"Master Priest, are you reasonable or not?" Seeing that he was about to be cornered by Mu Hanyan, Long Wudang was a bit desperate.
"Reason? Baby Ling, talk to him about reason." Mu Hanyan winked at Baby Ling.
"Okay, I like reasoning the most." Baby Ling walked towards Long Wudang holding the tortoise shell, the smile on his face was so gentle and friendly, so harmless to humans and animals.
Ever since he discovered that the Tyrannical Dragon Armor was immune to magical damage, Ling Baobao was completely confident, and his violent blood was ignited by this.
When he was in the Holy Land, who could he bully with his level of cultivation? When he met a slightly stronger swordsman, he could only be tortured. After coming to the God’s Land, he got a sword that is immune to magic damage. Under the Dragon Armor, things turned upside down immediately, priests with average strength would only be beaten if they met him.
"Okay, I promise you, can't I think of a way?" Long Wudang had seen the magic of Tyrannical Dragon Armor, and immediately softened and said in a crying voice.
Although surrendering to Mu Hanyan is likely to be a dead end, even if it is death, it will be something later, and maybe he won't die, but when Ling Baobao makes a move, he will soon be worse than death.
Compared with death or not necessarily dying, life is worse than death, so he chose the former wisely.
"Sigh, people don't like reasoning anymore." Baby Ling put down the Tyrannical Dragon Armor regretfully.
The storage bracelet that Galway Tiger kindly presented was on his wrist, but this guy still likes to run around with a tortoise shell on his shoulders, which feels very cool.
"Don't think I'm going to harm you. An enemy's enemy is a friend. I don't think you want to be trampled by Long Wucuo all your life, never to be able to make a comeback, do you? Teach Long Wucuo a lesson, as long as you are willing to make me your friend, I will do my best to help you ascend to the position of young master of the Long family." Mu Hanyan didn't want to see Long Wudang half-hearted, hit him with a stick, and passed it on smoothly. A sweet date passed by.
After hearing Mu Hanyan's words, Long Wu's heart skipped a beat.
If it was the past, he would only sneer at Mu Hanyan's words, and he would never know when it was a mere flower rain temple, so who would care about Mu Hanyan, the priest.
But he has suffered at the hands of Mu Hanyan more than once, and he has also witnessed the earth-shaking changes in the Huayu Temple since Mu Hanyan became the chief priest, and even witnessed the scene where she slashed Xiang Qiuzhao with his own eyes. The awe of Mu Hanyan has long been engraved in his heart. And the heaven-defying aptitude that Mu Hanyan showed when he learned the ancestral sealing technique of the Long family made him even more astonished.
He didn't even dare to imagine how much development potential Mu Hanyan has, and how much attention the Huayu Temple will attract in the future. If he can get her support early, he will become the young master of the Long family by himself Long Wucuo stomped on his feet, and it seemed that there was great hope.
Thinking of this, Long Wudang was not as sad as before, and a look of excitement gradually appeared on his face.
"How about Mr. Long?" Seeing the change of expression on Long Wudang's face, Mu Hanyan knew that this guy was tempted, and she thought of wooing Long Wudang, so she spoke more politely.
"Thanks to the Lord Priest, I will do my best for this matter." Long Wudang said to Mu Hanyan with his hands clasped, his heart becoming more and more enthusiastic.
If Gao Weihu looked at Mu Hanyan meaningfully, he first knocked down with a big stick, and then a sweet date to soothe people's hearts. It seems that this priest's skills in winning people's hearts are also very good.
Gao Weihu has lived in Tianyang City for a long time, secretly inquiring about news, and knows a lot about the children of various priest families in Tianyang City. Long Wudang is the son of Long Aoli, the chief priest of Tianyang, and he pays more attention to his character. I understand it very well, looking at his burning eyes, I also know that this guy, like himself, has also been dragged onto a pirate ship.
"This is for you." Galway Tiger handed over two masks.
Although this mask is not too delicate, it does not have too many flaws at first glance. It is obviously much better than those donkey-headed horse masks yesterday. The product of fun seeking psychological balance.
"When will we do it?" Mu Hanyan took the mask and asked Long Wudang.
"Wait until evening, I'll think about it later." Long Wudang said.
Mu Hanyan nodded and said nothing more. Since this guy has already agreed to board the pirate ship, how he thinks of it is his own business, and she doesn't need to talk too much, anyway, he can't escape if something goes wrong.
I thought it would take a lot of time to solve the seal, but I didn't expect it to be so easy. There was still a lot of time before dark, so Mu Hanyan was not idle, and calmed down to think about Bahuang Shenyun.
The Bahuang Shenyun she learned is actually a set of formations. Although it can be reversed like Jiutian Xingluo and Xingluo Bahuang, it is not so easy after all, so her Bahuang Shenyun is not perfect, and she can't do it at all. It takes constant deliberation and practice to bring out the true power of it.
Bahuang Shenyun kept pushing in his mind, time passed quickly, and before he knew it, night fell.
"Is it almost time?" Mu Hanyan raised his head and asked Long Wudang.
"Don't worry, Long Wucuo may not be back at this time, you should memorize this first." Long Wudang handed over a piece of paper.
"What is this?" Looking at the messy ink marks, Mu Hanyan asked in confusion.
"I drew the map of the Long family for a day, and I finally drew it." Long Wudang said triumphantly.
"Are you really sure this is a map?" Mu Hanyan had seen this guy lying on the table writing and drawing for a whole day, and didn't bother to ask. Only now did he know that he was drawing a map, but it was like a ghost drawing Well, it's really a map.
"Why not, this is the meeting hall, this is the main house, this is the outer courtyard where the servants live, this is the outer courtyard, this one is my courtyard, and the third one next to it is Long Wucuo's residence." Wudang pointed to the pile of ghost symbols and said.
"The teacher who taught you how to read and draw probably died very early?" Mu Hanyan asked thoughtfully.
"How do you know?" Long Wudang looked at Mu Hanyan in surprise. Unpredictable oracle, he even knew this, Mr. Long was once again shocked by Mu Hanyan.
A few black lines stood up on Mu Hanyan's forehead, and he really made himself right. This guy's teacher did die early. God knows she just wanted to complain.
With Long Wudang's guidance, Mu Hanyan finally kept the ghost drawing talisman... oh no, the map in his heart.
"You wait outside the wall of the courtyard where I live first. I will find a way to distract the guards later, and then set a fire in the house. When you hear the movement, do it immediately." Long Wudang said.