"Master, what else are you thinking about? Hurry up and agree!"
Scarab urges.
This is a saint. If he wants to accept you as his disciple, how can you be so reserved?
Kowtow quickly.
After passing this village, there is no such shop.
In Kyushu, China, teachers are respected and the spirit of learning is strong. Being able to work under a famous teacher is what every student longs for most.
How many people are there in the world?
And how many Yasheng are there?
Therefore, being able to worship under the disciples of a seven-star or eight-star famous teacher is everyone’s greatest wish in this life. As for the nine-star sub-sage?
You have to be asleep to daydream.
Sun Mo took a deep breath and refused: "I'm sorry, I don't know you well."
"Master, have you lost your mind? This is a saint. His thighs are so thick that you can hug him and curse His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty in front of his face. He doesn't dare to do anything to you. Why are you so stubborn?"
The scarab was in a hurry.
"It was my oversight!"
Saint Wan Ye curled his lips: "Let me introduce myself. My name is Teng Wan Ye. I am good at botany, herbal medicine, alchemy, etc. I am also proficient in poison, puppetry, beast control, and some miscellaneous studies and practices.
This is the magical skill of Ten Thousand Leaves of Green Traces, a top-notch holy-level skill."
"Master, you have also studied the subjects that others are good at. If you follow them for further study, you can definitely go further!"
The scarab is blowing the wind again.
What Teng Wanye calls "good at" and "proficient" is called humility. The former is definitely at the level of a grand master, while the latter is still at the master level no matter how bad it is.
As for the subjects not mentioned, they are dabbled in, just specialized in. In the eyes of saints, they are not worth mentioning.
"Thank you saint for your love, please forgive me for refusing!"
Sun Mo bowed slightly this time.
Because Teng Wanye is one of the three saints of Dark Dawn. He has a distinguished status and is extremely elusive. Not even the saints know much about him, but now, they have told him.
This is indeed the sincerity of wanting to accept him as his personal successor.
Unfortunately……
I don't like you as a person.
"That's regretful."
Teng Wanye looked at Sun Mo with a somewhat disappointed expression.
Ordinary people die, and when they still remember their children and grandchildren, they are truly dead, without even a trace of their existence in this world.
Of course, ordinary people don't have any spiritual pursuits, and they will die when they die.
But famous teachers are different.
Famous teachers hope to spread their knowledge all over the world, especially those who are qualified to write books and commentaries, and they also hope to pass on their knowledge.
Such is the case with Manyo Sage.
His knowledge is so profound that it cannot be obtained by a non-genius student, so he cherishes Sun Mo.
This is just like those kings and heroes in ancient times. After catching a peerless beauty, they were always not allowed to kill her, but instead kept her in the harem.
For famous teachers, students with outstanding talents are their "beauties".
Conquering talented students and having them kneel in front of them respectfully and listen to your sincere teachings will give famous teachers a greater sense of accomplishment than killing them physically.
So Teng Wanye flicked his finger.
call out!
A green seed, the size of a fingernail, flashed past and was imprinted on Sun Mo's eyebrows.
Click! Click!
The seeds came into contact with the skin and immediately sprouted. More than a dozen roots grew out and wrapped around Sun Mo's head. Then they suddenly exerted force and strangled him.
"It's over, I'm going to die."
The scarab was in despair.
Why are there always some people, such as Sun Mo, who are not afraid of death?
Sun Mo's head was like a watermelon caught in a net bag. It was contracted so hard that it was about to burst. But with a snap, those roots suddenly merged into the skull.
Except for some strangulation marks, nothing wrong can be seen at all.
"It looks like a 'seed', but it's actually a kind of worm. If I plant it in your mind, it will release the knowledge it carries. You have to learn it. If you understand it, you can survive.
If you can't understand it, you will be killed by the poisonous insects and your brain will explode."
Tengwanye science popularization.
This is the trial he set for Sun Mo. If Sun Mo dies, it means that he is a mediocre person. If he survives to the end, then it is worthy of him to overcome all difficulties and accept him as his disciple.
"But he shouldn't survive to the end, right?"
Teng Wanye didn't hold out much hope, because over the past few hundred years, he had planted more than three hundred seeds, but there were only three survivors. You must know that those were the most amazing and talented people.
Each one of them is a talented rookie ranked in the top three on the list of famous teachers and heroes.
Sun Mo's brain felt like a lot of water had been poured into it, making it uncomfortable.
Teng Wanye glanced at Murong Mingyue and didn't kill her. She was a great master of puppetry who was still relatively niche. It would be a pity to kill her.
"Live well, I hope you can bring puppetry into new areas!"
Teng Wanye floated to the unconscious Wanyanmei without stepping on the ground. After a general inspection, he clicked and flicked his fingers.
Green seeds entered Wanyanmei's body one after another, then took root and sprouted, releasing a large amount of life essence.
Wan Yanmei's body lit up with a green light, and her injuries were quickly repaired.
After doing all this, a huge vine suddenly grew under Teng Wanye's feet and wrapped around his body. Then with a snap, it exploded into leaves all over the sky, flowing with brilliant colors, and Teng Wanye disappeared.
"Woooooo, master, we survived."
The scarab burst into tears. Although the master's head was poisoned by worms and he might die in the future, it didn't matter. At least he was alive now.
Enjoy every day.
But the master's talent is really amazing, and even a saint appreciates it so much.
But Sun Mo looked at the messy Dragon Heart Hall, looking at the broken corpses and flesh and blood, and he didn't feel the slightest bit happy.
Who would have thought that this would be the final result?
"My dragon soul, I lost it before I even warmed it."
Sun Mo sighed.
"Sun Mo, stay quiet."
A voice suddenly resounded in Sun Mo's mind, causing him to raise his brows and become excited, but he immediately suppressed it forcefully.
"Weren't you captured?"
Sun Mo was curious because it was Dragon Soul who spoke.
"I was taken away, but we signed a contract using the psychic language. My soul can temporarily attach to your body."
Dragon Soul explained.
It has been imprisoned for so many years and has learned a lot. Although it was very powerful and domineering just now, its real soul has long been shrunk in Sun Mo's body.
Even if you beat him to death, he won't come out.
Unexpectedly, this caution allowed him to escape disaster.
"I have to absorb some more of your life essence, otherwise I will die. Please bear with me for now."
The dragon soul spoke out just to have breakfast. Otherwise, with its cautiousness, it would have to wait for ten days and a half, and the Saint of Many Leaves would never show up again.
What if someone lurks in the dark and discovers me?
Fortunately, Sun Mo's nerves were relatively strong and there were no flaws in his expression.
Sun Mo suddenly felt a little excited about regaining what he had lost.
The presence of the dragon soul means that the Great Wilderness Dragon Scripture is present. This wave is not a loss!
At this moment, rapid footsteps sounded outside the hall.