I’m a Big Boss In Uncle Jiu’s World

"Master, the three uncles are really nice."

After stepping out of the Fire Cloud Cave, passing through the Dimension Gate, and coming to the East China Sea from the residence of the Three Emperors, Nezha said with joy on his face.

The Three Emperors are nice?

Qin Yao laughed dumbly.

From the perspective of the human race leader, the Three Emperors are indeed very nice, working hard for the human race.

But this kindness is also their duty. Relying on the luck of the human race to become the Three Emperors of the human race, enjoying the status and destiny of saints, they should devote themselves to the human race.

Otherwise, what kind of emperor is it? Go home and sell sweet potatoes...

As soon as Nezha met the Three Emperors, the Three Emperors gave him a lot of things. Why?

Do they think Nezha is worth cultivating?

Of course not, it is because his master is valuable and has created value for them.

This is not to slander the Three Emperors, but Qin Yao is very clear: he is a demon and Nezha is a demon fetus. The reason why he can be favored by the Three Emperors is not because the Three Emperors are nice.

However, it is enough for him to have this clarity. It doesn't matter if Nezha is a little confused. As a child, if he is too scheming, he will not be liked by his elders.

In this confused way, Nezha regards the Three Emperors as his real uncles. After getting along for a long time, they will have some friendship.

With the blessing of the Three Emperors, who will dare to call him a little monster in the future?

"You just remember the kindness of the Three Emperors. In the future, you must go to Huoyun Cave to kowtow and greet you during festivals, rain or shine."

"Yes, Master, I will remember it." Nezha said without hesitation.

Qin Yao nodded, pointed at Chentang Pass below and said, "Go back, go to the Heavenly Court with your father to be conferred. According to your performance in the Conferred God Battle, you can at least be conferred the title of a great priest, which will be of great benefit to you."

"Master, where are you?" Nezha was stunned and asked, "Where are you going?"

Qin Yao exhaled lightly and said, "A new catastrophe is brewing. I need to cultivate the three flowers on the top of my head before the new catastrophe explodes to lead the operation of the catastrophe."

Nezha seemed to understand and said, "Will the new catastrophe kill so many immortals and gods like the Conferred God Battle?"

Qin Yao stretched out his hand and flicked his head, and laughed and scolded, "Why do you have so many questions? Let's go!"

After that, he didn't give Nezha time to respond, and his body turned into a long rainbow and disappeared in an instant.

Looking at his figure going away, Nezha said disappointedly, "You left in such a hurry, I didn't have time to say that I wanted to go with you..."

In his opinion, this Chentang Pass was too boring, and it was more interesting to follow the master.

Not long after.

A dimensional door appeared at the gate of Wuzhuang Temple. Qin Yao stepped out. After the sparks of the light gate dissipated, he called out loudly: "Daoyou Qingfeng~~"

The next moment, a stream of clear air flew out from the courtyard and appeared in front of Qin Yao in the form of Qingfeng.

"Daoyou Shen..."

Qin Yao laughed and asked: "Daoyou, have you asked the immortal? Can you quickly achieve the three flowers?"

Qingfeng spread his hands and said: "No, the master is probably in heaven. One day in heaven is one year on earth. If he talks about Taoism for 81 days, it is 81 years on earth. So, there is still time to wait."

Qin Yao was not disappointed.

You can run away from the monk... No, you can run away from the immortal but not the temple. This Wuzhuang Temple stands here. I don't believe that I can't wait for him.

"Is it urgent, fellow Taoist? If not, come with me into the temple and have a chat." Qingfeng sighed, "It's really boring to be alone in the temple."

"No hurry, no hurry." Qin Yao waved his hand and said, "Come on, I'll tell you some interesting stories about the Conferred God."

After a while.

Qin Yao was talking to Qingfeng about the unlucky Jiang Ziya, when two light symbols suddenly flashed in front of him:

[The plot of "The Legend of Wukong" has been loaded, and the world view has been integrated. ]

[Warning: Due to too many world views being integrated, the general trend of the Heavenly Dao has undergone huge changes, and the road ahead is unknown. ]

Qin Yao paused slightly, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Hahahaha."

At this time, Qingfeng slapped his thigh with joy: "This Jiang Ziya is both pitiful and funny. He gambled everything for the cause of the Conferred God, but ended up not getting any position as a god, and finally had to illuminate others. Miserable, miserable, too miserable."

Qin Yao: "..."

Sure enough, gloating is an innate ability of all living things.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, do you think Jiang Ziya cries every day now? Or is he gritting his teeth and yelling, "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west", vowing to prove to Kunlun that they underestimated Jiang." After laughing, Qingfeng speculated.

Qin Yao shook his head: "I don't know whether he cries or not, but he wants to slap Kunlun in the face and prove that Kunlun did something wrong, which is more difficult than him going to the Heavenly Palace and robbing the position of the Jade Emperor now."

Qingfeng sighed: "Yes, the gap between the two sides is too high, so high that it makes people desperate. Of course, the reality should also make him desperate. As the Lord of Conferred Gods, he has even conferred several emperors, but he doesn't even have a proper position as a god. The gap is enough to collapse his heart."

Qin Yao said faintly: "The worse is yet to come."

Qingfeng was surprised: "It's already so miserable, how miserable can it be?"

"Master Jiang, don't hesitate. With your wisdom, you should have thought that it is a disaster for you to keep the God Whip here."

Three hours ago

Yingqiu, the capital of Qi.

Princess Longji, who was wearing silver-white fairy armor and had her hair tied up, looked pure and beautiful sitting in the palace of Marquis Qi. She looked at the expressionless old man in white clothes and white hair in front of her by candlelight and said softly.

Ranked above the five marquises and nine barons, and second only to the Zhou emperor in power, the Marquis of Qi tightly grasped a wooden whip in his hand and murmured, "This is the only treasure I have. Do you still want to take it away?"

Long Ji felt reluctant, but remembering the Queen Mother's instructions, he finally hardened his heart: "I'm not taking it away, but I'm really thinking about you.

If you don't have this treasure, you can enjoy wealth and honor in the world. But if you have this treasure, there will definitely be demons who come to steal or rob the treasure, which will disrupt the You will not have peace.

After all, the one who strikes the divine whip can command the gods, which will drive countless demons crazy. ”

Jiang Ziya said in a serious tone: "I am a disciple of Yuxu, what demon dares to come and take the treasure from me?"

Long Ji whispered: "Master, in the battle of Conferred Gods, weren't there many disciples of the three religions who died? At that time, you were the man of destiny, even if you died, the Kunlun Saint would find ways to save you, but what about now? Conferred Gods has ended, and the result still makes you unable to see the essence of Chan Sect?"

Jiang Ziya: "..."

Looking at his gloomy expression under the candlelight, Long Ji said again: "If you hand over the God-beating Whip, the Heavenly Court will ensure that you die of old age and enjoy a lifetime of wealth, and your Qi State will become the overlord of the world in the future. Isn't this sincerity enough?"

Jiang Ziya said: "I want to be immortal!"

Long Ji said: "After you die, you will not fall into reincarnation. What's the difference between this and immortality?"

Jiang Ziya shook his head: "You know what I mean! I want to become a god in the flesh and live forever."

"Alas." Long Ji sighed: "Forgive me for being rude, you don't have this fate."

Jiang Ziya said angrily: "I am a man of destiny!!!"

Long Ji: "But... your destiny moment has passed."

Jiang Ziya: "..."

"Forget it, I won't make things difficult for you and force you to hand over the God-beating Whip." Long Ji stood up and said: "But, next time, it won't be me."

Jiang Ziya sneered: "Let's see who dares to rob!"

An hour later

The White Crane Boy under the seat of the South Pole Immortal came to the Qihou Palace and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Uncle Master."

Jiang Ziya's mouth twitched: "Are you here to help me become an immortal?"

The White Crane Boy shook his head: "Master asked me to ask a question."

"What?" Jiang Ziya said coldly.

He felt that he had nothing to be afraid of, after all, it was the Chan Sect that wronged him first.

"Master asked, when do you plan to return the immortal rope you borrowed from Uncle Juliusun?" said the White Crane Boy.

Jiang Ziya's face froze and he was speechless.

The White Crane Boy quietly looked at the octogenarian in front of him, waiting for his answer.

After a long time.

Jiang Ziya raised the God-beating Whip and said, "Take it away, take it away!!!"

The White Crane Boy walked forward slowly, took the God-beating Whip with both hands, and then stepped out of the huge palace step by step.

"Hahahaha, hahahaha!" After he left, the Qihou laughed, his laughter was desolate and shrill, like the cry of a crow.

The White Crane Boy ignored this and after leaving the palace, he handed the God-beating Whip to Princess Longji who was waiting there, and bowed and said, "Kunlun has done what he promised to the Heavenly Court."

Longji nodded, "From now on, the immortals of the Chan Sect who are deified in the flesh will be given a high position in the Heavenly Court as long as they are willing to enter the Heavenly Court."

"Thank you." The White Crane Boy transformed into a huge white crane, gently flapped its wings, and instantly flew into the sky.

Longji held the God-beating Whip tightly, thinking: Undercurrents are surging...

I thought that everything would end after the 365 true gods were sealed, but now it seems that this is not the case.

Wuzhuang Temple.

Ginseng Garden.

After listening to Qin Yao's guess, Qingfeng sighed: "Among the gods, he is the most miserable, right? He is not even as good as his defeated generals."

Qin Yao said: "Without virtue and ability, even if he stands on the wind and flies up, he will definitely fall down in the end."

Qingfeng winked: "Don't you want to go and see him? The title is ready, congratulations on his becoming the Marquis of Qi, second only to one person and above ten thousand people."

Qin Yao laughed and said: "I'm afraid that if I go there with this reason, he will be angry to death on the same day. Forget it, I will go to his grave to toast him a glass of wine after he is a hundred years old.

Along the way, my relationship with him has been changing constantly, the sky is constantly changing, people are constantly changing, and in the end, it is probably that the dead are the greatest."

"Qingfeng Fairy Boy, Qingfeng Fairy Boy..." Just when Qingfeng was amused by the four words "the dead are the greatest", a burst of anxious calls suddenly sounded outside the manor.

Qingfeng frowned slightly and put away his smile: "Fellow Daoist Shen, wait a moment, I'll go ask what's going on."

"Let's go together." Qin Yao said: "If there is any trouble, I can also help."

After a while.

The two immortals flew up at the same time and turned into a divine rainbow and appeared in front of Wuzhuang Temple.

"Qingfeng fairy boy."

At the bottom of the steps, an old Taoist saw Qingfeng's figure and hurriedly said: "Please follow me to Qinghe Manor quickly. There is an evil dragon in the manor, bullying men and women..."

"Evil dragon?" Qin Yao's face changed slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he already had some bad premonitions.

Qingfeng nodded, and a fairy cloud rose under his feet: "Come up, I'll take you back to Qinghe Manor."

"Yes." The old Taoist hurriedly shrank the ground into an inch and climbed onto the fairy cloud in an instant.

A golden cloud also condensed under Qin Yao's feet and rose into the air with him: "Qingfeng, don't we need to activate the defense array of Wuzhuang Temple?" Qingfeng smiled and said: "No, no one dares to come to Wuzhuang Temple to steal things..."

During the conversation, two fairy clouds flashed across the sky, moving rapidly above the sky, getting farther and farther away from Wuzhuang Temple.

"Fairy boy, after destroying the evil dragon, can you leave the dragon corpse to the poor Taoist?" The old Taoist priest rubbed his hands on the white clouds.

Sensing his greed, Qingfeng felt unhappy and said calmly: "In Wuzhuang Temple, you can just call me Xiantong. When you leave Wuzhuang Temple, what should you call me?"

The old Taoist priest was slightly startled. Looking at the expressionless immortal, a chill came over his heart: "Great Immortal Qingfeng, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's the poor Taoist Meng Lang."

Qingfeng looked worried: "My master is a great immortal, and I am also a great immortal?"

The old Taoist priest was frightened, his thoughts were racing, and he stretched out his hand to slap his mouth: "I made a mistake again, I should be beaten, I should be beaten, ancestor, you don't remember the mistakes of villains, please bypass me this time?"

"Do you still want the evil dragon body?" Qingfeng asked.

The old Taoist priest waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, I am a monk who has not yet achieved immortality, how can I covet the body of a dragon..."

Seeing Qingfeng beating the greedy old Taoist priest, Qin Yao's expression gradually became weird.

Qingfeng is the words of the ancestor.

What about Mingyue?

Mingyue Immortal Lord?

While the three of them were thinking about their own thoughts, two fairy clouds came one after another over a village.

Then, Qingfeng flipped his hands and summoned a fairy sword that shone with a faint azure light, and landed on the cloud head first.

"This way, here..."

After landing, the old Taoist priest continued to lead the way, and soon he led the two immortals to a courtyard decorated with lights and colors.

Looking around, I saw many people sitting around tables with heavy faces. At the door of the hall, an old couple sat stiffly on chairs. In front of them was a newlywed couple who were worshiping.

"Where is the demon dragon?"

Qingfeng strode into the courtyard, stared at the groom, and shouted sternly.

The groom, who was wearing a red robe and a groom's hat, turned to look. The first thing he saw was the breeze, and he subconsciously wanted to curse. Then he saw Qin Yao who walked into the courtyard after him, and his eyes suddenly turned into copper. Bell, the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, which frightened all the guests in the courtyard.

Qingfeng followed the groom's gaze and looked at Qin Yao, and immediately asked: "You... know each other?"

Qin Yao sighed: "I hope I don't know you."

However, the moment Qingfeng turned his head, the groom knelt down towards Qin Yao: "Meet the Immortal!"

Qin Yao twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "It seems we know each other."

Qingfeng pursed her lips, turned around and moved away: "In that case, let you handle it."

Qin Yao sighed and said to the groom: "Which sea are you from?"

The groom swallowed nervously, and a thin layer of sweat quickly broke out on his forehead: "Reporting to the Immortal, Xiaolong is from the North Sea Dragon Clan."

"The North Sea Dragon Clan... is coming out." Qin Yao said in a low voice.

The groom was so frightened that he almost peed. He kowtowed hurriedly, and his forehead soon made a pothole in the ground.

This scene deeply shocked all the guests in the courtyard, including the old Taoist who went to Wuzhuang to watch and ask for help...