Chapter 1845 1846 Give a Stick and a Jujube

"Master Priest, are you being reasonable?" Seeing that Mu Hanyan was about to drive him to a dead end, Long Wudang was a little bit desperate.

"Reasonable? Ling Baobao, reason with him." Mu Hanyan gave Ling Baobao a wink.

"Okay, I like reasoning the most." Ling Baobao carried the turtle shell and walked towards Long Wudang, the smile on his face was so gentle and kind, so harmless to humans and animals.

Since discovering that this tyrannical dragon armor is immune to magical damage, Ling Baobao is completely fearless, and his violent blood is ignited.

When he was in the Sacred Court Continent, who could bully him with his cultivation level? He would only be abused when he met a slightly stronger swordsman. After he came to the Continent of God, he actually got a sword that was immune to magical damage. When he was under the Dragon Armor, things were turned upside down immediately. A priest with average strength would only be beaten when he encountered him.

"Okay, I promise you, can't I think of a solution?" Long Wudang, who had seen the magic of Baxia's dragon armor, immediately softened and said with a crying voice.

Although surrendering to Mu Hanyan is likely to be a dead end, even if it is death, it will be the next thing, and maybe it will not die, but when Ling Baobao makes a move, he will soon be worse than death.

Compared with death or not necessarily death, life is obviously more terrifying than death, so he chose the former wisely.

"Alas, people nowadays don't like reasoning anymore." Ling Baobao put down the Dragon Armor with regret.

The storage bracelet that Gao Weihu gave as a friendly gift is worn on his wrist, but this guy still likes to run around with a turtle shell on his back, it feels very windy.

"Don't think that I hurt you, the enemy of the enemy is a friend. I don't think you want to be trampled under the feet of Long Wucuo all your life, and you will never be able to stand out, right? I promise you, after this is done, I will definitely be cruel. Give Long Wucu a lesson, as long as you are willing to make me a friend, I will do my best to help you ascend to the position of the young master of the Long family." Mu Hanyan didn't want to see Long Wudang be half-hearted, hit a punch, and handed it over. Passed a sweet date.

After hearing Mu Hanyan's words, Long Wudang's heart moved.

If he changed the past, he would only scoff at Mu Hanyan's words. It was a mere flower rain temple, and he didn't know when it collapsed. Who would care about Mu Hanyan, the chief priest.

But he has suffered from Mu Hanyan's hands more than once, and he has also seen with his own eyes the earth-shaking changes in Huayu Temple since Mu Hanyan became the main priest. The reverence for Mu Hanyan had long been remembered in his heart. And Mu Hanyan's aptitude against the sky when he learned the Long Family's ancestral sealing technique made him even more astonished.

He didn't even dare to imagine how much development potential Mu Hanyan had, and how eye-catching the Huayu Temple would be in the future. Long Wucuo stomped on his feet, and there seemed to be a lot of hope.

Thinking like this, Long Wudang was not as sad as before, and a look of excitement gradually appeared on his face.

"How about Young Master Long?" Seeing the change in the expression on Long Wudang's face, Mu Hanyan knew that this guy was tempted, so she thought of winning Long Wudang, so she spoke more politely.

"Thanks to the high priest, I will do my best for this matter." The more Long Wudang thought about it, the more eager he became, and he cupped his hands and said to Mu Hanyan.

If Gao Weihu gave Mu Hanyan a meaningful look, he knocked down a big stick first, and then a sweet date to appease people's hearts. It seems that this priest's tricks to win people's hearts are also very good.

Gao Weihu has lived in Tianyang City for a long time, secretly inquiring about news, and he 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 scorching eyes, I also know that this guy has been dragged onto the pirate ship just like himself.

"This is for you." Gao Weihu handed over two masks.

Although this mask is not too delicate, it does not have much flaws at a glance. It is obviously much stronger than those donkey-headed and horse-faced yesterday. The so-called mask is simply a joke, it is Gao Weihu satisfying his own evil. Fun is the product of finding psychological balance.

"When will you do it?" Mu Hanyan took the mask and asked Long Wu in charge.

"Wait at night, I'll think about it later." Long Wudang said.

Mu Hanyan nodded and said nothing more. Since this guy has promised to get on the pirate ship, it is up to him to figure out how to do it, and she doesn't need to talk too much.

I thought it would take a lot of time to solve the seal, but I didn't expect it to be so easy.

The Eight Desolate Divine Falls she has 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 Eight Desolation Divine Falls is not perfect, and it is impossible at all. Unleash its true power requires constant scrutiny and practice.

I kept pushing the Eight Desolate Gods in my mind, time passed quickly, and before I knew it, night fell.

"Is it almost time?" Mu Hanyan raised his head and asked Long Wu in charge.

"Don't worry, Long Wucuo may not have returned at this time, you should memorize this first." Long Wudang handed over a piece of paper.

"What is this?" Looking at the mess of ink, Mu Hanyan asked inexplicably.

"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 all day long, and he was too lazy to ask. Only now did he know that he was drawing a map, but this ghost-like talisman Son, it's really a map.

"Why not, this is the council hall, this is the main house, this is the outer courtyard where the servants live, this is the outer courtyard, this is my courtyard, and the third one next to it is Long Wucuo's residence." Long Wudang pointed at the pile of ghost symbols and said.

"The teacher who taught you how to read and draw probably died very early, right?" Mu Hanyan asked thoughtfully.

"How did you know?" Long Wudang looked at Mu Hanyan in surprise. The prophet of the unknown, even knowing this, the First Young Master Long was once again shocked by Mu Hanyan.

A few black lines stood up on Mu Hanyan's forehead, and he really convinced himself that this guy's teacher really died early. God knows she just wants to rant about it.

Under Long Wudang's guidance, Mu Hanyan finally took that ghostly talisman... oh no, it was the map in his heart.

"You all wait outside the wall of the yard where I live. I will find a way to spread the guards away in a while, and then set a fire in the house. When you hear the movement, act immediately." Long Wudang said.