Chapter 8: There Are No Heroes, Making Shuzi Famous (Please Subscribe)

The big heart of Knotweed Hisahito is once again demonstrated.

It's a big deal, that's all.

Anyway, it has happened, and grandpa is no longer here. Regrets will not help, so it is better to move forward.

After Aba Aba for a while, I stopped going to Aba.

As for his biological father and mother, he really doesn't care.

Since they don't care about themselves, there is no need to care about them, whether they are dead or alive.

After thinking about it for the past year, Hisuhito had a clear idea and calmly asked Ming Li:

"What to do next?"

"First deal with the funeral procedures for Mr. Wozhu. If the Huzhang family has a fixed burial place, bury it there. If not, choose the one with the best environment nearby."

Mingli's current status is not a matter of changing the situation or shaking the interests of the majority, it is just a matter of one sentence.

"Um..." Knotweed Hisahito was a little hesitant. His family's financial situation was not bad, but it wasn't particularly good, otherwise the old man wouldn't let him save money.

"Don't worry about the cost. The religious world and the magic world have always been closely connected. The little face they will give me is just a little bit of my love for the old man. You will understand in the future, and maybe you will still play my role today."

Hirohito said, "Oh" to express his acceptance. If it is true as Akari said, then the world of magic is pretty good except for the danger.

"after--"

"Say goodbye to the life you are familiar with, and then go to a place dedicated to learning spells. You can start with those two."

Akari raised her hand and pointed at the bewildered Inguchi-senpai and Sasaki-senpai.

What happened today is so extraordinary that they may not be able to recover now, no, it is estimated that they will not be able to recover for a long time in the future.

"Isn't it the kind of model where you go to class during the day and secretly protect the world at night? It's like Sailor Moon." The boy whispered.

Although he is not a homebody, except for secretly playing Pachinko, he spends all his other entertainment time watching TV and watching all kinds of movies, and his concentration of two dimensions is not low.

"That approach has no practical benefits other than satisfying the feeling of being an invisible guardian. A spellcaster is a very dangerous and professional job that requires specialized learning and training.

There is also your own uniqueness. We will find a way to help you solve the death penalty, but we cannot let you carry this time bomb around - what do you think, two-faced sexist? "

Mingli's eyes flashed, and where he focused his gaze, a second mouth suddenly appeared on the side of Hezhi Youren's cheek. It was similar to the "four eyes" and was much smaller than the normal mouth. The teeth were sharp, and Su Nuo's voice came from inside. Sent clearly.

"You know very well that sooner or later this kid's body will be mine."

Without saying a word, Huzhang Youren slapped himself, which naturally hit Su Nuo's mouth.

However, the mouth on the cheek was blocked, and a new mouth appeared on the back of the hand: "Don't waste your efforts, kid."

"Pa" was another slap.

For this man in his body who was obviously not a kind person, Hisato Kizumi showed no mercy.

"Mr. Ming, is there really no way to solve this?"

Mingli shook his head: "As of now, no. After all, they are all double-faced Su Nuo who are named the Demon God. A powerful contender for the title of the strongest in the past and present is not that easy to deal with."

"A strong contender, that is to say, do you think there is someone who can compete with you for this strongest position?" Liang Miansu Nuo's mouth popped up again.

"Of course. Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years. Being invincible a thousand years ago does not mean that you will still be invincible a thousand years later. Times are changing, and people are also changing."

Liangmian Sunuo snorted disdainfully: "There are no heroes to make Shuzi famous."

"Good guy, I can't tell you that you also know the culture of flower growers."

"What's so strange about this? Texts, books, religions... including spells, there are many things that came from there. It's hard to understand them."

Liangmiansu Nuo was active thousands of years ago, when Japan was crazy about learning flower planting culture.

From the beginning of the seventh century to the end of the ninth century, for about 264 years, in order to learn Chinese culture, Japan sent more than a dozen missions to the Tang Dynasty, moving things and people and moving books on a larger scale, from a collection of classics and history to a modern bestseller. All moved.

The number, scale, duration, and rich content of the second exhibition can be described as an unprecedented event in the history of Sino-Japanese cultural exchanges.

Just give two examples.

Kyoto, the ancient Heian-kyo, Japan's capital for almost a thousand years, was modeled after Chang'an.

Modern flower growers are good at learning from and making magical changes. Historically, neighboring countries have learned from us, and sometimes they have failed to learn from us.

And Bai Juyi.

In the modern poetry world of flower growers, the "Poetry Demon" Bai Juyi will eventually be inferior to the "Poetry Immortal" Li Bai and the "Poetry Saint" Du Fu.

But in Japan a thousand years ago, Bai Juyi was the only KING. He was sought after by everyone from emperors and princes to literati.

His popularity can only be said to be unworthy of even the so-called top-notch people carrying his shoes. Because not only are people popular and poems popular, but they also need to do reading comprehension and study the divine meaning behind the poems.

Almost the same time as Su Nuo, they were also the three most outstanding female writers in Japan during the Heian period. Murasaki Shikibu, Seishonagon, and Izumi Shikibu were all masters of this art. They quoted a large number of Bai Juyi's poems in their works, and provided interpretations and analyses.

This is the earliest "Bai Xue", the kind that is lofty and worshiped. Let's learn about it at "Bai Letian Shrine".

Luoyang City still has inscriptions left by Japanese pilgrims.

No matter what the modern Japanese who are living a good life think, no matter how conceited and arrogant Liangmian Sunuo is, we still have to take flower growers into consideration.

Of course, I just took it lightly and learned a little bit of it at best, but the essence is completely the opposite.

Mingli also let out a chuckle: "There are indeed many Zhuzi who have become famous, but heroes... do you think you are worthy?"

"Heroes don't matter. There are dozens if not hundreds of heroes who come to kill me, and the taste of their flesh and blood is not much better."

"Summer insects cannot be said to be ice-cold, and they are both disgusting and disappointing." Mingli looked contemptuously, not hiding his sarcasm.

Liangmian Sunuo's response was also very direct: "When I come out, I will be the first to kill you."

"Really?" Mingli chuckled, "Hiren, let him out, and I'll see how he kills me."

"Is it okay?" Hisuhito asked.

"Of course." Mingli said, flexing his neck, waist and abdomen, "I am also one of the 'strongest' competitors mentioned earlier. The majestic King of Curses will not be afraid of me, a young man who has just become famous. Well, when I take back control of my body, I will have a way to inform you, and I will treat it as a test of your control."

After hearing what Mingli said, Hisato no longer had any worries and slowly closed his eyelids.

When he opened it again, his eyes had changed from two to four.

The curse lines were fully opened, the curse power surged, and a pair of evil claws grabbed Mingli who was very close at hand.