Listening to more and more account books piling up and clattering on the ground around her, the old Confucian cultivator walked around in a hurry, commenting on her non-stop among each other.
Jiang Sue was born out of courage.
She put the pen in her hand aside casually, rested her face on her hands, and smiled.
"Dear teachers and parents, have you ever heard of a historical story?"
The noisy walking sounds around suddenly stopped, and hundreds of mouths spoke at the same time: "What story."
The second floor of the black tower echoed with their layered voices, like waves hitting Jiang Su's ears.
She resisted the urge to smash her eardrums, rubbed her auricles, and spoke harshly.
"Of course it's...burning books and trapping scholars."
The next moment, the girl made a hand gesture with her fingertips, and five lights leaped around her palms.
"boom--"
The twelve fires corresponded to the five lights, attacking the books everywhere at the same time.
Fire rose from the ground, and in an instant the entire second floor of the Black Tower was like a colorful purgatory. Among them, the "red fire" was particularly excited, with scattered pages flying all over the sky.
The powder of Brahma falls with colorful sparks in the heat wave.
All the Confucian cultivators were stunned.
The difference between the world of cultivation in the past and the current world is that there is no Qin Shihuang? There are Confucian cultivators who appear, just because someone has realized similar thoughts as in another world and takes the name of Confucianism.
To put it bluntly, this Confucianism cultivator is no better than a Confucianism cultivator.
These old men blinked and looked at the colors in the sky. The black and white ink stains gradually looked monotonous and boring.
"This...she burned the book?"
"Our ledger...is gone?"
"It should be...it doesn't make sense, but how can I feel...the scenery in this tower is just like the night sky of the Li Dynasty?"
"At that time... we pretended to be mortals, gained fame and entered the court, and once we were appreciated by the new emperor, we held the Immortal Sun beside the new emperor, and embraced the world's fireworks..."
"This, this, this... I am a naughty child, how can I burn books... My child, you..."
For a moment, all the old Confucian cultivators looked at the wonderful scenery in the sky with mixed feelings in their hearts.
The Confucianism cultivator was originally one person, but because of the resentment and knots in his heart, he turned into a hundred people. The next moment, the hundreds of people disappeared in the interplay of light and shadow, leaving behind a rather lonely old man.
The old man's eyes were always looking at the "Fire Trees and Silver Flowers" in the sky, his mouth was pursed into a straight line, and there were tears shining in his eyes. Sometimes he was illuminated by the fire, reflecting this strange scene.
The girl in colorful clothes noticed that the atmosphere around her was slightly relaxed. It was different from the usual stuffy breathing there, and she guessed that she might have removed her clone.
She couldn't help but hold her blind stick tightly, ready to "draw the knife" at any time.
The old man's eyes gradually moved towards Jiang Su and he walked slowly to her side.
"You... do you know that now that you have burned these account books, firstly, I cannot use this to test you, and secondly, you have lost an opportunity to learn from me."
The old man's voice is particularly mature and steady, and it is easy to hear his gentleness and reasonableness, which is the temperament of a scholar.
Jiang Su didn't take it seriously, like a stubborn and rebellious boy. She twitched the corner of her mouth and said, "What do you want me to do to test me? Isn't this your own knot in your heart?"
The old Confucian monk was startled for a moment, then his expression softened and he said amiably: "Smart, smart! I like a smart boy like you! Come on, girl, I will tell you a way to understand the true meaning of arithmetic in an instant.
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"In the future, you will have countless medical clinics and thousands of account books, so you will know everything clearly and clearly."
As the old man spoke, he shook his head and squinted his eyes slightly. The more he looked at Jiang Su, the more satisfied he became.
When the girl heard his words, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly.
"You're thinking too much. I don't have countless medical clinics. It's harder for medical clinics to make money than pharmacies. I only have one."
"Instead of thinking about this, why not just give me a way and let me go to the third floor."
Jiang Su was thinking about going out.
If it is true as Liu Buyin said, there are many people outside saving him, then there must be a way to defeat this friend and chop down the ninth floor. It is just a matter of time. Maybe the young senior sister...
Wang Jia is also waiting for him outside...
If I haven't reached the ninth floor by then...
"Trouble." The girl cursed lightly.
The old Confucian cultivator smiled, grabbed her hand while she was not paying attention, and pulled her to his side with a thousand pounds of force.
The next moment, he slapped the girl's head hard with his palm.
"Snapped--"
It's like the sound of a melon being slapped.
"What?!"
Jiang Su touched the blood that was slowly dripping from his forehead, and the fishy smell filled his nose.
next moment……
The old Confucian monk opened her skull and dug his fingertips into her brain.
Faint golden runes fell from his fingertips onto Jiang Su's head.
But Jiang Su was now so shocked that he couldn't move due to the pain that opened his Tianling Cap, and his limbs felt like they were filled with lead.
"Humph, at such a young age, what can you do if you don't learn? I will personally send you Lao Chen's lifelong magic to the edge of the sea of consciousness. You must learn it even if you want to learn it! You must learn it if you don't want to learn it!"
The old Confucian cultivator covered Jiang Su's skull again, picked up the girl's collar, and dragged her on the ground to a corner on the second floor.
The stairs suddenly took on a real form.
He opened the confinement on the second and third floors, threw Jiang Su up, turned around and walked back to the square table where he had forced her to read the account book.
He said to himself: "Old man, I now have an apprentice."
…
In the black demonic air floating next to Jiang Su, a few black lines disappeared silently into it.
She didn't know the comparison.
Jiang Su felt a splitting headache, as if knowledge was forcibly breaking through her brain to make her remember it.
She lay on the ground, covering her head with a painful expression, and almost every part of her body was shaking.
"What... is this the monster imprisoned in the Black Tower? Does it have anything to do with whether I learn or not? It's too strange..."
With a hoarse voice, she sighed softly and calmly: "It turns out that the pain in the sea of consciousness is like this..."
"Has Fang Zhe always been suffering like this?"
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Outside the Black Tower.
The red-clothed monk once again slashed at the crack on the ninth floor with his killing blow. Countless Arhats turned into Dharma forms and stepped forward to resist his knife with their bodies.
Set off bursts of buzzing——
Taking this opportunity, Wang Jia was light and flexible, holding a white sword and directly stepped on their dharma images to climb up to the ninth floor of the black tower.
Without hesitation, he directly inserted the sword into the crack, and used his body to drive the sword, twisting and scratching the vertical crack, until it broke into a round mouth.
The black tower vibrated violently at the right time, emitting a whine like a cuckoo.
"ah--"
The next second, a white mist suddenly ran out from the gap under the sword, jumped over everyone, and flew into the sky.
Originally, the atmosphere of Zhenmo Temple was bright and sunny, the sounds of fighting with swords, guns, swords and halberds were crisp and clear, and the crowds were excited to watch.
Now a heavy fog suddenly filled the air, everything became blurry, and everyone was talking a lot.
"What is this? Why can't I see anything? Is this fog?!!"
"Is this a fighting technique or a talisman formation? How come it blocks the sky and the sun? Is it done by the monks or these rescuers?!"