As Master Jiang's figure gradually disappeared, the yard fell into a long silence and shock.
Looking at the endless ravine, he glanced at his uncle with a look of surprise, "Uncle Ji, long time no see, you are still so... Oh..."
Simu was also a simpleton, not very good at socializing. Looking at his uncle Ji, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, he was just about to say hello.
I said he was still as young as before, but looking at his bald head and the shiny hair, I almost choked.
"Master...Uncle Master, where is your hair?"
Uncle Ji rolled his eyes and glared at Siyan unhappily, "You little brat, your words are still as irritating as ever!"
He touched his bald head with his hand, "You don't know, you mean I met a fierce ghost, it was so powerful, I fought for ten days and ten nights before I finally subdued it."
Uncle Ji boasted about his glorious history while paying homage to his dead hair, what a handsome, shiny black hair.
He spoke seriously, carefully, and with great emotion. If Russell had not seen the four disciples behind Uncle Ji trying hard to hold back their laughter with their faces flushed, he might have believed it.
Uncle Ji was still chattering away, but Simu quietly poked Russell with his finger, then rubbed his fingers secretly.
Without words, just a slight raised eyebrow and a look, Russell instantly understood what Uncle Simu meant.
As Simu's uncle, Uncle Ji is old and powerful, and has a lot of treasures in his hands. Why don't you blackmail him? No, ask for a gift.
As an elder, it is impossible for you to say nothing when you see a talented little kid.
Simu made another gesture and stretched out five fingers. The meaning was obvious: he hoped to split the money 50-50.
Russell touched his chin. He was no longer an eight-year-old kid. It was shameful to ask for a gift by acting cute.
We must think of a more powerful method so that we can blackmail better treasures.
Looking at the disciples who were laughing secretly behind Uncle Ji, and then looking at Uncle Ji's bald head, Russell gave a weird smile.
He took out a paper figure from his arms in a leisurely manner, and then, Russell pretended to look at Simu with great concern, "Oh, uncle, why is your arm broken?"
"ah?"
Simu was very surprised by little Russell's sudden concern, and immediately became alert. What was this little kid thinking
You want to mess with Uncle Ji, why are you messing with me
He shook his head vigorously, "It's okay, it's okay, my hands are fine."
As he said this, he moved his arm, which was twisted in a very unreasonable way, backwards. With just a slight movement, he couldn't help but take several breaths of cold air.
It hurts so fucking much!
Seeing the resistance in their eyes, Russell looked regretful, "Is that so? That's such a pity..."
Simu breathed a sigh of relief, then felt a chill on his back and his anus tightened, as if something was stabbing him.
He turned his head suddenly and saw a paper man sticking to his back. His whole body suddenly felt refreshed, his waist was no longer sore, his legs were no longer weak, and his arms no longer hurt.
"The paper figurine is amazing, isn't it!" Russell pretended to be complacent, and glanced at Uncle Ji secretly, "Not only can it heal injuries, it can also increase height, and it can also cure baldness."
He said it lightly at the beginning, but the last word "bald" was pronounced a little more heavily. Russell could see it clearly. Uncle Ji's eyes suddenly lit up, as if they were glowing.
Speaking of baldness, Uncle Ji couldn't help but touch his big bald head. He is a well-known king of talk in Maoshan.
When people reach middle age, their bodies become weak, they not only gain weight but also become bald, which is really sad.
Uncle Ji got angry when he thought about this. They were also cultivators, but why did those of his generation all have long black hair and look like young people
The only thing is that he looks fierce and has a bald head, so those who know him think he is a Taoist priest, while those who don’t think he is a monk.
A monk like Lu Zhishen!
I really am a good person!
Uncle Ji rubbed his bald head fiercely and looked at Luo Suo with eyes full of loving care.
"Ah, this is the apprentice of you, Simu, a naughty boy. Incredible, incredible. It seems that you, the master, have taught him well."
"This is a disciple from my senior brother's family."
"I thought so!" Uncle Ji suddenly realized, "With a fool like you, how could you possibly teach such a good disciple!"
"So it's Xiaojiu's family, hahahaha, we're all family, a family."
Uncle Ji was laughing extremely happily, and his ferocious face turned into a chrysanthemum when he smiled. His fawning look didn't seem like that of an elder at all.
Russell and Simu looked at each other and just smiled. Wasn't the big fish caught
After a series of extreme tugs and pulls, Uncle Ji willingly gave up a lot of treasures and left contentedly with a small paper man.
Seeing that scene, his four disciples were stunned and it took them a long time to come back to their senses.
After extorting some money, Simu pulled Russell and ran away. If Master Uncle Ji came to his senses, little Russell wouldn't care, but as his uncle, he had to give him a few beatings.
Although I haven't been beaten for a long time, there is something called childhood trauma.
Sure enough, just as Simu expected, before they had walked far, Uncle Ji had suddenly come to his senses and was looking at the paper figure in his hand with tears in his eyes.
This thing that can only cure baldness was actually exchanged for a bunch of priceless treasures. How could I have been so obsessed with it
The world of martial arts is dangerous. Uncle Ji turned around suddenly and found that the two little brats had already run away without a trace. He suddenly became crazy and poked his big bald head with his palm.
"Ah, didn't they say that people from Maoshan wouldn't cheat people from Maoshan?"
"Master, why are you still chasing?"
A disciple behind him was holding back his laughter. It was a rare occasion that their master could be humiliated.
But you can't laugh out loud, otherwise according to the tradition of Maoshan, hehe...
"Those two guys are very smart. They must have run away long ago."
Uncle Ji calculated with his fingers and concluded that with their level of cultivation, they could have run very far by this time.
Especially since they are both Maoshan Taoists and their strength is not much different, it is even more difficult to track them.
When thinking of Little Russell's cultivation, Uncle Ji's face became serious, he put his hands behind his back, looked up to the sky and sighed, "Maoshan, this time, an extraordinary figure will emerge."
Despite his young age, his cultivation was almost as high as that of their elders, which really made him feel a little embarrassed. The four disciples behind him could not help but nod repeatedly.
"no!"
Uncle Ji took a step back and became more and more angry. He slapped his thigh fiercely and said, "Those two guys can escape, but they can't escape the temple. I can't teach them a lesson. I'll go and teach Xiao Jiu a lesson!"
"Master, this is not good."
"What's wrong with that?" Uncle Ji turned around and glared at his apprentice stubbornly, "What's wrong with me, the elder, teaching the younger one a lesson?"
The disciple waved his hands helplessly, "Senior Brother Lin Jiu's disciples are all so powerful. He may be even more powerful after so many years. We may not be able to defeat him."
Little Russell is now a master of earth, so how high is the cultivation level of his master Lin Jiu
It’s terrifying when you think about it.
"hiss!"
Uncle Ji took a deep breath, but he was unwilling to give up because of his reputation. He rolled his eyes and said, "I also heard that Xiaojiu has two stupid disciples. As elders, it's not too much for us to show some concern for them, right?"
apprentice:(.???.)
"Hey, hurry up, hurry up, I can't wait any longer."
"Dear Wencai Qiusheng, here I come!!"
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"Have you told your master?"
"I told you." Russell fiddled with the paper figurine in his hand and looked at Simu with curiosity. "He is an elder after all. He can't be so stingy, right?"
Simu smiled without saying anything and looked at the treasures densely packed in his arms. Wow, there were seven or eight magical instruments and a pile of talismans.
Oh my goodness, I almost tricked Uncle Ji into giving me his underwear.
Anyone who changes their situation will get angry and make a big fuss.
According to Simu's understanding of Uncle Ji, he is most likely "caring and concerned" about his two poor nephews.
Poor Qiu Sheng and Wencai, they were just sitting at home when disaster struck. Simu prayed silently for the two of them, and within two seconds, he turned around and started to divide the spoils with little Russell.
Those two guys are very naughty. I don’t know how many people want to embark on the path of cultivation but have no way. It is a great fortune to be exposed to cultivation, but they don’t cherish it.
well!
Simu glanced at Russell secretly. If it weren't for this little brat, his senior brother Lin Jiu would have been so angry.
It would have been hard for him to bear the consequences if he had only one, but two more came. These two guys, Wencai and Qiu Sheng, made his senior brother Lin Jiu lose face in front of his fellow practitioners of Maoshan.
Almost everyone in Maoshan knew that Lin Jiu had two stupid disciples. Simu couldn't help laughing in his heart. I wonder what their expressions would be when they saw Russell
It must be extremely exciting.
When Simu thought of that scene, he felt inexplicably comfortable. Could this be what his junior nephew often said about pretending to be cool and then getting slapped in the face
Just as he was daydreaming, Russell suddenly stopped, frowned, and said, "No!"
"What's wrong?"
Simu also stopped and looked at Russell who was startled. He looked around but didn't see anything unusual.
Russell stood there with a changing expression, and cursed angrily, "Fuck, the world is treacherous!"
As he spoke, he moved extremely quickly, spread his thunderous wings, and flew directly towards the Jiang family's old house, leaving Four Eyes staring blankly in place.
Russell flew faster and faster, feeling particularly unhappy because just now he thought of someone.
Chen Laogou, who was following them, was quickly separated from the other two when the Millennium Zombie King suddenly attacked.
It doesn't matter if we break up. After all, we just met by chance and there is no need to worry about each other.
But Russell remembered what Uncle Ji said, "The Jiang family has been making wax for generations, for hundreds of years."
There was no evil aura hovering over the Jiang family. Master Jiang was the reincarnation of the Second Master. In the hall, the densely packed wax corpses had smiles of relief on their faces.
This doesn't look like a vicious house at all.
Russell thought about what Chen Laogou said. The evil magic he seized was hidden in the coffin, but it had only been sleeping for more than ten years.
There was anger in his eyes. This Chen Laogou had used them as guns without leaving any trace!
For Taoists, exorcising demons is a righteous instinct. Chen Laogou recognized them as Maoshan Taoists at a glance.
Perhaps he had already planned it when he first saw the group of wax corpses, to directly and unnoticeably establish the Jiang family as an evil family.
I really underestimated him. How could a man who has lived for 500 years be so simple