I'm Trying My Best to Add Some Cultivators in the World of Ninth Uncle

Since the last time he realized that Russell was no worse than himself, Uncle Nine was ready to let Russell start to take charge of himself. Some things cannot be taught by just teaching.

……

Well, the fact is that the roof is too high and the tiles are too light, so Uncle Jiu couldn't help jumping on it.

Ugh!

I missed an opportunity to beat my apprentice openly.

On the roof, Russell's complexion became more and more weird. He swung the Seven Star Sword nearly hundreds of times, drawing hundreds of wounds on the nightmare-eating tapir, but none of them were fatal.

Russell was a little skeptical about life. Did he just use the sword technique of thousands of cuts? Why does it feel like scraping?

Ten thousand cuts = Gua Sha?

Russell shook his head violently, how could it be possible, this was deduced from Maoshan swordsmanship, how could Maoshan have rubbish swordsmanship.

That's not right, Maoshan is not Shushan, and if you don't major in swords, maybe it's the basics.

I feel very low when I hear the name, "Maoshan Yinxing Swordsmanship".

Like other people's Holy Spirit Sword Art 23, Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect, Slaying Ghosts and Gods, Excalibur Yu Qing Lei Jue, Jiu Xian Jue, Master Sword Art, which name is not resounding...

The more Luo Su thought about it, the more guilty he felt. He put the Seven Star Sword behind his back, and said with admiration, "Your Excellency is indeed a divine beast. Your cultivation is so amazing. I admire you!"

The nightmare-eating tapir blinked, tilted its head and looked at Russell, not knowing what it was thinking, and then twisted its body.

Seeing its younger brother getting bigger, Russell smiled with relief. Thanks to his "teaching" just now, the nightmare-eating tapir understood the importance of having a younger brother.

But soon, Russell's smile froze, and the thing became longer and longer, soon surpassing his.

10...

12...

15...

20...

……

1...

Not only was the thing long, but it was also gleaming under the moonlight, and it was happily held by the nightmare-eating tapir.

Good guy, it turned out to be the Seven Star Sword!

Russell looked at the sword in his hand, and couldn't help sighing, the divine beast is indeed a divine beast, even weapons can be imitated.

"Whoa!"

There was a strange sound, and Russell suddenly felt a change in his feet, and he couldn't stand stably. He saw the roof tiles cracked, and a pair of hands came out straight out of it.

"I rely on!"

Russell jumped up in fright, watching a face appearing from the tiles faintly, before he had time to think about it, he stomped down hard.

It felt really good, meaty.

"Boom!"

"what!"

First there was the sound of the body falling to the ground, followed by the familiar scream, "Who the hell did this, who kicked my handsome face?"

On the ground of the house, Qiu Sheng touched his face with an aggrieved face. There was a half-black and half-red footprint on it, mixed with some strange smell.

A little fishy.

Russell rubbed his nose in embarrassment. He looked at the dream-eating tapir playing with the Seven Star Sword and suddenly his eyes lit up.

He directly bowed his head and said, "Senior brother, go outside and get the net, this monster kicked you just now, I saw it!"

The nightmare-eating tapir on the opposite side was stunned for a moment, and opened its mouth in panic, but it just couldn't speak human words.

In the room, Qiu Sheng looked confused. He touched his face and immediately became resentful.

what! ! !

He turned over on the spot, got up from the ground, and ran directly outside. His menacing, almost desperate appearance scared Uncle Jiu directly.

Qiu Sheng saw the Five Emperors copper coin net at a glance, picked up the net on the ground, and was about to throw it at it.

But there are two little juniors on the roof, and one of them is probably transformed from a monster.

But which one is the younger brother?

Russell clapped his hands together, "Brother, give it to me quickly." He said, pointing to the dream-eating tapir opposite, "He kicked your face just now, I saw it with my own eyes, and the master saw it too!"

Uncle Jiu turned his head away silently.

Qiu Sheng was so convinced that he directly threw the Five Emperors Qianwang up, and said angrily, "Junior brother, you must avenge me!"

"Next time, definitely next time." Luo Su took the Five Emperors Copper Coin Net with a guilty conscience. With the magic weapon in his hand, he naturally didn't have to worry about nightmare-eating tapirs like loaches.

As soon as he let go, the sky was filled with dense stars, directly restraining the nightmare-eating tapir in the five emperors' copper coin net. The nightmare-eating tapir continued to struggle, getting smaller and smaller, and it looked exactly like the black cat before.

It's just that the stomach is a bit big, it seems that there is no less greed in the underworld.

Nightmare-eating tapirs like to eat nightmares, and there are [-] levels of hell in the underworld, but it is a place full of nightmares.

It's like a mouse fell into Miku, and I'm so happy.

The nightmare-eating tapir was accepted, but looking at the footprints on Qiu Sheng's face who was aggrieved, Russell always felt a little guilty.

He rolled his eyes, and took out a paper figurine from his pocket, "Senior brother, try this, it won't hurt after sticking it on, and Uncle Four Eyes said yes after using it!"

"Ok?"

Uncle Jiu narrowed his eyes, "Simu used paper dolls, why didn't I know?"

Little apprentice, doesn't he know that he doesn't let the paper figurines look so precious on weekdays, and they are often caught by mousetrap.

For four eyes?

I think there must be something strange about this matter!

"I'll try it, I'll try it." Qiu Sheng didn't care if there was something wrong or not, he felt pain not only on his face, but also on his whole body.

He always felt as if he fell from somewhere, not like he was just kicked.

The paper figurine was gently pasted on his face, Qiu Sheng felt the coolness all over his body, and couldn't help but let out a sour breath.

"what……"

"Ah, so comfortable!"

After a while, Qiu Sheng touched his face, the pain was gone, the wound was gone, but some scars could still be felt.

These are cut by the rubble, very sharp!

Although Qiu Sheng only touched a little bit, his whole body was as if struck by lightning. There were a little more scars on his face, which was no more eye-catching than the many centipedes on his face.

He couldn't help crying with a mournful face. He thought he was a little handsome at first, but now he might not even be as good as a literary talent.

Uncle Jiu couldn't bear it, he frowned and thought of a solution. This is the trick of the little apprentice. As a master, he must be at fault and responsible.

"Snapped!"

Russell patted his thigh, "Brother, wait a moment, let me think about whether there are any charms that can heal scars in the Maoshan Charm Ceremony?"

"Don't think about it!"

Uncle Jiu shook his head, he was most familiar with Maoshan spells, and there was absolutely no such thing in the Maoshan spell ceremony.

Talismans are the branches of the avenue of heaven and earth, even the tiniest ones will not be boring enough to remove scars.

Hearing this, Qiu Sheng became even more mournful, even the almighty master said he couldn't do it, so he could only turn his attention to his little junior brother.

On top of the omnipotent master, there is also an even more omnipotent little junior.

Russell didn't care at all, instead he patted his chest confidently, "Brother, don't worry, there is no Maoshan charm, I will create one for you now!"

Qiu Sheng suddenly felt hopeful. In his eyes, the younger brother is a genius who has created one miracle after another. It is normal for a genius to be unreasonable, right?

Uncle Jiu shook his head helplessly, the young apprentice was still too young, how could the spell be created as soon as it was created?

If Russell can create it, he will directly dress up as a woman on the spot!

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Chapter 134

Another quiet day.

The day was calm and nothing strange happened.

This is a serious daily life. Originally, life in Yizhuang was like this, but since the last time he walked out of the water, Uncle Jiu became famous directly, and his reputation has been completely resounding.

Regardless of whether there are any weird things, I like to invite Uncle Jiu, after all, the price is not expensive, and he is a master who is obvious to all.

A tall man as tall as a nine-story building, the kind of tall man with someone behind him.

Uncle Nine then got busy, but most of them were trivial matters. Some of them got a cold and thought it was ghosts.

Some people want to meet their dead relatives, but those who can’t meet can write a letter, and those who are reincarnated have no choice.

But normal people definitely have no desire to reincarnate, most of them have sins on their backs, and they have to work in the underworld for decades to accumulate enough yin virtues before they can be reincarnated.

Russell has been thinking maliciously that this underworld is probably the largest human contractor in the world.

There is no shortage of labor, I really don't know what those ghosts do in the underworld every day, mining?Plant herbs?

Is it possible to queue up for the frying pan?

The taste is crunchy, and the children next door are crying.

Russell played Baguazhang in the yard as usual, but today he had one more item, which was to play with the whip.

No, misspoken.

It's playing hook soul lock, but don't get it wrong. Although these two are very similar, the effect is very different.

One beats ghosts, the other beats people.

Very serious instrument.