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Just Wanting to Live Well, but Surpassed the Protagonist – 68 A Day of Rest
“You don’t want to cultivate today?” After breakfast, Ye Yong agreed without thinking after hearing Wu Xue’s request.
Ever since the last time he tempered her body and almost lost Wu Xue’s little life, Ye Yong no longer treated her as some kind of female martial god. As long as she could stay by his side, that was enough. Of course, cultivation couldn’t ‘t be neglected. After all, as time went on, more powerful villains would appear in the future. Ye Yong couldn’t guarantee that he would be able to avoid all danger. As his closest maid, Wu Xue needed to have the ability to protect herself.
In short, Ye Yong would urge Wu Xue to cultivate, but he would never force her.
“Where do you want to go play today? I’ll take you there.” Ye Yong had been at the Tianluo Sect for a week. Apart from going out for a short while yesterday, he had basically been cultivating the rest of the time , or else he would go to the assessment hut, mix with Mu Qingyin ‘face to face’, and improve his painting skills by the way. He hadn’t had the chance to see the splendor and magnificence of the top sect of the Eastern Region.
Speaking of the Tianluo Sect, the place that Ye Yong wanted to see the most was the Sword Pavilion Hall. After all, it was considered the place where the protagonist had stayed the longest. In the later stages of the novel, the protagonist basically didn ‘t have a fixed place to stay. He would either go on adventures or fight and kill. After going to other dimensions, he never mentioned this place again.
The starting point was always nostalgic.
However, novels were ultimately novels. The description in words was too ethereal and relied entirely on imagination. Now that he could see it with his own eyes, Ye Yong naturally didn’t want to miss it.
Besides, if he calculated the time, the Sword Pavilion Hall should be about to enter the same hall competition.
That’s right, it was the incident where the cousin Ye Mao and the protagonist Long Tian formed a grudge.
Ye Yong was really worried about Ye Mao. In any case, he would definitely go and watch on the day of the same hall competition. As long as Ye Mao dared to do anything stupid, he would immediately rush up and beat him up first, to shift the hatred value.
What was the same hall competition? In fact, it was set up by the Sword Pavilion Hall’s stewards to see how strong the newly joined disciples were.
Long Tian, that bastard, always wanted to keep a low profile, but his bones were arrogant. He was destined to be unwilling to throw a fake match. In the novel, he passed the Tianluo Sect’s assessment, and what he showed to the outside world was the third layer of Foundation Establishment, which was the level of an ordinary disciple.
In the same hall competition, the opponent’s strength wouldn’t exceed the third layer. In the novel, Long Tian was at the seventh layer of Foundation Establishment, and he also had the guidance of the powerful Meteorite old master’s remnant soul. How could he lose to those supporting characters who were at most at the sixth layer of Foundation Establishment? Therefore, he went all the way to high-profile, and became the most dazzling person in the competition.
Ye Mao was at the fifth layer of Foundation Establishment in the novel. His talent and strength were both very good. However, he encountered Long Tian in the last match of the competition.
The result was naturally needless to say. Apart from the protagonist’s halo, Long Tian also hid his cultivation. How could a scum like Ye Mao be able to beat him? However, as the young master of the Ye family, he couldn’t swallow his anger after losing to a nameless casual cultivator. Just now, ‘Ye Yong’ had already started to target the protagonist, so these two idiots hit it off and went down the road of death together.
A reader had once asked, Long Tian always showed the third layer of Foundation Establishment to the outside world, deliberately becoming an ordinary disciple, not wanting to attract attention, so why did he still go to fight and defeat Ye Mao, who was at the fifth layer of Foundation Establishment? Wasn’t this very unreasonable?
The dog author’s answer was that Long Tian was very arrogant, and it was impossible for him to deliberately lose to someone weaker than him.
However, Ye Yong felt that forcibly fitting the plot to increase the refreshing point was the truth. But it couldn’t be denied that it was precisely because of Long Tian’s ‘arrogance’ that the following series of events would happen.
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Anyway, it was a novel. It was normal to have some small loopholes. It couldn’t be perfect. Sometimes, what happened in reality was more magical than the plot of a novel. Novels would still tell you some logic, and slowly Imbue the content. What about reality? It would directly open up your Tian Ling Gai and stuff the content in, regardless of whether you could accept it or not.
After reading so many novels and watching various kinds of plots, Ye Yong would never get entangled in these problems. If he could read it, he would read it, and if he couldn’t, he wouldn’t.
Now that he was in an immortal cultivation world that was extremely similar to the setting of the novel “New Emperor of Emperors,” Ye Yong had never doubted the general development of the plot and the protagonist’s ability to cause trouble. Because on the day of the assessment, when he saw the protagonist for the first time, he felt a basic impulse to find trouble with him.
Actually, if you think about it carefully, being troubled is also a kind of luck. If there were no fools running around and giving away treasures, the protagonist’s growth speed would definitely be much slower. Just like in the game “Eat Chicken,” if someone lines up to deliver express delivery, isn’t that luck?
“Young Master?” At this time, Wu Xue shook Ye Yong’s arm.
“Ah, sorry, I was thinking about where to take you to play.” Ye Yong came back to his senses and smiled.
“You don’t have to take me out, just stay at home.” “Young Master, tell me a story?” Wu Xue began to clean up the dishes.
“Okay.” Ye Yong waved his hand and put everything on the table into the storage ring. Today, he gave Wu Xue a day off and didn’t let her do any housework, although there wasn’t necessarily any housework at the moment .
Patting his thigh, Wu Xue sat down obediently and then leaned into Ye Yong’s arms.
Ye Yong had already told all the fairy tales he could tell, but fortunately, he had read a lot of novels and comics. He began to think about whether to tell the story of a man who wore a straw hat and aspired to be the Pirate King. Or the story of a blond guy with a nine-tailed demon fox sealed in his body. Or the story of a death glasses elementary school student who had a high school student’s mind and who was sure to die wherever he went, and who had been in elementary school for more than ten years…
After thinking for a while, Ye Yong simply took out some paper and pens. Under Wu Xue’s puzzled gaze, he drew grids and then filled them with small figures.
With Ye Yong’s current drawing skills, drawing comics was really too simple. There was no need to modify them. Whatever he thought of, he drew. With a hook and a line, comic characters completely different from the current mainstream painting style of the New Emperor of Emperors world appeared.
Wu Xue’s eyes reflected the magical little figure paintings, and she became very interested.
Even if Ye Yong didn’t speak, just drew little figures and wrote dialogue in the frame, she could understand the content very well, even more exciting than the spoken story.
Ye Yong was drawing “Pet Little XX.” Because of his excellent sense of copyright, he changed the protagonist’s name to Da Zhi, and the yellow mouse that was involved in pornography became a blue mouse. Since there were creatures like spirit beasts in the New Emperor of Emperors, the worldview of collecting spirits to fight in Little XX would not appear too abrupt.
In one morning, Wu Xue witnessed Ye Yong easily draw a colorful story. While watching with great interest, she also admired her young master very much, and then her favorability increased.
“Let’s draw here for now.” Ye Yong was already used to Wu Xue’s favorability increasing at every turn. Anyway, he would just guide her step by step and as long as she didn’t turn into a yandere, it was fine. Looking at the sky outside, it was time to prepare lunch for Wu Xue.
He usually went to the kitchen of the Yinhua Hall for ingredients.
Each hall had a kitchen. Every half month, the Tianluo Sect would distribute fresh ingredients to each hall. According to their status, disciples could receive a certain amount of ingredients every month. After all, some disciples were still in the Qi Refining Stage, and cultivators below the mid-Foundation Establishment Stage also needed to eat.
Some halls also had chefs who specialized in making spirit food, but if you wanted to eat spirit food, you needed to spend contribution points or spirit stones to buy it.
Spirit chefs were not willing to work for nothing.
The Yinhua Hall had few people, and they were all female cultivators with high cultivation levels. If they wanted to eat, they would rather cook for themselves, so they did not hire a chef.
Sometimes the ingredients left in the kitchen would not be touched for a long time. After all, practicing musical rhythm and painting was not as tiring as practicing swordsmanship or sabersmanship. It was more about using your brain.
For example, Yi Bai, sometimes when she studied painting skills, she would study for several months. If she went out, she would lose. Mu Qingyin, needless to say, Lu Xiao Xiao had joined the Tianluo Sect for 10 years and had never seen her hall master.
In short, they were a group of otaku girls.
Ye Yong didn’t know about the other halls, but the Yinhua Hall’s kitchen ingredients didn’t need spirit stones unless the spirit dishes needed special materials. Otherwise, he would just go to the kitchen and mooch off them.
If you can mooch off something in life, then mooch off it. However, when reading books, this was not the case. Ye Yong still very much supported the author. Otherwise, if everyone mooched off them, the author would have no motivation. How could they continue writing books?