"Master, what else are you thinking about? Hurry up and agree!"
Scarab urged.
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 sect 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 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?"
Scarab was anxious.
"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. This is the magical skill of Ten Thousand Leaves Green Traces, a top-grade holy-level skill."
"Master, the subjects that others are good at are also the subjects that you have studied. 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 grandmaster, 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 kindness, please forgive me for refusing!"
Sun Mo bowed slightly this time.
Because Teng Wanye is one of the three saints of Dark Dawn, with a noble status and extremely elusive character. 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 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 their children and grandchildren still remember them die, 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 have students all over the world, especially those who are qualified to write books and commentaries, and they also hope to pass on their knowledge.
This is the case with Manyo Sage.
His knowledge is so profound that it cannot be obtained by any non-genius student, so he cherishes Sun Mo.
This is 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 their 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."
Scarab was desperate.
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 tying 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 Gu insects and your brain will explode.”
Teng Wanye popular science.
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 take action and overcome all difficulties to accept him as his disciple.
"But he shouldn't survive to the end, right?"
Teng Wanye didn't have much hope, because over the past few hundred years, he had planted more than three hundred seeds, but only three survived. You must know that those are 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 in a relatively niche puppetry. It would be a pity to kill her.
"Live well, I hope you can bring puppetry into new areas!"
Without stepping on the ground, Teng Wanye floated to the side of the unconscious Wanyanmei. After a rough inspection, he clicked, 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 splendor, and Teng Wanye disappeared.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Master, we survived."
The scarab burst into tears. Although the master's head was poisoned by worms, he might die in the future, but 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.
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, making him raise his eyebrows and get excited, but he immediately suppressed it.
"Weren't you captured?"
Sun Mo was curious because it was Dragon Soul who spoke.
"I was captured, 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 it to escape.
"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 Wanye Sage would never show up again.
What if someone is lurking 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 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.