I’m a Big Boss In Uncle Jiu’s World

 Chapter 610 Two Old Foxes (Riwan·1010)

“Where has the Corpse King gone? I feel like I haven’t seen him for several days.”

 A week later, in the fourth dimension, at Pawn Shop No. 8, the Blood Demon pushed open the black shadow's office and asked doubtfully.

 In the office with rows of bookshelves, a dark figure stood in front of the window sill with a paper cutout of the Destiny Black Bird, and said faintly: "Missing, suspected to have died."

The Blood Demon's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously said: "Jieyou Inn, Lin Fengjiao!"

Black Shadow: “It’s not certain that he did it yet.”

"Do we still need to confirm this?" Gorefiend frowned and said decisively: "In Xiangjiang, our biggest enemy is this one!"

Heiming: “But without evidence, it’s difficult for me to do...”

 “Dark Shadow!”

The Blood Demon only felt an evil fire surging in his heart. He couldn't suppress it no matter how hard he tried. He simply broke the jar and shouted, "Do you have any bottom line? They have all killed the Corpse King. What are you still struggling with?" Bullshit evidence?”

"Calm down." The black shadow said in a deep voice, "You know, I have my own difficulties..."

The Blood Demon sneered and said: "You don't care if the Corpse King dies. You only care about your own difficulties. What if I die?"

Heiying: "Lin Fengjiao can't kill you."

"Lin Fengjiao can't kill me, but if he can't kill me, then no one in Maoshan can kill me?" Gorefiend roared: "If you keep waiting like this, won't you just sit back and wait to die?"

  Shadow: "I won't let this happen again."

"I do not know either!"

Gorefiend said firmly: "Black Shadow, if you want me to understand you, then you should also understand me. Don't tell me that you don't understand the truth of the death of a rabbit and the sorrow of a fox."

Black Shadow: "What do you mean?"

 “Let the war begin!”

Blood Demon said: "At worst, after killing their master and apprentice, I will accompany you to fight in all directions."

Shadow: “…”

Seeing that he remained silent, the Blood Demon pressed further: "You can refuse, but after you refuse, don't stop me from leaving.

I can tell you responsibly that if your attitude towards Jieyou Station, or to be precise, Qin Yao, does not change, then you will never have people who will follow you wholeheartedly.

 Because this is no longer about eating from the bowl and looking at what's in the pot, but in order to get him, you can sacrifice anyone, and no one in the world is willing to be sacrificed in vain by you. "

The shadow sighed slightly and said: "Then let's start the war! How do you want to fight this battle?"

Blood Demon: "Immediately attack Jieyou Station and ask Queen Qin Yao to hand it over to you, Lin Fengjiao to me, and the rest to Han Nuo and the others.

It would be best if we can deal with them all at once. If not, then just turn from light to darkness, sharpen our minions in the dark, and wait for the opportunity to make a comeback. "

The black shadow was stunned: "So urgent?"

This approach is not only urgent, it is as urgent as a spark.

 From the time the Blood Demon knew about the death of the Corpse King to now, it had only been half an hour at most.

"It's possible to catch them by surprise." Gorefiend said firmly.

 In fact, he was more afraid that the shadow would change his mind again, and he was eager to make the matter of full-scale war a fact.

The shadow was silent for a moment, and nodded slightly under the increasingly determined and tough gaze of the Blood Demon.

 The Blood Demon then put his heart back into his stomach, turned around and said, "Then let's fight!"

 In the blink of an eye.

The black shadow brought Blood Demon, Han Nuo, Tianci, Ah Jing and others to the inn. He raised his arm and the sky above the inn suddenly twisted. A red fireball, second only to the size of a house, flew out from it, roaring. Then hit the inn.

 In the two bedrooms on the second floor of the inn, Qin Yao and Uncle Jiu opened their eyes at the same time.

 “Edict!”

Uncle Jiu stood up from the bed, made sword skills with his hands, and drew talismans with both hands. In an instant, a yellow talisman like a banner appeared in the room out of thin air, passed through the roof, and was draped on the small building.

 “Boom.”

The red fireball slammed into the middle of the yellow talisman, and the endless red fire burned into the talisman, reflecting the entire talisman in blood red, so that the entire small building was shrouded in blood light.

 “Please come to me, Patriarch!”

In the bedroom, Qin Yao stood up, holding his right elbow with his left hand, holding a sword hand with his right hand, half-bowing his waist, and thumping his right foot on the floor.

  “唰.”

In an instant, a dazzling golden light beam fell from the sky, passed through the yellow talisman, penetrated the thick roof, and went straight into Qin Yao's body.

 “Boom!”

Just like the container could not contain so much divine power, the uncontained divine power turned into a majestic and domineering golden dragon, slowly swimming around Qin Yao, with an astonishing momentum.

 “Greed…”

Qin Yao's eyes turned golden at some point. He stepped on the void and came to the head of the golden dragon step by step, looking down at the black shadow from a high position.

"I deeply hate others calling me greedy." The black shadow raised his hand and waved, and a huge black power condensed into an awl in mid-air and stabbed the golden dragon above his head: "I hate it even more when someone stood above me and spoke to me. ”

"What would I call you if I didn't call you greedy? Do you still expect me to call you the Lord of Darkness?"

The ancestor who possessed Qin Yao sneered. As his mind turned, the golden dragon stretched out its three claws and grabbed the black awl with a bang.

The shadow controlled the awl to spin at high speed, trying to penetrate the dragon's claw. However, the divine flames were rising from the dragon's claws, and the awl was squeezed tighter and tighter, and large swaths of black energy turned into nothingness...

On the other side, the Gorefiend stretched out his hand to summon a fountain of blood, which continued to expand under his feet. It soon covered half of the street's starlight, hanging in the sky like a sea of ​​clouds.

“Lin Fengjiao, do you dare to come up and fight?”

The blood demon stepped on the blood spring and waved.

Uncle Jiu drew out the mahogany sword behind him, stretched out his hand and stroked the sword. Golden flames suddenly flowed from the sword, and then turned into a ray of fire and went straight to the blood spring above his head.

“Zizzizi…zizizi…”

The fire penetrated the blood spring, and wherever the flame burned, the blood turned into black smoke. The shining golden peach wood sword quickly penetrated the thick blood and went straight to the blood demon's head.

At this time, Tianci, Han Nuo, and Ah Jing flew up side by side and quickly rushed towards the small post building.

In a small building, in a private room facing the street, Bai Rourou held a long sword in her hand and stood behind the seven junior sisters. She looked nervously at the three figures rushing over.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Just when Bai Rourou's spirit was extremely tense and she was about to take action, the three figures suddenly flew back at a faster speed, and a blue arc flashed from time to time on their bodies.

Xiao Xia's body appeared out of nowhere and slowly rose into the air. She turned her head and glanced at Bai Rourou, nodding slightly.

Bai Rourou's heart that had been holding her breath finally relaxed. She took a deep look at the beautiful figures rising up into the sky and blocking the small building. She turned around and said to the junior sisters: "This is the Jieyou Inn. It's a high-level, powerful place." The strong ones will always be at the forefront.”

 The seven junior sisters looked through the window at the battlefield where the fierce fighting was taking place. Deep in their hearts, they suddenly felt a sense of belonging to this two-story building...

　　From late night to dawn, this stormy battle lasted for three hours.

 It didn’t come to an end until a flash of fish belly white appeared in the distant sky, and the huge consumption of black shadow dragged the scarred Blood Demon away from the battlefield...

"No more fighting, we admit defeat." Looking up at Qin Yao, who seemed to have not changed at all, the black shadow said very simply.

“If you say I’ll fight, I’ll fight. If you say I won’t, I won’t.” The ancestor in Qin Yao’s body sneered.

Black Shadow: "If I want to leave, you can't keep me."

The ancestor pointed at the blood demon and said calmly: "If I can't keep you, can't I keep him?"

The shadow glanced at the Blood Demon, who immediately lowered his head.

　　It was he who proposed the war, and it could even be said that he forced the black shadow to do it. Unexpectedly, after the war, he became a drag.

“Ten years.” The black shadow retracted his gaze and turned to look at the Maoshan ancestor: “I can give them ten years of stability. Today, ten years later, I will come to him again to resolve this cause and effect.”

The Maoshan ancestor shook his head and said, "Not enough."

 “Then what do you want?” the black shadow asked in a deep voice.

If the other party's demands are too excessive, he will abandon the blood demon without hesitation, escape alone, and then use all his heart to deal with Jieyou Station, completely wearing down the other party from the spiritual level.

This is a problem that cannot be solved even by asking for magic. It is an extreme approach that breaks through the bottom line. If it does not work well, it will suffer serious backlash.

Hence, he never planned to use such devious tactics before going to war with Qin Yao in a real sense. But now that we have broken things off, what rules should we abide by and what bottom line should we talk about?

 “Don’t worry, it’s not too much.”

Maoshan Patriarch said: "Since you mentioned a decade, I will make a fuss about this decade.

 Ten years later, you will come here to have a fair contest with Qin Yao. If you win, the favor of letting the blood demon go will be wiped out.

But if you lose, not only do you need to apologize to Qin Yao, but you also cannot attack him or cause trouble for him for any reason in the future. "

 The shadow immediately froze.

 For creatures like them who have almost eternal life, let alone ten years, even a hundred years is just a blink of an eye.

 A mere earthly master-level monk could gain the strength to surpass him in just ten years?

 Are you kidding me? !

"I have a question. Does the fair fight you call include using Maoshan's magic to invite gods?" After a long time, he asked seriously.

"Of course not included." Maoshan Patriarch said: "With this magic, how can there be any fairness?"

"Okay, then I agree." Heiying said decisively: "If he can defeat me by relying on his own strength, let alone apologize, even if he kowtows and admits his mistake, it will be fine."

 Obviously, he simply does not believe that an earth master can surpass himself in ten years...

 This matter is like a fantasy.

"Shan. Since you asked for it, let's make this decision. If you lose, you will kowtow and admit your mistake, and disappear from his life from now on." This Maoshan ancestor seemed to have the intention of just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously. , said decisively.

Shadow: “…”

Does this guy really think that an earth master who has practiced for ten years has the strength to fight against him?

 Is your brain flooded with water or is it a swelling?

 For a time, he even felt humiliated by this and thought that the other party was belittling himself.

"I will not lose, let alone an Earth Master." Heiying said coldly: "Otherwise, would my practice over the years have gone into a dog's belly?"

Maoshan Patriarch: "Who knows? Who knows what you usually practice?"

Shadow: “…”

 He suspected that the other party was scolding him in a roundabout way, and the scolding was also very vulgar!

 “Blood Demon, let’s go.”

Looking at Qin Yao coldly, the black shadow waved his sleeves and disappeared with the blood demon in an instant.

“Does the ancestor plan to teach Qin Yao how to practice in person?” Uncle Jiu asked curiously after the two demons left.

“I am not in this world, how can I personally teach him how to practice?” Maoshan Patriarch shook his head and said.

“Then you think he is extremely talented and want to teach him the power?” Uncle Jiu asked again.

“I’m just kidding, I want someone to give me initiation. How can I give it to others?” Maoshan Patriarch objected again.

Uncle Jiu was dumbfounded and said nonchalantly: "If you don't teach the magic method or teach the power, how can you be sure that Qin Yao will surpass the Lord of Darkness in ten years?"

Maoshan Patriarch: "Who are you?"

 “The junior is his master.”

“You are his master, don’t you know the reason?” Maoshan Patriarch asked.

 Uncle Jiu looked confused.

 He really didn’t know the reason.

Maoshan Patriarch shook his head helplessly and asked, "Let me ask you, how many years has he practiced Taoism with you?"

Uncle Jiu counted it with his fingers and said, "It's been about ten years."

“He can spend ten years cultivating from the low level of human master to the fifth level of earth master. How do you know that he will not reach the realm of ghosts and immortals in the next ten years?”

Uncle Jiu: “…”

Cultivation becomes more and more difficult as you go up, ancestors, can the promotion of low-level to intermediate-level, and the promotion of intermediate-level to high-level be the same concept?

 “You idiot, you’re just trying to get into trouble.”

Seeing Uncle Jiu still looking puzzled, the Maoshan ancestor sighed: "Have you ever thought about it, even if we lose, what do we lose?"

Uncle Jiu was stunned for a moment, and then his expression suddenly turned strange.

The so-called caring leads to confusion. Previously, he had been thinking about the huge gap between Qin Yao and Heiying, but he forgot to think about the content of the bet.

This content seems to mean that if they lose, is it okay? If the shadow loses, he will kowtow and apologize, and retreat in the future?

"This is the situation, but you can't tell him this when he wakes up." Maoshan Patriarch said.

Uncle Jiu: "How to say it specifically, please tell me, ancestor."

Maoshan Patriarch: "Change the consequences of his loss yourself. The heavier the better, the more terrifying the better. You have to put some pressure on young people so that they can learn to grow. Otherwise, how can you achieve results without pressure and motivation?"

After hearing this, Uncle Jiu was deeply convinced.

 Half an hour later.

 When the morning sun rises, its path shines brightly.

In the inn, in the bedroom, Qin Yao's eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. The feeling of weakness that penetrated his soul suddenly surged into his heart like a tide, making his vision suddenly go black, and he almost fainted again.

 After resting for a while, he finally regained some energy, tried hard to control his weak feet, slowly got out of bed, and walked out of the bedroom.

"You're awake, are you okay?" At this time, Uncle Jiu walked out from next door and asked with concern on his face.

"I'm okay."

Qin Yao pursed his lips and then asked: "How was the battle last night? Did we win or lose?"

"Of course I won, but..." Uncle Jiu hesitated.

“What?” Qin Yao’s heart tightened slightly.

"But the ancestor you invited made a ten-year agreement with the shadow on your behalf." Uncle Jiu said.

 “What the **** is the ten-year agreement?”

Uncle Jiu: "Ten years later, the dark shadow will come back here to challenge you. If you defeat him, he will kneel down and beg you for mercy, and promise to stay away from you in the future."

Seeing that he suddenly stopped here, Qin Yao couldn't help but said: "What if we lose?"

Uncle Jiu: "If you lose, you will not only lose the bet, but also the ancestor's face. Considering that you are an outstanding disciple of Maoshan, you will not kill him even if he loses his face." You will definitely be punished a little bit."

 “Small punishment?” Qin Yao was confused when he heard this.

Uncle Jiu nodded: "I heard that his old man knows a spell called the Pure Heart Curse."

 “What is that?” Qin Yao asked curiously.

Uncle Jiu pursed his lips and stretched out his right arm flatly towards him. The index finger of his right hand was extended and the other four fingers were bent.

Qin Yao still didn't understand, until the index finger suddenly bent down without any warning...

 (End of this chapter)