"All right, all right!"
Watching Russell chattering in grievance, Uncle Jiu smiled, thinking that he was very experienced in this matter.
When he accepted Russell as his apprentice, he treated him as his treasure with all his heart.
He cared for him so much that he wanted to pick the stars in the sky for him, and asked several fellow disciples to pick many herbs to prolong his life.
Everyone was very surprised at the time. With such a physique, he could still survive. They didn't know how much money he had spent.
Uncle Jiu was very concerned about Russell, which made Qiu Sheng and Wencai, who were still young at the time, feel aggrieved.
They are both disciples of the master, so why is the younger brother so loved
Later, Uncle Jiu thought of a way to perfectly solve this problem, which was to care for his two apprentices and let them study Taoism well.
When Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai saw the thick Maoshan talismans and various Feng Shui secrets, they were so scared that they started crying.
From then on, no one ever mentioned Uncle Nine's preference for little Russell.
There was another one vying for favor at that time, and that was Xiao Hei, a chicken raised by Uncle Jiu. It was very precious at the time, and was a chicken with angry eyes given to him by an old friend from western Hunan.
With vigorous energy and blood, one person can do the work of several others, which made Uncle Jiu very happy at that time.
After being fed with herbs every day for a long time, it actually began to gain human nature and slowly turned into a half-demon.
But since Russell came, Xiao Hei's treatment has plummeted. He bullies Russell every day, not daring to fight him head-on, but using underhanded tactics behind his back.
One night, he ran into Russell's bed, pushed little Russell out, and took over the bed himself.
Little Russell was so cold that he cried loudly, with tears streaming down his face. Uncle Jiu was very angry at the time.
He picked up a kitchen knife and made thirty-nine chicken heads in front of Xiao Hei. Since then, the naughty thing has been much more obedient.
No matter how little Russell bullied him, he didn't dare to say a word.
Thinking of the past, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but laugh, "Well, little Russell, isn't it a good thing that your uncle has found a daughter? Maybe they can get to know her well and she can become your wife!"
"snort!"
Russell smiled contemptuously. He saw through the girl. She was at odds with Simu and didn't say a word to him every day. She was very cold and aloof.
How does the saying go
The silly character cannot be hidden. As soon as the four eyes looked away, the girl completely exposed her silly nature.
It's stupid so be it, but it's still a three-no product, with no butt, no breasts, no long legs, and not even as pretty as his paper doll wife.
Russell’s requirements were not high; he just wanted a pillow half the size of Tsunade’s and comfortable to use as a pillow.
"Okay."
Uncle Jiu shook his head helplessly, pondered for a moment, and changed the subject, "Is that the Great Desolate Prisoner Heaven Finger that you just mentioned that you comprehended casually?"
Speaking of this, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but twitch his lips. Just now, he actually believed little Russell's nonsense.
I casually comprehended a Taoist method, which was not very powerful and was of no use.
If he hadn’t just seen it with his own eyes, Uncle Jiu would have almost believed it.
This finger is like a landslide, don’t you think it is powerful
Uncle Jiu looked at his own legs sitting cross-legged, feeling somewhat helpless. Why was he still practicing diligently
Originally, I wanted to have a fight with Senior Brother Shi Jian after two years, and stop him from going up the mountain and causing trouble.
Looking at it now, let alone two years later, even if Shi Jian came now, Russell would just press it with one finger.
Shi Jian: …
Dead.
Uncle Jiu couldn't help but cover his face with his hands. It seemed that it was right to let Russell go out and take risks. Having such a wicked apprentice, the pressure on him as a master was really great.
"It's just so-so."
Russell scratched his head. He was not a Versailles person. Compared with his three trump cards, it was really nothing.
Especially when the ancestor possesses me, I feel really happy, and have an invincible feeling like a Super Saiyan transformation.
Of course, it belongs to Sun Wukong, not Beijita.
Uncle Nine: …
"well."
Uncle Jiu tried to maintain his dignity and said, "Go and see what happened just now. You should do things to perfection. Don't make mistakes like before and regret it later."
"good."
Russell nodded, thinking about what he had done before. He wanted to do good things, but he didn't think it through, which caused regret in his heart.
"I won't say any more. My stomach hurts. I need to go to the toilet. I'm hanging up now."
Uncle Jiu hung up the call before Russell could say anything, and the paper figure immediately became stiff.
He let out a long sigh, then slowly looked at the roasted whole lamb in the room. He touched his stomach with his hand and gritted his teeth.
"I don't believe I can't eat it. What if little Russell catches up with me? Ah!"
Although it is a kind of pride for an apprentice to surpass his master, Uncle Jiu thought that little Russell was only nine years old this year...
"Eat, eat, eat! I must break through to the second level before little Russell comes back!"
Uncle Jiu took a vicious bite of the lamb leg and his eyes wandered to Xiao Hei who was cheering in the yard.
Ever since the little devil left, this guy has been living a carefree and proud life every day.
"I just don't know what it tastes like." Uncle Jiu muttered softly, and Xiao Hei in the yard raised his head suddenly, felt his anus tighten, and looked around vigilantly.
Um
This strange feeling...
The little bastard is back
…
"Why do I feel like Master has been acting a little weird lately?"
Russell slowly stuffed the paper man into his arms, flipped over, jumped over the railing, and fell directly down.
The Yangtze River was roaring beneath his feet, but he walked as if he was walking on solid ground, step by step towards the small black dot in the distance.
It was a small boat, a strange looking boat with pointed ends and weird carvings on it.
It's a bit hard to understand.
And beside the boat, there was a swollen corpse floating. Russell frowned, then turned his head away as if nothing had happened.
He couldn't accept this situation before, but after seeing it more often on the Yangtze River, he got used to it.
There are people freezing to death on the road. This is not just a joke, but a real thing.
There was a dense mass of black hair floating on the surface of the river, black and long. It looked like a water ghost, not a water monkey.
He was knocked unconscious by Russell's distant finger just now, and he couldn't even say a word of criticism or beg for mercy.
"Lord Dragon, Lord God."
Old Man Chen reacted very quickly and knelt down to worship. The water ghost's hand had just grabbed his ankle, which scared him silly.
It is common for corpse lifters to encounter ghosts. Old Man Chen has encountered it several times before, but never as close as today.
Most of them were floating in the river, staring at him underwater, but Old Man Chen didn't care. He had a corpse-fishing stick in his hand, and with one strike, the ghosts retreated.
But today he was almost scared to death. Once he was pulled into the water, no god could save him.
But a huge finger from the sky in the distance instantly turned the female ghost into ashes, and the little kid was walking towards the river again.
If this isn’t a god, then what is
Calling God will definitely not be wrong!
Old Man Chen knelt quickly, but Old Man Chen behind him had a strange look on his face because he knew Russell.
A doll who sees a crow and wants to eat it, and licks the talisman with his tongue, is so different from the imagined god that the difference is like heaven and earth!
Russell's expression became even more strange at this time. This fight with Old Chen was really unlucky, but also really lucky.
He encountered ghosts several times and was even transformed into a red-haired old monster by someone using the nightmare technique and beaten like a water monkey for several days.
Two or three times it was Russell who scared him away.
People say he is lucky, but he has encountered ghosts three or four times. If Russell had not arrived today, he would probably have died like this old man.
You might say he has bad luck. He has encountered ghosts so many times, but he just can't die.
He waved his hand gently, and Old Man Chen was slowly helped up. It should not be too much to receive a kneeling salute for saving a life.
"Long time no see!"
Russell looked at Old Chen with a smile. This man seemed to have a connection with him.
Old Chen swallowed his words, looked around, and asked in a low voice, "Little Taoist priest, long time no see. I wonder where Uncle Jiu is. I'll go and thank him right away."
At this moment, he still didn't believe that the finger press just now was made by Russell, and thought it was made by Uncle Jiu.
Old Chen sighed in his heart, the top third rate is indeed the top third rate. Compared with them, the corpse lifters, the difference is like heaven and earth.
The corpse-lifter was scared half to death when he saw the ghost, and when the ghost saw the Taoist priest, it was just like Old Chen seeing Old Man Chen.
Old Man Chen on the side opened his eyes wide and looked at Old Man Chen who was talking to little Russell, his eyes couldn't help but burst into joy.
What a thick, thick thigh. The key is that I know it. I might even be able to hug it.
Thinking of this, a smile broke out on his old face.
"My master is not here. If you want to invite him for a drink, you probably have to go to Renjia Town to find him."
Ever since that time when Old Chen was turned into a red-haired monster and Uncle Jiu changed him back, Old Chen often went to Uncle Jiu to drink.
Although he thanked him nominally, he probably still wanted to get Uncle Jiu's kidney-tonifying recipe secretly.
Russell pulled out a hair from his head and blew it hard. The hair turned into a fiery red color and fell gently onto the surface of the river, instantly burning the black hair that was trapped there.
A visible black gas spread out, mixed with faint wailing and intermittent crying sounds.
"Master, be careful!"
Old Man Chen rubbed his eyes. His black hair was burning and bursts of black air came out. But when he blinked, it seemed that countless black shadows were surging under the river.
It was so crowded that I could vaguely see countless faces, grinning and greedily sucking something
Some of them had red light in their eyes and stared at them viciously.
Old Chen had never seen such a scene before. Surrounded by ghosts, they looked ferocious and seemed to want to eat them.
Not to mention him, even Old Man Chen couldn't bear it anymore and waved the corpse-fishing stick in his hand desperately.
He knew very well that if he fell into the water, he would become a scapegoat, and it would be extremely difficult to reincarnate.
The corpse-catching stick in his hand, which was always effective, seemed to have some problems today, and those ghosts could not be driven away at all by it.
"Oh!"
Russell laughed softly, "You're really courting death!"
He stomped his feet violently, and the surface of the river shook instantly. Countless white lightning flashed underwater. The ghosts were frightened and ran away in all directions, and then turned into black smoke.
This kick instantly stunned Old Man Chen and Old Chen. The more they compared, the more they felt that the corpse retriever was a bit lame.
Russell originally wanted to leave, but then he thought of Old Chen, who had changed several jobs and moved to many places because of him, and was a rare old acquaintance.
He thought for a moment, took out a penny from his pocket, put his finger to his tongue, and put some saliva on the coin.
Then he casually threw it to Old Chen and said, "Go back and get a red string to tie it and hang it around your neck. It will be much more useful than the stick in your hand."
Old Chen's face lit up with joy, and Old Man Chen also rubbed his hands excitedly. Just as Russell was about to leave, he suddenly spoke again.
"Young Taoist priest, please stay. I fished out an evil creature from the bottom of the Yangtze River a few days ago. Do you have time to take a look?"
"What evil thing?"
"A coffin with a yellow talisman on it, locked with chains, doesn't look like a good thing."
ps: 6500 words today, hehe, not short, right