"Didn't you say before that you can not only surf the Internet with your spiritual thoughts, but also generate electricity with your spiritual thoughts? Send it to me now..."
For some reason, the uncle was not ready to let Fang Ning off easily today.
Probably the other party used the rent card a few days ago, and the card was too hard...
"Damn it, today I'm going to let you know, keep a thin line in the system so that we can meet each other in the future. Don't do whatever you want at any time!"
Fang Ning said something, then closed his eyes and concentrated, as if he was brewing something.
The uncle was surprisingly patient and did not interrupt Fang Ning's thinking.
Not long after, it seemed that the brewing was complete, and Fang Ning suddenly ran to the refrigeration area of the system.
Then he took out a... brand new hand-cranked generator.
"Uh, what are you doing?" The uncle was very puzzled.
Fang Ning ignored it and took out a high-end gaming laptop and connected it to a hand-cranked generator.
At this time, his eyes widened, the hand generator trembled, and the wheels began to rotate on their own.
After looking at this state, a layman who doesn't understand would think that even a generator can become a spirit.
Only then did the uncle understand it, and he said disdainfully: "I thought you had some advanced power generation technology with love, but I didn't expect it was just the most basic way of driving away objects with spiritual thoughts..."
"As you know, the simpler and more basic it is, the more stable and reliable it is. Too complicated things often cause accidents."
Fang Ning then opened his laptop, downloaded and installed the game package again, and then started playing the game with great interest.
"Hmph, you are either playing or sleeping every day. You keep putting off your soul training. I don't believe how long you can hold on..." the uncle said angrily.
"Haha, I may not be able to hold on for long, but there are still tens of thousands of souls in Dragon Prison." Fang Ning said proudly.
"Impossible, they wouldn't even think of coming out without my words," the uncle decisively blocked Fang Ning's path. "If you want to play for a long time, just train your soul strength and play for as long as you want."
"Uh, uncle, it turns out I wrongly blamed you." Fang Ning is not a heartless guy after all. After hearing this, he already understood the uncle's purpose and felt guilty immediately.
It turns out that the uncle is still doing it for his own good... No, safety comes first.
After all, the stronger his host soul is, the safer he will be when encountering danger in the future.
"You just realized that you wrongly blamed me again. Poor my young heart, I have been deeply hurt by you again and again. Can't you make some compensation?" The uncle took the opportunity to say.
"No way, no, get out." Fang Ning felt guilty for only three seconds after hearing this.
Then he put his head down and started playing.
However, tonight was destined to be an eventful night, making it impossible for Fang Ning to have a good time.
After not playing for long, the uncle suddenly gloated: "Big rich man, come and watch the live broadcast outside, your workers have started to make a fuss."
"Damn it, let Lao Zheng take care of it, I don't have the time." Fang Ning then passed the blame.
"Hey, hurry up and take a look. I always feel that there is something wrong. There is no prompt on the system map." The uncle urged.
Fang Ning had felt a little guilty just now. After hearing this, she was too embarrassed to continue playing, so she turned on the big live broadcast screen in the Internet cafe.
As soon as the screen opened, an angry voice came out.
"It's amazing that you know how to practice cultivation? Why are you pretending?" A young worker said to the other two people with a blushing face.
"Uh, it's such a familiar picture." Fang Ning was speechless when he saw this.
The other two workers who were confronting him, also very young, shook their heads and sneered.
"Of course it's great to be able to practice. No matter how smart you are and no matter how hard you work, if you don't know how to practice, you will be just a loser in the future and can only work as a coolie, depending on people's looks." One of the workers said disdainfully.
The other one smiled and nodded.
"These three people work really well together..." Fang Ning nodded first, then suddenly had an idea and said, "Are they acting? Are they trying to attract our attention on purpose?"
"Uh, rich man, why do you say that?" The uncle looked around and couldn't find the problem, and couldn't help but feel very depressed.
Only then did it realize that there was an insurmountable gap between itself and its host.
"It's very simple. They are not stupid. Don't they know where this place is?" Fang Ning asked, "This is a place where all righteous people gather and where all evils cannot invade; where the Oriental Lighthouse is located, more than 30 square meters per square meter." Wan' area. Making trouble here is simply asking for death."
"Well, when you say that, I always feel like I'm mentally retarded." The uncle became even more depressed.
"I didn't say that, you admitted it yourself." Fang Ning was speechless. The uncle has been in a lot of drama recently. I wonder if he has developed into a rebellious stage...
At this time, the live broadcast screen changed.
At this time, a middle-aged worker came over.
"Don't make any noise, so as not to disturb His Holiness' rest. What a blessing it is to be able to come here and hear Butler Zheng's lecture. We are all co-workers and serve His Holiness together. Being invited here with money is just a blessing. You have to be worthy of your wages... Wang Wenqing, you have always been smart, why did you get into a quarrel with these two guys?" the middle-aged worker advised earnestly.
"Master Luo, it's not that I want to quarrel, it's just that these two guys are too irritating. I am slower in cultivation and not as fast as them, but they call me a waste and order me to do this and that every day and serve them. Tea and cigarettes... This is where the dragon lives, so you can't bully people like this, right?" Wang Wenqing, a young worker, lowered his head and said.
"That's a bit too much. Don't you know that His Holiness hates others taking advantage of others' power and bullying the weak... He has killed so many powerful demons. You have just started practicing, are you going to go astray?" Master Luo asked in surprise.
When the two young workers opposite heard this, they couldn't help but look at Wang Wenqing, with a hint of panic in their eyes, and even some complaints.
"Master Luo, we know we were wrong." The two young workers immediately lowered their heads and admitted their mistake.
A trace of disappointment flashed across Wang Wenqing's face, as if he was a little helpless, and then he said: "Forget it, as long as they stop bullying me in the future, I don't want to make it known to His Holiness, so as not to waste his energy."
"That's good. As a person, you must understand your duties. What should be yours will always be yours. What shouldn't be yours, don't force it." Master Luo finally advised.
The other workers were watching the excitement, and no one came forward to break up the fight.
The second half of the so-called "a place where all righteousness gathers and where all evil cannot invade" is probably true, but the first half must be greatly discounted.
There are also demons and demons in the blissful realm of the Western Heaven, and man-eating golden-winged rocs stand majestically above the Buddha.
When Fang Ning saw this, he shook his head repeatedly: "People's hearts are not as old as they used to be. There are not many honest people left."
"What do you mean by that? I don't understand." The uncle admitted honestly.
"Hey, there are small societies everywhere. This Wang Wenqing wants to follow the path of a good-for-nothing rise and find someone to co-star in the script. I'm afraid he has to put in a lot of effort. His intentions are not bad, so you won't see him turn red or black. Others The workers are happy to have three less competitors and let them quarrel. Only this Master Luo is really a good person, which is rare." Fang Ning sighed.
"Well, the sage host is really wise and profound, and the small system is not as good as it." The uncle said and ran away.
"Get lost." Fang Ning was speechless after watching a free rehearsal routine, and then went to play his own game.
"Wait a minute, Rich Man, I discovered a problem. In fact, I don't blame them for playing this trick. Have you noticed that I said something before, most of the things born in nature are actually waste..." The uncle suddenly came back. said.
"Uh, what do you mean?" Fang Ning had just created a good character, but was interrupted by the uncle, and was very depressed.
"I mean, even if ordinary people have the "Nine Turns of Golden Pills" developed by me, they will only spend their whole lives wandering around in the realm of concentration. After all, the qualifications are there. There are no heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and there are no peerless elixirs. , and the lifespan is limited, it is difficult to break through the upper limit by relying only on one skill." The uncle explained.
"Oh, that means ordinary people are still ordinary people, so what? Are they living differently?" Fang Ning said indifferently.
"You stay in the system space every day, of course you don't feel anything. Many people outside are in danger and are frightened every day. If I didn't patrol every day, the world would have ended long ago." The uncle was very disdainful.
"Why are you worrying about this?" Fang Ning asked confused.
"I won't worry about them. I'm just studying the purpose of these three people playing this trick." The uncle said aggrievedly.
"Oh, then you don't have to waste this time anymore."
"Why?"
"Because I know better than you." Fang Ning said proudly.