"Wait a minute." Yan Mo rubbed his face, "You want me to be your disciple?"
"Yes." The old man thought that Yan Mo was overjoyed, and was confirming with him.
"I passed all your tests?"
"right."
"But you haven't passed my test yet."
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The huge space suddenly became extremely quiet.
The old man stared at the older man opposite him in disbelief, pointed to his nose, and asked uncertainly, "You want to test me?"
Yan Mo shrugged his shoulders in a western style, "You said you were the greatest cursed wizard in the world, but you didn't even notice the curse on me."
The old man was anxious and slapped the table angrily, "That's a curse from God, how can I see it? I'm a human, not a god!"
"Then what if it's a human curse? Are you sure you can see it and lift it?"
"Of course! There won't be a cursed wizard more powerful than me in this world!"
There was suspicion in Yan Mo's eyes.
The old man grabbed his skirt and said viciously: "I repeat, I am the most powerful and greatest curse wizard in the world. As long as it is a human being or an intelligent creature, no one can compare with me in curse power!"
Yan Mo calmly pushed away the old man's fingers one by one, "I need proof. I am also a very powerful wizard, I think I have already proved this to you, and I want to let such a powerful wizard like me To become a disciple, you must prove to me that you are really capable than me."
Not only was the old man not angry when he heard this, but he let go of Yan Mo's skirt, and said proudly: "You are right, I have requirements for you, of course you can also have conditions for me, I will convince you, Tell me, how do you want me to prove it?"
"I have a guardian warrior. He was cursed when I was fighting with other cursed wizards. Although I almost won the battle, I still couldn't completely lift the curse on my guardian warrior. , I can’t even see what’s going on. I’ll take you to see him, if you can tell what curse he has and can completely remove it, I believe you are better than me, and I am willing to be your disciple, and I will give you You will die in old age."
The old man nodded his nose and snorted coldly: "Boy, your purpose is not to see how powerful I am, but to let me lift the curse on your guardian warrior, right?"
"No matter what my purpose is, the result is the same. I can't just recognize someone as a master. Inheritance and acceptance of inheritance are very serious things. If you can lift the curse of my warrior, I will be happy, and I will I respect you, and my people will respect you as my master. If you can't, why should I worship you as my teacher."
The old man scratched his disheveled hair, and asked suddenly: "What do you mean by Master and retirement?"
"You don't understand?" Yan Mo was surprised. One of his abilities is to make others understand his own words. Even unfamiliar words can be directly replaced with understandable words in his mind. Why did the old man ask him these two words? What does the word mean
"I have never heard such a vocabulary."
"Oh, those are some dialects of my family. Uh, a dialect is the unique language and pronunciation of a certain tribe or place. Although we all use a common language, each tribe always has its own language habits and pronunciation. For example, our pronunciation is actually different."
"So what exactly do you mean by Master and retirement?" The old man actually already understood it in his mind, but he just wanted Yan Mo to explain it again.
Yan Mo had no choice but to explain to him: "Master is the person who teaches students knowledge, self-cultivation, life and other inheritance. He is a person who has the same status as his father and even more important than his father. The end of the pension is when you are old and sick. , Tired, sad, trouble, I will take care of you, serve you, help you solve the trouble, not let you alone, not let you be troubled by trouble. When you return to the embrace of the mother god one day, I will I will accompany you until you close your eyes. I will dispose of your body according to your last words. After that, whenever my family sacrifices the souls of ancestors, I will also sacrifice to you. Not only me, but my disciples will also sacrifice to you in the future As a patriarch, as long as my lineage continues, I will sacrifice to you for thousands of years, so that your reputation will last forever."
The old man was so excited when he heard it, he couldn't wait... He had already rushed forward and grabbed Yan Mo's hand again, "Where is your guardian soldier? Take me to see! I will let you know how powerful Master is later, Jie Jie Jie!"
Yan Mo blinked, "Can you tell me where we are now?"
"Under the Black Earth City Temple..." The old man also blinked.
"Is this the most dangerous place and the safest?"
The old man patted his thigh, "That's a good summary! I've been here for five years, and those idiots haven't noticed me. Let's go, don't waste time, take me to meet your guardian warrior. I won't live long, I have to Hurry up and teach you all the inheritance, heck, you will give me retirement, right? Let your disciples sacrifice to me, right?"
"If you become my master."
"I must be your master. No one can be your master except me. Whoever dares to rob me, I curse his whole family and blood!"
Master is mighty! Yan Mo laughed and climbed off the table tremblingly.
The old man felt heartbroken seeing him like this, why did he accept a disciple who was older than him? Can this kid recover in the future
Yan Mo was in a very happy mood, "How do we get out of here?"
The old man quickly jumped off the table, "Go back the same way. At that time, those idiots only planned to imprison me for a year. Later, when I was moved to the third floor, they forgot about me. I can go out whenever I want. "
When he thought of going back, he would have to bend down and climb for another three hours, Yan Mo's happy mood was immediately discounted, "Then how do you come back here? Climb back from the cell again?"
"Idiot! Of course I have another way. Let's go, don't dawdle." The old man was more anxious than him.
Through the jailer, the old man successfully canceled his account in the cell and left the cell where he had lived for five years under the leadership of his "relatives".
I went out before dawn, and it was past noon outside now.
As soon as he came out of the prison, Yan Mo saw Yuan Zhan's figure flashing at the intersection, but in order not to attract the attention of the jailer, Yuan Zhan did not approach the prison door.
The two old men helped each other to the intersection, and Yuan Zhan came to greet him.
Yan Mo was a little sorry to see that this person had waited until now, it was seven hours, not seven minutes.
Yuan Zhan seemed to be in an unusually good mood, so Yan Mo couldn't help but glance at him again and again.
The old man threw away Yan Mo's arm in disgust, and handed him over to Yuan Zhan, "Boy, you'd better not lie to me, if you want me to know that you died earlier than me, I'll..."
"I still have four disciples, the oldest is only thirteen, and the youngest is only about four years old. I have carefully selected them all, and I have reserved two more powerful ones in the future."
The old man changed his words smoothly, "You haven't told me which city and which tribe you are a witch from?"
"Nine originals."
"Jiuyuan? I've never heard of that small tribe in a corner!" The old man's eyes fell on Yuan Zhan's face, and his eyes narrowed.
Yan Mo deliberately did not say that Yuan Zhan was the cursed person, but confused: "My people are all in the Baibuying."
The old man smiled strangely, "Boy, is this your first test for Master and me? The light of this big man's soul has been cursed to turn blood red, even if he is not as good as my cursed wizard, he can still see it."
Yan Mo really wanted to ask the light of the soul how to look at it, and how to distinguish whether it was cursed or not, but he held back, he was afraid that the old man would turn around and leave immediately if he knew that he could not curse at all.
"We'll talk about it when we go back." Yuan Zhan said, squatting down, letting Yan Mo climb on his back. There was snow and trampled ice on the road, so he walked faster with his back on his back.
Yan Mo was not too polite, he is an old man now, and there is no shame in being carried away.
A real old man, a certain cursing master said that he is not envious or jealous at all, his legs and feet are so good that no one needs to carry him at all, besides, there are many people who want to compete to carry him, so he doesn't care.
Seeing that the leader and priest had returned safely, all the people in Jiuyuan breathed a sigh of relief.
Everyone was very curious about the old man who came back with them, but they didn't ask casually.
Yan Mo directly invited people into the inner room, and Yuan Zhan lit torches and a firepit in the room, telling others not to come in to disturb them if they had nothing to do, and then closed the door.
Yan Mo threw an animal skin and three futons on the ground.
The three sat down in a triangle.
"You can see that he is cursed, can you tell what kind of curse he has?" Yan Mo asked as soon as he sat down firmly.
"Of course." The old man looked at Yuan Zhan carefully, then took out a small stone jar from his bosom, and let Yuan Zhan drip a drop of blood from the tip of his left middle finger into it.
The thought of "could this be a trap to get Yuan Zhan's blood" flashed in Yan Mo's mind, and then he laughed at his own thoughts.
He really became afraid of well ropes as soon as he was bitten by a snake. If he really wanted to get Yuan Zhan's blood, all he had to do was challenge him and injure him. A little blood on the weapon was enough.
Seeing that Yuan Zhan took out the bone dagger and was about to scratch his finger, Yan Mo slapped his hand open, pulled out a golden needle, grabbed his finger and poked it, squeezed out a drop of blood and dripped it into the stone jar.
There is a transparent liquid in the stone jar, and Yuan Zhan's blood is immediately rendered when a drop enters it. At first, it is a normal red color. When the old man stirs it with his fingers, the water in the stone jar immediately turns into a deep black red that makes people feel horrified. .
Yan Mo didn't know if it was his own illusion or the light, he actually saw dozens of hundreds of black shadows in the heavy black-red liquid revolving around the red spot in the middle.
"It's really a huge soul power. At least three hundred slaves were sacrificed alive, and they all died tragically. There is also a curse of at least six or seven levels that curses the entire soul of the high priest. This curse is quite strong and has penetrated into every part of your body. "The old man raised his head, "The curser has your blood on his hand? Or did you get the blood of the curser?"
"the latter."
"Whether the former or the latter is very troublesome. People in Wucheng like to roughly divide curses into two categories, one is the rootless curse, and the other is the rootless curse. Rootless curses usually do not have a medium for the cursed person. The root curse can pass through the cursed person and certain parts of the cursed person's body, allowing the curse to take root in the cursed person. What you have is the root curse."
Yan Mo frowned, "It's hard to solve?"
"That depends on who it is to." The old man put his finger into the liquid again, stirred it, pulled it out, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo looked at the old man together.
The old man closed his eyes, as if he was savoring something. After a while, he pulled out his finger and muttered slowly: "Hate...death...killing...crazy...it turned out to be the mad killing curse in the blood curse. The power can destroy a tribe, a city or even more, and this curse can make the cursed lose their sanity gradually during the killing. This familiar method... Jie Jie!"
The old man suddenly smiled slyly, and opened his eyes, "The one who cursed you is actually from Kuipa's lineage. If you have never been to Wucheng, then the person who fought with you last time was the priest of Gaogang City?"
Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan were on guard at the same time, and Yan Mo still had a smile on his face, "Yes, that's him. Do you know him?"
"You said you beat him?"
"It's a draw, but Priest Gao Gang's guardian warrior has become the living dead, while my warrior is still alive."
The old man was dissatisfied, "Forget it, you hadn't become my disciple at that time, it's not surprising that you didn't completely defeat that idiot, next time you must completely defeat him. Remember, as my disciple, you must not lose to Kuipa One line!"
"Quippa is?"
"One of the priests of Wucheng Temple, I hate that person."
It turned out to be the enemy of his future master, which is really great!
The old man squinted, "Although Quipa is a little weaker than me, he is not a cursed wizard to be trifled with. His mind is smaller than the corns on my feet. People in his lineage are also stupid, bad and narrow-minded. You Even if he doesn't completely defeat that brat Gao Gang this time, he will still hate you for the rest of his life, and the curse he put on your warrior is proof. Eh? Wait, this curse will consume all the soul power of the curser, so Gao Gang The cub died?"
Neither Yan Mo nor Yuan Zhan confessed.
The old man doesn't need them to admit, "It's troublesome if you die. Generally, when the root curse is broken, you need a medium for the curse. Here you need the blood of the son of the Gaogang Temple, and the blood. Tsk!"
"Is there no way to lift this curse without the blood of the priest of Gaogang Temple?" Yan Mo was very disappointed.
The old man laughed, "Don't be stupid, any curse can be lifted, it's just the difference between easy and troublesome."
Yan Mo's spirit was shaken, but Yuan Zhan's expression was flat, as if what they were talking about had nothing to do with him.
"Let me tell you about my speculation just now, is it right? Did he fall under the killing spell in the blood curse?" the old man asked proudly.
"You're only half right."
"What? Impossible!"
"I don't have to lie to you about this."
The old man was angry, "What else is the curse content, you say!"
The person involved, Yuan Zhan, remembers it best, and he replied instead: "Priest Gao Gang not only cursed me for losing my sanity during the killing, but also cursed me for killing all my clansmen and bloodlines, and finally being betrayed and dying at the hands of the person I love the most. Unable to return to the Mother God."
The old man curled his lips, "When you become a murderer, you will naturally be betrayed by your own clansmen and confidants, and only those closest to you and least guarded can approach you and kill you. As for whether you can return to your mother God's embrace, you are dead, who cares whether you are picked up or abandoned by the mother god?"
Yuan Zhan's tense body loosened imperceptibly, "You mean that the curse can only curse that I will gradually lose my sanity during the killing, and the latter is only the possible consequences of my becoming a murderer, not something that will definitely happen? "
"If you really become a murderer, you can ask the wizard you guard, will he kill you to save the entire tribe? So there is nothing wrong with saying that the following content is a curse."
Yan Mo took a deep breath, "Sir, I still don't know what to call you?"
The old man stared, "Call Master!"
"You haven't lifted the curse on Ah Zhan yet."
The old man thumped the ground, "It's not that I have no way to solve this curse, but it will take time. You have killed the cursed cub in Gaogang City. There are only two ways to completely remove this curse. First, put Gaogang's cub and Find all the bones of the three hundred slaves he killed, use the power of their souls to appease or suppress or eliminate their soul power, and then burn their bones to ashes and sprinkle them into the flowing water. Finally, use their ashes between the eyebrows to mix with medicine for the cursed to take, and the curse can be lifted."
Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan knew it was not feasible as soon as they heard this method.
The corpses of the priests of Gaogang had been burned to ashes by them, and now they were mixed with other Gaogang people. And the bones of the 300 slaves who died as sacrifices were even more impossible to get. Who knows how Gaogang City handled the bones of the 300 people, even if they could be found, it would take too much time.
Yan Mo had to ask: "What about the second method?"
"The second method is a little less troublesome. Kuipa is a stupid and narrow-minded wizard. In order to control his disciples, he keeps the living blood of all his disciples in his hands. These living blood are stored by secret methods. Even if people die, the blood will not So if you can get Gao Gang's blood from Kuipa, this curse is not difficult to solve. As long as you use those blood to make a puppet to pretend to be Gao Gang's puppet, and let the doll take back the curse, the puppet will definitely be like Shi Shi. The curser himself will be backlashed, and it will be fine to destroy the puppet at the end."
The old man smiled slyly, "The reason why I don't bother is because I know where Quipa hid the live blood."
Yan Mo rubbed his forehead, "Doesn't that mean we're going to Wucheng?"
"As my disciple, you must also go back to Wucheng with me. If you are in a hurry to lift the curse on your warrior, we can start tomorrow."
"No." Yan Mo couldn't get angry with the old man, and explained: "We must participate in this selection for the sake of the tribe."
The old man sneered, waved his hand, and said grandly: "You have become my disciple. As long as I agree, your tribe will become a subordinate tribe of Wucheng. Why bother to fight for the quota of a middle-level city's subordinate tribe?"
"What we want to go to is Tucheng, which is listed as one of the nine upper cities along with Wucheng."
"Is Tucheng better than Wucheng?" The old man was not happy.
Yan Mo was struggling, he still couldn't fully trust the old man, so naturally he wouldn't tell the other party their real purpose of going to Tucheng, but how would they explain it at this time
Yuan Zhan shook Yan Mo's hand, and said calmly but firmly to the old man, "I have a reason to go to Tucheng."
The old man scratched his messy hair in annoyance, and then scratched his messy beard, "What are you going to Tucheng for? How long will it take? This idiot will not be my disciple until I lift your curse, but I'm about to die I don't have that much time to wait for you!"
Yan Mo hugged the old man's arm, "Master! I already feel how great and powerful you are, and I am willing to be your disciple. Look, Ah Zhan's curse..."
The old man immediately changed his words with a happy smile: "Then wait until you have been to Tucheng before going to Wucheng. I will accompany you on the way. If you see anyone who is not pleasing to the eye, Master, I will curse him for you!"
"It's too long, will it affect Ah Zhan?"
"With me here, what are you afraid of? I can't solve it completely. Suppression is not enough. I just teach you on the way, and you can solve it. But this kid has a strange huge energy, and I can't tell whether it is good or bad. , from now on, it's best for this kid to suppress his own ability, don't see blood casually, let alone kill."
The author has something to say: the word "medium" was officially recorded in the Tang Dynasty for the first time. I couldn't find a more suitable word here, so I used it first.