The emperor who covers the sky spares his life

Chapter 5
Negative sentiment from Liu Pinggui, +60.

And that impatient big man is called Liu Pinggui. It seems that not only fear can produce negative emotions, but it can also make people uncomfortable.

In this way, it will be easy to handle, and it will make people uncomfortable, and he is best at it.

Gu Xiaofan nodded at Liu Pinggui, and stammered: "Yes, yes, yes, that's right, it's the soil... bandits, their wives are too...too bad..."

Then, he looked at the income records: Negative emotions from Liu Pinggui, +80, Yang Wei, +30.

"Little...Brother Xiaofan, please stop talking, okay, I'm about to be suffocated by you...I'm suffocating to death," Liu Pinggui stammered.

Gu Xiaofan started to imitate the bandit boss: "Who is so and so... who told you to learn to learn...to imitate my speech, no no no no no morals no no no no no self-cultivation, no no no no no self-cultivation ..."

"Negative emotions from Liu Pinggui +170, Yang Wei +30, Ma Dayun +60..."

"Okay, okay, I'm not self-cultivated." Liu Pinggui stood up angrily: "Listen to you a few more words, I will be suffocated to death by you."

After saying this, Liu Pinggui pushed the door angrily and walked out.

"He he he... How could he be like this, I, I, I... I didn't do it for a reason... on purpose," Gu Xiaofan said with a grievance on his face.

"Negative emotions from Liu Pinggui +200, Yang Wei +30, Ma Dayun +100..."

"Please stop talking," Liu Pinggui yelled outside, and then walked away.

"I, I, I... I really didn't mean it...on purpose, he...his temper wife...too bad," Gu Xiaofan said while looking at other people.

"Negative emotions from Yang Wei +30, Ma Dayun +150, Song Gangmeng +80..."

Except for Han Boda, everyone in this room could hardly stand it anymore.

Listening to Gu Xiaofan's words, it's really uncomfortable, I feel like I'm always holding my breath in my chest, tormenting people to death.

"Everyone, everyone... Big brothers..."

This time, Gu Xiaofan hadn't finished speaking, and after seven or eight people contributed a sum of negative emotions, they slipped away in the name of urine escape.

There were only three people left in the room, Gu Xiaofan, Han Boda, and another person.

Gu Xiaofan stammered again, wanting to see what the other person's name was.

"Negative sentiment from Yang Wei +30."

Gu Xiaofan looked through the income records, and was surprised to find that this guy named Yang Wei was really strong.

Other people's negative emotions are gradually increasing, but he has always been 30, very stable, as stable as a rock.

"Two two two... two big brothers, you you... you two are good people, no no no... unlike them, ma'am...too careless," Gu Xiaofan said angrily.

"Negative sentiment from Yang Wei +30."

Yang Wei glanced at Gu Xiaofan, left silently without saying a word.

But Han Boda chuckled and fell asleep.

Gu Xiaofan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, such a way of speaking, not to mention others, even himself was almost suffocated to death.

However, holding back is holding back, but it is really effective. In just such a short while, it actually gained Xiao Sanqian's negative emotions.

It seems that this method is worth popularizing among the masses of mining sources, and it has to be vigorously promoted.

In the next half month, the 60 people in the mine where Gu Xiaofan worked experienced the fear of being dominated by stuttering and talking.

That kind of heaviness, that kind of depression, that kind of depression, so that when they see Gu Xiaofan, they will continuously contribute negative emotions.

As for Gu Xiaofan, he had mixed joys and sorrows. The joy was that in just half a month, he had accumulated more than 6 negative emotions.

The worry is that he has already shown signs of stuttering, if he continues like this, he will definitely be on the road of stuttering and never look back.

"Sixty bottles of Baicaoye should be enough," Gu Xiaofan stopped in time, not wanting to stutter himself.

A few days later, it was another rest day, and he went down the mine alone while no one was paying attention.

There is a waste road in the mine, because there is no source, few people will come here.

For Gu Xiaofan, this waste road is indeed an excellent place to open up a sea of ​​suffering.

After drinking twenty bottles of Baicao liquid in one breath, Gu Xiaofan felt the energy in his blood boil, sat cross-legged, and began to operate the mysterious method in the Taoist scriptures, hitting the sea of ​​bitterness.

The wheel of life rotates rapidly, and the divine power inside gushes out, knocking off the sea of ​​bitterness.

After a quarter of an hour, Gu Xiaofan opened his eyes and muttered to himself: "No, it's not enough!"

Just like fighting beer on the wine table, bottle after bottle is poured into the belly.

If Yaoguang's disciples saw this scene, their jaws would probably drop in shock.

A disciple who has just started cultivating can die from pain after drinking two or three bottles.

But like Gu Xiaofan, in just half an hour, he killed sixty bottles of Baicaoye, it was like committing suicide.

At this moment, Gu Xiaofan's whole body was hot, and he began to sweat violently, and there was a tearing pain in his navel.

He gritted his teeth, and as soon as he used the profound method, a rumbling thunder erupted from the Sea of ​​​​Bitterness.

His sea of ​​bitterness instantly turned into a sea of ​​thunder and lightning, the lightning flashed, the thunder surged, and the purple glow burst out, extremely blazing, dyeing the ruined dao purple.

Hearing the thunder that could almost pierce the eardrums in the sea of ​​bitterness, he still sat there cross-legged, silently revolving the Dao scriptures, letting the waves of thunder roar to the sky, and the purple lightning danced.

After a full hour, the thunder gradually weakened, but it did not dissipate.

"My sea of ​​suffering seems to be different from what Master said..."

Gu Xiaofan frowned, the sea of ​​suffering of ordinary monks was lifeless, without any fluctuations.

But his sea of ​​bitterness is lightning and thunderous, with purple awns, more like a sea of ​​thunder.

"Forget it, I'll ask him when I have a dream about my master, but it seems that I haven't dreamed about him for a long time."

Gu Xiaofan began to suspect that his cheap master thought he was too stupid to run away.

However, it doesn't matter even if you run away, the beginning chapter of the Taoist scriptures is enough to complete the cultivation of the Lunhai Secret Realm.

As for the secret realm of the Dao Palace, there are so many exercises in the world, and one can always find a suitable one.

Opening up the sea of ​​suffering, Gu Xiaofan has passed the threshold and became a real monk.

He was in a good mood, and when he clicked on the income record of negative emotions, he found that those who had been dominated by him were still continuously contributing to his great cause of cultivation.

"Why are those people so small-minded, especially that Liu Pinggui, I haven't held him back for a long time, why does he still have resentment now, how much grudge does this person have..."

Gu Xiaofan walked out of the ruined road and returned to the well. When everyone saw him, they scattered in all directions as if they had seen a ghost.

"Forehead……"

Gu Xiaofan was a little speechless, he planned to wash his hands in the golden basin, why are these people still like this?
In the final analysis, it is still the same sentence, the folk customs here are not simple!

In the next month, Gu Xiaofan's cheap master still didn't show up, and he could only dig the source and cultivate at the same time.

Because of the stuttering incident, almost everyone was unwilling to share a mine with him, so it was convenient for him.

One day, he dug the source as usual, and after smashing down a few boulders, Kuhai seemed to sense something, and even made a cheerful thunder.

(End of this chapter)