Actually, it was the same as Immortal Fairy Bie Xue.
Ever since he came in contact with the (Heavenly Tribulation Recipe), Song Shuhang's outlook on life had opened a new door.
Now, whenever he came in contact with some strange things, he couldn't help but think about whether they were delicious or not. If even the heavenly tribulation could be eaten, why couldn't evil spirits be eaten?
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After sending off Broken Tyrant, Song Shuhang quietly returned to the dormitory from the balcony and comfortably lay on the bed to rest.
"Bang!" At this time, the headless Lady Onion suddenly jumped up from the bed and kicked Song Shuhang's big face with her slender foot.
Song Shuhang glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and remained indifferent.
Sometimes, being indifferent was the most hurtful.
Lady Onion kicked Song Shuhang's face with all her might. Then … she squatted down in pain and cried out in pain.
Whether it was physically or psychologically, Lady Onion was hurt.
Song Shuhang asked, [Why did you suddenly take it so hard? Did you want to kick my face?]
Lady Onion waved her small fist, and said, "Where did you send my green onion sprout?"
[Eh? You found it?] Song Shuhang was slightly taken aback. He had avoided Lady Onion!
"It was Dye Zhenzhen who told me." Lady Onion was so angry that she kicked Song Shuhang's face again. She didn't dare to use too much strength, as the backlash would hurt her instead.
"..." Song Shuhang.
That guy № Hamster...
One day, he would pierce its heart.
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Due to the accident that had occurred near Jiangnan University, his three friends stayed in the dormitory tonight, playing games and chatting.
This long-awaited scene of ordinary chatting made Song Shuhang feel relaxed both physically and mentally.
At 10 PM.
The monster willow Qing Wu appeared and waved at Song Shuhang from the balcony.
After sensing her presence, Song Shuhang excused himself and went to the balcony to open the window.
[What's wrong? Did evil spirits appear?] Song Shuhang asked softly.
Qing Wu shook the branch, and said, "No, evil spirits didn't appear. But it's already ten o 'clock. It's time for Gao Mou and the rest to sleep. "
Song Shuhang: "???"
He looked at the time.
Ten o'clock sharp.
That's right, it was ten o 'clock, the time when he and his roommates were the most awake and excited.
What a strict timetable!
"Sleeping early and getting up early is good for your health." The tree monster Qing Wu reminded him. In addition, every time this time came, it was also the time for her to absorb the moonlight essence.
Therefore, every ten o 'clock, she would release a special fragrance to let her three roommates sleep early.
Song Shuhang turned to look at his three roommates. "…"
Early to bed and early to rise is good for health.
"Go ahead." Song Shuhang nodded.
Thus, Qing Wu quietly entered the house and began to release the fragrance.
"Eh? Is it this time again? "Gao Mou scratched his head, feeling sleepy.
In the past two months, the three of them had developed a good habit — every ten o 'clock, they would involuntarily feel sleepy. The quality of his sleep was excellent.
Not long after, the three friends finished what they were doing.
They closed the game, saved the program, saved the script, yawned, washed up, and went to sleep.
The monster tree Qing Wu waved her branches at Song Shuhang with satisfaction, and then quietly left.
Song Shuhang returned to the dormitory and looked at the head of his bed — the headless Lady Onion had also fallen asleep.
The dormitory immediately quieted down.
Song Shuhang felt a little uncomfortable.
After a while, he got up and went to the side of Gao Mou's bed, stretching out his hand and gently touching Gao Mou's head.
He didn't have a hobby of touching other people's heads.
The reason he did this was because there was an important matter that he needed to verify.
After touching for a long time …
"Heavens, this won't do. I have no idea how to verify it." The Seventh Stage Venerable Song sighed.
As a Seventh Stage Venerable, he didn't even know such a small thing.
"There's no other way. I'll have to use a big move." Song Shuhang opened the fingertips of the glove on his right hand, revealing his fingertips.
The secret appraisal technique was activated.
The price had been paid.
The price of appraising Gao Mou was really insignificant. A small scratch appeared on Song Shuhang's finger … the kind that didn't even break the skin.
This meant that Gao Mou was only worth this much.
At the same time, the result of the appraisal was sent back to his mind.
[Gao Mou, male, student of Jiangnan University, not a virgin. Cultivation aptitude: weak. Note 1: He has already missed the golden age for cultivation. His primordial yang has already leaked, and his cultivation aptitude is weak. Note 2: Unless he defies the heavens and changes his fate, it will be difficult for him to break through the First Stage Realm.]
"…" Song Shuhang.
In other words, even if Gao Mou was given a top-notch cultivation technique and resources, he would at most reach the First Stage Realm. The path of cultivation was very ruthless in this regard.
As for defying the heavens and changing one's fate, even Immortals couldn't do it. Unless … the Wielder of the Will intervened! It was just like how Senior White Two used the power of the Heavenly Dao to draw the 'Jin Dan Dragon Tattoo' for him.
However, with the current Heavenly Dao, it would be good enough if it didn't kill a little squirrel like him. How could it change the fate of his friend?
Song Shuhang withdrew his hand and went to Tubo and Li Yangde's side, using the secret appraisal technique to examine their aptitudes.
[Lin Tubo, male, student of Jiangnan University, not a virgin. Cultivation aptitude: weak. Note: same as above.]
"…" Song Shuhang.
Tubo was actually even worse off than Gao Mou. His cultivation aptitude was' weak '.
[Li Yangde, male, student of Jiangnan University, not a virgin. Cultivation aptitude: weak. Note: same as above.]
"…" Song Shuhang.
There were three roommates in a dormitory, and that was poor, weak, and weak.
If there was another 'strong', wouldn't the 'weak' cultivation aptitude be all taken up?
Weak, weak, weak.
When he repeatedly thought about this word, Song Shuhang suddenly realized that he didn't recognize this word.
"What are you doing?" The Stone Tablet Fellow asked.
"I'm testing the cultivation aptitude of my roommates. Although they've missed the golden age for cultivation, I still hope that they have cultivation aptitude. Then, I can guide them. After all, I'm more or less a Venerable now. "Song Shuhang sighed and said," But, I can't guide them. "
Unless he had the power of the Heavenly Dao and changed their fate for them … or even for his parents and the people he valued.
At this stage, he was powerless.
"They've missed the golden age for cultivation, and there's no possibility for them to cultivate. I've seen so many cultivators since ancient times, and those who really became great started cultivating when they were young. They only started cultivating when they were adults, so it's just a dream if they want to achieve anything, "the Stone Tablet Fellow said.
"…" Song Shuhang.
"No. Stone Monument and No. Tyrannical Song only started practicing this year." The demonic hamster's voice sounded, and its voice was full of fatigue — it wasn't the physical body that was tired, but the mind.
"!!!" Stone Tablet Fellow.
"Senior White reminded me before that I should have time to arrange things in the main world. I thought it would be easy … "As Song Shuhang said this, he opened the Nine Provinces Number One Group and contacted Senior Huangshan.
Senior Huangshan replied, "Shuhang, what's the matter?"
Song Shuhang: "Senior Huangshan, I want to borrow a batch of 'sub-accounts' from you. About 30 will do."
He was going to use these 30 or so accounts to create three groups.
Then, he would pull his three roommates into the group …
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