The Sims of the Realms

"Mao Xiaofang?"

Lin Weiran understood the identity of the person chasing the zombies, it was Mao Xiaofang, the celestial master, and from him, Lin Weiran could feel strong mana fluctuations.

At this moment, Mao Xiaofang continued to use his mana to speed up, trying to catch up with the zombie Wang Xuankui, and it could be seen that the mahogany sword in his hand had turned red, and he could strike hard anytime, anywhere.

"Xuan Kui, you can't escape!"

Mao Xiaofang just suddenly had a strange feeling, and then he would calm down, and he had to concentrate on dealing with the zombie Wang Xuankui.

The zombie Wang Xuankui seemed annoyed by being chased, suddenly stopped, stretched out a pair of skinny black iron-like claws and grabbed Mao Xiaofang violently.

Clang!
The mahogany sword actually made the sound of metal and iron.

A series of sparks splashed out, and in an instant, Xuan Kui's hands were cut open, and there was not even a trace of blood in the wound, but green liquid flowed out.

Xuan Kui didn't know the pain, and the violent aura on his body made people frightened. He suddenly opened his mouth, his one-inch long fangs were extremely ferocious, and Mao Xiaofang was caught off guard and spit out the breath of corpses accumulated over the years.

"Roar!"

Lin Weiran looked at Mao Xiaofang's disciple on the other side, who was tinkering with some weird things, including hidden weapons and arrows, which could deal with a few zombies.

Mao Xiaofang cupped his hands and said.

"Brother Lin, this is against the rules, don't worry, I believe you can't do it? Hey, hey...how come you fight back so hard..."

"Master, one escaped here!"

If the source is damaged, Xuan Kui will become very weak, and I don't know how long it will take to make up for it, but Xuan Kui has not regressed because of this.

"Are you really a martial arts practitioner?" Mao Xiaofang was puzzled, and kicked the zombie to death. No matter how good a martial arts practitioner is, it is difficult to achieve this level.

Lin Weiran felt quite strange, respecting Wang Fuxi, this is nothing, but Zhang Sanfeng as the patriarch is very fascinating, Mao Xiaofang is also a generation of celestial masters, shouldn't Zhang Daoling and Zhang celestial master be the patriarch?

In an instant, the mahogany sword was in full bloom!

Mao Xiaofang's chest heaved slightly, and he started chasing and killing the zombie Wang Xuankui from the mainland, all the way to Hong Kong Island, but he still failed to solve this big trouble.

She was tortured to death by the soldiers of the island country during the war, her obsession persisted, she wanted to find her husband and reincarnate again, so she wandered for many years.

Mao Xiaofang is a generation of celestial masters, with an open mind, and some methods of observing energy and knowing people, knowing that Lin Weiran is not a person with evil intentions, and he did not deliberately hide it.

Lin Weiran smiled: "It's not just about practicing martial arts. Later, I also learned about cultivating immortals and exhaling spiritual energy from others. Later, I practiced all of them well, and learned some other things."

"Oh, it was the work of my master and my apprentice. Unfortunately, the most powerful zombie king Xuankui escaped. We chased and killed Xuankui all the way but failed to achieve our wish."

The moonlight was hazy, and the forest was supposed to be silent. However, there were dozens of footsteps in this supposedly silent forest, crunching on the ground.

Mao Xiaofang's tone was harsh, although he criticized in his mouth, his movements were not slow at all, and he caught up with the zombies with a few leaps while holding the mahogany sword.

"This is better than Wen Cai."

Lin Weiran was puzzled: "The female ghost is looking for a husband?"

"You don't even know Taoism, you're not as good as me." Afan blurted out, and immediately attracted Mao Xiaofang's eyes: "Shut up!"

Lin Weiran stretched out his right hand to signal Mao Xiaofang to check it out, but Mao Xiaofang knew it was impolite to check other people's cultivation level when they met for the first time, so he flatly refused.

Mao Xiaofang held a sword flower and then clasped his fists in a salute. Lin Weiran looked at him as if he was seeing Uncle Nine, and there was always a sense of intimacy.

"Can't leave the place where the bones are buried for ten kilometers, and there is such a saying? What if someone dismembers the body and buries half of it, and the other half is buried thousands of miles away?"

Unexpectedly, there happened to be a female ghost looking for her husband at night. She passed by here, thinking that Afan was a little devil, she was angry and wanted to kill Afan. "

Lin Weiran thought for a while: "The highest realm of cultivating immortals is the Mahayana stage. Although I haven't practiced to the Mahayana stage, my strength is not inferior to the Mahayana stage."

Hong Kong Island, where the two of us had just arrived, was unfamiliar with the place. Afan wanted to buy a hat to wear, but he didn’t have much money, so he bought an island country military hat.

It seems to be the same with or without him.

The mahogany sword suddenly slashed down.

Lin Weiran's eyes narrowed slightly, and he showed a smile: "I don't know Taoism, but in some respects Taoism is the same as other methods."

Mao Xiaofang insisted: "Brother Lin, you don't understand, kung fu is kung fu, Taoism is Taoism, and the zombie king Xuankui can only be killed by Taoism."

Mao Xiaofang spoke eloquently.

Afan covered his mouth and hunched his body with a half-smile, looking like a laughing zombie, Mao Xiaofang reprimanded: "Afan! Be serious!"

Lin Weiran said bluntly: "For example, the umbrella that Master Mao is carrying, according to Master Mao, I am afraid that you can only see through it if you practice Taoism. There is a soul hidden in this black umbrella, right?"

Mao Xiaofang couldn't help but greet him with the peach-wood sword. The peach-wood sword kept waving, red lights flickered, and the zombies with copper skin and iron bones were missing arms and legs.

Lin Weiran was greatly moved after hearing this. In this age, damn it, even ghosts know about the resistance against Japan. It's not like all kinds of foreign garbage in another world.

Ordinary, not much different from ordinary people, but Lin Weiran, who was stared at by Mao Xiaofang, had a slightly weird expression on his face.

Lin Weiran and Mao Xiaofang reached a consensus.

Lin Weiran, seeing that he didn't believe it, said, "Could it be that Master Mao doesn't believe it? I really haven't practiced Taoism. If you don't believe it, Master Mao can see for himself."

"Is that the escaped zombie?"

Afan: "..."

Lin Weiran interrupted him before he finished speaking: "Master Mao, although I haven't practiced Taoism, my strength is unmatched. Maybe I can save your life at a critical moment."

"Roar!" "Roar!"

"Kung fu is so powerful?"

Mao Xiaofang didn't quite believe it either, but it was nothing. There must be a reason for Lin Weiran's reluctance to disclose, so it's best to ask less at this time.

As for Afan, he is indeed a dispensable person, and in the later stage, he often drags Mao Xiaofang back. In terms of accepting apprentices, Mao Xiaofang and Uncle Jiu are really similar.

But is it really okay to kill someone with a heart?
"Well, good!" Mao Xiaofang did not refuse this time, Lin Weiran is indeed capable, and he can look directly at ghosts with the naked eye, so he is a good helper.

Lin Weiran didn't feel offended, so he opened his mouth and said, "Master Mao, chasing and killing the zombie king sounds very interesting, and I want to see it too."

"Let you concentrate on learning Taoism and improving your mana, but you always study these foreign objects. Can these things be better than Taoism?"

Mao Xiaofang also said: "Brother Lin misunderstood, the soul in the umbrella was voluntarily entered by her, it's a long story and it has something to do with my useless apprentice.

Mao Xiaofang was grabbed by Lin Weiran's hand and pressed to his wrist. The hand was so strong that Mao Xiaofang couldn't break free at all, so he could only passively perceive Lin Weiran's mana cultivation.

"This Taoist priest, did you kill these zombies?" Lin Weiran couldn't help asking, and Mao Xiaofang came back to his senses.

Afan muttered softly.

"Master Mao is polite."

Originally, the team of two people and one Umbrella Soul became lively with the addition of Lin Weiran. During this period, Lin Weiran was very curious about Taoism.

"puff!"

Lin Weiran said slowly.

"He ran away again!"

The zombie slammed into a big tree, before Mao Xiaofang could react, a ghostly figure appeared in front of the zombie.

"Then thank you Brother Lin."

Mao Xiaofang continued: "I don't know where it is, but it should be on Hong Kong Island. We found out that her husband is a member of the Dongjiang guerrillas.

Afan couldn't help but speak.

Mao Xiaofang subconsciously looked at the man's feet.

"This... heavy feet!"

"Taoists practice many things, including scriptures, repentance, fasting, sacrifice, spells, forbidden spells, seclusion, riding on stilts, exorcising evil spirits, subduing demons, subjugating demons, eliminating disasters, fasting and immortals, etc.

But at this moment, Mao Xiaofang moved sideways, because the zombie flew upside down for some reason, if he hadn't reacted quickly, he would probably be hit by the zombie.

"Master Mao, if you hunt down Xuan Kui alone, it will definitely not be safer than if I go with you. It just so happens that I also want to experience the Taoism of the Tiandao School."

Mao Xiaofang's expression changed drastically. He couldn't even touch the zombie king's corpse aura. He took a step back, holding the mahogany sword in his right hand, and put the index finger and middle finger of his left hand together on his mouth to bite a little bit of skin, and wiped a little bit of vermilion blood On the mahogany sword.

Lin Weiran paused slightly as he spoke.

He took down a black oil-paper umbrella from behind. As Lin Weiran said, there was indeed a soul hidden inside this black umbrella, or... a female ghost!
Lin Weiran smiled: "Don't worry about how you know, anyway, it's not by Taoism. Even if Master Mao is not upright, I would think that Master Mao is a demon from somewhere, and forcibly detains the soul of the umbrella."

Mao Xiaofang's voice was high-pitched, and Xuankui's cultivation base was profound, so it was not surprising to summon some ordinary zombies, but the chance to hunt down Xuankui was rare.

Lin Weiran asked curiously.

"That's right, little brother, did you see Xuan Kui?" Mao Xiaofang hurriedly asked, and Lin Weiran said softly, "I only saw a back."

If Mao Xiaofang distracts himself from dealing with ordinary zombies, Xuan Kui will take the opportunity to escape. Even Mao Xiaofang is a contemporary celestial master, and he has no skills at all.

After death, the soul can't leave the place where the bones are buried too far, at most ten kilometers in radius, I put her soul into a black umbrella, so that I can cross the river across the province. "

It was also influenced by her husband, she hated the islanders extremely, it was really unlucky for Afan to be bumped into by her wearing the island military cap that day. "

Lin Weiran said: "Master Mao, you are being polite. My name is Lin Weiran. I have no family or sect. Although I have some connections with a Taoist priest in Maoshan, that Taoist priest didn't teach me any Taoism. It's just a chance. Coincidentally, I practiced some kung fu, which made Master Mao laugh."

"Ho ho chuck dah..."

Seeing that Lin Weiran was quite righteous, Mao Xiaofang said, "Mao Xiaofang, the poor Taoist, is the No. 18 descendant of the Tiandao sect. I don't know which sect the little brother is from? Kicking a zombie to death has profound magic power, which is really admirable!"

Many people we know are representatives of Taoism, such as Fuxi, Huangdi, Laozi, Zhuangzi, Liezi, Guiguzi, Zhang Liang, Zhuge Liang, Liu Bowen, Mr. Shui Jing, Chen Tuan, Zhang Sanfeng, etc.

"Then her husband..."

Mao Xiaofang sighed and said: "Her name is Alian, she is also a poor person, her husband was originally a guerrilla, and he didn't go home after the war of resistance.

"I don't know about that either." Mao Xiaofang said, but the way he looked at Lin Weiran was not as kind as it was at the beginning.

After regaining his senses, Mao Xiaofang said: "Brother Lin, forgive me, chasing and killing Xuankui is extremely dangerous, and it is absolutely impossible without professional training..."

Lin Weiran thought about Uncle Jiu, Qiusheng still has literary talents, although Qiusheng is a little loose, but he is a solid support for Uncle Jiu, and his combat effectiveness is not bad.

Speaking of this, Mao Xiaofang felt that he couldn't talk anymore, and if he kept talking, he would become mentally disturbed, so he offered to leave.

"Brother Lin, we met today by fate. It's just that my master and apprentice are going to hunt down the zombie king Xuankui, so we will leave first."

"This Xuan Kui is quite smart!"

Wang Fuxi, the venerable of the Tiandao sect, respects the ancestor of Sanfeng. He is proficient in spells, good at exorcising evil spirits and subduing demons. Because he is good at destroying zombies, he is also called the priest of zombies. "

Zombies will make a unique corpse cry.

Mao Xiaofang was taken aback.

Mao Xiaofang asked puzzledly.

Wen Cai is a fool. This Ah Fan is better than Wen Cai, but he can't compare with Qiu Sheng, and he is a big licking dog, not likable at all.

"how do you know?"

"What did Brother Lin mean?"

The man lifted his foot and kicked it slightly!
The copper-skinned and iron-framed zombie had its head broken. Even though the zombie is immortal, if the head is off, it's still damned.

Afan couldn't help laughing out loud.

Lin Weiran tilted her head and asked.

Mao Xiaofang couldn't help laughing, his iconic eyebrows trembled up and down slightly, and then he felt impolite, so he opened his mouth and asked, "What realm has brother Lin cultivated to?"

Mao Xiaofang and Afan: "..."

Mao Xiaofang dealt with most of the zombies neatly. Looking up, Xuankui was gone, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Xuan Kui raised his head to the sky and roared!

Mao Xiaofang was about to make a move, when suddenly there was a sound of "Puff" in the surrounding forest, the soil was broken, and something was ready to come out.

The result is naturally no mana at all.

Afan said with a speechless face: "What a person, am I not a person? I can also help the master, without me at critical times..."

"No, it's summoning zombies!"

A large group of zombies in front of them seemed to be ancient people, and their clothes were a little tattered, some of which were Qing Dynasty official uniforms.

"Is there any difference?"

Xuankui was a little afraid of this peach wood sword, zombies would not feel pain, but a magical weapon such as peach wood sword would damage the zombie's origin if it hit him.

"How can my master be a demon!"

On the other side, Afan's arrows have been used up. Facing the fast-running zombies, Afan, who is not skilled in Taoism, can only watch.

Lin Weiran asked.

Lin Weiran witnessed the fight not far away, as expected, Mao Xiaofang was pinned down by a group of zombies and couldn't escape, Xuankui put his feet on the ground and jumped away.

Thinking of Zhang Tianshi, Lin Weiran suddenly remembered that in a systematic lottery, he had also received a copy of Zhang Daoling's personal talisman secret technique.

And this world is at a time when Taoism is brilliant, and there are talismans and secret arts that can be practiced. Lin Weiran is still very interested in Taoism and talismans.

Having said that, Lin Weiran looked at the black umbrella, the soul of the umbrella, that is, Alian, seemed to be trembling in the umbrella since he appeared.

It's like seeing Hades.

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