Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 547 Brother Wang's Artistic Bacteria

Faced with this familiar skepticism, Zhang Ze patted his chest and said, "It's the real deal, a true and genuine young man from the Sword Sect."

Wang Ge shook his head, indicating that he didn't understand, but respected.

He then turned back to the old man in the cell who was still cursing, preparing to go forward and end his life.

But as I watched, that feeling suddenly vanished.

He sighed, "Forget it, let him stay here. It would be too easy for him to die now."

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the prison, his back view desolate, like a wandering traveler whose last breath had been released and could not be picked up again.

then
With a thud, Wang Ge, preoccupied with his thoughts, accidentally bumped into an invisible magic array. The array's magical power poured out, striking his mind and spirit directly.

He covered his nose with his left hand and his forehead with his right hand as he squatted down.

The atmosphere of "the wind howls and the Yi River is cold" vanished without a trace.

Zhang Ze stood behind him, still holding his hand up, a bunch of keys hanging from his fingers.

"I was going to warn you, but I didn't expect you to walk so fast. There's a barrier here."

Wang Ge, “.”

—The dividing line where Daidaiji is participating in the beautiful legs contest—

After leaving the Sword Tomb prison, Zhang Ze took him directly to the martial arts clinic in town.

That magic array is made of high-quality materials; if it's not properly tested, it's easy to leave behind problems.

After confirming in advance that it wasn't the Beast Taming Sect's veterinarian on duty today, Zhang Ze led Wang Ge upstairs to the second floor.

The person on duty on the second floor today wasn't a veterinarian, but a potato.

It's amazing, but it really is a potato. It's big and yellow-skinned, the kind of potato that looks perfect for stewing with green beans and pork ribs.

"Coming! Wait a minute, I'll get the equipment set up." Potato glanced at the door, then retreated behind the crystal screen on the table.

Wang Ge, "What is this?"

Feeling dizzy, he suspected that there was something wrong with his eyes and ears as well.

Zhang Ze: "Uh, you read that right, it's potatoes, that's how it is."

According to Zhang Ze, the main reason is that Yaowang Valley is a place with outstanding people and beautiful scenery.

Eight hundred years ago, a child in the outer kitchen was playing a game of throwing potatoes. He threw the potato so hard that it fell off a cliff.

The earth beneath the cliff is rich in energy, and these potatoes are truly blessed, having remained there for eight hundred years.

Countless people came here to plant melons and trees, but no one discovered the whereabouts of these potatoes.

And somehow, all the spiritual liquids and fertilizers used on other crops ended up benefiting this potato.

As the saying goes, potatoes nourish people, and the land nourishes potatoes. Five hundred years later, this potato became a divine plant, naturally grown and nurtured by the earth.

Then, two years ago, the Earth Sea surged. Perhaps because Loli's mother, Sizhou, also loved to eat potatoes, this potato sprouted from the ground and developed sentience.

With its innate supernatural abilities, it controlled the vines and climbed all the way back to the ground from the bottom of the cliff.

Then, the potato didn't get on the ship going out to sea.

Instead, it was grabbed by a kitchen boy who didn't know its value eight hundred years later and stuffed into a steamer.

However, just as it was about to be made into a potato and eggplant dish with soybean paste, Fu Ji arrived by the smell and traded the potato with the kitchen boy using a pork knuckle she had stolen from A Li.

Of course, Fuhime didn't intervene to save Potato; she was simply craving potato sashimi.

In the end, it was Li Yueqi's mother, Ms. Qin Ruyue, who saved Tudou, took him as her apprentice, and enlightened him.

So, in a sense, this potato is like Li Yueqi's younger brother.

"That's how it is," Zhang Ze said, spreading his hands.

Wang Ge was bewildered, and his dizzy head started throbbing again. He wanted to ask who Li Yueqi was, but then thought better of it.

Covering his head, he pointed at the seemingly sentient potato doctor and asked, "So what is he doing?"

Although the patient was standing at the door, the potato didn't pay any attention to him; it was still fiddling with the small walnut on the table.

Zhang Ze went around to take a look and said, "Oh, Little Walnut crashed. It's fixing itself."

Perhaps feeling a little embarrassed, Zhang Ze patted the potato and said, "Can you handle this? If not, I'll get someone to help you. You should see a doctor first."

Potato: "Hey, I told you not to rush, it'll be done in a minute. You have to trust me, this is my only hobby."

Zhang Ze, "No matter how much you like it, I'll cut you into potato shreds and send you to the pancake stall."

Upon hearing this, Potato immediately stopped its antics. It rolled out from behind the table, sat on the specially made Thousand Machine Base, and floated in front of Wang Ge to treat him using ancient methods.

The examination did reveal a problem, but it wasn't a head injury; rather, it was a lingering ailment from his seclusion and early training.

Being a rogue cultivator, he didn't follow many of the proper steps when refining that innate amethyst wood. He's quite lucky to have survived this long.

Fortunately, although the hidden illness had entered the body, this kind of symptom was exactly what this potato was good at. Soon, a whole set of pills was prepared, put in a basket, and handed to Wang Ge.

"Eat this first, then that, and finally this."

After his doctor's visit, Potato hurriedly went back to his little Walnut terminal to continue tinkering with his hobby.

Leaving the consultation room and standing at the entrance of the martial arts clinic, Wang Ge felt somewhat uneasy, carrying a basket of medicine.

This world is too new for him now, and he finds many things difficult to adapt to. But what he finds most difficult to adapt to is actually the aspect of cultivation.

It's only been a few hundred years, how come my cultivation level has depreciated so quickly?
Although not all the dogs on the roadside are at the Golden Core stage, the average cultivation level of people in Qianji Town is truly frighteningly high.

Why don't you finish this course of medication and then go back into seclusion...?

But doing this seems rather unethical. Someone digs you out, helps you get medical treatment, and then tortures your enemy in the most cruel way.

Is it heartless and ungrateful of me to just leave like this?
Just as Wang Ge was thinking this, the young man named Zhang Ze nudged him.

"senior……"

"Please don't call me senior, it would embarrass me greatly."

"Alright, I won't call you senior, I'll call you Brother Wang. May I ask what your plans are for the future, Brother Wang?"

"I don't know either... May I ask what your plans are, sir?"

Having said that, Wang Ge wasn't stupid, and naturally understood the hidden meaning in Zhang Ze's words.

'I have no way to repay your immense kindness. If he wants it, I will gladly give him this innate amethyst wood.'

Thanks to the amazing brainwashing effect of Zhang Ze's Magic House, Wang Ge also became more generous.

However, Zhang Ze did not covet that thing, but pondered for a moment and then spoke.

"Listen to me, I actually have a good place for you. Brother Wang, come with me, you might even see some acquaintances there."

With that, Zhang Ze strode toward the teleportation array on the side of the street.

This time, Wang Ge was brought to the outer area of ​​the Thousand Machines Pavilion.

The building, resembling a factory, was very large, but there were no guards.

As Wang Ge approached, he looked up at the sign and realized that he recognized each character, but the combination of the characters seemed strange.

What is a labor rehabilitation center for autistic elderly people?

This name doesn't seem like that of a proper place.

Wang Ge shuddered, especially after recalling the bizarre experiments he had witnessed in the Sword Tomb prison.

Fortunately, Zhang Ze wasn't that abnormal.

Pushing open the door, Wang Ge found that it was just an ordinary assembly line, with about a dozen old men working inside. They and their clones moved around the factory, keeping the assembly line running.

And Wang Ge did indeed seem friendly towards the people coming and going among them.

However, it wasn't that I saw familiar faces, but rather that I saw a certain familiar expression on some of them.

Completely bewildered and at a loss, yet filled with curiosity about the future.

It's obvious that, like him, it was recently unearthed.

Just as he was watching with curiosity, he suddenly saw a person looking up at him. It was a real old man who did not use magic to modify his appearance. He was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt from the Thousand Machines Pavilion, and his hair was neatly combed. He looked like a teacher.

Upon seeing him, the man rushed over, took Wang Ge's hand, and exclaimed with delight, "You were dug out too! That's great!"

As he spoke, he began patting and pinching Wang Ge, looking him up and down. Wang Ge took a step back, indicating that if he wasn't going to eat, he shouldn't touch him. He coughed lightly and said, "May I ask who you are, fellow Daoist? Do I recognize you?"

"Oh dear, look at my brain, I've forgotten again."

As he spoke, the old man took off the hairpin from his head, untied his hair, and rummaged through it, covering most of his face.

Then, with a wave of his hand, a dirty blue Taoist robe was once again wrapped around his body.

At this moment, no matter how close or far the old man is viewed, he looks like a large blue-skinned, white-leaved radish.

Seeing the old man's disheveled appearance, Wang Ge suddenly remembered who this person was.

"Taoist Shaoluo? What's wrong with you?"

Looking at the old man, Wang Ge didn't know what to say for a moment.

The old man chuckled, waved his hand, and returned to his clean-cut appearance. "Ah, what else can I do? I've just gone ashore and reformed."

Wang Ge, “.”

Wang Ge didn't understand what going ashore meant, but he knew what turning over a new leaf meant, so when he heard what Daoist Shaoluo said, he could only dryly say congratulations.

Taoist Shaoluo, being a man of strong character, cupped his hands in response with a "Congratulations," leaving Wang Ge speechless for a long time.

It was impossible not to choke, because this Taoist Shaoluo had indeed been a bit abnormal in the past, and it was somewhat difficult to bear being told "share the joy" by him.

This person is an oddball among oddballs in the independent cultivation circle.

While others cultivate their skills, embark on adventures, or seize treasures, he relies entirely on swindling and deception.

Shaoluo Daoren often disguises himself as a petite, unmarried woman in various forms, fishing for law enforcement in places such as mountain gullies, wild fields, and roadside bushes.

They specifically lure those whose faith is not firm.

After seducing her, lead her to a secluded place.

While his blood vessels were swollen and his head was upside down, I used a hand to knock him down with a smoke-filled dream.

As for Shaoluo Daoren, he neither seeks blood offerings nor lusts for men; he is simply after money.

Everyone he deceives is stripped naked. Not only are their storage rings and treasure pouches taken out, but even the silver needles and magical artifacts hidden in their hair for use in a fatal attack are retrieved by him.

After each successful scam, Daoist Shaoluo would disappear for a period of time to go elsewhere and continue his scams.

As for seeking revenge
There were some, but not many, because whenever there was a gathering of independent cultivators, he would appear as that disheveled old man and then tell everyone about his legendary experiences.

He pieced together several experiences of entrapment enforcement and recounted them to those present.

Even if the victim is among them, they dare not seek revenge publicly, because they cannot bear the shame.

Moreover, after each lecture, this Taoist Shaoluo would disappear halfway through the gathering, his whereabouts unknown.

The remaining people would be left awkwardly there, not daring to leave early, for fear that people would gossip behind their backs and spread rumors about them and Shaoluo Daoren, ruining their lifelong reputation.

Fortunately, this Taoist Shaoluo later disappeared.

Some say he offended someone he shouldn't have and has gone into hiding.

Some say he has obtained a secret treasure and is currently in seclusion to cultivate.

Regardless, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, including Wang Ge.

I never expected that we would meet again at Qianji Pavilion.

And he even made it ashore?
Wang Ge was speechless for a moment, thinking to himself that the Thousand Machine Pavilion had all kinds of poisons and wanted all sorts of people.

Regardless of his thoughts, the Taoist Shaoluo was naturally overjoyed to see an acquaintance. He pulled Wang Ge toward a room behind the factory.

Wang Ge naturally resisted, but he dared not show it too much. If the old guy suddenly yelled and started making up his own story, that would be the real end for him.

Fortunately, Daoist Shaoluo did not return to his old ways; he simply took him to see someone.

"Come, come, Brother Wang, this is Master Qin of Medicine King Valley, the person in charge of this place. From now on, we can be considered members of Medicine King Valley, hahaha."

Daoist Shaoluo pulled Wang Ge into the room and introduced him to the young man who was deep in thought at the table.

After waking up, Qin Lang looked at the small sacred trees growing all over the ground and felt that life was bland and tasteless.

So, in order to find a new goal, he multitasked, using his clone to handle various emergencies in the four continents and advance the project, while leaving his main body at the Thousand Machines Pavilion to find new interests and hobbies.

Recently, he has become somewhat interested in Blade & Soul.

He was standing by the table, studying the latest Blade & Soul character design.

The four continents are too vast; even if all cultivators were mobilized, there would still be oversights.

Therefore, the Thousand Machines Pavilion plans to produce more sword spirits to replace cultivators and complete some miscellaneous tasks.

For example, taking care of children.

For example, tell the stubborn old man that the amplification tower standing at the edge of your field won't turn your sow into a beautiful young woman to seduce your eldest son.

But if things have really changed, please call the Northern Hotline to see if it was the work of some lustful demon.

In short, they are all trivial matters that require deep involvement at the grassroots level.

In order to completely blend into the fishpond, the appearance of Blade & Soul is of paramount importance.

The aesthetics of the Thousand Machines Pavilion are somewhat peculiar, while the original Blade & Soul is too majestic.

Adding illusionary magic arrays will slow down production speed and increase costs.

"This is difficult."

After greeting the two, Qin Lang, who had little artistic talent, continued to struggle with his decision.

Wang Ge and Daoist Shaoluo had already walked up to them. Looking at the blueprints, Wang Ge suddenly spoke up.

"Although I don't understand the methods of weapon crafting, I come from a rural background and understand the minds of children. What do you think?"

He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly realized that he shouldn't have spoken, but just as he was about to bow in apology, Qin Lang helped him up.

"Go on, share your thoughts."

Having received permission, Wang Ge finally mustered the courage to speak.

"My personal suggestion is to make the sword spirit a little shorter, about chest height. People tend to be less wary of things smaller than themselves."

After Wang Ge finished speaking, Daoist Shaoluo immediately chimed in, "Yes, yes, that's exactly it."

With a slight twitch of his lips, Brother Wang ignored the perverted old man and continued speaking.

"After shortening the sword spirit, you can also make its limbs more rounded and remove all sharp protrusions."

Like this

Wang Ge picked up a pen and drew a short, fat man with a round head and no face on a piece of white paper.

While the basic shape was there, the question of what to make the face was proving difficult.

The three of them made a few strokes, but no matter what they drew, it was all incredibly strange. It wasn't until Wang Ge picked up his brush for the third time that he remembered the big-faced cat he had seen by the roadside before he went into seclusion, and the rag doll that the big-faced cat had been carrying in its mouth.

In an instant, inspiration struck.

Wang Ge picked up his brush and began to draw as he spoke.

"Still round, big eyes, cat face, but no ears."

"It can't be too realistic. A realistic round-headed cat-like figure needs to be more impressionistic."
"Colors. There are two colors, yellow and white, and blue and white."

"There's some space in my stomach area; I could add a storage bag."

"That's it!"

Wang Ge put down his pen, ending his artistic creation.

Just then, Zhang Ze walked over.

He had just finished his inspection of the factory and was about to ask Master Qin some questions when he unexpectedly saw Wang Ge's masterpiece, which was covered in bacteria.

Looking at the blueprints on the table, Zhang Ze had a complicated expression. After obtaining Wang Ge and Qin Lang's consent, he wrote a few words next to the blueprints.

Doraemon

“I think this name is quite good,” Zhang Ze said after putting down his pen.

(End of this chapter)