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

"Old man, didn't you hurt you?"

Qiu Sheng felt a little guilty, he didn't know what happened today, his legs and feet were weak, and he just couldn't use his strength.

"nothing."

The old man said weakly, "Thank you young man for carrying me on your back, otherwise I would leave my old bones here today, how can I blame you?"

The more he said this, the more embarrassed Qiu Sheng felt, and could only walk forward silently, slower and more steadily.

Under the moonlight, the old man was clearly illuminated. The old man's complexion was pale, wrinkled, skinny and skinny, full of yellow teeth, and his hands rested on Qiu Sheng's shoulders weakly.

That way, he looked like a dying person.

The old man rested his head on Qiu Sheng's shoulder, breathing heavily, a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.

He leaned his head closer, Qiu Sheng naturally felt it, but he didn't care, he just thought that the old man was a little tired and his body was weak.

He didn't think about ghosts. To be honest, Qiusheng hadn't seen a ghost for many years.

How many years is it?

Thinking about it, it seems that Uncle Nine took the younger brother Luo Su into his family. Since then, the serious master has become a lot gentler.

I no longer force them to draw talismans and meditate every day, but just remind them from time to time.

Uncle Jiu subdued demons and slew demons, and they just watched boredly. Uncle Jiu held a mahogany sword and acted like a dancing master. Seeing ghosts?

Not even a hair.

As Uncle Jiu said, there are five ways to go to hell, the first four are cumbersome and costly, and the fifth requires profound mana.

At first, Uncle Jiu saw that they were interested, so he opened his eyes to them and made them look like ghosts.

Later, Uncle Jiu finally understood what it means that the mud can't support the wall, so naturally it was over.

Neither Qiusheng nor Wencai are interested in Taoism. Meditation, drawing talismans, and reading Taoist scriptures are tedious, awkward, and difficult to understand.

Young people are jumpy, who wants to see these things?

It's better to have nothing to do, go to the bar to listen to music and watch monkeys.

All day long, he ate and waited to die, fishing in troubled waters. Just now, beside the ghost-hunting master Uncle Jiu, Qiu Sheng hadn't seen a ghost for seven or eight years.

He had long forgotten about it.

Besides, what's so scary about ghosts?

Like Uncle Jiu, pasting a spell on it, just smashing it, and a ghost disappears in smoke, isn't it scary?

"Young boy."

The old man asked feebly, "Where are you from, Renjia Town or Shanjiao Village?"

"I'm from Renjia Town." Qiu Sheng said without thinking, "I'm going to Shanjiao Village with my junior brother Wen Cai to do some business today."

"matter?"

Qiu Sheng was a little embarrassed, "My parents left early when I was young, and my aunt asked me to help me grow up. Today, I will go to Shanjiao Village with my junior brother to buy some things."

Shanjiao Village, as the name suggests, lives at the foot of the mountain. Although it is only a small mountain, they rely on the mountain to eat the mountain and the water to eat the water. They often go up the mountain to collect some herbs and spices.

Qiusheng's aunt is also a regular customer of Shanjiao Village.

Hearing that Qiusheng said that he lost his parents since he was a child, and only had his aunt at home, the old man suddenly showed a strange smile.

His smile was a bit weird, Qiu Sheng turned his back to him, but he didn't notice it, and didn't know that his old background had been revealed by him.

The old man turned his head to one side. There was originally a fool in that place, but it was a pity that he ran away.

Just run away, one is enough anyway!

A silly boy with strong yang energy and no background.

Qiu Sheng didn't notice the abnormality at this time, and he was still feeling there, "Actually, you can't make much money from transporting these herbs, and the people who make rouge and gouache are the big ones!"

His eyes were full of longing, "I don't want to work hard to eat, I plan to learn the craft from my aunt seriously, and open a rouge gouache shop by myself in the future."

"Haha!"

The old man let out a strange laugh, "Are you just a fool? I think you are greedy for the bodies of those girls who buy rouge and gouache."

Qiu Sheng's small thoughts were punctured in an instant, his face turned red, and he was speechless.

Compared with those village girls who can't dress up, those who can dress up with rouge and gouache are all so beautiful!

That kind of woman fascinates Qiusheng the most.

Especially with a thin waist and round buttocks, it looks like the kind that is easy to give birth to.

Opening a rouge gouache shop, being a rouge gouache artist, coming and going, meeting beautiful girls every day, even if you are a little poorer, it can be regarded as a fairy life.

If you learn crafts from a master, open a Yizhuang, and deal with the dead every day, such a stupid thing, it seems that only a literary talent can do it.

Thinking of this, Qiu Sheng turned around subconsciously, wanting to have a chat with his junior brother Wen Cai, but suddenly found that there was no one behind him.

"This second idiot, won't fall into the pit!"

Qiu Sheng didn't think much about it, but thought that Wen Cai fell into the pit just like the previous few times while walking, and the two idiots couldn't get out, so they fell asleep in it.

As a result, Uncle Jiu was so anxious that he found Wencai from the wilderness by using the technique of finding people with paper cranes.

But today the master is away from home and will not come back until tomorrow, what should I do?

Looking at the pitch-black forest where he couldn't see his fingers, Qiu Sheng hesitated, finally he gritted his teeth and turned around to go back to the forest.

After all, this is his junior brother, no matter how stupid or stupid he is, he is still his junior brother!

He suddenly remembered the old man behind him again, and hurriedly said apologetically, "Old man, I have to go back, so I can only send you here."

Qiu Sheng originally thought that the old man was easy to talk to, but the old man smiled sinisterly if he couldn't go.

"Send Buddha to Shangxi, you promised to take me home, if you can't, Jie Jie Jie!"

Qiu Sheng was startled by that weird laughter and felt a little uncomfortable. This laughter was so weird that it sounded very familiar.

It seems that when the younger brother told them stories in the past, when he talked about the smug laughs of those villains, he would also laugh like this.

Is it?

Qiu Sheng's heart sank, he suddenly noticed that the old man behind him seemed a little cold, and he lowered his head quietly.

Under the moonlight, there seemed to be only his shadow on the ground.

What if there are ghosts on the back?

The old man smiled sinisterly, no longer trying to hide it, he moved his mouth closer, and sucked in Qiu Sheng's yang energy.

Qiu Sheng's eyes were blurred, his limbs were weak, and he was powerless to resist. He watched a bastard flying over from the sky in a daze.

"Bold!"

That 'bastard' unexpectedly bumped into the old man behind him, and directly knocked the old man away.

Russell rolled over on the ground, stretched out his arms, and supported himself up, looking like a turtle with its head stretched out.

His face was a little blushing, and if he wanted to blame it, he could blame his uncle, who trained this tortoise shell into a top-notch magic weapon, the key can fly, the defense is extremely strong, and it can also fight ghosts.

It's just a little cumbersome to use and needs to be worn on the body.

Russell made up his mind that as long as there are many people next time, he will never use this magic weapon. It's too embarrassing.

Looking at the dizzy old ghost on the ground, Russell's eyes turned cold, and there was another insider!

He stretched out his arms and yelled directly.

"Bold evildoer! I want you to reveal your true identity!"

Chapter 70 Pudong Rooster

Qiu Sheng was taken aback when he saw the "God Turtle" falling from the sky, how could the bastard fly?

Immediately afterwards, I felt something was wrong again, this end was not like a bastard head.

He took a closer look, well, it turned out to be a junior!

Looking at the tortoise shell on the back of the junior brother, Qiu Sheng didn't feel the slightest sense of disobedience, but felt very, comfortable?

Qiu Sheng couldn't express this feeling, as if, as if, the younger brother was the reincarnation of a tortoise spirit.

He shook his head violently, looking at the ferocious old ghost getting up from the ground, he was relieved instead.

Junior brother is super powerful!

The old ghost was hit hard by the bastard, and got up from the ground in a panic. This was the first time he was beaten so hard after he became a ghost.

He didn't think it was because of his own strength, he was an old ghost who was just attacked by someone! ! !

The old ghost raised his head and looked at Russell fiercely, "So you're a little bastard, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the little bastard on the opposite side roar.

"Bold monster, I want you to reveal your true self!"

“Pudong Rooster!!!”

The old ghost hasn't realized yet, what kind of chicken is a Pudong rooster?

He felt a golden light flash in front of him, and his whole body seemed to be hit by Mount Tai, directly hitting the old ghost so that his body was unreal, staggered, turned into black mist and floated away.

Russell turned over in the air and landed lightly, only to see that his right arm was shrouded in golden light, and it was the tattoo of Liu Ding Liujia on it that was shining and emitting golden light.

"Little brother, that's amazing!"

Qiu Sheng didn't know why, so he just watched Luo Su jump, covered in golden light, and slapped his palm, and the old ghost ran away.

He was even more handsome than the master, and Qiu Sheng was a little moved. He knew that the master had such a move, and he would learn everything he said.

So handsome!

"Junior Brother!" Qiu Sheng rubbed his palms together, with a fawning expression on his face, "You Pudong, why are you so eager to learn?"

Whether it is difficult or not is one thing, but whether it is handsome or not is another.

Qiusheng decided to find out first, if it is not difficult, he will spend two or three years to learn it.

Handsome, but a lifetime thing!