat together.

I used quite a few sheets of paper.

When Wu Dong was about to finish writing, the storekeeper finally became curious, took it and stood aside to read.

[Emotion value +7]

[Emotion value +5]

[Emotion value +13]

[Emotion value +48]

As he flipped through the pages, Wu Dong kept receiving prompts from the system in his mind.

"System, this is me, right?"

Originally, he was anxious and wondered if it could be done, but when he received such a reminder, Wu Dong couldn't help asking in surprise.

"Yes."

The system gave a simple and positive answer.

Wu Dong let go of the heart that had been hanging around.

"System, how much emotional value is high?"

After waiting for a while, Wu Dong asked again.

"[-] emotional points can be exchanged for a little sublimation value."

From the beginning to the end, the store provided Wu Dong with 288 emotional points.

"Young man, did you come up with this story?"

Holding the paper he had read, the shopkeeper asked Wu Dong with surprise and surprise.

Wu Dong nodded, then shook his head again: "I heard about it in other places before, and I thought about it a little bit."

"awesome!"

The shopkeeper gave a thumbs up.

"Shopkeeper, let me ask, the old gentleman who talks about ancient times on the street, when does he usually end?"

Wu Dong asked.

"Little young man, you want to..."

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up.

"Yes, as you think, I want to tell the old gentleman this story and let him tell it. Do you think he will accept it?"

"Your story is very novel, I've never heard of it before! I guess he might accept it, but he might not give you much money. He has quite a few stories of his own!"

The shopkeeper said, and then said: "The old gentleman doesn't have a certain time to end, it may be early or late, as he likes, but when it is over, he will go to the opposite side for dinner."

The shopkeeper pointed to the Dashang Food Shop diagonally across the street. It was considered a fairly formal and elegant restaurant on this street. Children like Sihaimen dare not go inside, at most when they pass the door , sneaking a look or two inside.

Wu Dong didn't go to the stall where the old gentleman talked about ancient times, but just waited at the store.

But the crowd on the street dispersed and dispersed, and it was getting dusk. Wu Dong also stood at the door of the shop and looked there several times, only to find that the old gentleman still hadn't finished.

Wu Dong couldn't wait any longer.

If it was later, he was worried that the way back might not be safe, and he didn't even know if he would go the wrong way.

"Shopkeeper, could you please do me a favor?"

Because of the emotional value before, Wu Dong knew that the store liked this story, so he had an idea in his heart.

That is to let the shopkeeper pass the story to the old gentleman.

Firstly, this shop owner is an adult, secondly, as the owner of the paper and pen shop, this shop can be regarded as a "top" person on the street, and thirdly, this shop probably has something to do with the old gentleman who talks about ancient times. It's normal to have an intersection with the paper and pen shop!
In this way, the possibility of success is even greater than if he contacts it himself.

Wu Dong was not asked to say anything, the store owner readily agreed to Wu Dong's request.

And, because of this, Wu Dong received the store's emotional value.

[Emotion value +66]

After bidding farewell to the store, and leaving the store, Wu Dong trotted a few steps on the street, catching up with a group of children returning to Four Seas Gate.

(End of this chapter)