Mo Shidao, who was observing my attitude at any time, noticed the anomaly and hurriedly said.
"President, you look like...? Did you think of something?"
The old fox is amazing, I just show a slight difference, he can guess in the bones, and the level of insight into people's hearts is indeed first-rate!
This is what the old antiques are really good at. Without him, they have too much experience.
This has nothing to do with the level of brain power, it is a skill accumulated over time.
Comparing Wang Tan and Jiang Zihuai, the former is powerful in strategy and layout, while the latter is powerful in observing words and colors. These are completely two different things and should not be confused.
It can't be said that Mo Shidao and other old monsters have insight into the psychology of others, they have more brainpower than Wang Tan, and it is not such an algorithm at all.
These mixed thoughts were in my mind inexplicably, thinking of Wang Tan, and then I thought of Shi Heizang, whom he had talked about with Wang Tan.
This corpse ancestor is no longer in the dojo, and he wandered in the rivers and lakes a few years ago.
No way, the trade between Green Ink City and Shi Heizang that year was to play for me for ten months. After the expiration, he stayed in the dojo for several months, but in the end he could not stay. I hope he will be well outside. .
Similar to Shi Heizang's situation is fellow Lu Daoist.
The time limit agreed with it has also passed. The donkey agreed to follow me for two years and ten days. Now it has already passed the date, but the donkey didn’t ask to leave, so I didn’t make it clear. .
The separate dojos only show kindness to them, and even if they part ways in the end, they hope that each other will be well.
Shi Heizang's walk was expected. He has been trapped in Green Ink City for many years and has the opportunity to be free. Of course, he has to look around. Maybe, in the future, he will return to the branch dojo. No one can tell.
Compared with Shi Heizang's free and easy caress, the most thought-provoking one in the branch dojo at present is the Sword Rakshasa.
She was born in Taixu Tiangong and was a direct disciple of Zhou Jue, but Zhou Jue turned into an ancient mirror, and even led wolves into the room to condone the invasion of other worlds, which made Jian Luosha in an embarrassing situation.
The old antiques of Taixu Tiangong are all controlled by the ancient mirror, which is equivalent to collectively surrendering to the enemy.
That is, the sword Rakshasa had a good luck, because he was not within the sect, so he escaped a disaster. After Zhou Jue’s identity was revealed, the sword Rakshasa was once unacceptable, but she, Meng Yishuang and Yuanbo were assigned to me by the local government. The subordinates can't even think about leaving.
So, Sword Rakshasa has been very depressed in recent years
, Resulting in stagnation of its Taoism.
In my eyes, I am anxious, but I also know that heart disease needs heart medicine. I can only wait for the opportunity to see if I can untie the knot of Jian Raksha.
"Look, it's not easy for me to be the owner of the museum. After worrying about this and worrying about that!"
Shaking his head to drive away the distracting thoughts, the sound was transmitted to Mo Shidao.
"Fifth Elder, I suddenly thought of one thing, back then..."
Simply talked about the secret room of Heijing's cage, and when he mentioned the wooden box covered with sorcery, Mo Shidao had already stared in surprise.
"Does the Sovereign Academy suspect that those formation flags are hidden in the sorcery wooden box?"
He immediately understood my thoughts.
I nodded.
"That's a sorcery that Gong Zhong can't solve, what shall we do?" Mo Shidao thought of this.
After pondering, I responded to him.
"Assuming that those wooden boxes are really flags of formation, then, if you move the wooden boxes to the bat alien beasts, and take them back to the old Xingguan, what will happen?"
As soon as these words were delivered, Mo Shidao was overjoyed in an instant.
"The commander is smart, why didn't I expect this? The formation flag and the formation plate are matched. Once contacted, there will be a reaction. The sorcery on the wooden box can't stop the two things from reuniting after many years. , This is very likely."
He took a shot.
I sneered secretly: "What is unexpected? This guy has thought of it a long time ago, it's nothing more than pretending to be stupid. You can't be too shrewd in front of the leader. This is the workplace code, okay, this old guy used me
However, it is really comfortable. Even if he knows that he is acting, it is his ability to make the famous Mo Shidao pretend to be his grandson, isn't it? "
I smiled and said, "Gao Ming can't talk about it, but you can give it a try. If you fail, you can ask Jiang Zhao again. You have to find the formation flag by digging three feet." He clenched his fists fiercely.
"The lucky stars in the head of the school will surely get what they want."
Mo Shidao, this is an exciting shot.
I am noncommittal.
No words all the way.
Before sunrise, the bat aliens landed in a secluded area near the dojo. The city where Fangnei Gymnasium is located is covered with thick snow and cold wind, and the climate is completely different from that of the old Xingguan. Flying this way, you can directly experience the changing of the four seasons, which is very interesting.
Ten minutes later, more than one hundred people settled in the small villas around the branch dojo, which caused
All the old monsters noticed that after they discovered that it was the Devil's Academy, they secretly transmitted a voice inquiry, and when they learned that the Demon's Academy was under my control, they all congratulated.
There is still some time to go in three days, so they didn't ask anything.
As usual, Ning Yuru did all the chores such as arranging the Master of the Demon Academy.
After I explained the situation, she personally opened the warehouse and lifted the ban.
A large pile of wooden boxes were quietly placed there, with a layer of ash falling on them.
I waved my hand, and the breeze swept across, and the dust on the wooden box was taken away.
Mo Shidao stepped forward, carefully observed the wooden box, and felt the wave of sorcery released from it, terrified and shocked.
"This method is really not like Jiang Zihuai can do. It seems that after we are dispersed, he still has some special fortunes."
He gave this judgment.
Jiang Zihuai is gone, and what he has experienced in the past has become an unsolved mystery.
Mo Shidao didn't have a good way to deal with the witchcraft wooden box. Like Gong Zhong, he didn't dare to violently break it, for fear of hurting the inner utensils.
It takes three days for Miró to move away from the old Xingguan. I can't bring the sorcery wooden box to the test at this time, so I can only wait quietly.
In desperation, a voice was transmitted to the powers, telling them that they had some clues, but there was not enough time, and they had to be extended for a few days.
The big guys all expressed joy after receiving the information, saying that it is a good thing to have a clue. As for the time? Don't worry.
In this way, three days passed quickly.
After nightfall that day, I took Mo Shidao and rode a bat alien animal to the old Xingguan again.
On the back of the bat is the sorcery wooden box.
This time I didn't feel like visiting the mountains and playing water anymore, and it took just over an hour to fly to the sky above the old Xingguan.
Below, the broken old Xingguan appeared unobstructed in the field of vision, and there was no ghost shadow in it.
The ghost and god Miluo really kept his word and moved with his hands.
"Peng, Peng!"
The sudden sound surprised Mo Shidao and I. When we turned to look, we saw the witchcraft wooden box on the back of the bat alien beast dancing.
They bounce endlessly like alive.
"Really reacted!"
I shouted in surprise, and Mo Shidao's eyes were filled with joy.
The wooden box bounced higher and higher. At a certain moment, it bounced out like a spring installed below, and collectively escaped from the back of the bat.
Under the starry night, dozens of wooden boxes slammed down the old Xingguan like a bomb.
(End of this chapter)