Profound suffering.

The Holy Land of Yiyan River involves three generations of old, middle and green.

Perhaps the holy land lacked order in the early stages, and the names of the older generation were extremely mixed and they did not have unified ones.

When it reaches the middle level, it is named after the word Hong.

And in the younger generation, it was named after the character Wu.

Zhang Xuezhou won a brand.

He could not recognize the words above, which were like ghost-painted talismans. With the help of Wuchao's translation, he realized that the owner of this brand was called "Hongku".

"Why...can I say it?"

Zhang Xuezhou was thinking about Wuchao's words, and he asked in confusion.

"You guessed it right." Wu Chao nodded: "I am also worshipping Master Hongku. In addition, the Wu Ti who had just fought with me was also a disciple of Master Hongku!"

"It's really a coincidence for us," Zhang Xuezhou said happily: "You can draw the same goal even if you draw lots like this."

"It's a coincidence." Wu Chao nodded and replied: "But this is not a good thing!"

"how?"

"He hates bringing newcomers, especially wave after wave of newcomers," Wu Chao spread his hands and said, "He has never avoided every year, and someone always draws him!"

"More than 40 brands, three people draw, can they draw every time?" Zhang Xuezhou said strangely.

"right!"

Wu Chao nodded and began to mention this evil master.

"And there is more than this strange thing in him," Wu Chao said with a strange look: "He teaches many students and many students die. I heard that he has taken over a dozen students, but now there are only three of us left!"

"So miserable?"

Zhang Xuezhou only felt that it seemed that some of the popularity of students was dead these days.

This is true for the students who are tragic, and so is this student who is suffering.

"His past name was Hongle. Year after year, he applied to change his name in the Holy Mountain, but nothing changed." Wuchao said: "I used to listen to people's discussions. They said that Master Hongku had evil in his practice of mantras and defeated his students!"

"Then can I change the brand?"

Zhang Xuezhou's eyes rolled around.

He and Wuchao were the only ones in the Black Stone Building. When he heard that Hongku was so weird, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but want to draw another sign and change it to another teacher to teach.

"I can't change it!"

Zhang Xuezhou asked a low question, which immediately made Wu Chao shake his head.

"There is a traction curse on the sign. Anyone who takes the sign will traction occur, guiding the perception of relevant parties. If nothing unexpected happens, he will arrive soon!"

Wu Chao stretched out his fingers and pointed at his five fingers.

After a few seconds, Wuchao had bent his next finger.

This made Zhang Xuezhou immediately stop and no small moves were made.

When Wuchao's five fingers were bent together, a sound had already come from outside the Black Stone Building.

"Which one who is not eye-catching is worshipped by the old Taoist sect again? I'm so miserable. Why do you still bother me!"

As the sound fell, an old Taoist with a beard appeared at the door.

The other party was wearing a red robe that seemed to have not been cleaned for a long time, with a sad face, and his flesh looked wrinkled, and it seemed that he had not smiled for a long time.

Compared to Master Hongyi's red face, Master Hongku is obviously another extreme.

Zhang Xuezhou cracked his mouth and quickly pulled out a smile.

"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!"

"Wujin?"

The old Taoist swept over Zhang Xuezhou's face, then noticed Wuchao, and then returned to Zhang Xuezhou's face.

"Han people?" Hong asked bitterly.

"To" Zhang Xuezhou nodded and said, "But I was adopted by King Tolkien to become an adopted son, and I have been away from the Han Dynasty!"

"So you are from that golden toad, no wonder you are called Wu Jin." Hongku nodded and said, "Since you have a strong fate, you should be able to live under the old Taoist sect for a few more years, and follow me!"

"Fate? What is fate?"

While following the old Taoist, Zhang Xuezhou also whispered to Wuchao.

"This involves the numerology in magic, a very strange type of things." Wu Chao shook his head and said, "I don't understand the theory of fate, but if you have a good father and mother, you probably have a better fortune!"

"Don't say anything that is half-knowing, so as not to make you laugh!"

Stepping forward, Hongku said dissatisfied with his words.

This made Wu Chao smile awkwardly and stopped talking for a while.

"The human body can enter the eyes of the Golden Toad Dharma King, and this is the hard life." Hong Ku said: "If life is not hard, you should be the material for the Golden Toad Dharma King to repair the injury."

"It's almost the material!" Zhang Xuezhou nodded.

"So your life is very hard," Hong Ku said: "People with hard life can live longer under the old Taoist sect!"

"I still can't understand!"

Wu Chao shrugged and muttered in a low voice, feeling that Hongkuo’s explanation was the same as he did not say anything.

The two followed Hongku, and from time to time, Wuchao translated Hongku into Chinese to Zhang Xuezhou.

"You can't even understand the words of the Holy Land. How do you practice in the future!"

With the translation of Wuchao, Zhang Xuezhou did not have many obstacles to communication.

But his situation obviously made Hongkuo dissatisfied.

"From today, you will learn 150 words with the old Taoist every day!"

Hongku mentioned Zhang Xuezhou's first practice when he entered the Holy Mountain, which made Zhang Xuezhou respond quickly.

In the past, he wanted to learn some texts and related words in Rongcheng, but before he could even hurry to learn from Jia Zhiyuan, he was caught thousands of miles away by King Jinchan.

Now that I have changed my place, there is no difference in the beginning of learning, and I still have to learn common sense knowledge.

"Come on, junior brother!"

Wu Chao gestured for a gesture.

It doesn’t sound difficult to learn 150 words a day, but the difficulty lies in the continuous learning every day.

People’s memories are missing. On the first day, there are 150. On the second day, maybe you have to review at least 70 or 80 words because you forget it. Then it will be hard to learn new words. Then on the third day, the fourth day...

There are about 4,500 words involved in the holy language. Hongku obviously needs Zhang Xuezhou to master the language and words used by the slaves within one month.

This requirement seems low, but it is actually extremely difficult.

This easily reminds Wu Chao of the days he recited his diary at night.

"You'd better be able to complete the teachings of the old Taoist," Hong Ku said: "I'm old and have a bad temper. If the students are too stupid, they will suffer!"

"Students keep the words of the teacher in mind!"

Zhang Xuezhou clasped his fists and signaled that he could hear clearly.

Things are a bit difficult, but compared to his current state, Zhang Xuezhou feels it is difficult to memorize new words, but it is impossible to complete them.

"You haven't officially started yet, so you don't need to call me a teacher. Just be clear about things. All the old stupid students..."

Hongku was about to warn Zhang Xuezhou again, and then several people gathered at the Black Stone Mansion where he moved into, sighing unstoppable at the door.

"how?"

Hongku took a few steps quickly.

"Senior Brother Hongku, you are finally here!"

At the entrance of the mansion, as a red-robed Taoist sighed, the crowd of onlookers suddenly dispersed, and a young man lying on the ground appeared.

That was the huchi that challenged Wuchao in the morning.

At this time, Wu Ti's body was stiff, his face turned black, and he was breathless in his nostrils, and he was obviously dead.

Hongkuo looked into Wu Ti's nostrils, and his face turned darker.

"This stupid thing was killed by the scorpion poison. He must have cursed and practiced a poisonous scorpion species beyond his control, which caused the poisonous worm to retaliate. I had expected that he had given him a deworming recorder to save his life, but he didn't expect that he would die!"

Hongku murmured.

This made Zhang Xuezhou grab the recorder in his pocket.

He didn't expect that a senior brother had died just after he entered Hongku's sect.

The reason for the other party's death was indirectly caused by them.
Chapter completed!