I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

"what's going on?"

In front of the blazing Tiannv Palace, Uncle Jiu pointed to the raging flames and asked Qin Yao, who was stuck at the door when the fire started.

"What else could it be?" Qin Yao said with a smile: "I set up a trap to make the Crow Emperor and the Heavenly Lady Palace Master kill each other, and then killed the Palace Master with a sneak attack, and finally burned all the sins with a fire."

Seeing him say all this calmly and even with a smile on his face, Uncle Jiu was used to it and didn't feel anything, but Ding Yin, who was relatively unfamiliar with him, felt a little shuddering.

Many things are easy to say, but not necessarily easy to do.

Neither the Crow Emperor nor the Tiannv Palace Master is easy to deal with. It is not an easy task to design them and succeed in designing them.

"Ding Yin!"

At this time, two monks came to them one after the other, and the big monk holding the Zen staff suddenly cried out.

"Zang Xiaoru?" Ding Yinxun looked at the prestige, and instantly understood the purpose of the other party's trip, and said with deep meaning: "You came too late."

Zang Xiaoru frowned, and confronted each other: "Is it the Tiannv Palace that you destroyed? What are you proud of?"

Ding Yin: "..."

"Hero Ding, Uncle Nine, Daoist Qin." Fortunately, Di Mingqi rushed over at this moment, and invisibly resolved Ding Yin's embarrassment.

"The Kunlun sent Zang Xiaoru to thank the Taoist priest on behalf of all the creatures killed by the Tiannv Palace." The great monk borrowed the donkey from the slope and turned to salute Qin Yao.

"Maoshan Qin Yao, pay homage to Zen master Xiaoru." Qin Yao replied.

Ding Yin, Di Mingqi, Xiaoru, and the little monk are really the protagonists in this story.He was still thinking about gaining experience in this group, so he wouldn't pretend to be big in front of Xiaoru's master and apprentice.

"Maoshan..." Xiaoru nodded, and said politely, "I don't know who Qin Taoist master is from?"

"Cough." Uncle Jiu coughed dryly, and after attracting the other party's attention, he cupped his hands and said, "Lin Jiu in Xiamao Mountain is Qin Yao's master."

Xiaoru's complexion changed slightly, and she quickly folded her hands together: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Master Zen, you're being polite." Uncle Jiu waved his hand.

Hearing this, Xiaoru breathed a sigh of relief, and pondered: "Ding Yin, have you received the letter from Changmei?"

Ding Yin was surprised and said: "Changmei's message? What happened?"

Xiaoru: "You didn't go back to the Nanhai faction, did you? A few days ago, there appeared in the rivers and lakes a Four Elephant Demon Cult that believed in the blood god. They burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil. It is rumored that they want to resurrect the blood demon. Daoist Changmei told me I sent a letter, saying that we are inviting you and me to the Four Elephant Demon Cult to suppress evil spirits and prevent problems before they happen."

Ding Yin nodded slightly: "I have been walking in the rivers and lakes during this period of time, and I have never returned to the mountains. But since I learned about this from you, then the two of us should go together."

Xiaoru waved her hands again and again: "There is no need to go together. We, master and apprentice, do not take the usual path. We are used to being free and comfortable. It is not suitable for you to walk with us. If you have no objection, we only need to meet you before NO.15 next month. Arriving at the Great Snow Mountain, the headquarters of the Four Elephant Demon Sect is on the snow mountain, and I will wait for you below the snow mountain."

Ding Yin said angrily: "You are still so eccentric. If you don't know, you think that both of you, master and apprentice, are not serious, so you are afraid that others will follow you."

Xiaoru said calmly: "What do others think of me? Well, let's not talk nonsense. Lin Daochang, Qin Daochang, and the poor monk are one step ahead."

"Chan Master, please go ahead." Uncle Jiu said.

Qin Yao bowed his hands and saluted: "All the countries are fighting, the world is in chaos, and evil spirits appear frequently. I hope you two have a safe journey."

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Four days later.

The moon is hazy, illuminating the rivers and rivers.

Outside a village engulfed in flames, Ding Yin formed a sword art with his hands. The long sword behind him turned into countless swords like a peacock spreading its tail. chest.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

One after another, the corpses stared at the eyes of death, and fell to the ground one after another. The children who were looted by them were tied with knots and strung together into a long dragon. At this moment, they all squatted on the ground, crying loudly.

"Don't cry, don't cry." After merging hundreds of flying swords into one in the air, Ding Yin controlled the sword with his divine sense, and inserted the blade back into the scabbard behind him like an old horse knowing his way. His movements were as chic as ever He was handsome, but he didn't have a carefree expression on his face. Instead, he looked worried.

Killing a few Demon Cultists is nothing at all. With the help of powerful strength, you can directly draw your sword and kill them. The real trouble is these children who were looted by the Demon Cultists and don't know where to take them as sacrifices.

Based on the number of nearly a hundred children, they must not come from the same village, and their village, including their parents and relatives, probably disappeared in the flames just like the village behind.

"Two priests, do you have any good ideas?"

Ding Yin couldn't solve this problem, so he pointed to the group of mud monkey-like children in front of him, looking hopefully at Qin Yao's master and apprentice.

Uncle Jiu shook his head and said honestly, "I can't help it."

He positioned himself as a reincarnation traveler, and he couldn't live in this world forever, so he couldn't be responsible to these children to the end.

Qin Yao pondered and said: "They can't follow the wandering travelers, so they must have a place to settle down. Ding Daxia, is there any decent family around here? Even if they accept them as child labor, it can be regarded as giving them a way out."

Ding Yin thought hard, and after a while, his eyes lit up: "I remembered! There is a sect called Xianbao nearby. It is rumored that the master of Xianbao has a kind heart, and maybe he can accept them."

Qin Yao: "..."

With that said, why does it feel like bullying an honest person?

The next day.

dusk.

The setting sun is slanting and the breeze is cool.

Ding Yin, Di Mingqi, Nine Uncles, and Qin Yao brought hundreds of children to the Fairy Castle, where they saw the speaker of the Fairy Castle leading a group of girls at a Dunhuang mural.

"Meet the castle master."

Ding Yin asked for help and took the lead in saluting.

"I've seen Hero Ding." The middle-aged nun in a blue gown and holding a sword in her hand bowed her hands in return.

"The castle master is being polite." Ding Yin forced a smile on his face, trying to draw closer with his good looks.

Needless to say, as the most beautiful man of the South China Sea School, he can be called Yushu Linfeng.

It's just that the middle-aged nun doesn't like this at all, and her face is extremely indifferent, almost indifferent: "I won't say much about the polite words. Hero Ding suddenly visited my fairy castle. I don't know what advice you can give me?"

Ding Yin's smile froze slightly, a haze rose in his heart, and he suddenly lost confidence in the purpose of this trip: "I don't dare to give advice, on the contrary, we have something to ask for."

The middle-aged Taoist nun looked up at the hundreds of children behind them, her face sinking like water: "Ding Xia, please tell me."

Ding Yin pursed his lips, and said bravely: "You have also seen that the children behind are all poor people who were persecuted by the monks of the magic way. The villages were burned, and the families were broken. I hope Fairy Castle can sell me a face and give them A way out."