Hong bitter.
The Yi Zhe River Holy Land involves three generations of people: the old, middle and young.
Perhaps it was due to the lack of order in the early days of the Holy Land that the names of the older generation were extremely mixed and not unified.
At the intermediate level, the names start with the character Hong.
As for the younger generation, they are named starting with the character "wu".
Zhang Xuezhou drew a brand.
He couldn't recognize the characters on it that looked like ghostly symbols. With the help of Wuchao's translation, he found out that the owner of this brand was called "Hongku".
"I can't...could you say that?"
Zhang Xuezhou thought about Wu Chao's words and asked doubtfully.
"You guessed it right" Wuchao nodded: "I am also a disciple of Master Hongku. In addition, the Wu Ti who just fought with me is also a disciple of Master Hongku!"
"Then it's just a coincidence that we all got the same sect by drawing lots like this," Zhang Xuezhou said happily.
"It's a coincidence." Wuchao nodded and replied, "But it's not a good thing!"
"how?"
"He hates bringing in new people, especially those who come in waves," Wuchao said, spreading his hands, "He hasn't escaped every time in the past few years. Someone always draws him!"
"There are more than forty brands, three people draw, and they can win every time?" Zhang Xuezhou asked curiously.
"right!"
Wu Chao nodded and began to mention this evil master.
"And this is not the only weird thing that happened to him." Wuchao said with a strange look on his face: "He taught many students, and many students died. I heard that he accepted more than a dozen students, but now there are only three of us left!"
"So miserable?"
Zhang Xuezhou felt that it seemed to be a bit popular among students these days.
The same is true for the student who failed to return, and the same is true for the student named Hongku.
"His name used to be Hong Le. Year after year, he applied to change his name in the Holy Mountain, but nothing changed." Wuchao said, "I heard people talking in the past. They said Master Hong Ku was caught in the spell. Evil, specializes in attacking students!"
"Then can I change the brand?"
Zhang Xuezhou's eyes rolled around.
He and Wu Chao were the only ones in the black stone building. Hearing that Hongku was so evil, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but want to draw another card and find another teacher to teach him.
"Can't change it!"
Zhang Xuezhou asked in a low voice, which immediately made Wu Chao shake his head.
"There is a traction spell on the sign. Whoever takes the sign will be pulled, guiding the perception of the relevant parties. If nothing happens, he will be here soon!"
Wu Chao stretched out his fingers, and he pointed at his five fingers.
A few seconds passed and Wuchao had already bent his next finger.
This made Zhang Xuezhou immediately silence his voice and stop making any small moves.
By the time Wuchao's five fingers bent down in unison, there was already a sound coming from outside the black stone building.
"What blind thing is worshiping the old Taoist disciple again? I have suffered so much, why do you still bother me!"
When the voice fell, an old Taoist with unshaven beard appeared at the door.
The other party was wearing a red robe that seemed to have not been washed for a long time. He had a sad look on his face, and many of his flesh were wrinkled. It looked like he had not smiled for a long time.
Compared to Master Hongyi’s glowing face, Master Hongku is obviously on the other extreme.
Zhang Xuezhou opened his mouth and quickly smiled.
"Teacher, teacher, I am your new student," Zhang Xuezhou said quickly, "My name is Wu Jin, and I am waiting for you here with senior brother Wu Chao!"
"Ugin?"
The old Taoist glanced at Zhang Xuezhou's face, then focused on Wuchao, and then returned to Zhang Xuezhou's face.
"Han Chinese?" Hongku asked.
"Yes." Zhang Xuezhou nodded and said, "But I was adopted as an adopted son by King Tolkien, and I am already far away from the Han Kingdom!"
"So you belong to that golden toad, no wonder your name is Wu Jin." Hong Ku nodded and said, "Since your destiny is strong enough, you should be able to live under the old Taoist sect for a few more years, so come with me!"
"Fate? What is fate?"
While following the old Taoist, Zhang Xuezhou also asked Wu Chao in a low voice.
"This involves numerology in magic. It's a very strange thing." Wu Chao shook his head and said, "I don't understand the theory of fate, but if you have a good father and a good mother, then you probably have a better fate!"
"Don't say anything you barely understand, lest you make others laugh!"
Stepping at the front, Hong Ku said something dissatisfied.
This made Wu Chao smile awkwardly and stopped talking for a while.
"If a human body can enter the eyes of the Golden Toad Dharma King, this means that the fate is hard." Hong Ku said: "If the fate is not hard, you should be the material for the Golden Toad Dharma King to repair his injuries."
"It's almost the material!" Zhang Xuezhou nodded.
"So your fate is very hard," Hong Ku said: "People with hard fate can live longer under the old Taoist sect!"
"Still can't understand it!"
Wu Chao shrugged and murmured in a low voice, feeling that Hong Ku's explanation was the same as nothing.
The two of them followed Hong Ku, and from time to time, Wu Chao would translate Hong Ku's untranslated words into Chinese to Zhang Xuezhou.
"You can't even understand the words of the Holy Land. How will you practice in the future?"
Relying on the translator Wuchao, Zhang Xuezhou did not have many obstacles to communication.
But his situation obviously made Hongku dissatisfied.
"Starting from today, you will learn 150 words from the old Taoist every day!"
Hongku opened his mouth and mentioned Zhang Xuezhou's first practice in the Holy Mountain, which made Zhang Xuezhou respond quickly.
In the past, he wanted to learn some writing and related things in Chengdu, but before he could rush to study with Jia Zhiyuan, he was caught thousands of miles away by King Jin Chan.
Now that I have moved to another place, the starting point of learning is no different. I still need to learn common sense knowledge.
"Junior brother, come on!"
Wu Chao made a gesture.
Learning 150 words a day sounds easy, but the difficulty lies in continuous learning every day.
People's memories are flawed. On the first day, it was one hundred and fifty. On the second day, perhaps because of forgetting, it was necessary to review at least seventy or eighty characters. Adding on top of that the learning of new characters became laborious. Then on the third and fourth days sky……
There are about 4,500 characters involved in the holy language. Hongku obviously needs Zhang Xuezhou to master the language and characters used by the slaves within a month.
This requirement may seem low, but in fact it is extremely difficult.
This can easily remind Wuchao of the days when he memorized diaries at night.
"You'd better complete what the old master said," Hong Ku said, "I'm old and have a bad temper. Students who are too stupid will suffer!"
“The teacher’s words should be kept in mind by the students!”
Zhang Xuezhou clasped his fists to indicate that he heard clearly.
There are some difficulties in the matter, but compared to his current state, Zhang Xuezhou feels that it is difficult to recite and memorize new words, but it is impossible to complete it.
"You haven't officially started yet, so you don't need to call me teacher. Just be clear about things. All experienced and stupid students..."
Hong Ku was about to warn Zhang Xuezhou a few more words, but then he saw several people gathered at the Black Stone Mansion where he was staying, and they couldn't stop sighing at the door.
"how?"
Hong Ku took a few steps quickly.
"Senior Brother Hongku, you are finally here!"
At the entrance of the mansion, as a red-robed Taoist shook his head and sighed, the crowd of onlookers immediately dispersed, revealing the figure of a young man lying on the ground.
That was Wu Tiao who challenged Wu Chao in the morning.
At this time, Wu Ti's body was stiff, his face turned black, and there was no breathing from his nostrils. He was obviously dead.
Hong Ku poked Wu Ti's nostrils, and his face darkened immediately.
"This stupid thing was killed by scorpion poison. He must have cursed a variety of poisonous scorpions that were beyond his control, which caused the poisonous insects to backfire. I had already expected that he would suffer from this, and I gave him an insect repellent. I played the recorder to save my life, but I didn’t expect that he would still die!”
Hong Ku murmured.
This made Zhang Xuezhou grab the recorder in his pocket.
He didn't expect that just after entering Hongku's door, one of his senior brothers was already dead.
The reason for the other party's death was indirectly caused by them.
