Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

But the system you... what?Now there is no way to use the subconscious to spy on my inner emotions or thoughts? "

"...Host, the system must make a solemn statement. The system uses the subconsciousness of the host to issue tasks. The purpose is always to better serve the host. The word spying is not appropriate!

Secondly, the happiness of the host is the relentless pursuit of the system!

Even if the host submits an item that is so common that it can no longer be common as a task target, as long as the host is satisfied, the system will also open higher-level permissions to the host.

Now, the host's brain potential has been developed to 30.00%, completely controlling its subconscious mind, and has the ability to control everything, including the system.

Now that the host has the ability to identify what happiness is, naturally there is no need for the system to help the host make a choice.

With the improvement of capabilities, the host's dependence on the system will be further reduced.

One day, the host can completely get rid of the existence of the system, and independently do everything the host wants to do...

The system is also looking forward to the arrival of this day..."

"Well……"

Hearing the system's reputation, Wang Xuebin didn't express anything, neither believing or not, nor showing any emotion, just lying quietly on the bed, thinking about his own affairs.

"...The subconscious mind... If you control the subconscious mind, can you control everything about yourself..."

Thinking about it, Wang Xuebin closed his eyes silently, calmed down, and wanted to try to use his own thinking to pry the unimaginably huge power of consciousness in his body.

Suddenly, Wang Xuebin, who was lying flat on the bed with his legs crossed, turned pale, and a cold sweat broke out on his forehead in an instant. He turned sideways, bowed like a prawn, and twitched uncontrollably.

"...By the way, please don't use the power of the subconscious mind blindly, the current host lacks energy in the body, which is not enough to support the consumption of the subconscious mind.

Once used, the body's metabolism will immediately become disordered, affecting the health of the host's body..."

"...A damn thing...why didn't you say it earlier..."

"...I'm sorry, the system is not 'peeking' into the host's subconscious mind, so it cannot judge the host's thoughts. Only after the host takes action, the system can check for omissions...

To be honest, the system did not expect the host to do such an unreasonable thing, it is said that death in the film and television world will not affect IQ..."

"...Hiss...you did it on purpose..."

After a long time, the convulsions stopped, and Wang Xuebin quickly supported the bed and walked towards the kitchen and dining room.

On the dining table, portions of high-calorie, high-nutrition meals are arranged neatly in a plum blossom shape, without any mess.

Wang Xuebin took out a pair of chopsticks, aligned them carefully, and then slowly began to eat, chewing every bite very delicately, as if he was reluctant to swallow it.

"...By the way, when it comes to subconsciousness, was He Lan's previous performance also affected by subconsciousness? Logically speaking, her emotions shouldn't be so agitated..."

"...The host guessed right. The torrent of information released by the host impacted not only the host's artificial intelligence, but also the other people present.

Zhu Bajie, Huang Mei, and Bull Demon King are three monsters who are also cultivated, and only information related to the gods can break through their defenses and influence them.

The artificial intelligence of the host is different from that of He Lan in the previous world. Their minds are completely defenseless against the host, so the two of them are most affected by the information.

In particular, your emotional awareness after screening is completely accepted by them, and this will give birth to an artificial intelligence that overcomes obstacles and breaks through the limit, and a host-like creature that is influenced by the subconscious and is unswervingly devoted to the host! "

"...What about Xiao Chuchu? Why doesn't she seem to have changed?"

At the dining table, Wang Xuebin ignored the name of the system host creature, raised his eyebrows slightly, and raised a new question again.

But what he didn't expect was that the system's unchanging voice for thousands of years suddenly burst into waves. Although it was very subtle, it still couldn't escape Wang Xuebin's ears.

"...Serving the host is the mission of the system, but answering the host's questions is the responsibility of the host's intelligent assistant.

Don't ask the system too many questions, which will affect the system's performance of serving the host. The host's smart assistant will resume use in five systems in the future. Please wait patiently for the host! "

Hearing the system's words, Wang Xuebin frowned instantly, chewed his mouth for a while, and narrowed his eyes.

"Affect the system's performance of the service host's responsibilities? Do you...have more than one host for the system?"

As soon as Wang Xuebin finished speaking, the system was silent for a while. Wang Xuebin at the dining table put down the chopsticks in his hand, and just waited quietly, waiting for the system's answer.

"...the dimensions of the world not only have width, breadth and depth, but also a mysterious scale called time...

This is not a place that today's host can set foot in, please be patient and cultivate..."

"...time?"

He leaned back and folded his hands on his chest.

"...is there more than one 'I' on a long timescale?"

"...The system can only tell the host, the host is the first..."

Chapter 700 Confession

"...Boss, how much is a catty of eggs today?"

"...Hey, here we come. I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you busy with work recently?"

At a stall in the vegetable market, Wang Xuebin was holding a shopping bag neatly filled with several fresh vegetables.

A pair of eyes stared straight at the eggs of different sizes on the tray, and I couldn't wait to arrange them neatly one by one...

"...Uh...yes, I've been busy recently, how much are the eggs today?"

Wang Xuebin's eyes were still staring straight at the eggs. The stall owner's heart felt a little frightened by this expression. He quickly pulled out a plastic bag from the side, handed it to Wang Xuebin, and then hurriedly said:

"...It's all just arrived, four yuan and six, do you want to add two catties?"

"...No, I just want five!"

Wang Xuebin didn't care about the boss's words, took the plastic bag, and put the five eggs he picked that were similar in size, color, and freshness into the bag, and handed it over.

Looking at Wang Xuebin's piercing eyes, the boss lost the desire to talk, put the egg on the scale, and then quickly passed the egg over.

"...Less than a catty, four yuan and twenty cents...Look..."

"Cheaper!"

As Wang Xuebin said, he took out four steel coins from his pocket and placed them one by one on the booth.

Seeing Wang Xuebin's weird performance, the boss didn't dare to say much. Although he never bargained for the price of eggs here, he still took the money tremblingly.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xuebin nodded slightly, took the eggs, carefully put them into the neat shopping bag in his hand, turned around and walked silently towards the outside of the vegetable market.

On the side, a customer who also came to buy eggs peeked at Wang Xuebin's leaving back, leaned over to the boss, and asked in a low voice:

"...Hey, master, did that young man just now have something wrong with his eyes? He seems to never turn a corner when he sees people, and he is always in a daze..."

Hearing what the customer said, the boss also glanced at Wang Xuebin's leaving back, shook his head, and replied in the same low voice:

"...I don't really know, it was fine before, and I don't know if it was stimulated by something, or the eyes were injured...

He used to be a very good guy, poor..."

Poor?

Who knows?

At least he hasn't reached the point where he needs to stand on the roof of the car to protect his legal rights...

Back at the door of the apartment, a pair of dull and lifeless eyes seemed to be in a daze all the time.

Raise your hand and stretch out your thumb, mechanically open the fingerprint lock, and gently pull...

Then he closed it again, raised his hand and stretched out his thumb again, mechanically opened the fingerprint lock, and pulled it hard...

"...What are you doing standing outside? Come in?"

Hearing this voice, Wang Xuebin couldn't help but shivered, pursed his dry lips, and his eyes instantly brightened.

"...Mom~~"

In the apartment, Sun Limin leaned on the sofa, folded her hands on her chest, squinted her eyes, and looked up and down at the thin guy standing at the door...

"...What's the matter? I heard that your kid has grown up...huh?"

As Sun Limin said, her eyes narrowed, her brows stood upright, and a pair of sharp triangular eyes protruded from her body.

"... You don't answer the phone, you don't reply to the message, are you going to become a monk?

Come!Tell me, are you planning to become a monk?Or are you going to be a monk?

Do you need your mother to help you find a few clean ashrams? Your mother and I have friends in the famous Buddhist and Taoist mountains in our country. Can you introduce them? "

"...Mom, I didn't..."

Just as Wang Xuebin wanted to defend himself, Sun Limin took out his mobile phone from his pocket, found the communication record of the call to him, and pushed it in front of Wang Xuebin.

"...Come on, tell me, your mother is listening, keep talking!"

Looking at the one hundred and four missed calls on the phone, Wang Xuebin couldn't help but fell silent. He found his phone from the side drawer and turned it on.

In an instant, the sound of 'ding dong' message completely drowned him out. In 200 days, there were more than [-] missed calls, half of which were from his mother.

Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but frown.

"……I……"

"...you listen to me first!"

Just as Wang Xuebin was about to say something, he was interrupted by Sun Limin raising his hand. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:

"...Mom knows that you have a secret, and she doesn't want to get to the bottom of it. You're already in your third year, and you're not a child anymore. I believe you can tell the difference between what you should do and what you shouldn't do.

But look at what you look like now..."

As Sun Limin said, she directly picked up a mirror, stood up, and stood in front of him, pointing to the pale and thin figure in the mirror, and asked loudly:

"...The body is the capital of everything, you look like a sick child now, how can you let mom feel at ease?

You can't expect your mother to be by your side every day, treat you like a child, what if your mother dies! "

silence……

Apart from the breathing of the mother and the child, no other sound could be heard.

Sun Limin's triangular eyes stared sharply, watching Wang Xuebin's lips twitch a few times, but he still couldn't say anything.

Seeing Wang Xuebin's performance, Sun Limin took a deep breath, closed her disappointed eyes, and opened them slowly after a while.

"...Have you gone to the hospital for an examination? How did the doctor in the hospital make the diagnosis?"

Hearing his mother's voice softened a little, Wang Xuebin also breathed a sigh of relief, pursed his dry lips, and said softly:

"...Mom, don't worry, I'm fine, I know my body well, it's just..."

"...That means it hasn't been checked yet? OK! Let's go!"

Sun Limin didn't bother to listen to his son's excuses. When he heard that he didn't go to the hospital, he immediately picked up the backpack on the sofa, put the bag in his hand on the coffee table, and pulled him to go out.

"...Hey mom... wait, wait, listen to me..."

"...Let's talk, I'm listening, talking as we walk..."

"...Oh, mom~ I'm really fine..."

Wang Xuebin exhaled fiercely, dragged his old lady's arm and sat back on the sofa.

The mother and son sat opposite each other, and Wang Xuebin's expression could not help but flashed a trance. The last time they talked face to face like this... seems to have passed for hundreds of years...

"... Phew... It's a long story... The beginning of everything, I have to talk about it from a few years ago..."

In the Xinghuo Group in the real world, in the office on the third floor, Li Mengyuan fiddled with the mouse wheel, casually scrolling back and forth to look at the information that needed to be reviewed on the computer.

But looking at her blank eyes, it was obvious that her mind was not on the computer screen.

"...President Li...President Li..."

"what!"

With a loud cry, Xin Yao, who will deliver the documents in the future, was startled, patted her flat chest, looked at Li Mengyuan and asked with concern:

"...You...Are you okay, is there something wrong?"

"...No...No!"

Hearing Xin Yao's concern, Li Mengyuan shook her head blankly, and replied coquettishly with her unconscious nasal voice:

"...I, I'm just a little...sleepy...yes, sleepy! I didn't sleep well last night, and today I'm not in a good mood. It's okay...it's okay..."

'...Master, answer the phone...'

As soon as the mobile phone on the side rang, Li Mengyuan grabbed the mobile phone like a conditioned reflex, swiped her hand on the screen, and then stuck it to her ear.

On the side, Xin Yao stared at this scene dumbfounded, a little unable to react, but Li Mengyuan didn't care about her at all, and showed a flattering smile on the phone.

"...Hey...Auntie...it's me...Yuanyuan...