In the year 2562, May 30, fine.

Life remaining, two months.

On the thirtieth day of the world of cultivating immortals, I am in a good mood today, the robe was successfully sold, thanks to the middle-aged casual cultivator who bought my robe, his chic way of paying, I estimate that it will never be forgotten.

If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been able to pay this month's rent, and I'd be driven out of the house, or there would have been even more unacceptable consequences.

Special thanks to Zhang Li, if it weren't for Zhang Daoyou's atmosphere, lend me money...... Zhang Daoyou is equivalent to my life-saving benefactor, and I will repay him well if I have the opportunity.

Zhang Daoyou's identity...... Well, I have never discriminated against her identity, whether in my past or present life, I have never discriminated against people in her industry.

I've always been a law-abiding person, no matter what world I'm in.

Here I solemnly declare that in this life, even in the next life, I, Wu Tao, will be gambling and drugs.

Well...... There is a chance to repay Zhang Daoyou...... For her, the best reward is to take care of her business, right?

The main work in the next month is to refine the magic robe and buy the evil talisman, and first get rid of the yin and evil qi in the body, otherwise everything is in vain.

With the refiner profession, I can already refine the first-order and second-order sprinting robes, and I have great hope.

That's all for it...... It is written in a past life, and no one will know it, so you don't have to worry about what will happen if you are seen.

And one more thing,

The king steward of the Qingling Sect mine still owes me twenty lower-grade spirit stones, don't forget!

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In the year 2562, June 3, sunny.

Life remaining, one month and twenty-seven days.

After two days of rest, I adjusted my condition to the peak...... Hey, a man of evil, where is the peak......

Zhang Daoyou didn't pick up customers last night, it was a good day to refine the robe.

The robe was successfully refined, thank yourself, thank Zhang Daoyou.

Another fourteen lower-grade spirit stones were put into the account, and they were beautiful.

The day is getting closer and closer to break the yin and evil qi in the body......

The king steward of the Qingling Sect mine still owes me twenty lower-grade spirit stones, don't forget!

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In the year 2562 of the Immortal Calendar, June 4, rainy day.

The remaining life span is one month and twenty-six days.

Damn, the robe refining failed, and I am not in the mood.

Don't blame Zhang Daoyou, after all, Zhang Daoyou also has to eat.

Steward Wang, I'll fuck your grandma!

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In the year 2562 of the fairy calendar, June 5, rainy day.

The remaining life expectancy is one month and twenty-five days.

It's another rainy day, and when it rains, I'm inexplicably irritable, and it's hard to make it rain all June.

Hu Ge, please don't sing!

I didn't have an umbrella, so I borrowed an umbrella from Zhang Li next door.

Go to the market to set up a stall.

In the morning, I had a super expensive lunch, a broken spirit stone.

If you can't sell the robes tomorrow, Lao Tzu will also come to sell boxed lunches, which will be more delicious and cheaper than yours, and you will be killed on your dog's day.

There are 50 broken spirit stones left on the body.

The king steward of the Qingling Sect mine still owes me twenty lower-grade spirit stones, don't forget!

Steward Wang, grass your grandma!

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In the year 2562 of the fairy calendar, June 6, rainy day.

Life remaining, one month and twenty-four days.

Spot.

Putting on a lonely position.

Damn it.

The market sells rice, pits.

Steward Wang, I'll grass your grandma!

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In the year 2562 of the Immortal calendar, June 7, rainy day.

Life remaining, one month and twenty-three days.

There are only nineteen broken spirit stones on his body, which is not enough to pay the booth fee.

No way, and borrowed a lower grade spirit stone from Zhang Li, Zhang Daoyou suspected that I was going to gamble, I only declared a few days ago that I was not with gambling drugs, how could I gamble, and immediately solemnly swore that if I went to gamble, I would not live forever.

Seeing that he swore by me, Zhang Li was startled, and hurriedly took a hundred broken spirit stones for me.

Eh, Zhang Li's favor is difficult to return.

Steward Wang, I'll grass your grandma!

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In the year 2562 of the fairy calendar, June 8, rainy day.

The remaining life expectancy is one month and twenty-two days.

Don't say anything, steward Wang, I'll grass your grandma!

Lunch boxes will be sold tomorrow.

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In the year 2562, June 9, cloudy.

Life remaining, one month and twenty-one days.

Finally it stopped raining.

Lunch box sellers, I said I would kill you.

I'm coming.

Please accept my sanctions, lunch monsters!

After selling a boxed lunch for a day, the cost of purchasing ingredients was twenty broken spirit stones, and after selling out, a total of fifteen broken spirit stones were earned, and five were lost.

It seems that my conscience has not been eaten by dogs, and I should not be able to make money.

Steward Wang, I'll grass your grandma!

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In the year 2562 of the fairy calendar, June 10, sunny day.

Life remaining, one month and twenty days.

Spot.

Hahaha, finally sold.

Although it was still sold on the grounds that there was no certificate certified by the Wuquan Mountain Refining Hall, only fourteen lower-grade spirit stones were sold, but they were finally sold.

It's not easy.

You must get a certificate in the future.

Spent ten low-grade spirit stones, and bought twelve star fire stones and four catties of demon silk from the refining material shop.

Pay back Zhang Li, pay taxes for one and forty broken spirit stones, and have one and sixty broken spirit stones 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, I still didn't buy it, now is not the time to enjoy.

By the way, Uncle Han also said that he wanted to introduce his daughter to me as a Taoist couple.

I'm having some sexual interest.

Said to look like him.

I said, Uncle Han, take your leave.

Steward Wang, if you're in a good mood today, you won't your grandma, you owe me twenty lower grade spirit stones, when will you pay it back?

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In the year 2562 of the fairy calendar, June 13, sunny day.

The remaining life expectancy is one month and seventeen days.

Refining robes.

Zhang Daoyou picked up the guests last night, he didn't sleep well, he did it, he was poor, and poverty was the original sin of everything.

Due to bad spirits, the refining failed.

I went out and bought ten Ningshen incense.

Hope to get a good night's sleep today.

Steward Wang, I'll grass your grandma!

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In the year 2562 of the fairy calendar, June 14, cloudy.

The remaining life expectancy is one month and sixteen days.

Even with Ning Shenxiang, I still didn't sleep well.

Taking the opportunity of the tiger to talk to Zhang Li for a while, Zhang Li said that it was a request from the guest, and he seemed to be powerful when he shouted loudly, but in fact, the other party was very fast, and he didn't feel it......

Hey, really, what people really lack is more important to emphasize.

Like me, I wouldn't stress myself big.

Refining the robe......

Triggered the Alchemist's Lucky Skill, successful.

However, this is also considered a near-failure, if the spirit is better, even if you don't need to trigger the refiner's lucky skill, you can succeed.

Thinking of a way,

Bao Zhang Li's night.

Of course, I didn't really want to do that kind of thing, and I couldn't do it because the evil spirit in me had not been removed.

Mainly for a good night's sleep.

When I asked the price, thirty broken spirit stones overnight.

Good guy, thirty broken spirit stones a day, a month is nine hundred broken spirit stones, nine lower grade spirit stones, which is equivalent to the original owner working in the Qingling Sect for three months.

paid Zhang Li thirty broken spirit stones.

Steward Wang owes me twenty lower-grade spirit stones, don't forget!

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In the year 2562 of the fairy calendar, June 15, sunny day.

Life remaining, one month and fifteen days.

Wake up refreshed.

Refining successful.

Happy.

So I wrapped Zhang Li for another night.

Steward Wang owes me twenty lower-grade spirit stones, don't forget!

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In the year 2562 of the fairy calendar, June 16, sunny day.

The remaining life expectancy is one month and fourteen days.

Refining successful.

It's so much fun.

Of the four refining materials, three were successful, with a success rate of 75 percent, which shows that I am really a little genius in refining.

According to the calculation of fourteen spirit stones per portion, that is forty-two low-grade spirit stones.

The spirit stone of the evil talisman is enough.

Go to the stall tomorrow, and buy the evil charm when it is sold out.

Life is full of hope.

Steward Wang, please allow me to say hello to your grandmother!

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The lights are like beans, Wu Tao finished writing the last sentence of today's diary, looked at the ugly brush words on it, covered the notebook, and solemnly placed it under the pillow.

"I hope the stall will go smoothly tomorrow!"

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