I'm Trying My Best to Add Some Cultivators in the World of Ninth Uncle

I tried my best to cultivate immortals in the world of Uncle Nine!I'm really not petite

Introduction:

Introduction:

"People are divided into good people and bad people, and corpses are divided into zombies." Jiu Shu said earnestly,

"Learn the curse now, you are still young, you will be able to learn it in five or six years."

Russell nodded, thinking about the dark blue in his heart, and urinated a yellow rune on the ground, blinked his eyes, and looked at the ninth uncle,

"Is that so?" Jiu Shu:? ? ? ! !

Chapter 1 I, Russell, am not a sand sculpture

"Little bastard, come down quickly, it's time to eat!"

Uncle Jiu raised his head helplessly, looking at the roof, a black and white fluffy little panda raised his head, his face was confused, his feet couldn't help slipping, and he just rolled down like that.

Uncle Jiu had a sharp eye and a quick hand, and a monkey came to fish for the moon, and caught the naive panda with his arm.

The little panda rubbed its eyes with its paws, with an innocent face, and blinked its two small eyes.

As if everything just now had nothing to do with him.

"Hmph, I'm lazy on it again, let me ask you, did you draw today's talisman?"

The little panda licked his paw, pretending to be innocent, as if he really couldn't understand a word.

Uncle Jiu's face darkened, and he bent his left index finger, making a gesture to flick the little panda's head.

The little panda immediately hugged its head with its paws, and yelled loudly, "Help, Lin Jiu abused the national treasure, heaven, earth, and Master Maoshan, all of you have a look!"

This made Uncle Jiu very angry, "You are the only one who returns the national treasure. I have seen a lot of you. I think when your four-eyed uncle practiced martial arts, he went to find iron-eating beasts to practice fists and feet. In the end, your four-eyed uncle Master uncle was beaten into a pig's head."

"I do not care."

The little panda turned its head, "It's the iron-eating beast that can fight, so it's none of my business, besides, master, don't you think I'm cute?"

The little panda grinned, showing a cute and naive smile. You know, he is a national treasure that everyone loves flowers and sees them blooming!

Uncle Jiu chuckled, you, a beast that can fight tigers in the jungle, are you acting cute in front of me?

Is it true that I didn't fight an iron eater when I was young?

Back then, when the iron-eating beast slapped its eyes all over its head, it was their brothers who went back together to take revenge.

That battle was really dark, if their master hadn't noticed something was wrong and rushed to the rescue, the few of them would have confessed where they were.

Play cute in front of me!

Uncle Jiu made a move with his left hand, put his finger in his mouth and drooled a little, which was directly printed on the little panda's head.

The little panda burst instantly and turned into a paper shell.

"You are fooling!"

An exasperated voice came from inside, Uncle Jiu smiled, stretched out his hand, and pulled out a little kid from the pile of paper shells.

Seven or eight years old, with a very handsome appearance, wearing strange clothes, and the child's agile eyes, one can feel that the child is unusual at a glance.

"Do you still want to run?"

Uncle Jiu held the kid by the back collar, looked at his rolling eyes, and knew what bad idea he was planning.

He raised his sword eyebrows, "You can try it, if you fail, I won't save you next time you go shopping."

The little boy was terrified, and he quickly waved his hands, looking very honest.

Only then did Uncle Jiu nod his head in satisfaction. His little apprentice is talented and intelligent, and he is not afraid of anything.

The only thing is to be afraid of one.

Those women passing by on the street.

No way, who made his little apprentice look handsome!

At a young age, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, canine teeth, and big watery eyes, he is a handsome boy at first glance.

Every time he went to the street, the little guy would be surrounded by people who couldn't get his hands on it. Those who licked his face and pinched his face were nothing, and there were even a few curious ones who touched his penis.

This year, Uncle Jiu has rejected countless matchmakers, not for him, but for his little apprentice.

The euphemistic name is, the fingertips are marriage.

When I asked, there was no birth there yet!

There are so many good people, Uncle Jiu looked at the little apprentice in his hand, and couldn't help feeling worried.

He was so handsome when he was a child, but when he grows up, he can still get it. People can say that he is going to marry a wife after all.

But what if the female ghost becomes obsessed?

One is okay, but I am afraid that I will fall in love with a group.

"Worry about it!"

Uncle Jiu shook his head. He felt that he was still thinking too much. With this little bastard's character and talent, it would be him who bullied the female ghost, not the female ghost who bullied him.

"Master, little brother!"

A relatively short young man with a watermelon head came over with a bowl and put the bowl on the table beside him, "It's time to eat."

Uncle Jiu nodded, put the little apprentice in his hand aside, and sat on top of the table, Wen Cai sat on the side, Qiu Sheng took care of his aunt's shop, and did not come over.

Russell looked at the tall chair in front of him and couldn't help but roll his eyes. He put his hands on it and used all his strength to flip it up.

After a long time, he finally sat on the chair.

Seeing this scene, Uncle Jiu frowned. He is a young apprentice who is talented and intelligent, but this mother's womb has fallen into evil, and even if she is rescued, her physique is very poor.

Climbing a chair and becoming like this is simply too empty.

It shouldn't be so imaginary!

Uncle Jiu's eyes were sharp, and he glanced directly, and saw the corner of a small piece of paper looming in the arms of his little apprentice Luo Su.

As soon as he saw the corner of the small piece of paper, he knew what was going on in his heart.

"Practice less paper figurines, that's just heresy, the more you practice, the weaker your body will be, if you only practice skills but not improve your body, you won't live long!"

Even though Uncle Jiu said so, his eyes were still a little happy. Russell was his young apprentice. Because his physique and mind were not up to standard, he didn't teach him Taoism.

This little brat was carefree all day long, and he dug out a heresy book, Paper Doll Art from his room.

It was one of the trophies of Uncle Jiu's fighting against demons and defending the Tao. As a high-ranking disciple of Maoshan, he naturally looked down on heresy, and the paper figurine technique became a table-footing existence.

Russell found out from nowhere, Uncle Jiu didn't care at first, just see, how far a child can practice.

Unexpectedly, after only three days, Luo Su practiced the paper figurine technique to an extremely deep level, turning paper into form!

Attaching a layer of paper paste to himself, it directly turned into a small iron-eating beast. If it weren't for Uncle Jiu's own magic eyes, ordinary people really wouldn't be able to see it.

Self-study has reached this point, Uncle Jiu is full of joy, he can't help but think of Wencai and Qiusheng who have been studying with him for so many years, compared with his little apprentice Russell, they are simply stones in the latrine.

Smelly and hard!

"Maoshan has successors!"

Uncle Jiu touched Russell's small head with his hand, and Russell blinked, looking extraordinarily nimble and mischievous.

"Tomorrow I will teach you Taoism, practice the real Maoshan technique, don't practice these heretical ways anymore, after finally recovering, your body is weak again."

Uncle Jiu seemed to have thought of something, and teased, "The body is so weak, it will be difficult to find a wife in the future, is it possible, do you still want someone to give it to you?"

"Yes you can!"

Russell said in a childlike voice, stretched out her chubby hand and took out a few little paper figurines from her bosom, and flung them out.

"Come out, my paper wives!"

"Haruno Sakura!"

"Kasugano Dome!"

"Nami!"

"Misaka Mikoto!"

Seeing four beauties suddenly appear in front of him, Wen Cai spit out the food he just ate in one gulp.

Russell said proudly, "Master, don't be afraid, you can make anything without a wife."

Uncle Jiu's face darkened, and he stretched out his hand to grab Russell's little ear.

"What kind of dignity! Do anything wrong!"

Your master and I don't have a wife, but your kid has four!

Chapter 2 Sleeping naked isn't my fault it's hot

"It's dry, be careful with candles!"

Renjia Town at night was relatively peaceful. The watchman, Old Chen, was walking down the dark alley, beating the gong in his hand as usual.

The night wind howled, and the weather was still a bit cold in the early spring.

Lao Chen took a sip of the wine in the gourd, and the slightly spicy feeling spread from his mouth, removing the severe cold in his body.

"Alcohol is a good thing, woman, hum!"

Old Chen pinned a wine gourd to his waist. As a poor jingle-sounding watchman, his family naturally couldn't afford a wife, so wine became his only reliance.

Holding the gong, he continued to walk along the dark path without any fear in his heart.

I have walked a lot at night, and I have long been used to it. When I meet bad people, I don’t bother to snatch him, and I can’t touch five copper coins.

As for what is unclean?

Old Chen chuckled, it's better to have a beautiful female ghost, anyway, he has a cheap life, and it's not bad to be cool for a while before he dies.

His thoughts drifted farther and farther, the money saved this month is almost enough, how about going to Yihong Courtyard to relax.