Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

Until that voice raised its head, revealing that familiar face, a soft voice sounded in the living room; "I planned to find you when I first came back, but I saw that you were still annotating the account books, so I thought about waiting until you were done with your work."

Fragrance shop.

Su Mo subconsciously opened his hands, and the Wenxiang nephrite crashed into his arms.

Seeing Hu Qiyue's teasing gaze beside her, Ren Tingting could only feel the blood rushing to her cheeks, scorching hot.

She didn't understand what was wrong with her, she should be more reserved, but when she saw this face, she couldn't control her movements anymore... Maybe it was really what Sister Hu said, She missed it too much.

It's just... Feeling the warm and firm chest of the other party, Ren Tingting closed her eyes slightly, and didn't want to worry about being shy anymore.

"It's time to get up." After half a stick of incense, Su Mo's slightly helpless voice came from his ear: "I don't care, but with your temperament, you probably don't want to be seen by outsiders right?"

Only then did Ren Tingting wake up from the immersion, and when she let go of her hand, it was obvious that there was a bit of reluctance.

Hu Qiyue pursed her lips and laughed softly: "Tingting, why are you so eager? The days to come are still long, so it's enough for my husband to make it up to you?"

Ren Tingting's cheeks turned red again, she lowered her head and dared not speak.

Looking at the two beautiful women in front of him, Su Mo's eyes also showed some rare warmth.

He casually half-lyed on the wooden chair, looked at the slightly crude arrangement in the funeral shop, and let out a long breath.

High-rise buildings, carved beams and painted buildings, after all, they are not as comfortable and comfortable as my two or three wooden houses! .

Chapter 756

The three of them stayed together for a while.

Su Mo didn't stand up from the recliner until the sun was in the west, and Ren Tingting adjusted her clothes with blushing cheeks.

Hu Qiyue, on the other hand, was still lazily leaning on Su Mo's body, letting the red robe be messed up.

"It's time to see my brother."

Hu Qiyue's hair was wrapped around Su Mo's fingers, and he said softly, "It's been a long time since I came back, but I still haven't been there to see the ceremony, after all, it's not proper."

"The other thing is, when I come back this time, I'm actually just dropping by. I'm going to Maoshan in a few days, but this time, both of you will go with me."

"Reverend Zixiao wants to give you a dao name?" Hu Qiyue sniffed the fragrance in Su Mo's ear.

She is now considered an inner disciple of Maoshan, and Maoshan will naturally notify her of some news.

"En." Su Mo nodded: "According to the rules of the inner sect, only when a true disciple enters the fairyland can he be bestowed with the Dao title by the head master, and ~ officially become the acting head."

"As long as the head resigns, he will immediately replace him and become the real sect sect."

Ren Tingting sat beside her and did not speak, but her beautiful eyes shone brightly.

Having already embarked on the road of cultivation, she naturally understands the meaning of the word "Earth Immortal".

It was almost sunset on the western mountain, and Su Mocai appeared in the Yizhuang at the end of the town, dressed in an elegant white robe made by Ren Tingting herself.

Finally, the Yizhuang is much more lively now.

Because Uncle Jiu had accepted Wen Hai as his new apprentice in Qincheng before, Taoist Qianhe was also disheartened after passing through Xuankui's zombie, and chose to stay in this Yizhuang to help.

Coupled with the original Qiusheng literary talent, Xiaoxiaoyizhuang gathered five people, and naturally it was no longer deserted.

In front of the bamboo table, three brothers from the same sect of Maoshan sat together.

"So, I was really lucky at that time." Uncle Jiu put down his teacup and sighed suddenly.

When he met the bronze armored corpse, Li Daoyuan had just died not long ago. The bronze armored corpse was the natal zombie connected to his life, so he fell into the weakest moment.

That's why Qi Shouzheng let the Xuankui zombies harm people wantonly, sucking blood to recover.

Moreover, Qi Shouzheng couldn't really control the Bronze Armored Corpse at all at that time, he just relied on the Corpse Refining Talisman of the Exorcist Sect to forcefully give it some simple instructions.

That's why Qianhe was able to escape by chance, and Jiushu was able to rely on the talisman given by Su Mo to almost suppress the bronze armored corpse.

Qianhe also nodded in agreement, but his face was calm.

For such a long time, he has already figured it out.

Looking at Wen Hai who was busy, and Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng who were laughing and playing beside him, thinking about being lazy, Su Mo glanced at Uncle Jiu, and suddenly smiled and said, "It's decided?"

"Are you going to let Wen Hai inherit your mantle?"

"It's been decided a long time ago." Uncle Jiu gave a wry smile, and sighed, "Wen Caiqiu gave birth to two people, their temperaments are unbearable, and their talents are not good. I just didn't have a choice before."

"Now that I have Wenhai, my Taoism can finally be passed on."

Wen Cai was adopted by Uncle Jiu since he was a child, and Qiu Sheng often visited Uncle Jiu's house since he was a child. After decades, he has already treated them as his own sons.

Therefore, although they no longer intend to let them inherit the mantle, the doting in their bones has not changed.

As for Qianhe... His disciples all died at the hands of Xuankui, so he has made up his mind that when he is too old to subdue demons in the future, he will return to Maoshan and grow old in the sect.

This is also the helplessness of heretics.

They are more like mortals in a sense, and they also have birth, old age, sickness and death, and when they die.

"I already know the news about Maoshan. I'll hitch a ride with you and go there together." Uncle Jiu looked at Su Mo and said.

On the other hand, Qianhe smiled apologetically: "I won't go, after all, this Renjia Town always needs someone to watch, congratulations in advance for the true biography, being honored as an Earth Immortal, you must be bestowed with a Taoist title."

Looking at his somewhat melancholy eyes, Su Mo nodded slightly and didn't say much.

He understood that Senior Brother Qianhe was afraid that when he returned to Maoshan, seeing so many young disciples fall in love with each other, his group of disciples who died tragically would be heard again.

I stayed in Renjia Town for about three or four days.

In the early morning, white paper flew out of the house and turned into two luxurious carriages. Uncle Jiu and Wen Hai shared one, while Su Mo shared one with Ren Tingting and Hu Qiyue.

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It has to be said that Wen Hai's talent is indeed very good, and he also worked very hard. This time, Uncle Jiu took this opportunity to take him back to Maoshan to receive the talisman.

The steed neighed silently, stepped on the air with all four hooves, turned into two streamers of light, and disappeared into the sky.

.........

On the other side of the ocean, in a European-style castle.

Ao Li was half lying on the chair, his old eyes were slightly closed, as if he was dozing off.

Below it, a large number of monster races gathered together, most of them were monsters from the Transfiguration Realm. This was a terrifying force capable of subverting the entire ocean.

In this land, it is said that hundreds of years ago there was a holy war that swept away all extraordinary forces.

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If these monsters want to, they can launch a second holy war!

Therefore, whether it is the Holy See or the Dark Council, they are extremely afraid of them, and they dare not provoke them at all.

"Old Ao!"

A demon did not hold his breath after all: "What do you think?"

"There has been news from Lu Kun that the ghost city is safe and sound, and it is very secretive. It has not been discovered by any orthodox monks, let alone the fairy gate."

"The Fuhua we sent secretly also reported the same situation."

Ao Li breathed out, as if he had just woken up from a nap.

It raised its eyes to look at the monster clan, and then looked at the large number of monsters that were about to move below. A bit of ridicule flashed in the old eyes, but it laughed and said, "Then what do you mean?"

"Don't dare!" The demon hurriedly cupped his hands, but continued: "According to me, we can continue to send people over."

"Batch by batch, it is not only secretive, but also able to investigate clearly the situation in the Central Plains, and even more able to control the ghost market in our own hands."

"The two brothers, Lu Kun and Lu Xiu, are too independent and won't be of one mind with us. Maybe they will take advantage of this opportunity and make something happen!"

Ao Li looked at it, didn't speak, just tapped his fingers on the chair lightly.

After half a cup of tea, it suddenly laughed: "Okay, then do as you said."

Chapter 757

The Luo Tian Dajiao is not just a grand event for the inner sect.

In the past few days, the outer gate of Maoshan has also been decorated with lanterns and festoons. All Taoist priests are dressed in costumes, and a tent has been specially set up at the foot of the mountain. Porridge is served three times a day to help the passing refugees.

Although there are rules in the Taoist sect, they are not allowed to participate in the secular world, but these are only used to restrain people in the practice, so the outer sects of the major Taoist schools will not have any restrictions.

Over the years, the Maoshan Outer Sect, in addition to supplying the needs of the inner sect and their own expenses, most of the money has been used to exchange food, medicine, and help those helpless refugees for free.

These days, the most expensive things are ammunition, food and medicines, so after a few years, there is really not much money left in the Outer Sect, and the grand ceremony such as the Luotian Dajiao can only barely provide some meals, and free help Those refugees are treated.

　 　In addition, Su Mo also knew that when the foreign enemies invaded the Central Plains later, many disciples from the outer sects of the major Xuanmen went down to fight against the foreign enemies.

As for the gold oceans that Su Mo earned in the early years, all of them have already been given to the outer sect, and the Ren family has also been making donations in recent years.

The person who received Su Mo and the others this time was an old man who looked about 50 years old. His hair was full of strands and most of it was black.

Wearing colorful Taoist robes, he is strong and strong, with a wise figure in his eyes, like an elderly wise man.

"Congratulations to Zhenchuan, stepping into the realm of land immortals, I'm afraid you will be called the head teacher in a few years!"

The old Taoist paid homage to Su Mo respectfully, and then performed ordinary Taoist etiquette to Uncle Jiu and Hu Qiyue: "The room has been arranged, please come with me."

"Because there are great masters from various fairy gates in the inner gate, the entrance and exit passages are changed to open once a day, and they can be opened for an hour at noon every day, in order to show my Maoshan's respect for the fairy gates in the world."

"Therefore, I would like to invite Zhenchuan and several seniors from the inner sect to take a rest for one night and come back tomorrow."

Although he is a mortal, but because he is in charge of the outer sect, many important events in the inner sect will be notified specially.

"Where's Wang Jianyuan?" Uncle Jiu took the initiative to ask.

When he left Maoshan that year, Wang Youdao was the supervisor. Later, Su Mo returned to the mountain after the Zhuge family incident, and he was still the prisoner. He had been in the prison for more than 30 years.

The old Taoist shook his head slightly: "Last month, the head master told the Wang Supervisory Academy that he has no life left, only half a year left."

"That's why Wang Jianyuan resigned from his post as a supervisor, took the money and items donated by the inner sect, and returned to his hometown, preparing to return to his roots."

"Then the position of the Supervisory Court fell on me."

The old Taoist priest named Sun Qingfeng, who entered Maoshan to practice since he was a child, is 52 years old this year, and has been in the outer gate of Maoshan for 40 years. .

"I see." Hearing this, Su Mo also sighed slightly.

A mortal's life is like a white horse passing through the gap, just a hundred years, fleeting.

He only met Wang Jianyuan last year, but he didn't expect to know that this old man was going to die soon.

After hundreds of years, I am afraid that besides myself, few people will still remember the name Wang Youdao.

"It's a pity." Su Mo looked at the hall in front of him, and the appearance of the old man appeared in his mind: "Before he returns, he should have notified me, and he must be sent off."

"It's just the Outer Sect's Supervisory Academy, so don't bother to fight so hard. It's a great honor for the Wang Supervisory Academy to have such a heart." Sun Qingfeng walked ahead, laughing.

Su Mo was silent.

This is also the thought of everyone in the inner sect, even his master - immortals are different.

It's no wonder that many immortal sects don't care about world affairs at all. Even Maoshan, Longhu and other immortal sects with the dogma of killing demons and demons are actually not too concerned about ordinary people's affairs.

As I said before, the higher the realm, the weaker the seven emotions and six desires will be.

Only when the disciples of the inner sect have disciples of the younger generation worship day and night, and the incense is passed on, can the group of celestial ancestors maintain their love for the younger generation.

As for the mortals in the world of mortals, those mortals who don't have much to do with themselves naturally don't have any emotions.

What they cultivate is longevity, not salvation.

Therefore, it is the right way not to take the initiative to do evil. As for saying that you will not save yourself from death... I am afraid that some real people today have had such an experience...

Immortal, there is a big mountain between the character for fairy and the character for human.

On the contrary, those heretic monks, there are quite a few people who uphold justice, go around killing demons and protecting the people, such as Uncle Jiu, Simu, and Qianhe from Renjiazhen.

When many mortals encounter evil spirits, they pray to those immortals for help, but basically there is no result.

Why did the immortal save him?

The power of immortals comes from practice and enlightenment, not from mortals.

In fact, Su Mo used to have this kind of mentality, not because he actively wanted to become like this, after all, he is also a person who traveled through the past in modern society, and he also has his own moral standards in his heart.