The dream-eating tapir inside the house was pinching its nose in disgust, but Russell outside the house didn't know about it. Instead, he was humming a little tune and sprinkling cinnabar around.
Of course he didn't use his hands. He was not some idiot who would wipe it with his right hand and use his left hand to eat.
In this regard, some people who live a good life have learned to use chopsticks very well.
Of course, things like spreading cinnabar should be left to the great paper man brother who works hard, is diligent and cute, and doesn't ask for any pay!
Looking at the paper figurine working diligently, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but sigh, "Alas, you are really too lazy."
All the hard work was done by the paper figures. Why didn't I think of this at the beginning and ended up accepting two silly and foolish apprentices.
Uncle Jiu couldn't help but sigh to the sky. One misstep led to eternal regret. It was all my fault that I was too young at the time and made the mistake because I was soft-hearted.
"not good!"
Just as Uncle Jiu was sighing, little Russell beside him let out a strange cry. He turned his head quickly and found a black cat jumping out from the roof.
The cinnabar never passed by the door.
Russell: …
Uncle Nine: …
Seeing Russell's questioning look, Uncle Jiu coughed awkwardly, "Maybe your urine smell is too strong. Don't be so lazy next time."
"Run away!" Russell pointed with his finger, and saw a black cat on the roof, stepping on tiles and running towards the distance.
If the dream-eating tapir ran away, all their efforts would be in vain.
“No rush!”
Uncle Jiu waved his sleeves in a casual manner and said confidently, "It can't escape!"
After Uncle Jiu finished speaking, he pointed his toes and the Pixiu placed on the ground floated in the air. Its mouth opened slightly and a huge suction force came.
The black cat, which was originally running very fast, suddenly ran slower and slower, and even slowly retreated. It didn't know what was happening at this moment.
Its four paws held tightly onto the eaves, and it meowed in the house. I couldn't tell whether it was meowing because it was scared, or was speaking beautiful human words.
Cat language is a profound subject. As for it, Uncle Jiu and Russell couldn't understand it. If it was a dog, Russell might be able to communicate with it.
It is so painful to be unable to communicate. This shows how important it is to learn a foreign language.
If this black cat could speak human language and Uncle Jiu heard the beautiful human language, his fate would probably be even more miserable. This shows that it is also very important not to learn a foreign language.
Uncle Jiu simply waved his right hand vigorously, and in the dark night, the stars sparkled and countless stars rushed towards the black cat.
Looking closely, it turned out that the twinkling stars were actually copper coins reflecting the moonlight under the night sky. At some point, they were woven into a net by Uncle Jiu.
"bundle!"
At a command, Uncle Jiu put his index and middle finger together, and countless stars wrapped the black cat tightly, restraining its four legs.
"Meow!"
The black cat let out a strange cry, then fell directly from the roof and landed steadily in little Russell's arms.
He chuckled and touched the cat's head with his hand. The cat did not resist and actually let him touch its head.
As Russell was petting the cat, he felt something was wrong. He was confused and wondered why the cat was so gentle.
"Master, are all the divine beasts so easy to deceive now?"
Wasn’t it said that it was a dream-eating tapir, a very difficult and mischievous monster that often steals other people’s nightmares
It feels a bit tame!
Russell tilted his head. Could this thing be a female
Just when he was puzzled, the experienced Uncle Nine instantly saw the problem. He saw that the black cat in Russell's hand actually had a shadow!
The dream-eating tapir has no physical form and can imitate anything, but it has no shadow and no temperature, so it can freely enter other people's dreams.
Uncle Jiu's face immediately turned serious, and a bad idea came to his mind. It seemed like he had been tricked by the dream-eating tapir!
The next moment, Uncle Jiu's bad thoughts were immediately confirmed.
"Ah, ah, ah."
There was a strange laugh, and I saw a fat cat sitting on the roof, holding its belly with both hands and laughing strangely.
Dream-eating tapir!
Russell looked at the fat cat, then looked at the black cat in his hand that seemed to be enjoying his touch. Suddenly, he felt inexplicably disgusted and let go of the black cat and put it on the ground.
Black Cat had a look of resentment on his face. You were not like that just now, you scumbag!
The dream-eating tapir seemed unsatisfied and kept pulling its body, unexpectedly changing from a fat cat to look exactly like little Russell.
It stood up and imitated the way Russell urinated just now. Under the moonlight, Uncle Jiu and Russell could see clearly that there was no g.
“Ahhhhh!”
Russell scratched his hair fiercely, "This is too much, this is too much!"
I can tolerate people saying I'm short and small, but you actually mock me for not doing that
“Go to hell!”
Russell crossed his hands in front of his chest, and his magic power surged. "I support Liujia on the left, and Liuding on the right. There is Huangshen in front and Yuezhang behind. The divine consciousness kills and does not avoid the powerful. It is urgent as ordered."
"The Wind and Fire Order of the Nine Palace Orders!"
Following a flash of red light, the dream-eating tapir was instantly surrounded by a whirlwind of fire. Flames burned all around it, and the temperature instantly rose a lot.
Russell drew the Seven-Star Sword from his back and jumped up. The two paper figures under his feet supported him and dragged him directly to the roof.
The Seven-Star Sword sparkled brightly under the starry sky, filled with murderous aura!
This series of killing moves stunned Uncle Jiu, and he forgot what he wanted to remind him just now.
The dream-eating tapir is still young now, just a young dream-eating tapir. The adult dream-eating tapir can naturally change into many shapes, and can even turn into a mountain.
But what about the young ones
It's like Russell, the rooster directly turned into a hen.
On the roof, Russell and the dream-eating tapir were fighting fiercely. Although the dream-eating tapir's movements were extremely agile, they were of no use to Russell.
Because he used his own painstaking research and hard practice to finally develop an unparalleled and invincible sword technique from the Maoshan sword technique.
"Ah, Dream-Eating Tapir, eat my Thousand Cuts Sword Technique!"
Russell swung the sword very quickly, and the tip of the sword fell on the dream-eating tapir as fast as raindrops.
The dream-eating tapir was indeed a mythical beast. Not only did it look exactly the same, but it also bled after getting a cut.
The only drawback is that it is too short to be visible.
If I became a woman, would I have two **
To be honest, if that thing is too big, it will be very tiring.
Uncle Jiu did not intervene, but just watched quietly.
Ever since he realized last time that Russell was no worse than himself, Uncle Jiu was ready to let Russell start to take charge on his own. Some things cannot be taught by just teaching.
…
Well, actually the roof was too high and the tiles were too light, and they couldn’t support Uncle Jiu jumping on it.
well!
He missed an opportunity to beat his apprentice openly.
Russell on the roof had a more and more strange look on his face. He swung the Seven Star Sword for nearly a hundred times, leaving hundreds of wounds on the Dream-Eating Tapir, but none of them were fatal.
Russell began to doubt his life. Was he using the Thousand Cutting Sword Technique just now? Why did it feel like scraping
Thousands of cuts = scraping
Russell shook his head violently. How could it be possible? This was deduced from the Maoshan swordsmanship. How could Maoshan have such rubbish swordsmanship
That’s not right. Maoshan is not Shushan. It doesn’t focus on sword skills. Maybe it’s just the basics.
The name sounds very low, "Maoshan Star-Attracting Sword Technique".
Like other people's Holy Spirit Sword Technique 23, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin, Slaying Ghosts and Gods, Divine Sword Controlling Thunder Technique, Wine Immortal Technique, Master's Sword Technique, which name is not loud...
The more Russell thought about it, the more guilty he felt. He held the Seven Star Sword upright behind his back and said with admiration, "You are indeed a divine beast. Your cultivation is so amazing. I admire you!"
The dream-eating tapir blinked, tilted its head and looked at Russell, no one knew what it was thinking, and then twisted its body.
Watching its brother growing bigger, Russell smiled with relief. Thanks to his "guidance" just now, the dream-eating tapir understood the importance of having a younger brother.
But soon, Russell's smile froze as he saw that thing getting longer and longer, and soon it surpassed his.
10cm…
12cm…
15cm…
20cm…
…
1m…
That thing was not only long, but also sparkled in the moonlight, and the dream-eating tapir happily held it in his hand.
Wow, it turns out to be a Seven Star Sword!
Russell looked at the sword in his hand and couldn't help but sigh. The divine beast was indeed a divine beast, and even weapons could be imitated.
“Crash!”
A strange noise was heard, and Russell suddenly felt something moving under his feet and became unstable. He saw the tiles on the roof cracked and a pair of hands sticking out from them.
“Oh my god!”
Russell jumped up in fright and vaguely saw a face emerging from the tiles. Without time to think, he stepped down hard.
It feels really good, so fleshy.
“Boom!”
"ah!"
First there was the sound of flesh falling to the ground, followed by a familiar scream, "Who the hell did this? Who kicked my handsome face?"
On the floor of the house, Qiu Sheng touched his face with a look of grievance. There was a half-black and half-red footprint on it, mixed with a strange smell.
A bit fishy.
Russell touched his nose awkwardly. He looked at the dream-eating tapir playing with the Seven-Star Sword opposite him and his eyes suddenly lit up.
He lowered his head and shouted, "Brother, go outside and get the net. I saw the monster kick you just now!"
The dream-eating tapir opposite was stunned, opening its mouth in panic, but could not speak in human language.
Inside the room, Qiu Sheng looked confused. He touched his face and immediately became angry. He was not handsome to begin with, and he was kicked in the face.
ah!!!
He rolled over on the spot, climbed up from the ground, and ran outside. He was so aggressive and looked like he was ready to fight to the death, which scared Uncle Jiu.
Qiu Sheng saw the Five Emperors' Copper Coins Net at a glance, picked up the net on the ground and was about to throw it upwards.
But there are two little brothers on the roof, and it is estimated that one of them is a monster.
But which one is the junior brother
Russell clapped his hands and said, "Brother, give it to me quickly." He pointed at the dream-eating tapir opposite him and said, "He was the one who kicked you in the face just now. I saw it with my own eyes, and so did the master!"
Uncle Jiu turned his head away silently.
Qiu Sheng believed it without a doubt, and threw the Five Emperors Money Net directly up, saying angrily, "Junior brother, you must avenge me!"
"Next time, definitely next time." Russell took the Five Emperors Copper Coin Net with a guilty conscience. With the magic weapon in hand, he naturally didn't have to worry about the dream-eating tapir that was like a loach.
As soon as he let go, the sky was filled with stars, which directly bound the dream-eating tapir in the Five Emperors' Copper Coin Net. The dream-eating tapir kept struggling and became smaller and smaller. It looked exactly like the black cat before.
It’s just that the belly is a little big, it seems that he was very greedy in the underworld.
The dream-eating tapir likes to eat nightmares. The eighteen levels of hell in the underworld is a place where nightmares are everywhere.
It's like a mouse falling into a rice container, I'm so happy.
The dream-eating tapir was captured, but looking at the footprint on Qiu Sheng's indignant face, Russell always felt a little guilty.
His eyes rolled and he took out a paper figure from his arms, "Brother, try this, it won't hurt if you stick it on. Uncle Simu said it's good after using it!"
"Um?"
Uncle Jiu narrowed his eyes, "Si Mu used paper figures before, how come I didn't know about that?"
Doesn’t he know it, his little apprentice? No matter how precious the paper figurines are, he is not allowed to touch them and is often caught by mousetraps.
For Simu
I think there must be something fishy about this matter!
"Let me try, let me try." Qiu Sheng didn't care whether there was anything wrong or not. He not only felt pain on his face, but pain all over his body.
He always felt like he had fallen from somewhere, not like he had just been kicked.
The paper man was gently pressed against his face, and Qiu Sheng felt a chill all over his body. He could not help but let out a sigh of relief.
"ah… "
“Ah, it feels so good!”
After a while, Qiu Sheng touched his face. The pain was gone, the wounds were gone, but some scars could still be felt.
These are all cut by the rubble, very sharp!
Although Qiu Sheng only touched a little, his whole body looked as if he had been struck by lightning, and he had a little scar on his face, which was not as eye-catching as having a centipede on his face.
He couldn't help but look sad. He used to think he was quite handsome, but now he was afraid that he was not even as talented in literature.
Uncle Jiu also felt a little reluctant and frowned as he thought of a solution. This was the trouble caused by the young apprentice, and as a master he was definitely at fault and also had responsibility.
“Bang!”
Russell slapped his thigh and said, "Brother, wait a minute. I want to think about whether there is a spell in the Maoshan Talisman Ceremony that can heal scars?"
"Don't think about it!"
Uncle Jiu shook his head. He was most familiar with the Maoshan Talismans, and this was definitely not included in the Maoshan Talisman Ceremony.
The talisman is a branch of the great way of heaven and earth. Even the smallest one would not be boring enough to remove scars.
Upon hearing this, Qiu Sheng looked even more sad. Even the almighty master said it was no use. He could only turn his attention to his junior fellow apprentice.
Above the omnipotent master, there is an even more omnipotent junior brother.
Russell didn't care at all, instead he patted his chest confidently, "Brother, don't worry, there is no such thing in the Maoshan talisman, I will create one for you now!"
Qiu Sheng suddenly felt hopeful. In his eyes, his junior brother was a genius who had created one miracle after another. It was normal for a genius to be unreasonable, right
Uncle Jiu on the side shook his head helplessly. The little apprentice was still too young. How could he create a talisman just by letting him
If Russell could create it, he would just dress up as a woman on the spot!