"Those patterns, taken apart, are the patterns on this one!"
“…… Ah? "
Wind into the forest, a moment of confusion.
"You don't mean that the book Is Tianshu a book? Only you Miao people can understand your books. By the way, what kind of inheritance have you got... "
How in a twinkling of an eye, it becomes a pattern!?
"The pattern on this box is made by taking apart the characters on our Miao family and spelling them out..."
"Don't talk to me about this," Feng Chenglin shook his head like a rattle drum. "I don't understand you talking to me. You just need to tell me, can you open this treasure box?"
"You can say you can..." Ding temple said to do, no longer delay time: "as long as we find the corresponding content in the book of heaven, and then put the content together in the box, we can open the treasure box!"
Feng Chenglin came to the spirit: "so you found a way to open it?"
"No!"
“……”
"But the password must be a page on the book of heaven. As long as I have time, I can definitely know and spell it out..."
"Fengchenglin":.... "
Isn't that bullshit?
I've been talking for a long time. It's all rubbish!
What they lack most is time!!
"I told you to fix the temple, we don't have much time for you to play Scrabble..."
"Do you think I want to play?" Dingmiao Baiyan: "it's like putting a bunch of strokes here, waiting for you to assemble one by one. Can you spell out an article according to the strokes?"
"Fengchenglin":.... "
No!!
Don't say it's for strokes, it's for him a pile of words, he can't piece together the article.
It can be seen that things are not optimistic!!
After seeing the look of the temple, Feng Chenglin swallowed all the words behind him.
Here and now, it's unnecessary for him to say anything.
Now the best way is not to disturb.
Biting his finger, Feng Chenglin sits on the steps and waits for news.