As a fallen master of the Republic of China, there is a Taoist priest named Ninth Uncle

Chapter 277: Three bedrooms, two living rooms, one kitchen, one bathroom, two bathrooms!!

With the afternoon of the straight has arrived, the executioner gave an order, the executioner immediately drank a sip of courageous wine, then raised the machete of more than 2 years, and sure enough, the rope broke, he was also very obedient, desperately ran to the distance, for fear of being caught again, on the way he did not dare to stop at all, and finally returned home, which was the honor to meet his wife!

In the blink of an eye, ten years passed, this day the swordsman happened to pass by his house, saw the wife of his friend in front of the door, and immediately frowned, and then the woman invited him to the house for tea, and the wife said: “Thank you Third Master, ten years ago for saving your life”!

At this moment, my friend also came out of the house, and without saying a word, he bowed down!

This scene completely made the swordsman stunned, and he quickly pulled the woman to the side and said to her: “Your husband was killed by me ten years ago.”

Before the words were finished, the friend standing on the side covered his head and roared, and after a while, he fell to the ground in response, a bright red cut mark appeared on his neck, and the blood he spit out instantly corroded the ground, and his head fell to the ground.

As soon as the swordsman wanted to check, his friend’s body directly turned into flying ash.

It turned out that the swordsman only wanted to comfort his friend and dispel his fear of death, but he did not expect to survive.

It turned out that the executioner’s friend returned home and found 453 a person who died horizontally, changed it to the name of the person who died horizontally, and lived the next yang life for him.

This is called crossing the sea.

Yang life is not finished, and those who die have Yang life on the life and death book.

If the swordsman had not passed by his house and not told the truth, or his friend would have lived.

The top of Bottle Mountain is very large, but when the top of the mountain accommodates more than a thousand people, it is also a little crowded.

The most powerful people are the group of thieves in the Lingling Mountains, led by Chen Yulou, not to mention four or five hundred people, but most of them are ordinary people, and only a few strange people.

Chen Yulou can be a thief, the family business is on the one hand, and his own skills are also there.

He is proficient in all kinds of utensils in the unloading of the ridge, and has excellent eyesight, can observe mud marks, recognize the color of grass, find treasures, and his eloquence is also first-class.

In terms of culture, Chen Yulou is well-read, proficient in ancient languages, and unique among thieves.

In terms of martial arts, Chen Yulou is also very good, his strength is one of the best among the group of thieves, and he is good at flexibly using equipment.

It was with his own means that Chen Yulou led the group of thieves to send a lot of fights, so that his brothers made a lot of money.

Therefore, the group of thieves was also extremely convinced of Chen Yulou, the boss.

It’s just that although Chen Yulou is the emperor of the soil in Sanxiang and Sishui, and the green forest in this area will be shaken if he stomps his feet, the people who come to the mountain really don’t pay much attention to him.

You Chen Yulou has many powerful people and huge forces, but as long as I don’t eat in the three Xiangs and four waters, can you help me?

Among the forces that want to enter the Immortal Cave Mansion, the most noticed are naturally the various big factions.

Gu Zhou and his group went to the top of the mountain, and suddenly countless pairs of eyes brushed over, and at this moment, at least a thousand pairs of eyes stared at them.

On the one hand, they are the premier Maoshan Great Sect of Taoism, and on the other hand, He Xinzhi’s sect is too strong.

Gu Zhou and the others are walking, just he is sitting in a carriage alone, or the carriage of the paper beard, the horseman, and the four horses are also paper lake, but the horseman wields the Fuzi, and the horse moves the four emperors like life.

“Shi Jian and He Xinzhi, the two of the four truths of Maoshan, and Ji Chunhua, their strength is not weak.”

Someone recognized them instantly.

“That’s Shi Jian’s apprentice Gu Zhou?”

There were also more than a dozen people from the Tianshi Mansion who climbed the Bottle Mountain, one of whom was Zhang Chengyang, the Daozi of the Tianshi Mansion of Dragon Tiger Mountain, and asked an old Dao with white hair.

“Good.”

Zhang Chengyang nodded.

“A person who travels thousands of miles to wipe out the stronghold of the Black Dragon Society is really a young hero.”

Old Dao sighed slightly.

“Maoshan disciples of all generations, as long as they cultivate the Lightning Rushing Thunder Fist, there will be no low achievements, and there will be no weak strength. Lightning Rushing Thunder Fist originally had no one cultivated for a hundred years, and I also said that Maoshan would inevitably weaken after all, but I didn’t expect that two people who cultivated Lightning Rushing Thunder Fist appeared in a row, still masters and apprentices. ”

Lao Dao looked at the two beside him: “Zhang Yu, Lin Qi, according to your statement, the two joiners of your door are not sure that they are his opponents?” ”

Lin Qi was silent for a moment and shook his head.

Zhang Yu thought of the scene that night, his heart swayed, and he said in a deep voice: “It’s not that I have the ambition to destroy my own prestige, a hundred meters away, and when I raise my hand, there will be a thunder and lightning slash, I suspect that his lightning rushing thunder fist has been cultivated to the third grade.” ”

“Third grade, Shi Jian is only a third grade.”

Lao Dao’s face was complicated: “Four of the three generations of disciples in Maoshan have already surpassed my Heavenly Master Mansion, and the fourth generation of disciples has appeared such a demon as Gu Zhou, and they have already surpassed me more than one step in Dragon Tiger Mountain.” ”

Zhang Chengyang opened his mouth to speak, but there was nothing to ask.

On the one hand, the only remaining existence of the old Taoist Dragon Tiger Mountain Refining God Void, on the other hand, the old Dao is just telling the truth.

There is a sentence that Zhang Chengyang has never confided in people, that night left an extremely deep shadow in his heart, Minmin thought that he stepped into the gate of the Yellow Spring with one foot that night, life and death were controlled by others, and his body couldn’t help but feel chestnut.

Q: How much shadow did Gu Zhou leave in Zhang Chengyang’s heart?

A: Three bedrooms, two living rooms, one kitchen, one bathroom!

……

“That’s the monk of Jokhang Temple.”

“That’s the person from the Dragon Tiger Mountain Tianshi Mansion… They came over. ”

Ji Chunhua was like a few family treasures, and seemed to be afraid that Gu Zhou would not know him, so he introduced them one by one.

Shi Jian took the initiative to greet him and handed over his hand: “Uncle Chunyang, I haven’t seen it for a few years, but my demeanor is still the same.” ”

Ji Chunhua followed.

For the master of Dragon Tiger Mountain’s refining god and returning to the void, He Xinzhi did not slack off and got off the carriage to salute.

The two factions belong to both Taoism, and they worship the ancestors of the Three Qing Dynasties, and it is normal to call each other uncles and brothers.

The Pure Yang Daoist was old, and after paying respect, he smiled and said: “I haven’t seen it for a few years, Shi Jianshi’s nephew has advanced so fast that it is jaw-dropping, I’m afraid that my front wave will be killed by your back wave on the beach.” ”

Shi Jian smiled bitterly: “Senior Uncle Chunyang, don’t make fun of me, now under the general trend of heaven and earth, it is difficult to break through cultivation like heaven.” ”

“Then you can only be blamed for being born decades later, if you were born fifty years earlier, now you are the front wave, and I have become the back wave.”

The Pure Yang Daoist has kind eyebrows, and his eyes are slitted when he smiles, showing a slight sense of joy.

“Uncle Chunyang is too modest.”

Even if Shi Jian had this idea in his heart, he couldn’t show it…