dead child, ghost carrying coffin

It may be that Hua Jiunan's explanation is too profound, of course, it is more likely that Mr. Chen poured too much Mengpo soup, in short, this guy simply didn't understand.

"Boss, boss, what is the relationship between the two things you mentioned..."

Hua Jiu had no choice but to continue to explain patiently.

"Big plan, if two parties are ready to fight, but their strengths are extremely unbalanced, what does the weaker party need most?"

If Hua Jiunan uses other examples, Chen may not understand.

But when it comes to marching and fighting, that's his old profession-an instinct engraved in his bones!

Therefore, he immediately replied without hesitation: "That's needless to say, it's time!"

"As long as we have enough time and work hard enough, we can close the gap little by little...Boss, I seem to know!"

"The ancestors gave us time, let us work hard, hurry up, and sooner or later, the group of silver in the sky will be too much to eat!!"

Hua Jiunan smiled and nodded again and again: "Yes, it's like this. One day for them, one year for us."

"So our growth rate is much higher than the so-called 'immortal'."

"For example, we have experienced more than 3000 years in the Battle of the Conferred Gods, but it has only been ten years in the sky."

"Ten years is not enough time for one of their large gatherings, and how many amazing and brilliant people have emerged on our ground."

"For example, the mysterious Guiguzi, your Mozi, Mohuang, Zhang Jiaozhang, and so on. The same is true for other schools of thought, not to mention generals like Bai Qi, Wei Qing, and Yue Wumu."

"When did you hear that these people became immortals?"

Having said that, Hua Jiunan suddenly stopped and opened his mouth to explain.

"When I say this, it doesn't mean that it's not good to be a fairy during this period of time, it's just that there is something hidden in it."

"It's not convenient to tell you now."

Hua Jiu couldn't explain everything in detail, and Chen nodded repeatedly when he heard it.

But suddenly, the scourge had a new question: "But...but boss, silver is not allowed to practice now. This is a feudal superstition, so how can we continue to catch up with the 'progress' in the sky?"

Hua Jiu was very relieved that his life-and-death acquaintance finally knew how to think.

Pat the evil on the shoulder to show encouragement: "Great plan, the purpose of the country to destroy feudal superstition is not to prevent qualified people from practicing, but to prevent bad people from using this as a cover to deceive our people."

"It's like cults everywhere in South Korea."

When mentioning South Korea, Hua Jiunan immediately thought of the elders of the Chang family, so his tone became cold.

Feeling Hua Jiunan's change, Xiao Wuxin immediately tugged on the corner of his clothes gently, her big pure eyes were full of concern.

At the same time, he said weakly: "Namo Amitabha, brother, why, why do you often kill so much?"

"Whoever angered my brother, please...please tell me, Xiaoseng, I am willing to persuade him with good words, and let him make an apology to my brother..."

Hua Jiunan doesn't want Wuxin to face the unbearable past again because he has become faceless.

So he hurriedly comforted the little guy while continuing to tell Chen Daji about the current practice situation.

"For real great practitioners, the higher ups are encouraging, supporting and maintaining them, such as Xun Yi and the Confucianists."

"Taking a step back, aren't you and I now all practitioners?"

"Oh oh oh, so it's like this..." After listening to Hua Jiunan's patient explanation, Chen finally understood a lot.

At the same time, he sincerely sighed: "Fuck, our ancestors are really awesome!"

"I can think of such a damaged mind...It's worse than me!!"

If other ancestors heard the posterity "praise" themselves so much, they would be considered good-tempered if they didn't immediately kill him with a lightning strike.

But Hua Jiunan knew that his ancestors couldn't.

Not only won't he, he must be enjoying the praise of the scourge.

While enjoying the drink, he muttered softly: "That must be!"

"Otherwise, why would I be a 'grandfather' and you are all 'grandchildren'?"

"Furthermore, our family has a big business. If there is no 'bad heart'... small tricks, it will be remembered by outsiders soon..."