The Snows of Tasikel

It's been more than a month since I lost it in this ghost place.

For more than a month, he has suffered a lot. He was exposed to the sun all day long, lacked clothing and food, and his eyes were blinded by the sand, but he had to keep surveying and mapping records.

To say how the son of the dignified soul fell to this point, it started two years ago.

Two years ago, with the help of Si Sheng, Sui Liujing escaped from the imperial city with the Prophet, and also worshiped the Prophet as his teacher along the way, and has since traveled all over the world.

Ordinarily, becoming the Prophet's apprentice is a good thing that you can't even imagine anywhere in the Five Continents. Not only can you learn a lot of skills, but just mentioning the name of the Prophet can be echoed by everyone, which can be said to be a ladder to success.

It's a pity that Sui Liu doesn't have those ambitions. He didn't even want the power of the soul. He just wanted to be an ordinary civilian and live an ordinary life. Unexpectedly, the prophet refused.

In the past two years, whenever Sui Liu dared to show any intention of not wanting to continue studying, he would use thousands of methods to punish Sui Liu, and he would not stop until he embarked on the road of no return as a lonely master.

If it’s just practicing soul techniques and reciting magic circles, it’s fine. Before Sui Liu did this every day in the ascetic monastery, he was already used to it. But in fact, since he worshiped the prophet as his teacher, Sui Liu has never had a comfortable day. .

This point, the prophet also reminded him in advance.

"I have a bad temper, so my apprentice must be obedient, otherwise it will end badly. Your senior brother Ye Alan is an example. He made great achievements after the founding war, but he did not follow my order and returned to Shengshu Village to continue his work. He devoted himself to studying the art of the soul, but he wanted to follow the emperor, and he died within two years after that."

Sui Liu's face changed slightly, this is a secret of the royal family.

Ye Alan was a hero of the empire. Legend has it that he died in the aftermath of the bandit suppression after the founding of the country. Now the prophet said that it seems that there is something else hidden.

However, the Prophet did not dwell on this issue, "Since I have lived for so long, I naturally have my reasons. If you are not convinced, first live longer than me."

Follow the trend... Doesn't this mean that unless I kill you, I can only listen to your words...

However, there was no expression on his face.

From then on, Sui Liu began his apprenticeship career.

The first month was fairly easy, just follow the Prophet and observe what the Prophet was doing on a daily basis.The Prophet said, you just need to meet this standard first, don't think it's easy to be my apprentice, you will have to accept it in the future.

Originally, in the cognition of following the flow, the prophet should live in some deep mountain and old forest, live a leisurely hermit life, drink and fish when he is in a good mood, and the most daily work is to write a document so that future generations can pass it on, and then sit down. Liao Ruo knew all the major events in the world with a wave of his hand there, just waiting for those who came from afar to come to him for knowledge and help.

But he was completely wrong. The Prophet seemed to have no home, let alone a secluded abode.I have been following him for at least two years and have never seen him go home.

It’s just that the Prophet disappears every once in a while, so I speculate that when the Prophet disappears, he may go to a home or a warehouse or other place, where all kinds of classics and materials he collected are piled up.

So where do Follower and Prophet usually live?

The answer is that they have no permanent home at all.

The speed of the Prophet's movement is so amazing that the basic requirement of "keeping up" with the flow can hardly be met at first.The frequent use of the high-consumption spirit spell, Air Crossing, made him exhausted, but the Prophet was almost unaware of it. He could travel to major cities on five continents in just three months.

In such a high-speed transfer, the Prophet does all kinds of incredible things:

He visited scholars and craftsmen, had secret talks with the founders of religions, went to the highest mountains in the five continents to watch the stars, collected documents from merchants and monks, and inquired about information from the three religions in places where fish and dragons were mixed.In addition, he also likes to do some spies and spies. Spy on the royal family's intelligence, steal and copy the classics of various countries, and sometimes mix into the army, disguised as ordinary soldiers to fight with the country.

I can't imagine that a human being can accomplish so much work, or that the prophet is not human at all.

Looking at the state of the prophet's familiarity with the road, it seems that he has been doing these things since he was born.

For the age he has lived, as long as he is ambitious, it is not a dream that he wants to rule the world with this ability and knowledge, but he does not seem to pay much attention to politics, and he is not very interested in the art of following the crowd. enthusiastic.

When asked about it, the Prophet replied: "Things like politics and art have been the same for so many years, and there is nothing to care about."

After one month of apprenticeship, the work of following the flow began to become onerous.

The Prophet drank tea and chatted elegantly with the craftsmen in the tea room, and he kept recording the autobiography of the craftsmen beside him.

The Prophet walked gracefully in the desert, and he was carrying various heavy equipment beside him.

He and the Prophet went to Ruislet Protestantism to steal the Protestant scriptures, but they were discovered by the believers. The Prophet ran first and kicked him to the believers who were chasing him.

When I arrived at the residence at night, I had to help the prophet deal with all the chores, and I had to be reprimanded by the prophet:

"Do you have no brains or what's going on? Let you only record useful things, why do you record these, the emotional experience of a craftsman? What use is this for us? You only need to record his method of making utensils! "

"I asked you to stop the believers, but you actually drowned them all. You have no mercy at all. You just need to freeze their feet on the ground, and they won't come after you."

Those days passed, it was like a male version of cabbage.

When wandering in Erin Youting's library, he liked to read beautiful collections of poetry and the history of various countries. Perhaps because of his extreme lack of emotion, he was particularly interested in these things.

Now that he has regained his ability to express himself, he can even vividly describe every war between the Eastern Red Nation and the Trudus Dynasty when the Eastern Red Continent was previously known as the Fredian Continent.

But he often felt ashamed in the face of the prophet's sharp criticism.

"You see, these things are useless at all. Your dry head just thinks these boring adjectives are nice, and you can't understand the deep meaning of the emotion. Instead of wasting time here, why not read the information book with me."

The books read by the Prophet do not contain beautiful rhetoric and long hymns. His books only contain complex diagrams, all kinds of logical grammar and data composed of words.

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The task this time originated from one night, the two of them finished their day's work and sorted out documents in a temporary residence on a small island in the middle of the sea.This job was done almost every day after he was apprenticed to a master. Usually, he would handle the tedious parts, while the prophet would leisurely classify them.

At midnight, the wall clock rang. Originally, this day should have been spent quietly and tiredly like every day following the prophet, but Ci Yi suddenly raised his head from the pile of books.

He squinted his eyes and stared at the calendar book spread aside for a while, and said with some annoyance, "How could I forget?"

He looked at him puzzledly.

Ci Yi stretched out his hand and pulled out a large map from somewhere, while looking at the map, he tapped his chin with his hand.

"How long have you been with me?"

According to Liu Lue's calculation, "two years and sixteen days."

"Hey, remember so clearly, don't you calculate when you can get out of the sea of ​​suffering every day?"

"Don't dare to follow the trend." However, it is recording the day of the crucifixion.

"Tsk, you really have a facial paralysis. No matter how you tease you, you don't respond. It's really boring."

Seeing that Sui Liu still had a dead face, Ci Yi waved at him in disgust, then turned his head and continued to study the map.

After a while, he seemed to have finally made up his mind, and called Sui Liu to his side, "You have been with me for so long, and you should learn to be independent a little bit, now I have a task for you," he pointed to the Micah Canal in the Glory Continent on the map At the position below, a small dot is drawn in that place to indicate the desert, "Survey and map the northern part of this desert, and the scale follows the three ratios I told you before."

Ci Yi has always been one-sided, and any objection is invalid for him, so he threw a three-legged machine made of wood at him without waiting for a follow-up reaction.

"This is the theodolite. If you didn't remember how to use it when you watched me operate it, it's also in this book. Read it yourself." Then he threw a book to follow, "The calculation method of the map is also the same. If you understand, you can refer to it yourself.”

Sui Liu replied blankly, "Yes, Master."

This is the only answer allowed from the Prophet.

Ci Yi nodded, and then began to explain, "The large hills in this place change their positions every few years, and the oasis also moves. In the past, I hired the leaders of the sand thieves here to help with surveying and mapping. All the sand thieves in Jia Desert were bought by Irene Youting's army, so this task is entrusted to you, and you should complete it as homework."

"Yes, Master."

Ci Yi immediately began to draw up a travel route, moving his fingers on the big map.

Follow the flow to look at the prophet, who is frowning and writing.

Ci Yi is very attractive when he is not talking, his face is delicate and cold, like a carefully carved jade, the first