Hey, it's all right! Long Wu was overjoyed, and carefully tried to open the wooden box, but it didn't move.
"Didn't you eat, work harder." Gao Weihu reprimanded.
Long Wudang boldly grabbed the lid of the box and turned it upwards forcefully, but even with all his strength, the wooden box still didn't move at all.
"Let me try." Gao Weihu snatched the wooden box from Long Wudang's hand, shouted loudly, and tried to open the lid, but his face turned red, and the wooden box remained motionless.
Afterwards, Galway Tiger threw the wooden box on the ground, stomped and stomped it, and finally took out the big hammer and smashed it, but the wooden box was still not damaged at all.
"Successful, the officiant has succeeded!" Long Wudang cried with joy.
Mu Hanyan glanced at Long Wudang. He had successfully learned the sealing technique handed down by the Long family's ancestors. I don't know why he was so happy.
She didn't know Long Wudang's previous despair, let alone the joy of his remaining life after the catastrophe.
Gao Weihu sat on the ground panting, looking at Mu Hanyan with a strange gaze. He has absolute confidence in his aptitude, especially his talent in the art of sealing. Even several old priests in the Temple of Life who are proficient in this art are full of praise for him. But when compared with Mu Hanyan, he realized that he was just a frog in a well.
No wonder Long Wudang and Ou Zhiming were holding back in her hands one after another. The new Huayu chief priest is really not to be underestimated.
Thinking of those family members who wanted to put him to death, and thinking of the life-and-death struggle that he would face in half a year, Gao Weihu's eyes on Mu Hanyan gradually became hotter.
After learning the method of sealing, it will be much easier to learn the corresponding method of breaking the seal. Long Wudang just explained it roughly, and didn't even demonstrate it. Mu Hanyan easily broke open the seal on the wooden box. seal.
Mu Hanyan practiced a few more times, and no matter if the seal was broken, it was easy and there was no difficulty at all.
Long Wudang next to him was stunned. He had been learning the ancestral sealing technique since he was a teenager, and it has been more than ten years now. After practicing for so many years, he rarely had a chance of success. Learning will be as easy as playing.
Looking at Mu Hanyan's skilful and light technique, Long Wudang suddenly doubted his own IQ.
"I remember you said that Long Wucuo added many seals to the Chaos Sword. Do you know anything else?" Mu Hanyan asked.
"The others are all evolved from this technique. There are twelve kinds in total, and they are even more subtle and mysterious. I'll show you later." Long Wudang shook his head, and stopped thinking too much to avoid blowing himself to pieces. .
Seeing Long Wudang's so-called twelve exquisite and mysterious changes, Mu Hanyan almost fell to the ground. These changes are not even comparable to the martial arts evolved from the Eight Desolation God, and he dared to Talk about subtle and mysterious.
Not only did Long Wudang himself doubt his IQ, but Mu Hanyan was a little suspicious too.
Once Long Wudang's demonstration was over, without his explanation, Mu Hanyan made hand moves one by one, adding seals one after another, and blessing them on the wooden box.
Even though he had already reminded himself that people are more popular than Mu Hanyan, but seeing the flickering and blurred seal runes, Long Wudang was still sad, and he was speechless for a long time with his mouth open.
"Okay, let's play with it." Mu Hanyan casually threw the wooden box to Long Wudang, not interested in working on the seal anymore.
Those dozens of changes are simply extremely crude, as long as one learns the most basic sealing method, it is easy to master, and only Long Wudang's IQ will find it subtle and mysterious, and she has no mood to waste her energy.
"Nothing? Then I'm going back?" Long Wudang said to Mu Hanyan cautiously.
"Do you think it's as simple as learning the art of sealing when I ask you here?" Mu Hanyan glared at Long Wudang. Although this guy's IQ is not high, he's not stupid either. How could he not know what his real purpose is? Simply pretending to be stupid.
"Master Officiant, I know you want to disrupt the Divine Sword, but the Long family is heavily guarded, and Long Wucuo regards the Divine Sword as his lifeblood. If he is not around during the day, there will be a dozen of his cronies who take turns guarding it. When he came back, he would take care of it himself. Even his closest concubine was not allowed to step into his room without his order. Even if you learned the ancestral seal of my Long family, it would be useless, and you would have no chance to do anything. "Long Wudang said with a sad face. Even Mu Hanyan made his words so clear that he couldn't pretend to be crazy anymore.
"Nonsense, if it weren't for the strict security, why would I ask you? You find a way to lure people away. I came to my Huayu Temple twice to make trouble, and the few guards who were injured by you are still injured. I will pay for this. I haven't figured it out with you yet, but you dare to instigate Long Wucuo to make things difficult for me. If this matter is not handled properly, don't blame me for being rude to you." Mu Hanyan said without arguing.
Long Wudang looked at Mu Hanyan sadly. The guards who were injured by him were not seriously injured. He paid money twice successively, and the coffin was almost gone. No matter how serious the injury was, it should be healed Well, they are still not healed, Mu Hanyan is clearly relying on him now.
What was even more exasperating was the matter of Long Wucuo. He made it very clear that Long Wudang and Ou Zhiming were in collusion, so it was still on him.
"Master Officiant, Long Wucuo is asking you for trouble because of Ou Mingzhi. It really has nothing to do with me. He actually wished for me to die. You don't know, he has repeatedly plotted against me in the past few years. If it weren't for my luck I have been a useless person for a long time, why do I go around making troubles, and getting a dirty reputation as Mr. Longyang? Isn't it just to let him relax his vigilance. How can he and Ou Zhiming be counted on my head?" Wudang couldn't help but said.
Mu Hanyan had the final say on whether the injured guards were good or not, and he had no way of arguing, but he didn't want to take the blame for Long Wucuo.
"If you say that it has nothing to do with you, then it has nothing to do with you? Do you think I will believe it? Also, it is a matter of course that father's debts are repaid by brothers and brothers. What about brother?" Mu Hanyan sneered disapprovingly.
Seeing many brothers fighting among wealthy families, she actually believed Long Wudang's words. After all, this guy's ninth-level god priest's cultivation base is not fake. It doesn't quite match, and it is very likely that it is really under the pressure of Long Wucuo to pretend to be depraved.
However, she still wants to use Long Wudang, even if she has some sympathy, she will never show it.