The ancient immortal revived, and ten thousand foxes worshiped me as their teacher

"I heard before that the dream of cultivating immortals is like a server.

“Some people play single-player games and have a server to themselves.

“There are people playing online games, sharing a server with other people.

"So, the two of us are the ones who play online."

In the dream, Zhang Shan and Lu Yang were working together. Under the gray sky, beside the river valley, picking up rubbish among the ruined palaces.

Zhang Shan was in a daze, and the wound on his back was still hurting. He and Bai Mo promised not to tell anyone what happened yesterday.

Next to him, Lu Yang was also studying in No. 47 Middle School and was a classmate of Zhang Shan and Bai Mo. In this dream, I happened to be my brother-in-law with Zhang Shan.

"Come, let's lift this stone together."

The two men grinned and overturned a big stone.

boom!

The big stone rolled to the side, revealing a broken stone slab underneath.

Looking closely, they saw more than a dozen ghost-like characters written on the slate, but they couldn't understand them.

"Ah, there are words on this slate! Hahaha, we can do business today."

Picking up garbage is the task assigned to them by Master. I specifically want this one with text.

This writing is not Chinese characters, oracle bone inscriptions, or seal script, but another type of hieroglyphic writing. Quite quaint.

Zhang Shan was injured again. Now his face was pale and he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The two simply sat down and rested for a while.

"Tell me, what does our master want to do?

“Why do we have to dig through this garbage with words on it?”

Lu Yang looked around and saw that there was no one around, lowered his voice and came forward.

"Didn't you realize that he has lost his memory?

"I guess he wants to read the words on these stone tablets and retrieve his memory!"

Zhang Shan was slightly startled, half convinced and half doubtful.

"Isn't he an ancient immortal? Ancient immortals also lose their memory?"

Lu Yang said.

"Only ancient immortals can lose their memory!

"Look, the ground is full of ruins, and there are not many immortals left. What does it mean? It means that the once immortal world has suffered a disaster! Ancient immortals like our master have been sleeping for who knows how long, and they have only woken up in the past few years. Come on, accept a disciple in your dream. If he really slept for tens of thousands of years, then amnesia is normal, right?"

Zhang Shan smacked his lips, feeling that these words made sense!

Lu Yang continued.

"Have you not noticed that he looks like a robot sometimes? He always says those words over and over again, and his movements are very stiff.

"I suspect that he may not have fully awakened yet. We need to dig out more stone slabs and copper plates with inscriptions and more ancient knowledge before he can fully awaken!"

Zhang Shan looked at Lu Yang and saw that this guy was fair and fair, with a pair of triangular eyes shining with wisdom, as if he was still a talent.

The two chatted for a while, then lifted up the newly dug stone slab and sent it back to the master.

After walking through the ruins and going to the thatched house by the river, I saw hundreds of large and small stone slabs paved along the river. There are other apprentices who are also carrying stone slabs.

The master reads this kind of slate very slowly. It takes several pieces to finish one piece. He often stares at the slate in a daze. There are enough slates for him to look at for a long time!

…

In the main hall, there is a yoga mat that I just bought. Bai Mo sat cross-legged on the yoga mat, looking at the slate just delivered by several fox apprentices, and carefully read the words on the slate.

"Hmm...this is sequence eight text, not a prescription. It records a kind of etiquette, a bit like a tea ceremony."

Each path and each sequence has its own corresponding text! These words are all special symbols, and people outside the path and under the sequence cannot understand them at all. These words are very subtle, but a few characters may contain a terrifying amount of information. Even if you can understand them, you will have to spend a lot of time studying them.

"I don't know what's the use for it. Let's put it in Warehouse No. 1."

The five fox apprentices nodded immediately, lifted up the slate, hummed and moved it away, and sent it to Warehouse No. 1.

Anything that may be of value, such as high-sequence text, elixir prescriptions, path knowledge, or stone slabs and copper plates involving the culture of the ancient fairy country, are placed in Warehouse No. 1 and well preserved.

Bai Mo touched the yoga mat he just bought under him. This stuff is good! You can buy a large one on Taobao for only a dozen yuan, which is very cheap. If you spread it on the ground, it will not get cold and it can also prevent moisture! Much better than a futon. You can buy more later and arrange them for the fox apprentices!

Not long after, five fox apprentices sent another copper plate.

This plate is about the size of a pot lid, and its thick patina has been polished off by the fox apprentices, revealing densely packed small writing.

"Be careful when polishing. Look at this place, the writing is smoothed."

Bai Mo pointed to a corner of the copper plate and said to his disciples.

Five fox apprentices came up to take a look. The heads of the five foxes were crowded together, their eyes widened, and they nodded.

“But if it’s smoothed out just a little bit and put in context, it’s still readable.”

This is a sequence eight text. Bai Mo looked intently, making gestures while looking, thinking seriously. It took half an hour to finally understand that this was a prescription, and its effect was to enhance the beast's sense of smell!

“That’s not bad.

"The medicines used are also available in the warehouse and can be arranged for the apprentices."

Bai Mo was beside him, transcribing the words with pen and paper.

A prescription is very complicated and requires more research and thinking before it can be fully understood before refining can begin.

So far, Bai Mo has learned a lot of prescriptions, so many that he can't even count them... Although most of them are of no use and belong to the nature of "many arts without stressing the body", Bai Mo still studies them meticulously. . He learned all the prescriptions dug out from the ruins without missing a single one. After all, Alchemy, like other knowledge, emphasizes that quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.

The alchemy path found by picking up rubbish in the ruins is not systematic, and it requires more learning.

Sometimes, Bai Mo also thinks about it.

"I have 10,000 fox apprentices to help me pick up trash, and the ancient knowledge they pick out is enough for me to learn and feed me.

"Other people involved in immortality have no apprentices. Is the ancient knowledge they have dug up enough?"

Regarding this issue, just now, Bai Mo suddenly wanted to understand.

"It should be enough!

“Although they are slow to dig, they are also slow to learn.

“They are slow to dig and slow to learn.

“I dig fast and learn fast.

“Everyone’s mining and learning speed can match each other.”

…

In the evening, the sky is dark and the school cafeteria lights up.

There are people coming and going, noisy and lively.

Zhang Shan, Lu Yang and a group of classmates gathered together to eat and brag.

"Master said that both of us have done enough, and we can consider being promoted to Sequence Nine!"

"Awesome, Brother Shan, after the ninth sequence, can you become a member of the Immortal Arts Committee? Can you get a position?

"Have you already been established before you graduated from high school?"

Zhang Shan was very proud and was about to brag a few words when he suddenly saw Bai Mo walking by with a dinner plate. He immediately suppressed his words and laughed twice. He waited for Bai Mo to go away before starting to brag again. .