Myth analysis, I know the plot, I am invincible

Chapter 737 Dogs, Broken My Dao Heart
Fumo Pagoda (temple).

It’s not far from the stele, no, it shouldn’t be said that it’s not far, but when he stepped over the stele, he seemed to have entered another space, and the four completely incomprehensible characters above his head were glowing, as if guiding him, brought him over.

When he came back to his senses, he had already arrived at the place.

The golden tower became more and more miraculous after approaching.

The dao rhyme here is extremely active, rich in high-concentration transcendental particles, which is three points richer than that in the mythical world.

To describe it, the extraordinary particles in the mortal world are only a few thousand meters per [-] meters, like the sand in the sea. If you grab a handful of water, you will get three or five grains of sand.

When it comes to the world of mythology, most of the places are basically shaped like water, and the whole person is submerged in it.

And here, it's one-third thicker than water, so thick that if you throw a chicken in it, it will become fine overnight.

Moreover, the transcendent particles here have been combed, soft in nature, and easy to absorb, unlike most places in the mythical world, although there are many transcendent particles, they are very tyrannical, like poisonous, once absorbed, it is as if the body has entered a body. All indestructible stones, if the realm is not enough, it is not a blessing, but a disaster.

Li Su didn't pay much attention to the extraordinary particles here, mainly because there was a tributary on his forehead, connected to a mighty long river, and the extraordinary particles slanted down from it all the time, whether it was the body, the soul, or the stars themselves, it was like soaking in the extraordinary. inside the particle.

Moreover, the concentration of supernatural particles in the long river is intense, equivalent to [-] degrees of spirits, which can jump from the mouth to the liver. The widowed are like water, they don't know whether they drink it or not.

At this moment, his main target is on the stele, and he intends to take some time to come out while the people behind are still busy, and grasp the so-called text of the heavenly court.

He, Li Sutang, the number one arrogant in the real fairyland, really couldn't accept the fact that he suddenly became illiterate.

Soon, Li Su found the relevant text.

Not only there are records from Xia Kingdom, but there are also records from Jiejiao.

Obviously, the translator has worked hard on this.

Quickly walked to Fumo Pagoda (temple), and sure enough, there was a huge stone tablet erected there, from top to bottom, densely packed, with a lot of words written, it should be a test rule.

After reading the words on the stele at a glance, Li Su couldn't help frowning.

His memory is amazing, just one glance, although the meaning is not very clear, but the number is quickly a few times.

This is a thousand words! ! !
Facing this number, his expression suddenly turned a little ugly.

God damn it, why so many?The famous Taoist classic, Tao Te Ching, is only over 5000 words long.

It's just a stone tablet under the Fumo Tower. What do you want to express by writing so many words?
If ten words are a rule, how many rules are there in [-] words?
Although as a modern person, ten thousand characters are nothing, but in his prosperous years, he had read classics with tens of thousands of handwriting, endured more and more battles, his blood boiled with excitement, and he screamed.

Now it's all in the realm of a real fairy, and it's just a thousand words, which can be recorded at a glance.

After thinking about it, Li Su opened Xia Guo's translation records, as well as the ones taught by him. According to his current state, he can fully master and master this in a day or so at most.

One page, two pages, three pages...

Snoring, snorting~!

Suddenly returning to his senses, Li Su's eyes widened, with an unbelievable look in his eyes, and he was stunned.

He fell asleep?Actually fell asleep?
Although he really didn't like studying in his previous life, for anything related to serious education, his eyelids would fight at the beginning, and he would fall asleep with his head covered after two or three articles. Chinese, mathematics and other books.

Now they are all real immortals, they are lofty immortals, and they are almost immortal. A single thought can shatter mountains and seas, but after studying the text, it is still like this?
No, is this really aggravating?Or the late ones?

Otherwise, with his mental stamina, let alone a day, even if he doesn't sleep for ten years, he won't necessarily be tired.

Standing where he was, for a moment, Li Su inevitably felt a little skeptical about his life. This is different from what he expected. He has a talent bonus. Shouldn't he be a god who blocks and kills gods and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas in learning?

Some unbelievers, Li Su looked at the translation of the text of the heavenly court again, suppressed his drowsiness, flipped through the catalog, and looked at the text.

The main text of Tianting has [-] words of known achievements.

This article is very special, and the handwriting expresses a lot of meanings. The same word, according to the sequence of strokes and the angle of outline, the meanings are different.

For example, the word * has a total of [-] episodes.

Its structure is divided into four layers, left, right, up and down, starting from the left and going from top to bottom, which means *.

And from right to left, from top to bottom, is the meaning of *.

Then work from the bottom up.

There is also the meaning of writing, the left and right murals are hooked up to this point, and this is the meaning of writing down.

The above eight meanings are representative meanings, and they represent these meanings according to the difference between the front, back, left, and right sides of other characters.

???

!!!

Whoo~!

Taking a long breath, Li Su turned off the chart, put away the computer, and slowly closed his eyes, his expression gradually distorted.

This heavenly text was actually invented by that plague-stricken bastard.

Don't slip!Ex!Um!Blind!Batch!

After exhaling the fragrance frantically, he raised his head, his eyes gradually became strange and dangerous.

It's better that everyone doesn't know than that one person doesn't understand it. Anyway, it's the tempering of the heavens, and it's a waste of time at best.

As soon as the thought fell, evil rose from the heart in an instant, and anger rushed to the gallbladder.

The vast and boundless blood energy gathered, thinking of the ferocious roar of the beasts, Li Su's eyes turned cold, and he was extremely cold and stern.

Leaving a step, he planned to give this Pobei a punch.

Damn dog, ruin my Dao heart! ! !
hum!
Just when Li Su was about to destroy this thing, the Fumo Temple shook, the door bangs, and it opened by itself, and then a terrifying suction erupted from it, and before Li Su could make a move, it swished and sucked him in.

Bang!
The person disappeared, and the door was immediately closed.

A figure appeared in front of the stele, and said fragrantly: "%￥#￥#@!"

After more than ten minutes, the figure ran behind the stele, and looked at the height of about three feet from the ground with a heartbroken face. There was a fist mark there, the size of a steamed bun, with a little baby fat, not big, but extremely dazzling , the most important thing is that the traces are very new. It seems that not long ago, someone, like Li Su, was impatient with the plagued words.

"Grandpa, what's the matter with your younger generation? It doesn't hurt to sell you, right? Why are you so reckless with one or two tempers?"

"I don't understand, just go straight in, what are you doing with the stone tablet?"

After a while, the figure stood up with an uneasy expression on his face.

"No, I have to go and see, the two calf's destructive power is too great, what the hell, there are no saints left, and the avenue is broken, how can they actually have such strength? What the hell is that calf? Jingjing Mountain was hit by him for more than a dozen miles, turning seventy or eighty somersaults? How many times the combat power exceeds the realm to achieve this effect?"

With a whoosh, the figure disappeared.

(End of this chapter)