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

Russell immediately regained his energy, blinked his eyes, and suddenly became alive and well, without the feeling of dying just now.

"Master, master, why was Uncle Four Eyes hung up?"

"Children, why do you ask so many questions, and reflect on your mistakes honestly." Uncle Jiu snorted and continued to draw his talismans. He wanted to finish drawing all the talisman papers he bought today. The paper has become a paper man.

Russell, a little bastard, can do it quickly, and the origami man folds very quickly. Uncle Jiu often loses his talisman paper if he doesn't pay attention.

Moreover, with so many paper figurines he folded, he rarely used them, and most of them were hoarded.

According to Little Russell, if he encounters tens of thousands of ghosts one day, he will be able to protect himself by removing the paper figurines all over the sky.

Uncle Jiu couldn't bear the pain in his head, what should I do if the apprentice is a little timid?

"Master, master, just tell me, I'll grow my memory after I say it, and I won't make the same mistakes as Uncle Four Eyes in the future."

Russell was trying to please him. After living for a long time, he knew Uncle Jiu's habits and his ears were soft.

Uncle Jiu pondered for a while, and felt that the little apprentice was right, he wanted to use Simu's dark history to impress the apprentice.

"I remember when I was young, a tiger demon came and ran around Maoshan. I don't know if it was young and ignorant. It ran to the surrounding tiger roaring mountains and forests, occupying the mountain as king, and gathered a group of ghosts."

Occupy the mountains around Maoshan as the king and become a monster?

Russell couldn't hide his strange expression, this Cerebellar Axe is so powerful!

Definitely a great character.

Maybe it's a peerless monster, blocking the gate of Maoshan, beating the disciples of Maoshan, and then beating the elders of Maoshan, hanging and beating the head of Maoshan, causing the peerless masters of Maoshan to be furious!

The peerless master came out of the mountain, where the tiger demon fought for three days and three nights, the tiger demon fled in a hurry, leaving behind a cruel sentence, "30 years in the east of the river, 30 years in the west of the river, Mo Qi is young."

As a result, Maoshan's millennium catastrophe was triggered.

Russell has filled up more than a thousand chapters of bloody plots in his mind, even thinking about the tiger demon's harem.

A vixen, used to warm the bed.

A rabbit spirit, used to touch the tail.

A cat girl who wants to pick big breasts.

A horse spirit, want that kind of wild.

There are two snake spirits, one pure and the other seductive, with better figures.

It's best to have another female ghost, if nothing else, just to collect the title of an undead knight.

"Later, that tiger demon was too arrogant, and was slapped to death by your ancestor."

Russell was taken aback, "Shot, shot dead?"

The corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, the reversal came too fast, he was just imagining that the tiger demon was the protagonist, why did he rush to the street the next moment?

"Why don't you shoot him to death?" Uncle Jiu was a little surprised at Russell's reaction, "The little tiger demon dares to be arrogant in front of Maoshan, why do you keep him as a housekeeper?"

"Speaking of this, I have to talk about your ancestor. Maoshan Daoist real man, not to mention a tiger, even the invulnerable bronze armored corpse can't withstand his Lightning and Thunder Fist, it's just one punch at a time."

Russell was still a little reconciled, the tiger demon was the main character in his mind, and the harem hadn't opened yet, so why did it fall down?

"Later, did the tiger demon use his dead body to revive his soul and make a big fuss in Maoshan?"

This made Uncle Jiu amused, he couldn't hold one of his hands firmly, and his pants fell straight down. Russell glanced subconsciously, and then rolled his eyes in disgust.

Spicy eyes.

Uncle Jiu's face darkened, he stretched out his left hand and pulled up his pants. Looking at Russell who rolled his eyes, he couldn't help but get angry.

It's all your fault, boy, if you weren't mischievous, wouldn't I have no belt to tie my pants?

He stretched out his right hand, and Russell's face was full of horror.

"Don't, don't, master, don't!"

"Boom!"

Uncle Jiu flicked his fingers, and Russell's eyes were tearful, and there was a big red bump on his white forehead.

"This is unscientific! I am a soul, why can you still hit me?"

"What is science?"

Uncle Jiu tilted his head, he seemed to have never heard of this thing before.

It seems to be a long, sweet, and soft food that grows on the mountain.

What does it mean to be non-scientific?

Uncle Jiu became serious, "Nonsense, when did I steal your food, your science must have been eaten by yourself!"

Russell was dumbfounded.

Is this the so-called donkey lip wrong horse mouth?

"Oh, by the way, I also forgot one thing. You interrupted me just now, and I almost forgot it."

When Uncle Jiu saw Luo Su's delicate little face, he couldn't help but smile.

Russell immediately became vigilant, his neck was tense, and his calves kept thrashing, but being hung in the air, how could there be any leverage?

"Help, Master Uncle! Help, Mao Shan disdains his younger brother Lin Fengjiao bullying children!"

Uncle Jiu snorted, "Master Maoshan is lazy to sleep this time, bring it here!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his right finger, dipped it in some ink, flipped it back and forth twice, and the ink shone with magic power.

Only in this way can the soul be contaminated.

Uncle Jiu said softly, "Russell, bear with it, it will be soon."

Sure enough, Uncle Nine was worthy of being an old hand at drawing talismans. In just a few strokes, two strands of beard grew on Russell's handsome face, and there was a king character on his forehead.

Russell was pitiful, his small eyes revealing despair.

Uncle Jiu looked at his masterpiece and nodded in satisfaction. His childhood skills have not regressed.

Looking at the poor Russell, he was about to put him down when he suddenly thought of another thing, "Russell, how do you know my name is Lin Fengjiao?"

"The master uncle said, he called you Xiaofengjiao."

"Huh?" Uncle Jiu frowned, "Have you met Master Uncle?"

"Master uncle is fine, I asked him for a meeting gift, and he returned it."

Want to meet my uncle?

Uncle Jiu silently hung Luo Su back again, "Reflect on yourself! It's not big or small!"

Russell was in a hurry, and stretched out his palm to the sky, "Master, I made four, and I will never dare again."

"Four?"

Uncle Nine looked at the four fingers on Russell's palm and smiled.

Russell immediately shook his head, a little sullen.

"Hmph, let you remember, back then your four-eyed uncle was as mischievous as you, and even dared to drink your ancestor's tiger penis wine, that's really audacious."

Stealing Tiger Whip Wine?

Russell blinked his eyes. This four-eyed uncle is a bit fierce. When he was young, he practiced to beat and beat national treasures. Although he was beaten, he also secretly drank tiger penis wine.

Alas!

Very heavy taste.

My uncle is a cruel man.

Chapter 37

"Do you know what's wrong?"

"..."

"Ok?"

As soon as Uncle Jiu raised his head, he was dumbfounded. Russell tilted his neck and fell asleep while hanging in mid-air.

Faint sleep, unheard of.

Uncle Jiu was a little dumbfounded, and suddenly felt that his apprentice was the reincarnation of the sleeping god, and the ability to sleep alone was amazing.

He shook his head, stretched out his hand, and the waistband of the trousers on the beam automatically fell into his palm, and Russell, who had nowhere to rely on, floated in the air.

"Certainly!"

Uncle Jiu pulled out a talisman from the side, and slapped it directly on Russell's forehead, and Russell's body was directly fixed in mid-air.

He slept soundly, his mouth was pouting, but the spell on his face was motionless, there was no air flow at all.

If it was someone else, he would have been scared to death long ago, sleeping without breathing, which is very infiltrating no matter how you look at it.

Uncle Jiu is not surprised, it is normal if he is not breathing, but if the soul is breathing, it is called a pervert.

As soon as he waved, Russell floated behind him, closely following Uncle Jiu.

After leaving the room, Uncle Nine looked back. There was a gust of wind blowing, and Russell didn't feel any discomfort at all. He wasn't like a rootless weed like a normal spirit at all.

Uncle Jiu could see clearly that the little apprentice was emitting bursts of golden light, isolating the cold wind from that day.

This is clearly the soul that has reached the point of day tour.

"It seems that little Russell is very popular with the patriarch!"

Uncle Jiu calculated in his mind that it was impossible for Russell to cross two realms to reach the daily tour at the level of the soul that he had just cultivated.

Nine times out of ten, it was because of the great love of the patriarch who gave him a ray of yang energy to protect the safety of Luo Su's soul, otherwise, the soul would go out of his body and float with the wind, and the ghost knows where it would go.

Uncle Jiu called out the danger in his heart, and couldn't help but secretly rejoice, if it wasn't for the help of the patriarch.

Today next year, little Russell's grave will start to grow trees.

Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu couldn't help blaming himself a little. He might have made it clear to Russell a long time ago that he couldn't be allowed to act so recklessly.

He originally planned to wait two days to talk about it, and first let the madman Zhang San and the three liars go to the ground for peace, things were a bit busy, and he didn't take time out for a while.

Uncle Jiu calculated well. Little Russell just became the fifth level of human division yesterday. Calculating the time, even if he is a genius, it may take two months to reach the sixth level.