Beside the muddy ground, all the students felt a chill in their hearts.
In a strange environment, everything seems to be logical, but there is no logic at all.
Master Gao pointed to the trap-like muddy ground and called it a school. Not only did he call him that, he also walked into the mud with his hands on his back and his head held high.
The soft mud did not sink him in. The moment his feet touched the mud, they mutated and grew countless scattering tentacles!
Those densely packed tentacles penetrated his black thousand-layer cloth shoes and woven into two futon-like discs, firmly supporting his short body on the wet mud, preventing him from sinking. Still walking on flat ground in the mud.
He quickly walked to the center of the mud, then turned around to face a group of white-haired students.
He first pointed to Zhang You and said: "Zhang You, why don't you go to the hall first? Go and copy the poem a hundred times and then come back!"
Zhang You's body trembled slightly, and he suddenly raised his somewhat bent back. For a moment, he didn't know whether to be surprised or happy.
Copying poems a hundred times is naturally not a good choice. After all, all his skills are now sealed, and the storage bags and storage talismans he carries cannot be opened. He has neither pen, ink, or paper and inkstones in his hands. In this situation, even if he honestly prepares to copy poems, he really has no way to do it. Pick it up.
And looking at Master Gao's appearance, it didn't look like he would prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstones for him.
In this strange situation, do you really think he is kind?
Zhang You knew that he was in a desperate situation, but he was afraid of comparison in everything.
Compared with the desperate situation of copying poems without paper and pen, compared with the desperate situation of the muddy land in front of me, it seems much gentler.
After all, Master Gao didn't mention any time limit for copying poems, but the mud in front of him was clearly a huge trap!
If all the monks present have not lost their skills, then no one present will be afraid of this mud. But the current situation is that everyone has lost all their skills. Except for their own thinking, they are no different from ordinary mortals——
No, they are even weaker than most mortals.
With all the teeth falling out and gray hair, what can you expect to do with such a body?
In comparison, Song Ciwan seemed to be the youngest among this group of people.
Among them, there was another strange thing that Song Ciwan didn't understand.
I remember that when she fell into the strange situation of Fugui Village, she lost all her skills, so that her face-changing technique failed at the beginning.
Before entering the treacherous land of Fugui Village, she had the face of a strange yellow-faced boy, but after entering the treacherous land of Fugui Village, she changed back to "Song Ciwan" herself!
Now this strange Taoyuan realm has the same suppressive effect on the skills of living people. Song Ciwan's true energy has indeed been suppressed to the point that it cannot be mobilized at all. However, her fetal transformation technique is still able to Can keep it up!
The transformation of the fetus into shape has not been resolved, so "Xin Mian is still Xin Mian", and it does not become "Song Ciwan".
That's weird, isn't it?
Is it because Song Ciwan's current level of cultivation is so high that the mysterious realm's suppression of her is not comprehensive enough, so she missed the opportunity to change her body? Or is it that this strange place is too "smart", so smart that it even has the ability to filter, so it missed her transformation?
In short...it can't be said that the level of this mysterious place is lower than that of the original Fugui Village, right?
Even thinking about it, this is impossible.
Compared with the mysterious paradise in front of you, there may be no comparison between Fugui Village and the mysterious land in front of you!
Song Ciwan had all kinds of thoughts in his mind, all based on the transformation of the fetus into shape, trying to find loopholes in this strange situation.
At the same time, she did not forget to deal with the dilemma at hand.
Walking through the mud, or even stepping in the mud to attend class, is really too difficult for today's monks.
Song Ciwan counted out only three Ancestral Dragon coins and handed them to Xie Yunxiang, saying to him: "Thank you, senior brother, Master ordered us to go back to school, but we were too rough before and couldn't even prepare a futon. Senior brother, you might as well take the money and go to the village to buy some futons and come back..."
She asked Xie Yunxiang to buy a futon. The futon was flat enough and could carry everyone safely through the mud.
But before Song Ciwan finished speaking, Master Gao, who was in the mud in front of him, suddenly glared, and his eyeballs rolled out of his eye sockets!
Yes, this time, Master Gao’s eyes really rolled out of their sockets.
He interrupted Song Ciwan with a scream: "Xin Mian, you still have money! You still have money?"
While screaming, he hurriedly caught a rolling eyeball.
He hurriedly put the rolled eyeball back into his socket, but the other eyeball slipped out from between his fingers, and finally fell straight into the mud below!
Gudong, there seemed to be countless bottomless little mouths in the mud.
As soon as Master Gao's eyeballs fell, they were directly wrapped in countless wet mud, and then quickly collapsed.
In a blink of an eye, a moment, or even a moment of birth and death, Master Gao's eye fell into the bottomless pit of mud and was never seen again.
Master Gao screamed to the sky, and countless tentacles sprouted from his eye sockets. These tentacles rolled and lifted him out of the mud in an instant.
brush!
Master Gao seemed to have teleported to Song Ciwan.
He stared at Song Ciwan with his only remaining eye, and asked: "Do you still have money? You still have money? How much money do you have? Ah! Tell me, tell me clearly, how much money do you have? money!"
The shrill voice was faint and seemed to reverberate through the vast muddy ground like an echo.
An indescribable sense of oppression made everyone present feel tense and their scalps numb.
Song Ciwan gently stroked her heart to calm her heartbeat, and she said slowly: "In reply to Master, the student still has some money."
Some?
How many are some?
In fact, Song Ciwan actually had a lot of Ancestral Dragon coins on his hands.
Through the scale of heaven and earth, she sold Yuanshou Pearl, and one Yuanshou Pearl could be sold for ten Ancestral Dragon Coins.
At first, Song Ciwan sold three longevity beads, and later she killed many monks who came out of Huanming City. Most of the corpses of these monks were taken away by her, and there were more or less Yuanshou Pearls on these people.
Taking at least 21 beads per person as an example, Song Ciwan collected the corpses and finally accumulated more than 200 longevity beads in the scale of heaven and earth!
These yuanshou beads entered the scale of heaven and earth, and could not be taken out except for selling them. Song Ciwan had sold two handfuls in succession before, for a total of twenty-four beads. This was two hundred and forty Ancestral Dragon coins.
Therefore, she actually does not lack the money made by Zulong.
In addition, she still has six sales opportunities today. If necessary, she can sell a few more yuanshou beads. It won't be a problem.
The problem at the moment is that Song Ciwan discovered that the money made by Zulong seemed to be very valuable in this strange land of Taoyuan.
So, how to use these minted money is a big question.
