I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Chapter 118 The Teachings of the Old Master (Subscribe)

Qin Yao licked his dry lips, nodded and said, "I understand, Master."

Chen Qingyan smiled slightly: "The ancestors in the underworld are very optimistic about you, and I am also very optimistic about you.

I hope that in Wai Maozhong in the future, you can carry the banner of your generation.

No matter how fierce the infighting is, it is not a skill. It is a skill to represent Maoshan and fight against a hundred major sects, and to establish Maoshan's prestige! "

Qin Yao bowed his hands and said yes.

Chen Qingyan suppressed his smile, looked through the sparse bamboo leaves, and looked at the sea of ​​clouds: "Although there are no top ten sects in the practice world, in people's hearts, there are still ranks for many sects. And Shushan Compared with many famous sects, such as Taishan School, Tianshi School, Taiyi School, etc., it’s not that I’m underestimating myself, our Maoshan School is indeed inferior.”

Qin Yao was silent about it.

He understands that this is not the fault of contemporary people, but actually involves the three realms of heaven, earth and man, and traces back to the founder of the mountain.

Patriarch Sanmao is certainly excellent, but he may not have an advantage compared with Patriarch Changmei of Shushan School and Zhang Daoling taught by Tianshi, let alone Taishan School and Taiyi Sect with greater background.

Maoshan has people in the sky, and it is true that there are people in the ground.But who is not among these big popes?

"I heard that you recovered the gold and silver whisk?" Seeing that he was silent, the old master stopped bringing up these heavy topics, and a smile appeared on his face again.

Qin Yao let out a foul breath, nodded his head and said: "The main thing is to rely on the help of Hundred Thousand Yashas, ​​otherwise this matter would not be possible at all."

"Can you tell me in detail?" Chen Qingyan asked curiously.

Qin Yao licked his lips, then started from the beginning.When he talked about what he had seen and heard in Xiexiu Village, he paused for a while, thought for a while, and finally told about the cast of the magic wand.

Chen Qingyan listened to him quietly, and then asked: "Do you still remember how to get to that place? It's fine if you don't know. Now that you know, there is absolutely no reason for the ancestor's bones to be left outside."

Qin Yao shook his head: "At that time, I was sitting on Xiaozhuo's magic weapon. Because I was too fast, I couldn't see with my eyes, and I didn't know the route."

"In which direction to go, should you still remember how long it took before and after?" Chen Qingyan asked again.

"I remember this."

Chen Qingyan took out two golden talisman papers from his pocket, handed one to Qin Yao, and then stuck the other in the middle of his chest.

"Shh, shh, shh..."

Dots of golden light flew out from the talisman paper, surrounded his body, and condensed into two golden wings on his back. The wings trembled slightly, and they actually drove him to fly.

"Let's go, take me to the place where you started first, and find out the right direction. Let's try to find it and bring back the remains of the ancestor."

Looking at the old head who was hanging in the sky, Qin Yao's eyes flashed with splendor.

Flying talisman!

Talismans whose cultivation level is below the level of a celestial master can't even draw it!

I just don't know if this talisman was drawn by the sect master himself, or if he got it by chance.

If it is the former, the opponent's cultivation may not be lower than those of the ancestors in Nei Mao.

It has to be said that the amulet and the flying talisman are not the same concept at all. It didn't take long for the old and the young flying in the sky to rush from Maoshan to Fucheng, hanging above the department store.

In order to prevent being seen and causing unnecessary commotion, neither of them intended to go down.

"Which direction is it?" Chen Qingyan took out a bronze compass engraved with five elements and eight trigrams from his arms, and looked at Qin Yao energetically.

Qin Yao stretched out his hand and pointed to the southeast: "This direction."

"Let's go." Chen Qingyan flapped his wings and flew towards the southeast first.

Qin Yao glanced down at the building, followed closely behind...

midnight.

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

Chen Qingyan held the compass in his hand, murmured words, and followed the pointer on the compass to adjust the direction continuously.

Qin Yao didn't know what the working principle of the compass was, but when he approached the master, he faintly heard him talking about the patriarch...

soon.

He raised his head and looked ahead, and he immediately lifted his spirits: "Sect Leader, we're here, it's the valley in front of us."

Chen Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief silently, put his hands together on the compass, and bowed to the void.

Qin Yao was completely at a loss, secretly speculating: Could it be that he is worshiping a certain patriarch and thanking him for his kindness in leading the way?

Just as they were thinking, the two landed on the cloud and stepped into this gloomy valley full of rancid smell.

"Hiss."

In the darkness, venomous snakes opened their colorful pupils, smelling the scent of strangers, and quickly rushed towards them.

Like a sea of ​​snakes.

When Qin Yao came here last time, there were hundreds of thousands of yakshas as companions. The snakes were frightened and did not dare to go forward. The feeling was not deep.This time again, without the deterrence of the Yashas, ​​I finally deeply realized the danger of this place.

Ordinary monks really can't get involved easily!

Just as the group of snakes was about to move and attack, Chen Qingyan suddenly released a powerful momentum, which made the group of snakes bow their heads and freeze in place!
"Master, based on your strength, you should have been able to enter the inner chamber a long time ago, right?" Qin Yao couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked softly.

"There is always someone to take responsibility." Chen Qingyan said seriously.

Qin Yao: "..."

How do you feel like he's talking to me?

After a while, the two came to the end of the valley together. Chen Qingyan glanced down at the fragments of horror dolls on the ground, and the anger flashed across his face: "Qin Yao, do you know how these dolls are made?"

Qin Yao pondered for a moment: "With resentment?"

"Use ghost babies to make it!"

Chen Qingyan clenched the white fly in his hand and said: "Kill the child formed in the woman's body with a secret method and cultivate it into a ghost baby. Throwing it into a cloth doll is simply insane! This is crooked and inhumane. The poison of the human heart is sometimes even more demonic."

Qin Yao said in a deep voice: "This kind of evil cultivator can no longer be called a human being!"

"After the resentful souls of evil cultivators are released later, come and kill them one by one. Killing them will accumulate virtue." Chen Qingyan said in a low voice as he walked towards the ancestral hall in the village.

Qin Yao paused, and then quickly followed: "Thank you, Master."

He knew that for a monk of Chen Qingyan's level, it was far easier to kill evil by himself than to give him a chance to kill evil by himself.

In other words, Chen Qingyan is escorting him, giving him Yinde for nothing!
"Burn their corpses first, lest resentful spirits appear later and become living corpses after getting into the corpses." After entering the ancestral hall, Chen Qingyan ordered.

"Burn it here or move it out?"

"Move out." Chen Qingyan said: "Their resentful souls are suppressed here, and they cannot leave the gate of the ancestral hall."

Qin Yao nodded, and was just about to move when his heart skipped a beat. He ran over and opened the door completely, then returned to the corpses, and kicked all the shriveled corpses out one by one.

Probably because of the heavy strength on his feet, the mummy was almost kicked to pieces by him, and the stressed bones were covered with cracks.

Not far away, the corners of Chen Qingyan's mouth twitched slightly as he watched Qin Yao who was kicking a football.

He admired the bastard's style of doing things.

Much like when he was younger...

(End of this chapter)