"Whew...... It's almost ...... You'll find it! Mai's pupils shrank, and he watched the words on the wooden board gradually become clearer. He began to get a little anxious, wishing that he could watch it a little longer at this time.

"Smack!" The pen broke, and the old man fainted and fell to the ground, still muttering in his mouth: "Almost, almost." ”

"What's going on?" Shu Zhenghao broke into the door and saw the old man in Mai who fell to the ground on his back, and quickly helped the old man up. Fortunately, the old man was not unusual, but he was a little emotional.

"Zhenghao, almost, just a little." The old man in Mai, who had just woken up, exclaimed, "Immortality without words, immortality without words, this is the most blurry time that Uncle Shi has seen." Providence, providence. He held Shu Zhenghao's sleeve, a little lost. Throughout his life, if he wants to see clearly, he can't grasp this opportunity after all, which is a huge blow to the old man.

"Dean Yang, you can leave first." Shu Zhenghao said apologetically. Yang Fan nodded, and muttered repeatedly in his heart, "Wordless immortality, in the world, is there really immortality?" ”

"No, he can't go!" The old man in Mai raised his head suddenly, pointed at Yang Fan and said, "It must be you, you can trigger the Wordless Sutra, you must try again, come, hurry up, let it manifest again......" The old man looked around helplessly and picked up the broken pen. Ready to watch it again.

Yang Fan looked at the plank again. The word is still the same word, but this time it doesn't have the same feeling as before. No matter how much he looked, he couldn't see anything unusual. He didn't dare to look at it again, for fear that the so-called pupil flame in his eyes would be exposed.

"I'm sorry, there's really no way around."

Shu Zhenghao said: "There is no word to create, and each has a destiny." Uncle Shi, wake up. ”

The old man in Mai stiffened and sat down on the ground. The brows were wrinkled together, and the chest was still a little undulating, unable to calm down quickly. "Creation ...... Good luck...... Why. Jeong-ho, take this little friend back. I just lost my temper. Regardless of whether this little friend gets the wordless scripture or not, it is all creation. You can't grab it, and you can't grab it. It's me who is obsessed. Ahem. There was a pool of dark red blood on his dry hand, and the old man inadvertently melted it away.

"Uncle Shi......"

"Go back, it's okay. You don't know about Uncle Shi's injury? Can't die. The old man patted Shu Zhenghao's shoulder with his left hand. Motioned for him to leave.

"Alas, this time I didn't think it through." Shu Zhenghao said apologetically.

"Zhenghao, don't blame yourself, and this little friend, I'm very relieved today. It's the excitement I haven't seen in decades, and I see it, at least I see it. ”

"Dean Yang, let's go out and talk."

Yang Fan saluted, whether it was his own chance or Shu Zhenghao's intention to help today, he had to thank the old man and said, "Take care of your predecessors." ”

The old man in Mai nodded, waved his hand, and turned away. Ignore the two men who approached the door.

Shu Zhenghao stood up and exited half of the building with Yang Fan.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that. The predecessor was right, the scripture is incomplete, so it can't be deduced. Yang Fan told the truth, but he didn't say the eight words he saw. It was originally a very ordinary sentence, virtuous. This is just a bit exaggerated for this wordless immortality.

"Didn't I say that? There is no word for creation, and each has a destiny. This in itself is the general outline of the wordless scripture, and no one can change it. Shu Zhenghao shook his head and said, "If it's the Immortal Heavenly Dao." Everyone can get it, isn't it against the cycle of life and death? Shu Zhenghao stopped. I hope that today's incident Dean Yang will remember not to spread it, whether it is ...... or not Remember, remember. ”

"Understood." Whether it is coincidental or intentional, if it is for people to get it, they can refer to the wooden plaque of the wordless scripture. It will definitely cause death, and it is difficult to say that it will set off a bloody storm in the rivers and lakes. It seems that the academy that can be inherited for nearly a thousand years is also there, no wonder that sentence is good, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, that old man. He must be a man in the rivers and lakes.

"Shu, what is the Wordless Scripture?"

"The wordless scripture, the legend is that Pangu opened the world when the innate birth of the law against the sky, because the legend of the wordless scripture has no words at all, so the name of the wordless scripture. According to legend, it is divided into two articles: immortality and ten thousand laws. As for the Ten Thousand Laws, they are only mentioned in some miscellaneous books, and immortality has indeed been truly inherited. As far as I know, there were in ancient times. As for the wooden plaque in Uncle Shi's room, where did it come from, I only know that it has always been something inherited from our White Deer Cave Academy, even if the foundation was destroyed in the war, this wooden plaque has been preserved, and it has been kept secret. ”

"Immortality is easier said than done. Even if you can live forever, after a hundred years, things are not people, and that kind of loneliness is as painful as snow. ”

"Hehe, Dean Yang can think about it. Immortality, who wouldn't? Qin Shi Huang back then, and Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty later, which one didn't want to. However, none of them got their wish, but those who transcended life and death were able to ascend to the Tao. ”

Yang Fan's sharp eyes glanced at the sky, and a lightning bolt swept by, and a winter thunder echoed over the broken alley. Winter fights are rare, but not impossible.

Immediately after, there was a heart-wrenching rain.

Tick, tick.

"Well, it's raining."

"Well, it's raining." An Zimu looked back at the half-room, a little stunned. Listening to the rain for half a while, I don't know if the person who arrives tonight will be able to sleep. Of course, if you can sleep peacefully, it will be fine.

In the distance, there were figures rushing towards them. Shu Zhenghao borrowed an oil-paper umbrella from the study on the side, propped it on Yang Fan's side, and waited for those people to come.

"What do you think if I tell you that the books in the break are all copied by the younger generations?" Shu Zhenghao smiled even more weirdly. The words he wrote were never for people to see, so none of the authentic writings of the Shu family that circulated among the people were true.

Yang Fan looked at the figures getting closer and closer, covered their heads with their sleeves one by one, and smiled: "I don't understand." Whether Zhang San wrote it or Li Si wrote it, as long as you have a break and fast, it is written by Shu everyone. ”

"Haha, I don't understand." Shu Zhenghao muttered, "I don't care about the rest, but for my works, I have always been a stingy person." Therefore, every time one is made, one is destroyed, and those so-called authentic works of Shu Zhenghao do not exist at all. ”

"Oh? That's a lot of fun. ”

"Oh, the pen of the little descendants of Rongdetang is a little similar, but after all, it is not a divine penmanship." He turned the paper umbrella around and saw his students running over, not making any moves, just watching quietly.

After a break, Yang Fan finally understood that Shu Zhenghao was a "stingy" person...... (To be continued.) )