peerless teacher

"Congratulations, you have learned Sith language, proficiency, specialization."

whispering sound!

Sun Mo pouted.

I spent 20 yuan, not even a master, it's too bad.

However, this specialization is enough for Sun Mo to understand these scientific books and publications, and to think about problems through the thinking habits of Sith people.

As for the master level, it involves the level of literature and art, and it doesn't mean much to Sun Mo.

Language is a tool!

After Sun Mo mastered this language, the entire library, like a beautiful woman throwing herself into her arms, completely opened her heart to him.

Sun Mo greedily absorbed the knowledge here.

The bookshelves around here are full of books related to botany, many of which Sun Mo has never heard of. If he learns this, the botany of Zhongzhou Academy will definitely be the best in Kyushu.

Time slipped away so imperceptibly.

After Murong Mingyue walked around the first floor, she went upstairs and came down more than an hour later. When she found Sun Mo, she saw him leaning against a bookshelf, holding a tome, Fascinated.

"Sun..."

Murong Mingyue was about to call for someone, but suddenly froze.

wrong!

With Sun Mo's expression, it is obvious that he can understand these books, but he shouldn't, after all, he has nowhere to learn these words.

"Could it be that there are some books written in the language of Kyushu?"

After thinking of this possibility, Murong Mingyue walked over immediately, craned her neck to look, and frowned, she couldn't help asking.

"You can understand?"

"Ok?"

Sun Mo responded casually, and he didn't intend to hide it.

"Where did you learn it?"

Murong Mingyue knew she shouldn't ask, but she couldn't help it.

"I said the text was given by heaven, can you accept it?"

Sun Mo smiled awkwardly.

He didn't want to deceive Murong Mingyue, but he absolutely couldn't say anything about the system.

"I believe!"

Murong Mingyue nodded seriously.

Sun Mo was taken aback for a moment, and then he was relieved.

This is Kyushu, the pinnacle of feudal society, even some famous teachers would believe in Buddhism, let alone barbarians.

They believe in gods.

"What are the books here about?"

Murong Mingyue asked.

She is a very intelligent girl who is also very afraid of trouble, so she doesn't want to find out the ins and outs of Sun Mo. Life is short, so let's spend time on meaningful things.

"This piece is all about botany, I haven't paid attention to the rest."

It has been a long time since Sun Mo found out this time.

"Are there any books on organ puppets?"

Murong Mingyue asked.

"Do you want to decipher the two statue knights outside?"

Sun Mo reacted quickly: "Let's go, let's look for it."

After more than a quarter of an hour, Sun Mo found the books on puppetology on the second floor, and then began to read them, introducing them to Murong Mingyue.

"Are you proficient in puppetology?"

Murong Mingyue was surprised.

Sun Mo's introduction is not the kind of reading aloud according to the scriptures, but a narration with his own opinions. If you don't have a certain degree of puppet learning, you can't do it.

"so so!"

Sun Mo is humble. In fact, he has a master-level theory of puppetology, but he has never invested energy in this subject.

After all, it is impossible to create a Transformer if you have learned the ultimate.

It should be because of learning this language that God's Insight can also be used. When one glances at the bookshelf, the names of those books will pop up directly.

"The Craft of Golem Making"

""720 Tricks and Tricks""

""Bionic People's Congress Revealed""

……

Sun Mo searched around, and finally pulled out a book.

"I think it's this one!"

Sun Mo flipped through the pages.

The Sith call puppetry, or golem technology, a comprehensive discipline involving forging, bionics, smelting, communication, and so on.

"A lot of content!"

Sun Mo talked for half an hour, and his lips were tired.

"Here!"

Murong Mingyue handed Sun Mo the water bottle, signaling him to take a sip before continuing.

There was no way, after Sun Mo threw a Bowen strong note to the two of them, he continued to introduce the contents of the book, and from time to time, the two would discuss it.

"It turns out to be powered by sunlight, which explains why they are still able to move after all these years."

Murong Mingyue was filled with emotions.

"Yes!"

Sun Mo nodded.

The golem technology of the Sith is completely different from the puppet science. It is more systematic and industrialized.

These golems can be mass-produced, not only for guarding security, but also for mining, cleaning, monitoring, etc., with various functions.

The puppets of Kyushu are basically the crystallization of personal wisdom, so there will be all kinds of unimaginable works, which cannot be mass-produced.

"Let's get rid of the two golems outside first?"

Murong Mingyue proposed.

"it is good!"

It was rare for the other party to make a request, so Sun Mo couldn't bear to refuse.

After all, these two golems have gone through too long years and have not been maintained. Therefore, although they can move, their structures are aging and their utilization rate of sunlight has been greatly reduced.

So to get them done, the focus is on a waste of words.

"I come!"

Murong Mingyue took action personally in order to better understand them.

After a quarter of an hour, the two golems exhausted their energy and stopped, motionless.

Although she didn't have any tools at hand, Murong Mingyue still took them apart, and when the metal plate was taken off, she exclaimed.

Inside the golem, all kinds of gears and levers are densely arranged. Ordinary people may feel dizzy at a glance, but for a puppet master like Murong Mingyue, this is the most beautiful picture scroll.

"Sun Mo, can you give it to me?"

Murong Mingyue begged.

"What is our relationship? Why do we have to distinguish so clearly?"

Sun Mo smiled: "There are also those books, you can read them as you like."

"I wish you could teach me the language!"

Murong Mingyue looked at Sun Mo with her beautiful big eyes. Although she gave up suicide, left the prairie, and came to Zhongzhou Academy, but to be honest, she felt that life was meaningless.

But now, she has found a new goal.

It turns out that there is a wider world besides the puppetology I know.

"OK!"

Sun Mo already had an idea. He planned to translate these books into Kyushu language and open them to the school's famous teachers.

Murong Mingyue was about to thank her, but was interrupted by a voice.

"I want to learn this language too!"

Chapter 968

Sun Mo drew his sword and stepped forward at the same time, blocking Murong Mingyue's body, looking directly at the direction from which the voice came.

The counterattack storm didn't respond, which meant that the other party had no intention of sneak attacking, but that he was able to hide quietly until now, and show up unscrupulously, which shows that he has strong self-confidence and strength.

"Don't take care of me!"

Even though she said so, Murong Mingyue was still very happy in her heart, with a little happiness of being cared for.

An elderly green-skinned aborigine appeared in the library, wearing a cloak made of feathers from various birds and a necklace made of stones, shells, and bones around his neck.

The long hair on the head was braided, and then neatly tied into a bundle with a straw rope behind the head.

"Looks like a big man!"

Sun Mo's eyes fell on the crutches that the natives were leaning on. Other than that, it didn't have any weapons, but he didn't dare to underestimate it.

"You just said that this language is called Sith? Could you please introduce this country?"

The natives smiled and were very kind.

"Sorry, I didn't read about it."

Sun Mo shook his head.

"Oh!"

The native looked at Sun Mo: "There's no rush, anyway, I'll have time to get to know you slowly, don't worry, I admire scholars the most, and I won't hurt you."

"Who is your Excellency?"

Sun Mo frowned slightly, hearing what the other party wanted, it seemed that he wanted to keep them.

"I am the elder of the Lumi Tribe, Mu Feng, then you two, please take these two pills!"

While talking, the elder took out two cherry-sized pills from his pocket and handed them to Sun Mo.

"Sorry, my mother told me not to eat what others give me!"

Sun Mo refused.

"puff!"

She clearly knew that she shouldn't laugh in such an occasion, but Murong Mingyue couldn't help it. She never expected that Sun Mo would actually make a joke.

"Let's eat it, otherwise, I can only beat you to death."

The elder smiled like a kind grandfather next door, but what he said made people feel chills.

This place is the Holy Land of the Lumi Clan.

For generations, the ancestors have warned future generations to protect everything here, so after the invasion of foreigners, the green mist natives strengthened the defense here.