Chapter 92 Life is hard
Hong Ku.
Yi Zhe River Holy Land involves three generations of people: the old, middle and young.
Perhaps due to the lack of order in the early days of the Holy Land, the names of the older generation were extremely mixed and not unified.
At the intermediate level, the names will all start with the character Hong.
As for the younger generation, they are named starting with the character "wu".
Zhang Xuezhou drew a brand.
He couldn't recognize the characters on it that looked like ghostly symbols. With the help of Wuchao's translation, he learned that the owner of this brand was called 'Hongku'.
"Why don't I...could you say that?"
Zhang Xuezhou asked in confusion as he thought about Wu Chao's words.
"You guessed it right" Wuchao nodded: "I am also a disciple of Master Hongku. In addition, the Wu Ti who just fought with me is also a disciple of Master Hongku!"
"Then it's just a coincidence that we are all lucky," Zhang Xuezhou said happily: "In this way, we can all draw from the same sect."
"It's a coincidence." Wuchao nodded and replied: "But it's not a good thing!"
"What?"
"He hates bringing in new people, especially one after another. "He has to bring in new people." Wuchao spread his hands and said, "He has never escaped in these years. Someone always draws him."
"There are more than forty brands, three people draw, and they can win every time?" Zhang Xuezhou asked curiously.
“Yes!”
Wuchao nodded and began to mention this evil master.
“And there’s more than just this weird thing about him.” Wuchao said with a strange expression: “He taught many students, and many students died. I heard that he accepted more than a dozen students, but now there are only There are three of us!”
“So miserable?”
Zhang Xuezhou felt that it seemed to be a bit popular among students these days.
The same is true for the students who have failed to return, and the same is true for the student Hong Ku.
"His name was Hong Le in the past. Year after year, he applied to change his name in the Holy Mountain, but nothing changed." Wu Chao said: "I heard people talk about it in the past. They said Hong Ku The mage is possessed by a spell, and he specializes in defeating students!”
“Can I change the brand?”
Zhang Xuezhou’s eyes rolled around.
He and Wu Chao were the only ones in the black stone building. Hearing that Hongku was so evil, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but want to draw another card and find another teacher to teach him.
“Can’t change it!”
Zhang Xuezhou asked in a low voice, which immediately made Wuchao shake his head.
"There is a traction spell on the sign. Whoever takes the sign will be pulled, guiding the perception of the relevant parties. If nothing happens, he will be here soon!"
Wuchao Shen He held out his fingers and pointed at his five fingers.
A few seconds passed and Wuchao had already bent his next finger.
This made Zhang Xuezhou immediately silence his voice and stop making any small moves.
When Wuchao's five fingers bent down in unison, there was already a sound coming from outside the black stone building.
"What kind of blind thing is worshiping the old Taoist disciple again? I have suffered so much, why do you still bother me!"
When the voice fell, someone had already appeared at the door. An old Taoist with unshaven beard.
The other person was wearing a red robe that seemed to have not been washed for a long time. He had a sad look on his face, and his skin was wrinkled. He looked like he hadn't smiled for a long time.
Compared to Master Hongyi’s rosy face, Master Hongku is obviously at the other extreme.
Zhang Xuezhou opened his mouth and quickly smiled.
"Teacher, teacher, I am your new student" Zhang Xuezhou said quickly: "My name is Wu Jin, and I am waiting for you here with senior brother Wu Chao!"
"Wu Jin?"
The old Taoist glanced at Zhang Xuezhou's face, then focused on Wuchao, and then returned to Zhang Xuezhou's face.
"Han people?" Hongku asked.
"Yes" Zhang Xuezhou nodded and said: "But I was adopted as an adopted son by King Tolkien, and I have been far away from the Han Kingdom!"
"It turns out that you are the golden toad's Man, no wonder your name is Wu Jin." Hongku nodded and said, "Since your destiny is strong enough, you should be able to live under the old Taoism for a few more years. Let me go!"
"What is destiny? ”
While following the old Taoist, Zhang Xuezhou also asked Wu Chao in a low voice. "This involves numerology in magic. It's a very strange thing." Wuchao shook his head and said, "I don't understand the theory of fate, but if you have a good father and a good mother, then you probably have a better fate!"
“Don’t say anything you barely understand, so as not to make others laugh!”
Stepping at the front, Hong Ku said something dissatisfied.
This made Wu Chao smile awkwardly and stopped talking for a while.
"If a human body can enter the eyes of the Golden Toad Dharma King, this means that the fate is hard." Hong Ku said: "If the fate is not hard, you should be the material for the Golden Toad Dharma King to repair his injuries."
"A little bit is the material! "Zhang Xuezhou nodded.
“So your life is very hard,” Hong Ku said: “People with hard lives can live longer under the old Taoism!”
“I still can’t understand it!”
< br>Wuchao shrugged and murmured in a low voice, feeling that Hongku's explanation was the same as nothing.
The two of them followed Hong Ku, and from time to time, Wu Chao would translate Hong Ku's untranslated words into Chinese to Zhang Xuezhou.
“You can’t even understand the words of the Holy Land, how will you practice in the future!”
Relying on the translator Wu Chao, Zhang Xuezhou did not have many obstacles to communication.
But his situation obviously made Hongku dissatisfied.
“Starting from today, you will learn one hundred and fifty words from the old Taoist every day!”
Hongku opened his mouth and mentioned Zhang Xuezhou's first practice in the Holy Mountain, which made Zhang Xuezhou respond quickly.
He used to want to learn some writing and related things in Chengdu, but before he could rush to study with Jia Zhiyuan, he was caught thousands of miles away by King Jin Chan.
Now that I have changed to another place, the beginning of learning is no different. I still need to learn common sense knowledge.
"Come on, junior brother!"
Wuchao made a gesture.
Learning 150 words a day does not sound difficult, but the difficulty lies in continuous learning every day.
Human memory has shortcomings. On the first day, it was one hundred and fifty. On the second day, maybe because of forgetting, I had to review at least seventy or eighty words. Adding on the learning of new words, it became laborious. The third day, the fourth day...
The holy language involves about 4,500 characters. Hongku obviously needs Zhang Xuezhou to master the language and characters used by the slaves within a month.
This requirement may seem low, but in fact it is extremely difficult.
This can easily remind Wuchao of the days when he memorized the diary at night.
"You'd better complete what the Taoist said," Hong Ku said, "I'm old and have a bad temper. Students who are too stupid will suffer!"
"The teacher's words should be kept in mind by the students!"
Zhang Xuezhou clasped his fists to indicate that he heard clearly.
Things are a little difficult, but compared to his current state, Zhang Xuezhou feels that it is difficult to recite and memorize new words, but it is impossible to complete it.
"You haven't officially started yet, so you don't need to call me teacher. Just be clear about things. All experienced and stupid students..."
Hong Ku was about to warn Zhang Xuezhou a few more words, but then he saw several people gathered at the Black Stone Mansion where he was staying, and they couldn't stop sighing at the door.
“What?”
Hong Ku took a few steps quickly.
"Brother Hongku, you are finally here!"
At the entrance of the mansion, as a red-robed Taoist shook his head and sighed, the crowd of onlookers immediately dispersed, revealing the figure lying on the bed. A young figure on the ground.
That was Wu Tiao who challenged Wu Chao in the morning.
At this time, Wu Ti's body was stiff, his face turned black, and there was no breathing from his nostrils. He was obviously dead.
Hong Ku poked his nostrils towards Wu Ti, and his face turned dark immediately.
“This stupid thing was killed by scorpion poison. He must have cursed a variety of poisonous scorpions beyond his control, which caused the poisonous insects to backfire. I had expected that he would suffer such a disaster. I once paid him I gave him an insect repellent recorder to save his life, but he still died!"
Hong Ku murmured.
This made Zhang Xuezhou grab the recorder in his pocket.
He didn’t expect that just after entering Hongku’s door, one of his senior brothers was already dead.
The reason for the other party's death was indirectly caused by them.
(End of this chapter)