Eight hundred and seventieth IX assassination attack
The deputy general manager has a headache, why is there another one who doesn’t mind having too much trouble?
Even if Su Yu leaves, Master Gao also leaves, then who will learn new writing from Junior Brother Qian? This is related to the interests of the Dongtianfu region in Tianya City, how can you act on impulse?
"Why are you following me? Let's discuss the Mu Clan writing with everyone here." said the deputy general manager.
But at this time, Junior Brother Qian's face turned cold: "Sorry, I have changed my mind now. Master Gao, since you want to follow me out, then don't be an eyesore here!"
The deputy general manager was furious. Even if he drove away Su Yu, he also drove away Master Gao, whom he had entrusted with great hope. This, this was simply treating sacrifice as child's play.
Monk Zou's figure flashed and he hurriedly sent a message: "Old Monster Wu, hold it back, don't get angry! Now is not the time to get angry! You can make trouble for this kid later, but don't get angry now!"
The deputy general manager was very angry. It was the first time he felt so useless!
Master Gao, on the other hand, smiled at Su Yu and left the ban in a hurry: "Shopkeeper Su, I have wanted to talk to you for a long time, but I finally found an opportunity. Let's go outside."
Now that things have come to this, everyone can only remain silent.
Junior Brother Qian smiled coldly and waved: "Haha, all the annoying flies are gone. Now it's peaceful. Let's continue."
Master Gao's seat was vacant, and everyone sat closer together.
The middle-aged man in orange robes listened to Junior Brother Qian's explanation very carefully and echoed from time to time. This greatly won Junior Brother Qian's favor and took special care of him.
There were a lot of discussions inside, but outside it was a stormy and cold wind.
The deputy general manager spoke apologetically, then turned into a helpless sigh and waved his hands: "That's fine, you two can share your experiences with each other, so you may not be any worse than them."
After saying that, he entered the restricted area, leaving the two of them alone in the cold wind.
"Shopkeeper Su." Master Gao comforted: "The deputy general manager has his own difficulties. Don't resent him. If you want to blame him, blame us for our incompetence. If we surpass each other in the writing skills of the Wood tribe, the deputy general manager will not let us suffer such cowardice.
Angry."
Su Yu waved his hand: "No problem, let's discuss it on the spot. Time is limited. I will teach you everything I know tonight. How much you can remember depends entirely on the master himself."
Well--
Master Gao was stunned and his face was slightly stiff. He didn't want to see Su Yu being wronged, so he came out to accompany him and teach him some Mu Clan writing he knew.
In terms of knowledge, Master Gao is still very confident. His hard study in recent years has allowed him to understand a lot and he thinks he has a certain level.
Looking back at Su Yu, the news from the sect revealed that he was actually a young man under the age of twenty. He just made a mistake in his cultivation and looked very old.
Being so young and obsessed with martial arts, how can he understand how much Mu Clan writing he has?
I'll just teach him a little bit tonight, maybe he won't lose too badly tomorrow
Unexpectedly, Su Yu said, "I will teach you."
"Haha, let's discuss it." Master Gao gave Su Yu a step down.
Su Yu saw Master Gao's intention and nodded: "Okay, let's discuss it."
The two chose a boulder and used Zhen Qi as a pen to write various Wooden characters in the air.
At first, Master Gao was still able to discuss things with Su Yu, but after a cup of tea, Master Gao was a little surprised to find that this young man seemed to be dabbling in a lot of things, and he knew everything he said about the Mu Clan script.
This impressed Master Gao, and he finally gave up the idea of teaching and turned to real discussion.
But after writing and writing, Master Gao found that he was gradually unable to keep up with Su Yu's thinking!
At the beginning, the two of them could each express a sentence or two, but as they went on, Master Gao became more and more speechless and seemed clumsy.
Later, it was Su Yu who was telling the story all by himself, while Master Gao was listening attentively.
In the end, Master Gao couldn't remember what Su Yu said just by listening to it, so he stopped quickly: "Stop, stop, stop!"
Looking at Su Yu, Master Gao's eyes were full of surprise. What Su Yu was telling was a set of theories. The theory of how to understand ghost characters is just like the pinyin in human characters.
By mastering this theory, any ghost writing will have rules to follow.
He could swear that absolutely no one in Jiuzhou Continent has mastered this theory!
"You..." Master Gao couldn't describe his inner feelings. A twenty-year-old young man had mastered the Mu Clan writing theory that was unprecedented in the entire continent. This intersection of absurdity and reality gave him an unreal illusion.
He suddenly remembered that Su Yu said that he should remember what he said carefully, and how much he could understand was up to him.
That is not the arrogance of youth and ignorance, but the indifferent advice of a master!!
Master Gao was sure that there was no more doubt. He bowed his head to Su Yu in awe and said, "Gao has met the teacher and asked the teacher for advice."
He performed a teacher-student ceremony and took out a jade slip, preparing to record in detail every bit of Su Yu's story.
Su Yu accepted his worship for Yun Yazi.
If Yun Yazi knew about it, he would definitely hope to study it himself and spread the word.
"Let's continue." Su Yu continued to explain what he had learned. At the same time, he talked a lot about the Mu characters, from understanding the pronunciation to the interpretation, almost teaching him step by step.
When the day dawned, Su Yu looked at the sky with regret: "This can only go so far. How much do you know?"
Master Gao felt ashamed and said: "Only less than 10% of what the teacher described."
Su Yu nodded: "10% is already good, not up to the top level, but compared to Junior Brother Qian, it should be much better."
"Thank you very much, teacher, for teaching me and solving my doubts. I am very grateful to my students." Master Gao has been pursuing knowledge all his life. This kind of writing of the Wood people, which humans cannot master, is nothing less than a treasure to him, so he is willing to become his teacher.
Su Yu fluffed his sleeves and stood up: "Don't tell anyone about this matter. If anyone asks, just say it was taught by senior Yun."
Master Gao was puzzled, but he understood that Su Yu had something to hide, and nodded in agreement.
Swish——
At this time, the restriction was opened, and Junior Brother Qian, Lu Chuyi and other Wood Clan writing masters walked out of the stone forest one after another.
Each of them was thoughtful, their eyes flashing with wisdom and confidence, obviously they had gained something last night.
Junior Brother Qian came out like stars over the moon, glanced sideways at Su Yu and the two of them, and said with a smile: "I hope your Scarlet Blood Palace won't hold back too much."
Su Yu seemed to have not heard that Master Gao was a highly respected person and would not use his words to talk to such a person. He stood half a step behind Su Yu without moving.
This subtle gesture caught the attention of Lu Chuyi and the deputy general manager.
Why did the relationship between the two subtly change overnight?
It was just that the sacrifice was about to take place, so they didn't want to think too much about it.
"Get ready to sacrifice now." The deputy general manager and several powerful gods swept all the wood writing masters across countless miles of land and arrived at a desolate desert.
The desert remains with traces of scorching for countless years. At a glance, you can see many scorched ruins buried by sand and dust.
Eons ago, this place was a lush green virgin forest, sparsely visited.
One day, the ancient and evil forest suddenly descended, causing huge flames, destroying millions of miles of forest, and creating a desert.
At the end of the desert, you can clearly see a forest of dim and dead branches.
There is a lingering yellow mist surrounding the woods. Regardless of wind or sand, once you enter the wild forest, you will never come out again.
"An ancient and evil forest?" Su Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the woods. He felt very depressed. The depths of the woods gave him an extremely ominous feeling.
It seems that there is an unknown evil creature deep in the woods.
They were not the first guests to arrive, or rather, they were the guests who arrived much later.
Around the ancient and evil forest, tents of various sizes were densely packed like mushrooms, covering hundreds of miles.
A rough count showed that there were at least millions of people coming, and they were all powerful men above half-immortal level.
Anyone who wants to come here has no ability.
Most of them came to watch the sacrifice, and a small number were staff from the organizers of the sacrifice, who had brought the required spiritual objects for sacrifice in advance.
From heaven and earth spiritual treasures to all kinds of powerful monsters, there are tens of thousands of giant cages filled.
You can smell the amazing spiritual energy emitted by the heaven and earth spiritual treasures everywhere, and you can also hear the uneasy roars of the monsters about to be sacrificed.
The messy scene made Su Yu unconsciously alert.
"Stay close to each other and never leave our encirclement." Monk Zou shouted in a deep voice.
In history, there have been many instances where the Zhongzhou forces took advantage of the chaos to assassinate their Fangmu tribe's writing masters. Of course, they also did similar things in the Dongtianfu area, and everyone.
Under their protection, we finally arrived at the camp prepared in the Dongtianfu area. We were surrounded by our own people, so we could relax a little.
"Okay, all of you go into the tent. There are formations outside. In a short period of time, the mid-term God Lord will not be able to do anything to you." Monk Zou said.
At this time, the man in orange robes got into the tent with a smile and opened the curtain: "Master Qian, please come first."
Such ingratiating, almost flattering behavior made everyone uncomfortable.
Junior Brother Qian enjoyed this kind of treatment very much, especially the title Master Fang Qian was very pleasant to the ear, so he did his part and stepped into the tent first.
Monk Zou and the deputy manager were guarding the tent one after another. When they saw Junior Brother Qian enter, their tense nerves relaxed a little. Junior Brother Qian is the most important person, and accidents can happen to anyone, but not him.
"Okay, you all go in." Monk Zou waved his hand, looking much more relaxed.
"What are you doing, why are you closing the ban, ah!!"
But before he could take a deep breath, suddenly, a heartbreaking scream came from the tent!
The scream appeared suddenly and caught people off guard.
"Not good!" Monk Zou and the deputy general manager's expressions changed at the same time, and they immediately rushed into the tent.
They had clearly checked the tent in advance and found that there were no traps or dangers. What was going on with the screams?
However, when they tried to break in, they discovered that the tent's restrictions had been closed from the inside and were difficult to break open from the outside.
Even if they are seventh-grade divine masters, they still have to spend at least ten breaths of effort!