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

It has been five years, and his cultivation has not improved at all.

He took a sip of tea lightly, and then set his eyes on Russell who was playing with the little Taoist boy.

"My little apprentice, Russell, you were young before, and you didn't meet him."

When the old Taoist came last time, he didn't settle down in Yizhuang. It seemed that he had something urgent to leave, so the two parted ways after a few pleasantries.

Uncle Jiu mentioned without a trace, "Barely save a little more effort than his two senior brothers, work harder, practice Taoism for three months, and barely become a seventh-level master, alas, I still don't have enough talent!"

The corner of the old Taoist's mouth twitched a little. At such a young age, he was taught in the seventh heaven, and he only practiced Taoism for three months. Is this not enough talent?

This is blatant showing off!

You must know that the two talented and intelligent apprentices of Lao Dao are now only one teacher at the seventh level and the other at the second level.

But the older one has been practicing for nearly two years, and the younger one has been practicing for almost three months.

Russell's talent is not good, so his two apprentices who think they are talented are not stupid!

So annoying!

The old man curled his lips. He didn't expect Uncle Jiu to be so small-minded. He showed off his apprentice five years ago, but Uncle Jiu kept it in his heart.

The point is, it really made him find a better apprentice.

"Amazing, amazing!"

The old Taoist looked at Luo Su in the yard, and a golden light flashed in his eyes, "If he is in Longhu Mountain, I guarantee that he will be the next Longhu Mountain Celestial Master!"

Although Russell's talent is not the best, his eyes are simple, he is carefree, his heart is not lost, and he is a very good seed for Taoism!

The old Taoist was immediately moved, but this was his friend's apprentice, and he couldn't steal it openly, he could only hint secretly.

Although Uncle Nine belongs to Maoshan, he is only a true disciple, and now he is independent outside, so naturally he does not enjoy many resources.

Once Russell joins Longhushan, the old man will use all the resources of the entire Longhushan to train Russell without saying anything.

There are people underground in Maoshan!

There are people in the sky on Longhu Mountain!

"My uncle told me that if Luo Su can enter Shangqing Cave three years later, he will take care of him."

The old Taoist's face was startled, and he stopped talking immediately. Now that he has entered the eyes of Master Maoshan, he has a bright future.

With Russell's talent, it would be easy for him to become a Wai Mao after three years and become the head teacher of Wai Mao.

Neimao is the real paradise, and several gods have already appeared in it!

The old Taoist suddenly thought of something again, "Little Russell, has he thought of the Taoist name?"

"That's not true." Uncle Jiu hesitated for a moment. It was the master's job to give the disciple a Taoist name. Russell was young, and he didn't think about it for a while, so he was delayed.

"I do have a good name." The old man stroked his white beard, "I think he is sincere, kind, and carefree. How about calling him Wugensheng?"

"Rootless?"

Uncle Nine remembered Russell's fate, floating like duckweed, even Master Maoshan's uncle bluntly said that he couldn't see clearly, and he really answered Wu Gensheng's words.

Rootless, carefree, but like a great roc, it spreads its wings and soars above the nine heavens.

"Let's call it rootless!"

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Chapter 86 The Meeting Ceremony Of The Old Celestial Master (1/3)

"I heard that your name is Zhang Huaiyi?"

In the yard, Russell and the little boy were fighting for the landlord, and a little paper figurine was sitting on the other side.

"Ah."

Xiao Daotong replied dejectedly. At this time, his face was already covered with notes. It was agreed in advance that once you lose, you will get one, and there will be no penalty for the first ten rounds.

Xiao Daotong thinks he is a genius, but in the end he can't beat the opposite Russell, even the opposite paper man.

He curled his mouth, and suddenly became suspicious.

Russell muttered, "What a familiar name!"

He seems to have vaguely heard someone mention it, Zhang Huaiyi, and what is the name of the other one?

"Yes three!"

"Wang Bang!"

Luo Su was very proud. He just looked at the cards in the paper figurine's hand, and then counted his own. This time, Xiao Dao Tong lost again!

"A ten!"

Sure enough, Xiao Daotong looked at his cards dumbfounded, the highest card was ten, how could he play this?

He took a fancy to the paper figurine beside him, and the paper figurine put down the cards in his hand helplessly, the biggest being nine.

Xiao Daotong was dumbfounded, this time he lost against the paper figurine again, Russell had quick eyesight and quick hands, a piece of paper was pasted on his head again, the paper figurine silently pulled out a hair and stuck it on his face.

"I remembered." Russell suddenly realized, "Is your senior brother called Zhang Zhiwei?"

Xiao Daotong tilted his head, and shook his head uncertainly, "I don't know, I followed the master for the past two months, and I haven't returned to Longhu Mountain yet."

"hey-hey!"

Russell patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, "I think your life will be miserable in the future, do you know that your brother has a nickname?"

Xiao Daotong shook his head in confusion, senior brother is only in his teens now, does he have a nickname?

Russell's small face was very serious, "Your brother, your name is under one person, when you are happy, you will be under your master, and when you are unhappy, you will be under one person."

"like this!"

Russell gently pushed forward with a palm, the paper figurine next to him seemed to be crushed by Mount Tai, his chest was sunken, he flew upside down, fell heavily to the ground, red ink flowed out of his mouth, and his neck twisted to the side , eyes widened, hiccup fart.

Xiao Daotong gulped his saliva, is the brother who has never met so fierce?

"So!"

Russell looked like someone who had come here, "You have to work hard and don't be greedy for fun. The most important thing is to remember one thing, you have to beat your brother as soon as possible, or you won't be able to beat him in the future!"

Xiao Daotong nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. He must practice hard and resist his senior brother's claws.

Russell smiled gratifiedly, and secretly made a decision in his heart that if he ever met that Wugensheng in the future, he would break all his limbs.

This bastard has wiped out such a good cultivator seedling.

If Zhang Huaiyi works hard, it is very likely that he will be the next Longhushan celestial master and inherit the celestial master's degree.

Russell had long been unhappy with Zhang Zhiwei, the old celestial master, mainly because he couldn't learn that style, with drooping white hair and a celestial spirit, he looked like a master of Taoism.

He couldn't help but sighed, why am I not old?

Uncle Jiu once said that as long as the cultivation level reaches the level of a celestial master, one can maintain youth forever and become immortal. Even after death, the bones will not melt, and the Yin God can also walk between the heaven and the earth, and even retain the memory of reincarnation.

It's a sad story that he may never grow old in this lifetime.

The voice of the two people talking in the yard was very low, but the people in the room could hear it clearly.

The two of them are masters of the Tao. Although their eyes cannot see through, they still have the basics of hearing and eyesight.

The old heavenly master was a little dumbfounded, why did Zhang Zhiwei, his big disciple, become a subordinate?

One more time!

I suspect this little doll is talking about me.

The old heavenly master glanced at Uncle Jiu, what do children know, most of them are hearsay, who do they listen to?

Uncle Jiu smiled awkwardly, and quickly changed the subject, "Brother Dao, where are you going next?"

"Longhu Mountain."

Uncle Jiu was taken aback, "You want to go back, don't travel more outside, what if you still meet a good apprentice?"

"Fate is here." The old master looked at Zhang Huaiyi outside the yard, "I can't wait for Longhu Mountain, so I need to go back in a hurry."

"This time, I'm afraid it will be the last time you and I will meet."

Uncle Jiu looked solemn. He had heard the rules of Longhu Mountain for a long time. Once he became a celestial master and inherited the seal of a celestial master, he had to guard Longhu Mountain. He was not allowed to go down the mountain if he had nothing important to do.

Because the seal of the heavenly master is the treasure of Longhu Mountain, it is rumored that there are big secrets in it, and there are many prying people in the rivers and lakes.

Although the celestial master of Longhu Mountain is not suitable for those with high cultivation, but two fists are no match for four hands, cultivating Taoism is not cultivating immortals, subduing demons and fighting with people is ultimately life-threatening.

Every sect and sect has ancestors, but the safety of every disciple cannot be guaranteed.

One is that both the underworld and the heavens have rules, and when one's strength reaches a certain level, one is not allowed to intervene in the human world at will.

The second is that the ancestors also have their own practice, and it is impossible to pay attention to every disciple, even a celestial master.

For their long lives, a celestial master is just a blink of an eye, as long as their own orthodoxy is not destroyed, there will be no major problems.

Longhu Mountain has been passed down for thousands of years. During the years of war, monsters appeared frequently. The celestial master of Longhu Mountain descended to exorcise demons, but was eliminated by the demons.

That night, the big demon was seduced by his soul, and the imminent deadline was approaching, and the seal of the celestial master returned to Longhu Mountain.

Since then, no matter how good or bad the new celestial master is, whether he is high or low, he dare not go down the mountain easily.

The old master is calm, he has lived for so long, he is over half a hundred years old, and he has experienced most of the things in the world.

After many years of practicing Taoism, his heart has long been as calm as still water, and practicing Taoism on the mountain is exactly what he wants.

The old Tianshi groped from his bosom, and unexpectedly took out a large bunch of copper coins from it, there were dozens of them.

Uncle Jiu's breathing became disturbed for a while, he was free from the world of mortals, his merits and virtues were added to his body, entwined with red light, and his aura was naturally accumulated, which is the best incense money.

He also has it on weekdays, usually collected small five emperors' money and big five emperors' money, and put them on the door or on the altar table for offering.

But the fineness is far inferior to that in the hands of the old master.

"This is the incense and copper coins that are worshiped by the people of ritual and Taoism outside the main hall of Longhu Mountain. Calculate the time." The old heavenly master was in a daze, "It must be counted from my master's master, probably hundreds of years."

"What's so funny about that?"

Uncle Jiu said no, but he was very sincere in his hands, and he immediately fished them all over.

He spurned the big dog in his heart. A mountain as big as Longhu Mountain naturally has a lot of incense money.