Chapter 10 Diary
It was sunny on May 30, 2562 in the Xianli calendar.
Life remaining, two months.
It’s the thirtieth day since I traveled to the world of cultivating immortals. I’m in a good mood today. The robe was successfully sold. I’d like to thank the middle-aged casual cultivator who bought my robe. The way he paid the money so casually is something I’ll never forget. .
Without him, I wouldn’t be able to pay this month’s rent, I would be kicked out of my home, or there would be even more unacceptable consequences.
Special thanks to Zhang Li. If Daoyou Zhang hadn't been so generous and lent me money... Daoyou Zhang was my savior. I would repay him well if I had the chance.
Daoyou Zhang’s identity... Well, I have never discriminated against her identity. Whether in the past or present, I have never discriminated against people in her industry.
I have always been a law-abiding person, no matter where in the world I am.
Here I solemnly declare that in this life, even in the next life, I, Wu Tao, will fight for my life through gambling and drug abuse.
Hmm... if I have a chance to repay Daoyou Zhang... for her, the best way to repay her is to take care of her business, right?
A simple plan for the next month's main work is to refine the robes and purchase evil-destroying talismans. First, remove the evil energy from the body. Otherwise, everything you say will be in vain.
With the profession of weapon refiner, I can already refine the first-level and second-level blast robe, and I have great hope.
Just record it here...it is written in the past life. No one will recognize it, so there is no need to worry about what will happen if someone sees it.
One more thing,
Manager Wang from the Qingling Sect mine still owes me twenty yuan of low-grade spiritual stones. Don’t forget it!
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It was sunny on June 3, 2562 in the Xianli calendar.
The remaining life span is one month and twenty-seven days.
After two days of rest, I adjusted my state to the peak... Hey, a person possessed by evil, how can he reach the peak...
Daoist friend Zhang did not receive guests last night, he was a robe refiner. Good times.
The robe was successfully refined, thank myself and fellow Daoist Zhang.
Fourteen more low-grade spiritual stones were added to the account, which was a pleasure.
The day to rid the body of the evil spirit is getting closer and closer...
Steward Wang of the Qingling Sect mine still owes me twenty pieces of low-grade spiritual stones, don’t forget it!
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It was a rainy day on June 4, 2562 in the Immortal Calendar.
The remaining life span is one month and twenty-six days.
Damn it, the refining of the robe failed, I’m not in the mood.
Don’t blame Daoyou Zhang, after all, Daoyou Zhang also needs to eat.
Guanshi Wang, I’ll fuck your grandma!
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It was a rainy day on June 5, 2562 in the Xian calendar.
The remaining life span is one month and twenty-five days.
It’s another rainy day. I get inexplicably irritated when it rains. Maybe it will rain throughout June.
Hu Ge, please stop singing!
I didn’t have an umbrella, so I borrowed one from Zhang Li next door.
Go to the market to set up a stall.
I had a very expensive lunch in the morning, a broken spiritual stone.
If I can’t sell the robes tomorrow, I will sell boxed lunches, which will be better and cheaper than yours. It will make you miserable.
There are 50 broken spiritual stones left on his body.
Manager Wang from the Qingling Sect mine still owes me twenty pieces of low-grade spiritual stones. Don’t forget it!
Guanshi Wang, fuck your grandma!
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In the year 2562 of the Immortal Calendar, it was June 6, a rainy day.
Life remaining, one month and twenty-four days.
Set up a stall.
Stop being lonely.
Damn it.
The food sellers in the market are a scam.
Guanshi Wang, I’m going to fuck your grandma!
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It was a rainy day on June 7, 2562 in the Xian calendar.
The remaining life span is one month and twenty-three days.
I only have nineteen broken spiritual stones on me, which is not enough to pay the stall fee.
I had no choice but to borrow a low-grade spiritual stone from Zhang Li. Daoyou Zhang suspected that I was gambling. I had just declared a few days ago that I was sworn in with gambling and drug addiction. How could I gamble? I immediately swore a solemn oath. , if I gamble, I will not live forever.
Zhang Li was shocked when she saw that I was swearing on my path, and quickly took a hundred broken spiritual stones and gave them to me.
Hey, Zhang Li’s favor is hard to return.
Guanshi Wang, I’m going to fuck your grandma!
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In the year 2562 of the Immortal Calendar, it was June 8, a rainy day.
Life span remaining: one month and twenty-two days.
Stop saying anything, Manager Wang, I will fuck your grandma!
Start selling lunch boxes tomorrow.
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It was cloudy on June 9, 2562 in the Xianli calendar.
Life span remaining: one month and twenty-one days.
Finally it stopped raining.
Those who sell lunch boxes, I told you that I would kill you.
Here I come.
Please accept my sanction, lunchbox monsters!
After selling the box lunch for a day, the purchase cost of the ingredients was twenty spirit stones. After all the goods were sold, a total of fifteen spirit stones were gained and five were lost. It seems that since my conscience has not been eaten by dogs, I should not be able to make any money.
Guanshi Wang, I’m going to fuck your grandma!
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It was a sunny day on June 10, 2562 in the Xianli calendar.
Life span remaining, one month and twenty days.
Set up a stall.
Hahaha, finally sold.
Although it was still sold for only fourteen low-grade spiritual stones on the grounds that it did not have a certificate certified by the Wuquan Mountain Refining Hall, it was finally sold.
It’s not easy.
I must get the certificate in the future.
Spend ten pieces of low-grade spirit stones and buy twelve spark stones and four kilograms of demon silk from the weapon refining materials shop.
Repay Zhang Li with one piece, pay taxes with one piece and forty pieces of spiritual stone, and there is still one piece and sixty pieces of spirit stone left. .
Passing by Uncle Han’s spiritual rice stall, Uncle Han asked me if I wanted to buy spiritual rice. I hesitated for a moment, but still didn’t buy it. Now is not the time to enjoy it.
By the way, Uncle Han also said that he would introduce his daughter to me as a Taoist companion.
I'm having some sex.
Says he looks like him.
I said, Uncle Han, leave.
Manager Wang, you are in a good mood today, so I won’t fuck your grandma anymore. When will you pay back the twenty yuan of low-grade spiritual stones you owe me?
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It was a sunny day on June 13, 2562 in the Immortal Calendar.
The remaining life span is one month and seventeen days.
Refining the robe.
Daoist friend Zhang received a guest last night. He didn’t sleep well and worked hard because he was poor. Poverty is the original sin of everything.
The refining failed due to poor mental health.
I went out and bought ten sticks of Ningshen Incense.
Hope to have a good sleep today.
Guanshi Wang, I’m going to fuck your grandma!
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It was cloudy on June 14, 2562 in the Immortal Calendar.
Life span remaining, one month and sixteen days.
Even with the Ning Shen Xiang, I still didn’t sleep well.
I took advantage of Hu Zi’s opportunity and chatted with Zhang Li for a while. Zhang Li said that it was a guest’s request, so he shouted loudly to show that he was powerful. In fact, the other party was very fast and didn’t feel it...
< br>Hey, as expected, when people really lack something, they have to emphasize it.
Like me, I will not emphasize that I am big.
Refining the robe...
Triggered the weapon refiner's lucky skill and succeeded.
However, this can be considered a near failure. If you were in better spirits, you could have succeeded even without triggering the weapon refiner's lucky skill.
I thought of a way,
to cover Zhang Li’s night.
Of course, I don’t really want to do that kind of thing. I still have the evil spirit in me, so I can’t do it.
Mainly to get a good night's sleep.
Asked the price, thirty broken spiritual stones per night.
Good guy, thirty broken spiritual stones a day is equivalent to nine hundred broken spiritual stones in a month, nine low-grade spiritual stones, which is equivalent to the original owner working hard in Qingling Sect for three months.
I paid Zhang Li thirty broken spiritual stones.
Manager Wang owes me twenty low-grade spiritual stones, don’t forget it!
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It was a sunny day on June 15, 2562 in the Xianli calendar.
The remaining life span is one month and fifteen days.
Wake up feeling full of energy.
Refined successfully.
Happy.
So he kept Zhang Li for another night.
Manager Wang owes me twenty low-grade spiritual stones, don’t forget it!
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It was a sunny day on June 16, 2562 in the Immortal Calendar.
Life remaining, one month and fourteen days.
Refined successfully.
So happy.
Of the four refining materials, three were successful, with a success rate of 75%. It can be seen that I am really a little genius in refining weapons.
Calculated based on fourteen spiritual stones per portion, that is forty-two low-grade spiritual stones.
The spirit stone of the Evil-Breaking Talisman is enough.
I will set up a stall tomorrow and buy the evil-destroying talisman when it is sold out.
Life is full of hope.
Guanshi Wang, please allow me to say hello to your grandma!
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With the lights like beans, Wu Tao finished writing the last sentence of today's diary, looked at the calligraphy "Chou Bi Chou Bi" on it, closed the book, and placed it solemnly under the pillow.
“I hope the stall setting up will go well tomorrow!”
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(End of this chapter)