"Master Chief Priest, are you reasonable or not?" Seeing that he was about to be forced into a desperate situation by Mu Hanyan, Long Wudang was almost desperate.
"Reason? Ling Baobao, talk to him about reason." Mu Hanyan winked at Ling Baobao.
"Okay, I like to reason 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.
Ever since he discovered that the Ba Xia Dragon Armor could make him immune to damage from divine spells, Ling Baobao had become completely fearless, and his violent blood was ignited.
When he was in the Holy Continent before, with his level of skills, who could he bully? Any slightly stronger swordsman he met would be beaten to death. But after coming to the Continent of Gods, he actually got the Ba Xia Dragon Armor that could be immune to damage from divine spells. Things immediately turned upside down. Any priest with average strength would be beaten up when they met him.
"Okay, I promise you, I'll find a way, okay?" After seeing the magic of the Ba Xia Dragon Armor, Long Wudang immediately gave in and said in a crying voice.
Although surrendering to Mu Hanyan is likely to be a dead end, even if he dies, that will be a matter for the future, and he may not die. But once Ling Baobao takes action, he will be in a state of suffering worse than death.
Compared to death or the uncertainty of death, a life worse than death is obviously more terrifying, so he wisely chose the former.
"Alas, people nowadays don't like to reason anymore." Ling Baobao put down the Ba Xia Dragon Armor with regret.
The storage bracelet that Gao Weihu gave him as a gift was worn on his wrist, but this guy still liked to run around with the turtle shell on his shoulder, as if it was very cool.
"Don't think that I am trying to harm you. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. I don't think you want to be trampled under the feet of Long Wucuo all your life and never get ahead, right? I promise you, after the matter is done, I will teach Long Wucuo a lesson. As long as you are willing to be my friend, I will also do my best to help you become the young master of the Long family." Mu Hanyan didn't want to see Long Wudang worried and indecisive, so she hit him with a stick and handed him a sweet date.
After hearing Mu Hanyan's words, Long Wudang's heart moved.
If it were in the past, he would have just scoffed at Mu Hanyan's words. The Huayu Temple was just a mere temple, and no one knew when it would collapse. Who would care about Mu Hanyan, the chief priest?
But he had suffered at Mu Hanyan's hands, more than once, and had witnessed the earth-shaking changes in the Flower Rain Temple since she became the head priestess. He had even witnessed her slashing Xiang Qiuzhan with her own eyes, and his reverence for her was etched in his heart. Furthermore, the incredible talent Mu Hanyan had displayed while learning the Long family's ancestral sealing technique had astounded him.
He couldn't even imagine how great Mu Hanyan's development potential was, and how eye-catching the Huayu Temple would be in the future. If he could get her support early, he would have a good chance of ascending to the position of the young master of the Long family and stepping Long Wucuo under his feet.
Thinking of this, Long Wudang was not as sad as before, and excitement gradually appeared on his face.
"What do you think, Mr. Long?" Seeing the change in expression on Long Wudang's face, Mu Hanyan knew that this guy was moved. She had the idea of winning over Long Wudang, so she spoke much more politely.
"Thank you for your appreciation, Master Chief Priest. I will do my best in this matter." The more Long Wudang thought about it, the more excited he became. He bowed and said to Mu Hanyan.
Gao Weihu looked at Mu Hanyan meaningfully, first hitting her with a big stick, and then giving her a sweet date to appease her. It seems that the chief priest's ability to win people's hearts is also very impressive.
Gao Weihu has lived in Tianyang City for a long time, secretly gathering information and knowing 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 City, so he pays special attention to him and knows his character very well. Looking at his burning eyes, he knows that this guy has been dragged into the pirate ship just like himself.
"This is for you." Gao Weihu handed over two masks.
Although this mask is not very exquisite, it does not have any major flaws at a glance. It is obviously much better than those donkey-headed and horse-faced masks from yesterday. The so-called mask is simply a joke. It is completely the product of Gao Weihu satisfying his own bad taste and seeking psychological balance.
"When will we start?" Mu Hanyan took the mask and asked Long Wudang.
"Let's wait until tonight, I'll think about it later." Long Wudang said.
Mu Hanyan nodded and said nothing more. Since this guy had already agreed to join the pirate ship, how to find a solution was his own business. There was no need for her to say anything more. After all, he would not be able to escape if something went wrong.
I thought it would take a lot of time to resolve the seal, but I didn't expect it to be so easy. There was still a lot of time before dark, so Mu Hanyan was not idle. She calmed down and thought about the Eight Desolate Divine Meteorite.
The Eight Desolate Divine Meteorites that she learned was actually a set of formations. Although it could be reversed like the Nine Heavens Starfall and the Starfall in the Eight Desolations, it was not that easy after all. Therefore, her Eight Desolate Divine Meteorites was not perfect, and she could not bring out its true power at all. She needed to constantly ponder and practice it.
The thought of the Eight Desolate Gods Falling kept playing in my mind. Time passed quickly and before I knew it, night fell.
"Is it about time?" Mu Hanyan raised her head and asked Long Wudang.
"Don't be anxious. Long Wucuo may not have returned yet. You should memorize this first." Long Wudang handed over a piece of paper.
"What is this?" Mu Hanyan asked in confusion, looking at the messy ink.
"I spent a whole day drawing the map of the Long family and finally finished it." Long Wudang said proudly.
"Are you sure this is a map?" Mu Hanyan had seen this guy writing and drawing on the table all day long, but she was too lazy to ask more questions. Now she realized that he was drawing a map, but this thing that looked like a scribble was really a map.
"Of course not. This is the meeting room, 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 from the side is Long Wucuo's residence." Long Wudang said, pointing to the pile of scribbles.
"The teacher who taught you to read and draw probably died very early, right?" Mu Hanyan asked thoughtfully.
"How did you know that?" Long Wudang looked at Mu Hanyan in surprise. She was such a prophet, she even knew this. Young Master Long was once again amazed by Mu Hanyan's beauty.
Mu Hanyan's forehead was covered with black lines. She had really been right. This guy's teacher had indeed died early. God knew she was just trying to complain.
Under Long Wudang's guidance, Mu Hanyan finally memorized the ghostly-drawn talisman... oh no, it was the map.
"You guys wait outside the wall of the yard where I live first. I will find a way to get the guards away and then set fire to the house. When you hear the noise, take action immediately." Long Wudang said.
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