Simulated Cultivation of Immortals: Pushing the heavens from the world of Uncle Nine

Chapter 10 The Worried Ninth Uncle

"Then when they reach a certain level of cultivation, won't they be able to suck blood as much as they want?"

Qiusheng's mind turned faster than Wencai's, and he followed what the master said.

"That's it. When a zombie reaches a certain level, it will generally not suck the blood of ordinary people, because sucking blood will not bring him any cultivation, and it will also risk being chased by the heavenly masters!"

Uncle Jiu nodded, and explained that if there are powerful zombies, there will naturally be corresponding monks, otherwise the world would have belonged to zombies long ago!

"Ah? Then what state can you achieve so that you won't suck blood?"

Qiusheng then asked.

"It's not that he doesn't know how to suck blood, but that he doesn't know how to suck the blood of ordinary people in order to improve his cultivation. If he has a violent temperament, he will still suck the blood of ordinary people." Uncle Jiu first corrected his apprentice's words, and then said: "The state of zombies is divided into purple stiffness, black and white stiffness, jumping stiffness, and body stiffness. When they reach the level of body stiffness, that is, after they have a hundred years of practice, they will not suck the blood of mortals, because the blood of mortals is useless to them. They will only drink the blood of practitioners."

"Ah? Then aren't we dangerous?!"

Wen Cai had been listening and not speaking, but now he was frightened and asked quickly after hearing this.

Literary talent learned Taoism because he was an orphan, and he studied with his master since he was a child, but because he was ignorant and incompetent, his cultivation base was too low, and now he heard that he would be sucked into cultivation, so scared that he almost cried, hating himself for why I couldn't cultivate well since I was a child.

"Look at how cowardly you are, don't you have to be afraid if you follow Master to practice well?!"

Qiu Sheng is not afraid of the so-called zombies, he has full confidence in his martial arts, and his cultivation is much better than that of Wen Cai.

"That's right, the blood of a cultivator is a great tonic for zombies, so people with your cultivation level are most likely to be attacked by zombies."

Uncle Jiu was frightened when he saw Wen Cai, and finally hated himself for not practicing well, so he added fuel to the fire, trying to arouse the two of them to practice hard.

"Ah? Then how much cultivation can we achieve so that we are not afraid of zombies!"

Wencai asked, already crying loudly.

"Zombies have realms, and we monks naturally have realms. From low to high, they are disciples, mages, and archmages. Now you are equivalent to beginners, and you can't even be called a real disciple. To deal with the most ordinary Of course it’s okay for the Zombies, but if you’re dealing with more advanced ones..." Uncle Jiu said here, shaking his head, to be precise, anyone who is not afraid of zombies can be killed by Zombies.

"Ah? What is your cultivation level, master? And what is the cultivation level of that old man?"

Qiu Sheng asked curiously, he didn't think that a mere zombie that had been buried for 20 years could beat his master.

"I am currently a sorcerer. The old master Ren was buried below for 20 years, and his Taoism is 20 years. Even if he sucked the blood of Master Ren and Tingting, it will not exceed 30 years at most. It’s just black and white. If you have practiced for more than 50 years, you will become jumping stiff, which corresponds to the realm of a mage, so it’s very easy for a master to deal with him.”

Uncle Jiu looked at the old man. In fact, he was only in his early forties at this time. Although his hair seemed to be gray, it was only because his hair was graying quickly, and at the age of 40, he could have the cultivation base of a mage. , which also represents the rapidity of his cultivation.

In fact, the same is true. The Maoshan School does not include the previous generation, only the generation of Uncle Jiu, and he is one of the best.The only thing that can't be compared is Shi Jian, the senior brother, whose cultivation base is unfathomable. The younger generation is famous all over the world for his Ben Leiquan. He has become a great master at the age of 50. This kind of talent is better than Uncle Nine. Much more terrifying!
Uncle Jiu is the one with the highest cultivation level besides his senior brother. Although he is only at the mage level now, his cultivation level is not far from the archmage level!
"Oh, then don't be afraid!"

Wen Cai changed his previous panic when he heard the words, heaved a sigh of relief, and said in his heart.

He has always been like this, if his life is stable, then he will be able to spend the rest of his life with his master.

"What are you talking about?! Master, I will go to heaven one day when I grow old. At that time, you two will be a great supplement to zombies and ghosts. If you don't practice hard now, I will see what you two should do when the time comes!"

Uncle Jiu was furious at the words, picked up the rattan cane and slapped Wen Cai hard, while the other Qiu Sheng secretly laughed when he saw this, but fortunately he didn't say it.

"Ah~ah... Master, stop beating me! From now on, I will definitely practice hard! I will live up to your expectations!"

Uncle Jiu has played a cruel hand this time. He said so much earlier to let these two apprentices practice spells well, especially literary talent. My aunt's rouge shop is really not good, but I can also be a small boss and start a business.

And if the literary talent is not up to the mark, I am afraid that the rest of my life will be lonely for the rest of my life!

"Well, you two have to fight hard for me! As a teacher, I don't want to see you two die tragically in the underworld!"

Uncle Jiu nodded, very satisfied with Wen Cai's acknowledgment, and then said, what he didn't say in the second half of the sentence is that if there is no accident, he will live a very long life, such as his current cultivation level , It is not a problem to live easily for a hundred years.

And the reason why he didn't say it was because he was afraid that the two apprentices would not cultivate well after hearing about it, thinking that they could be surrounded by him for the rest of their lives, so they dawdled around every day.

It's his fault. He loved the literary talent too much when he was a child. Every time the literary talent was lazy and admitted his mistakes, he was reluctant to punish him, which is why he developed such a personality!However, in today's troubled times, all kinds of monsters and ghosts emerge in endlessly, even the rarest zombies came out this time, and once they came out, they were just two, which made him a little flustered. what to do.

That's why there was this scene just now. What he said was not alarmist, but the truth.

"Ah? Master? Is there really an underworld?!"

Qiu Sheng, who was watching the play at the side, looked at Master with wide eyes when he heard Master mentioning the underworld. They had been practicing at home all along.At most, I go out with the master to ward off evil spirits and watch Fengshui. It is rare to even catch demons and ghosts, and I have never even seen zombies, let alone hear the master mention the underworld.

And Wen Cai, who kept touching his buttocks, also stopped, looking at Master curiously.

"Well! After death, the soul will return to the underworld for reincarnation, and if it stays in the human world for too long, it will become a lonely ghost, no matter how difficult it is to reincarnate, and if it contains resentment, it will turn into a ghost for revenge."

Uncle Jiu nodded, and it was time to let them know some truths about this world.

"Hiss!! There really is an underworld, so are all those sinister things real?!"

Qiu Sheng took a breath in surprise when he heard the words. Although he had always guessed that there might be a hell, he didn't expect that there really was a hell!

(End of this chapter)