"Master, I feel a little pain."
“Hehehe!”
"Master, I can't breathe."
“Hehehe!”
"Master, I'm dead!"
“Hehehe!”
"Master, if you ignore me, I will really die!"
"well!"
Uncle Jiu sighed, looked at the talisman that was accidentally drawn crookedly on the table, and shook his head.
When he looked up, he saw Russell hanging from the beam, his little tongue sticking out, looking at him pitifully.
What was holding him was Uncle Jiu's belt, which was thin and long, and Russell couldn't break free no matter how hard he struggled.
Uncle Jiu held up his pants with his left hand, and calmly drew the talisman with his right hand, "Reflect on your behavior. You didn't get punished for three days, but you climbed up the roof and tore off the tiles. You are trying to trick your master, humph!"
"Master, I feel really uncomfortable. I have been hanging for half an hour."
Russell looked so pitiful that tears were almost coming out of his little eyes.
This made Uncle Jiu laugh in anger, "Your spirit is out of your body, not your body is hanging, what's wrong with you?"
"Thinking back then, your uncle Simu was hung up by your great master for a whole day, but nothing happened to him. He was still alive and kicking as usual."
Russell immediately perked up, blinked his eyes, and suddenly became full of energy, without any of the dying feeling just now.
"Master, Master, why is Uncle Simu hung up?"
"Little kid, why are you asking so many questions? Just reflect on your mistakes honestly." Uncle Jiu snorted and continued to draw his talismans. He wanted to finish drawing all the talisman papers he bought today, otherwise, all the talisman papers would become paper figures tomorrow.
Russell, that little bastard, was very quick at work and could fold the paper figures very quickly, so Uncle Jiu would often lose the talisman paper before he could even notice it.
Moreover, among the many paper figures he folded, he rarely used them and most of them were hoarded.
According to little Russell, if he encountered tens of thousands of ghosts one day, he could protect himself by making paper figures rain down from the sky.
Uncle Jiu couldn't help but feel a headache. What should he do if his apprentice is a little timid and afraid of things
"Master, just tell me. I'll learn from your words and won't make the same mistake as Uncle Simu in the future."
Russell was trying to please him. After living with him for a long time, he knew Uncle Jiu's habits and knew that he was easily influenced by his influence.
Uncle Jiu pondered for a moment and felt that his young apprentice was right. He wanted to use Simu’s dark history as a lesson for his apprentice.
"I remember when I was young, a tiger demon came and ran around Maoshan. I don't know if it was because he was young and ignorant, but he ran around the mountains and forests, roared like a tiger, occupied the mountains and became the king, and gathered a group of ghosts."
Becoming a monster and occupying the mountains around Maoshan
Russell couldn't hide the strangeness on his face. This little brain axe was so powerful!
He must be a powerful character.
Maybe it was a peerless monster who blocked the gate of Maoshan, beat up the Maoshan disciples, then beat up the Maoshan elders, and then beat up the Maoshan leader, which made the peerless masters of Maoshan furious!
The peerless master came out and fought with the tiger monster for three days and three nights. The tiger monster fled in panic, leaving behind a cruel remark, "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don't expect the tiger master to be young."
This triggered a thousand-year catastrophe for Maoshan.
Russell had imagined more than a thousand chapters of bloody plots in his mind, and even had thought about the harem of the tiger demon.
A vixen, used to warm the bed.
A rabbit spirit, used to touch the tail.
For a cat girl, I'd choose one with big breasts.
A horse spirit, I want the wild kind.
Two snake spirits, one pure, the other seductive, both with good figures.
It would be best to have another female ghost, if for no other reason than to collect the title of a Undead Knight.
"Later, the tiger demon was too arrogant and was slapped to death by your master."
Russell was stunned. "Shoot, shoot to death?"
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. This reversal came too quickly. He was just imagining that the tiger demon was the protagonist, so how come he was defeated the next moment
"Why not shoot him to death?" Uncle Jiu was a little surprised by Russell's reaction. "The little tiger demon dared to be so arrogant in front of Maoshan. Why do we keep him here? Are we keeping him to guard the house?"
"Speaking of this, I have to mention your master, the Taoist master of Mount Mao. Not to mention a tiger, even the bronze-armored corpse that is invulnerable to swords and spears cannot withstand his lightning and thunder fist. He can kill one by one."
Russell was still somewhat unwilling to accept the fact. That tiger demon was the protagonist in his mind. How could he fall down when the harem hadn't even started yet
"What happened next? Did the tiger demon come back to life and wreak havoc on Mount Mao?"
This made Uncle Jiu laugh. He didn't hold his pants firmly and they fell down. Russell subconsciously glanced at them and rolled his eyes in disgust.
It's an eyesore.
Uncle Jiu's face turned dark. He reached out with his left hand and lifted up his trousers. Looking at Russell who rolled his eyes, he was so angry that he could not speak.
It's all your fault, kid. If you hadn't been so naughty, would I have no belt to fasten my pants
He stretched out his right hand, and Russell's face was filled with horror.
"No, no, Master, please don't!"
“Boom!”
Uncle Jiu snapped his fingers, and Russell's eyes became tearful, with a big red bump on his white forehead.
"This is unscientific! I am a spirit, how can you still hit me?"
"What is science?"
Uncle Jiu tilted his head, as if he had heard of this thing from somewhere.
It seems to be a kind of food that grows long, sweet and soft on the mountain.
So what does it mean not to talk about science
Uncle Jiu became serious, "Nonsense, when did I ever steal your food? You must have eaten your science yourself!"
Russell was dumbfounded.
Is this what they call talking irrelevantly
"Oh, by the way, I forgot one thing. You interrupted me just now and almost made me forget it."
When Uncle Jiu saw Russell’s delicate little face, he couldn’t help but chuckle.
Russell immediately became alert. He used force on his neck and flapped his calves non-stop, but he was hanging in the air, so where could he get leverage
"Help, Grandmaster Uncle! Help! Maoshan's unfilial disciple Lin Fengjiao is bullying a child!"
Uncle Jiu snorted, "The founder of Maoshan is lazy and sleeping at this time, you can take it!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his right finger, dipped it in some ink, and turned it back and forth twice. The ink flashed with a hint of magic power.
Only in this way can you be contaminated by the spirit.
Uncle Jiu said gently, "Russell, bear with it, it will be over soon."
Sure enough, Uncle Jiu was an expert in drawing talismans. With just a few strokes, Russell's handsome little face had two more wisps of beard and a "king" character on his forehead.
Russell looked pitiful, his little eyes revealing despair.
Uncle Jiu looked at his masterpiece and nodded with satisfaction. His skills as a child had not regressed.
Looking at the pitiful Russell, he was about to put Russell down when he suddenly thought of something, "Russell, how do you know my name is Lin Fengjiao?"
"My uncle-master said that he called you Xiao Fengjiao."
"Hmm?" Uncle Jiu raised his eyebrows, "Have you met Master Uncle?"
"Master uncle is very nice. I asked him for a gift and he gave it to me."
Asking for a meeting gift from my uncle-master
Uncle Jiu silently hung Russell back up again, "Reflect on yourself! You have no respect for your elders!"
Russell was anxious, and stretched out his palm to the sky, "Master, I will never dare to do it again."
"Four?"
Uncle Jiu looked at the four fingers on Russell's palm with a smile on his face.
Russell immediately pulled his head back, feeling a little depressed.
"Hmph, let me teach you a lesson. Back then, your uncle Simu was just as naughty as you. He even dared to secretly drink your master's tiger whip wine. He was so bold."
Stealing tiger penis wine
Russell blinked his eyes. This uncle Simu was a bit fierce. When he was young, he practiced magic and beat the national treasure. Although he was beaten, he also secretly drank tiger whip wine.
Alas!
Such a strong taste.
My uncle is a ruthless man.