"At such a young age, you are so shameless!"
Seeing Russell covered with talismans, the old yellow-skinned man was so angry that he gnashed his teeth. His face turned ugly. Although the kid in front of him was small, he probably didn't have much magic power.
You can use talismans, but it doesn't take much mana.
Especially those talismans flashing with golden light, the old yellow fox became more and more afraid. When he was young, he had seen the power of talismans and almost died on the spot. If he had not used the fart escape technique, he would have died long ago.
Looking at Russell's calm face, the old yellow-skinned man cupped his hands and imitated others, "Little boy, our mountains and rivers will never change, and we will have a lot of time to spend together in the future."
Although the words sounded nice, the old yellow-skinned man stared at Russell intently, as if he wanted to remember his appearance.
He waved his hand, and the little yellow-skinned foxes began to move, really moving closer to the old yellow-skinned fox and making way for the path.
Wencai saw that the road had been cleared, his face suddenly lit up with joy, he stretched out his arms, picked up Russell and was ready to leave.
Russell's face changed, and he subconsciously tried to break free from Wencai's hand, but it was too late. The talisman on his clothes shook and fell down.
The talisman floated in the wind and slowly fell to the ground. A dim light flashed, and all the ghostly patterns disappeared, turning into white paper.
Paper
The old yellow-skinned man couldn't help but blink his eyes, and was completely stunned.
“Run!”
Russell leaped forward and suddenly dived into Wencai's arms. Although Wencai didn't know what was going on, he was extremely obedient.
He hugged Russell tightly with his arms, kicked his legs, and ran away like a duck, as if there was a vicious dog chasing him.
In fact, it’s almost the same. These yellow-skinned guys who have practiced for many years are not much different from vicious dogs.
The old yellow-skinned man bent down and picked up the paper on the ground, his face full of disbelief. It was clearly a talisman, how could it turn into this
He turned his head and looked at the two torn pieces of paper that had fallen on the ground, and the old yellow-skinned man suddenly understood.
He was fooled by that kid just now!
That baby's body is covered in paper, it's not some damn talisman at all!
"Chase and kill them!"
The old yellow-skinned man was so angry that his mouth was about to be crooked. He had learned from humans and lived for more than a hundred years. He was not as smart as a demon and was smarter than Zhuge Kongming, but he was not so stupid that he could be played like a fool.
I'm so angry!
A dozen yellow-skinned little demons screamed, fell to the ground with their limbs, and quickly chased after Wencai and Russell who were fleeing.
The old yellow-skinned man became angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He simply turned into a yellow shadow and chased forward following the smell on the road.
They can't escape!
"Junior brother, it seems like we two are getting a little too excited this time."
Wencai heard the angry roars coming from behind and felt unwell immediately. He ran faster and faster. If he was caught by these guys, that would be disastrous!
He was panting and breathing heavily, "Junior Brother, if only those spells just now were real."
"Isn't this nonsense?" Russell rolled his eyes. Who would have talismans all over their body after sleeping
He is not that kind of Emperor Gaozu. The safety of this trip is 98%. Rounding it off, it is no different from seeking death.
The area around the magic weapon is covered with talismans, puppets are used to explore the way, and after counting with fingers, the safety rate is 99%. Hiss, there is still a possibility of death.
Just don’t go out.
"It's not my fault. I didn't find the talisman where the master hid his private money. Maybe he hasn't drawn it yet."
Russell muttered quietly, "Master is so lazy. He asks me to practice drawing talismans every day, but he never draws them himself. Humph!"
Hearing his junior fellow apprentice's mutterings in his ear, Wencai couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. Uncle Jiu often liked to draw talismans, but the more he drew, the fewer talismans he could draw.
Later, Uncle Jiu discovered that Russell stole his talismans to shoot birds. With just a little bit of magic power and a little accuracy, he could hit every bird accurately, and occasionally if he was lucky, he could even shoot a pheasant.
The barbecue tasted delicious.
Wencai couldn't help but licking his lips with his tongue. His junior fellow apprentice has always been full of ideas since he was young, and his skills in roasting birds and chickens are really good.
A foul smell blew towards them, instantly bringing Wencai back to reality. In front of them, he saw a little old man standing there hunched over, looking at them with a sinister smile on his face.
It’s that old yellow-skinned guy!
Wencai was so frightened that he was at a loss. How could the old yellow-skinned man run so fast that he actually ran ahead of them
The old yellow-skinned man grinned and said, "Young man, why don't you run away?"
"snort!"
Russell reached into his arms and took out a mirror with an eight-diagram spell on the back. This was Uncle Jiu's eight-diagram mirror.
Russell only read two sentences, and the surface of the Bagua mirror flashed. The old yellow-skinned man looked at it with disdain. He wanted to cheat again
A bright light flashed out and hit the old yellow-skinned man heavily. The light was as hot as the sun. The fur on the old yellow-skinned man's chest was burned clean in an instant, leaving a large black mark.
The air was still filled with the aroma of cooked meat.
"My little junior brother, your mirror is actually real." Wencai also thought the mirror was fake, but he didn't expect it to be real. "Master treasures this mirror, how come it is in your hands? Did you steal it?"
"nonsense!"
Russell pouted, "What belongs to the master is mine, and what belongs to me is mine. How can that be called stealing? That's called stealing while one has the opportunity!"
He raised the Bagua mirror in his hand, and the old yellow-skinned man opposite him retreated in fear. The Bagua mirror flashed several times and finally dimmed.
"oops!"
Russell screamed, "Oh no, oh no, I have no more magic power, the Bagua Mirror cannot be used!"
The old yellow-skinned man was overjoyed after hearing this, and couldn't help laughing out loud. The little brat was indeed a little brat.
He has no magic power left and is still shouting loudly. He is simply looking for death!
Before the old yellow-skinned man could make a move, Russell started to cry loudly, "Help, Master, help! Your good disciple is about to be beaten to death!"
"Scream, scream, no one can save you, you are dead now."
The old yellow-skinned man had a grim look in his eyes and his teeth were grinding. He was determined to make this little brat pay with blood!
He leaped up and pounced towards Wencai and Russell. Russell's eyes were full of mockery, without any panic.
The old yellow-skinned man's heart skipped a beat. What happened
In an instant, he understood.
"Bold monster!"
A roar came from a distance with an angry tone. Before the old yellow-skinned man could react, a ray of golden light pierced his body and fixed him on a tree nearby.
Looking closely, it turned out to be a peach wood sword!
The old yellow-skinned man stared with his eyes wide open, his eyes full of unwillingness.
Uncle Jiu rushed over from a distance with an angry face. With a wave of his hand, dozens of talismans accurately hit the little yellow foxes who were chasing him. The little yellow foxes fell to the ground wailing and couldn't get up.
"I usually let you go because it's not easy for you little demons to practice. But today you dare to bully my apprentice. Do you really think you are great immortals?"
Uncle Jiu reached out and patted Russell's little head. Seeing that he was not injured, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"Master, spare my life. I am a servant of the mountain god. Please spare my life."
Even though nailed to the tree by the peach wood sword, the old yellow fox still did not die, which shows how tenacious its vitality is.
Uncle Jiu ignored him, his right hand turned into a sword and he swung it. The peach wood sword glowed brightly, the old yellow-skinned man let out a wail and died instantly.
"Master, what should we do if the mountain god comes looking for us?"
Russell looked at Uncle Jiu, who was resolute and efficient, with curiosity and blinked his big eyes. Is this what they call "beating the younger to get the older one"? He didn't expect that there was someone behind the old yellow-skinned guy.
Uncle Jiu snorted and held Russell in his arms, "Mountain God? I respect him to give him face. If I don't respect him, what dare he say?"
Russell's face was full of surprise. When did Uncle Nine become so domineering
"Humph, I forgot to tell you that your junior uncle has recently become the City God of the underworld, and he is in charge of this area."
Russell suddenly realized that there was someone in our underworld.
“And your second great-uncle is also a judge in the underworld, your great-uncle is a god in heaven, and your great-uncle is even more amazing. How dare these mountain spirits and wild monsters bully the people of Maoshan? Humph!”
Maoshan, what big legs!
Russell couldn't help but want to put his hands on his hips and laugh out loud. They were all second-generation rich people or second-generation officials, but he was a second-generation Taoist. No, he was the eighteenth-generation Taoist.
He may not be awesome, but it’s enough that all his ancestors were awesome.
Long live the ancestor!
Please come to me, ancestor!
I really don't want to work hard at all.