Su Wen subconsciously responded, and then he shook his head in denial: "No, no, how dare you!"
"snort……"
Su Muzhe held Su Wen in one hand and strode towards the direction of the puppet.
Su Wen found that in front of Su Muzhe, he had no power to fight back.
This inevitably dampens his confidence. After all, for some time now, he has been unstoppable on the extraordinary path. Not only has he opened up a new cultural context, but the Mohist and Taoist paths have also reached the second level.
"...Don't feel like you're useless."
Su Muzhe seemed to hear Su Wen's mood. He threw Su Wen into the pile of puppets, straightened his somewhat messy clothes, and said lightly: "Don't talk about you, even if your senior brother comes over, he won't be able to fight back."
"Well……"
Su Wen was really surprised.
He had many senior brothers, and those who could be mentioned by Su Muzhe must be from Qingsong's generation, and Qingsong... was already Confucian Rank Five, the same rank as Qian Haoran.
Doesn't this mean...Qian Haoran is not Su Muzhe's opponent?
"Then Su Muzhe is not in sequence six..."
Su Wen felt very unreal.
After all, when Su Muzhe talked to him before, he mentioned that he couldn't beat Ren Zhengan. But Ren Zhengan is just the fourth sequence of the historian...
"How can the historian be so powerful?"
Su Wen took a breath of cold air.
"How long have you been watching my jokes?"
Su Muzhe shrugged his shoulders and showed a fierce look in his eyes.
"...Not long after, all I heard was you shouting..."
"That's not much! I've finished reading it all!"
Su Muzhe sneered: "If you spread the word, wouldn't my image be completely ruined... Mr. Su is a shameless person..."
"I'll keep it a secret!"
Su Wen quickly said: "What I saw and heard today...ah no, I didn't hear or see anything at all!"
"hehe……"
Su Muzhe continued to sneer: "Only dead people and puppets can really keep secrets...Have you seen these puppets? They are all like you. They said they would keep secrets, but then they turned around and wanted to sell me...die
Between you and the puppet, choose one!"
"You've gone too far!"
Su Wen was also a little angry.
He studied with Qian Haoran for a while, and was influenced by Qing Song, so he still had integrity.
"Isn't it just that when I see you singing... I'm going to kill you and silence you! It's not my fault that you sing badly, why are you taking your anger out on me! You really think I'm afraid of you!" Su Wen became angry and shook his head.
He held the carving knife in his sleeve: "If you give me ten and a half years, do you think I can't beat you?"
"...What a good boy, you are so courageous."
Su Muzhe was very happy: "Who do you think you are in ten or eight years?"
"How about we wait and see?"
Su Wen quickly said: "Let me go. I will come back and fight with you in ten years!"
"hehe……"
Su Muzhe smiled again: "Where should I go to find you in ten years..."
Then he waved his hand and sighed: "Go away, don't hinder my promotion!"
"Promotion?!"
Hearing this, Su Wen was stunned.
At this time, he finally understood that Su Muzhe's evil behavior... was not a matter of idleness, but his promotion ceremony?
Do you still have such an unorthodox consciousness?
"Of course! My extraordinary path sequence six, singer!"
Su Muzhe's voice sank, and then he became discouraged: "But although I, Su, am suave and talented, I really don't have any talent in singing, and I haven't been able to write a magnificent song. It's been a delay...
…Now that I have taken the secret medicine, I have an arrow on the string and I have to risk my promotion…”
"I see."
After learning the truth from Su Muzhe, Su Wen breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he also discovered that Su Muzhe was not Sequence Six, but was about to be promoted to Sequence Six. This was quite remarkable, and Qian Haoran was no better.
It is to reach the threshold of Sequence Six. Cheng Zi has been Sequence Six for more than 10 years, but he still cannot become Confucian Sequence Seven. This is enough to show that the extraordinary people who can hit this sequence are already very rare.
"Run quickly..."
Su Muzhe looked at Su Wen and said: "I have one last chance. If I fail again, I will definitely lose control... Once I lose control, I will become a sequence six monster. Don't even think about running away, you will be killed."
I'll take one look and you'll be gone."
"..."
Su Wen's heart sank.
He and Su Mu were just friends. But when they met Su Muzhe, he reminded him to be careful of Ying Tianchang and gave him a string of beads. Although it was a favor to Cheng Zi, Su Wen still had to accept this kindness.
And at this time, Su Muzhe reminded him to run for his life, which was even more valuable.
“Does it have to be a song you write yourself?”
Su Wen hesitated for a moment and finally asked this question.
"Of course what I write is the best, but the main thing is that the singer can sing, a song that can highlight the power of Sequence Six... I have asked many Confucian friends to help me write it over the years, even Cheng Zi... Well
, this is the favor I owe him, but...an old scholar is just an old scholar, and what he writes...doesn't suit my taste. It's too literary, too scholarly, and I haven't used what they wrote several times...
can succeed."
"...What you sang just now was written by them?"
Su Wen asked curiously. He clearly heard a familiar sentence, but Su Muzhe ruthlessly mixed it up.
"No...it was the fragment I heard when I was promoted, given by a mysterious voice, but I couldn't write it down."
Su Muzhe sighed: "This is fate... If I could remember it at that time, maybe I wouldn't be so troubled..."
"Isn't it just that the wind is blowing, the clouds are flying, and the warriors are standing guard in all directions..."
Su Wen muttered: "I can't even remember this..."
"What?"
Su Muzhe's ears twitched, and then his eyes lit up: "Yes, yes, yes! It's the smell of strong wind... I'm herding sheep?"
"The clouds are flying!"
Su Wen decisively corrected Su Muzhe's words.
"That's right..."
Su Muzhe closed his eyes and thought about it, agreeing with Su Wen's statement.
"……How did you know?"
The way Su Muzhe looked at Su Wen had changed.
"I read it in a book..."
Su Wen responded weakly.
"Haha... I heard that you are quite talented in literature?"
Su Muzhe suddenly thought of something: "I have used this song several times now. Even if I have the full song, the possibility of being promoted to a singer is very low, only 15% at most. Why don't you help me write an impassioned song?"
Song, help me?"
"this?!"
Su Wen was a little embarrassed.
"Sure or not?"
Su Muzhe was a little anxious: "In half an hour, I won't be able to control myself. Once I lose control, you won't be able to run away!"
"Let me try……"
Su Wen's head is a bit big.
Half an hour, just one hour, can actually make him run a long way.
But... for a Sequence Six monster, on the Ghost Island, it doesn't matter how far he runs, he can still be found.
Moreover, Su Wen had a good impression of Su Muzhe, and he couldn't bear to watch Su Muzhe lose control.
"I can write...but I can't write that kind of sophisticated song."
Su Wen went through Su Muzhe's needs in his mind.
Of course he had some good poems, but he didn't know how to arrange music. Even if he did it right away, it would take time, but Su Muzhe didn't have time.
Then I can only give Su Muzhe a song that he can remember after listening to it once.
"As long as you can sing! When did I, Lao Su, be picky?!"
Su Muzhe patted his chest and said.
"Xiao Mo...paper and pen!"
Su Wen took a deep breath: "Mr. Su, watch carefully and listen carefully!"
As Su Wen started writing, line after line of sonorous and powerful words appeared on the rice paper:
"Along the ups and downs of the country..."
"Let the horse love the Central Plains, love the North and Jiangnan..."
"This..."Borrow from Heaven for Another Five Hundred Years"? It's only five hundred years. Isn't it too little?"
Su Muzhe murmured to himself. Su Wen's writing is easy to understand and looks quite impressive, but his energy is too small. Five hundred years, and his current extraordinary power will not last more than five hundred years, right?
"Change?"
Seeing Su Wen starting to compose music, Su Muzhe gave him some advice: "How about fifty thousand years?"
"No!"
Su Wen refused.
"Why?"
"Readers will scold!"
"What?"
"Ah... the rhythm will be destroyed! Couyun, do you understand Couyun!"
"All right……"
Su Muzhe hesitated for a moment and then responded.
Looking at the score marked by Su Wen, his fingers began to move, and the puppets behind him began to play music.
"good!"
As soon as the music started playing, Su Muzhe's heart skipped a beat.
"Good boy, really good!"
After just listening to a short melody, he knew that this was the song he wanted.
“I wish I had met you earlier!”
Su Muzhe patted Su Wen's shoulder with one hand. He was so excited that he couldn't hold back.
Su Wen fell on the beach and printed a human figure. It took him a long time to get up.
"...This...is repaying kindness with vengeance?"
Su Wen almost couldn't breathe.
Su Muzhe did not care about apologizing at this time, but began to study the lyrics of the music score carefully, and his thoughts led the puppets to arrange the music.
"You go farther away..."
At the end, Su Muzhe casually took a jade pendant from his waist and threw it to Su Wen: "Take it, if I lose control, don't take it off, find a way to leave the ghost island, and don't come to this place again. If
It worked...this thing...is given to you too!"
Su Muzhe felt a little sore.
This is his forbidden object. It has many extraordinary abilities and has always been with him, accompanying him from birth to death.
"I'll keep it for you sir first, and I'll return it to you when you succeed!"
Seeing Su Muzhe's expression, Su Wen knew that he should not accept such a heavy gift.
"How can you take back what you gave away? Are you looking down on me?"
Su Muzhe cursed, then waved his hand for Su Wen to run further away, and stood on the boulder again.
The twelve puppets began to play and sing.
Su Wen discovered that these puppets were proficient in music. As long as the music was well arranged, the music they played was very beautiful and impassioned.
"The ups and downs along the rivers and mountains..."
Su Muzhe's speaking voice was very good, but as soon as he started singing, his voice sounded like a broken gong.
"Looking at the iron hooves clanging across thousands of miles of rivers and mountains... I stand on the cusp of the storm and hold on to the sun and the moon as they spin..."
Su Wen saw countless phantoms flashing around Su Muzhe, and the wind was surging and stirring.
"Haha... Su Muzhe was promoted here?"
"You really brought me food..."
At this time, Su Wen heard a voice he didn't want to hear.