"You are restless and restless. No wonder you can't become a Grand Master. With your character, you will never be able to become a Grand Master in your lifetime. There is no successor to the Yue family."
The old man's poisonous tongue was seen by everyone present.
"you……."
Grandpa was so angry that he was speechless for a while. Grandpa also discovered that he was really no match for him compared to his venomous tongue.
"You two, I haven't announced the start yet, so don't rush to do it."
The great elder was already laughing like crazy, but he still had to endure it. After all, his status did not allow him to laugh. But when he saw that my grandfather was about to take action, the great elder still stood up and continued to preside. After all, the life and death contract had not been signed yet.
, we can’t let them take action yet.
"Then hurry up. What are you waiting for? Don't delay my midnight snack."
When the old man heard what the great elder said, he kept urging him, and his tone was quite rude. He didn't take the great elder seriously at all.
"Hmph, lift it up."
The great elder was unhappy. This did not give Mubo any face. The great elder snorted displeasedly and waved his hand to the shaman disciples standing beside him, gesturing for them to bring up the things.
Four shaman disciples carried the table, and two shaman disciples held the tray in their hands. After placing the table, the tray was also placed on the table, with two scrolls, two plates of refined cinnabar, and two writing brushes.
The scroll is a life-and-death contract that has already appeared. It is the kind of fair fight and no resentment between life and death. It is mainly used as a contract. In case there is a lawsuit over someone's life, there is a way to explain it. If you sign the contract, then
You deserve to die in vain, because you have admitted it yourself, and you cannot regret it. Your family, relatives, and friends cannot seek revenge from the other party or the notary, because the contract is clearly written, and there is no resentment in life or death...
Cinnabar is refined from high-quality cinnabar. Not only are the particles fine, but there is also a hint of golden color in the vermilion. This is the characteristic of high-quality cinnabar. It is said that cinnabar can channel spirits. The better the cinnabar, the more effective it will be.
outstanding.
Both brushes are spiritual brushes. For other sects, this spiritual brush may be very rare, but for Shamanism with the Five Spiritual Elders, this spiritual brush is not a problem. The spirit beasts in their back mountains will naturally transform.
The hair on the bottom is the best spiritual brush bristles, and the pen holder is purple spiritual bamboo. There are many of these in Luoxing Forest. Because of the nourishment of the dead bodies, these purple bamboos have also become spiritual bamboo and are used as pen holders.
Apart from the heavy Yin energy, there is nothing bad about it.
"Boy, please sign."
The great elder looked at the items that had been placed, and made a gesture of invitation to the two of them, indicating that my grandfather and the old man in black robe could sign.
"please."
Grandpa did not rush to sign. Instead, he made a gesture of invitation to the old man. Grandpa just wanted to see what this person's name was. You don't have to say his realm, but this contract must use your real name. I don't believe you dare to use it.
A fake name.
"hehe."
The old man naturally knew what my grandfather had in mind, but he didn't care. He smiled, walked to the table, reached out and opened the Sujin scroll, and looked at the scroll carefully. After seeing that there was nothing wrong with the life and death contract, he
He picked up the Linghao pen, dipped the cinnabar in the cinnabar plate, and wrote his name in the place of his name.
"it's your turn."
After the old man finished writing his name, he deliberately pushed the scroll in front of my grandfather, just to let my grandfather see the name he wrote clearly, and also deliberately reminded me that it was time for my grandfather to write his name.
"Guo Mubo? From the Aixinjueluo family."
Grandpa frowned and looked at the Manchu script on the scroll. If he spoke the scripts of other ethnic minorities, my grandpa might not know it, but he could speak the scripts of the five ethnic groups: Manchu, Mongolian, Korean, Miao, and Bai.
The name written in Manchu was naturally clearly read by my grandfather.
"Hey, I also know Manwen, which is good."
The old man was a little surprised. After all, this was the new dynasty. When it was still Yaoqing, Manchu was a compulsory course. After all, if you want to get fame and become an official, there is no one who doesn't know Manchu. The plaques of Jinluan Palace all have it.
Manchu, this is the attitude of a dynasty. If you want to get in, you must learn Manchu. So at that time, everyone above the fifth rank basically knew Manchu, and most of those below the fifth rank knew Manchu. After all, these people
I also want to be promoted in the future.
The old man knew that the Yue family did not have such a background. The ancestors of this branch of the Yue family did not serve as officials in the Qing Dynasty. I thought that my grandfather could not understand Manchu, but who would have thought that my grandfather could actually understand it.
"I was naughty when I was young. In order to hone my temper, my father made me learn a lot of useless things."
Grandpa was holding a brush in his hand, lowering his head to write his name without raising his head when speaking. After finishing writing, he put down the brush and looked at the old man in the Sun Wukong mask.
"Hahaha, it's something that doesn't exist, it's interesting."
The old man smiled and shook his head. He was not very angry at his grandfather's words. Such words could not anger him at all. He had heard words that were even more outrageous than this, even a hundred times, a thousand times, or ten thousand times more vicious than these words.
"Okay, both parties have signed, and we will have no regrets whether we live or die."
The great elder picked up two scrolls, raised them high above his head, and shouted loudly to everyone present.
"You two, get ready. After I leave, you can start."
The great elder held the scroll in his hand and said to his grandfather and Sun Wukong. After speaking, he turned around and walked out of the middle space, walked to the shaman's viewing position, and waited for the two people in the middle to take action.
"It's so funny. These people actually think that they can watch the competition between Feng Shui Masters. Do you think it's ridiculous or not? Even if they all stand in the middle and watch, will these laymen understand?"
Guo Mubo raised his head and looked at the stars in the night sky through the Sun Wukong mask. His tone was contemptuous when he spoke.
"They are not Feng Shui Masters."
Grandpa didn't dare to relax. The man opposite him was a great master of Feng Shui formations. He was blessed by heaven and earth. Even the slightest disturbance around him could not escape his spiritual perception. However, my grandpa was not the same. Naturally, he did not dare to be as casual as him.
Grandpa watched Guo Mubo's every move to prevent Guo Mubo from making sudden moves or making any small moves.
"Hahaha, you are the Feng Shui Master? Just a small master."
When Guo Mubo heard his grandfather's words, he seemed to have heard a big joke. The laughter was unbridled and the words were even more mocking. Even the grandmaster didn't pay attention to him at all.
"That's enough for you."
Grandpa narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Guo Mubo's unscrupulous ridicule. He couldn't refute the rebuttal. Just like the Feng Shui Formation Master looked at other people as amateurs, the Feng Shui Formation Master looked at these masters the same way. He felt that they
These Feng Shui formation masters are all laymen and do not understand the true meaning of Feng Shui formation.