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

Russell directed the paper figurine to take out a mirror from the house. At this time, it was already daylight, and the rooster had already started to crow.

Looking in the mirror, Qiu Sheng couldn't help screaming, "Ah, I have a nosebleed!"

"cough!"

Russell tugged at Qiu Sheng's clothes, "Men, what's wrong with bleeding a little bit, women don't die from bleeding every month."

Qiu Sheng was taken aback, "Do women bleed every month? Why?"

"My aunt stabbed it."

"This aunt is fierce. My aunt is very kind to me, but she is usually fierce."

As if remembering something, Qiu Sheng took a look at the house with a big hole in it, and couldn't help shrinking his neck.

When it was over, he looked at the store, but there was a big hole in the house behind him, and his aunt would definitely say something about him again.

"Don't care about those little things, just say that a small yellow croaker fell from the sky and smashed through your roof, isn't that called it!"

Luo Su took out a piece of small yellow croaker from nowhere, and threw it directly into Qiu Sheng's arms. He is now the second generation with more than ten tons of Huangshan Stone.

How do you say that?

Grandpa is not bad for money.

Uncle Jiu narrowed his eyes, his Yellow Mountain Stone has not been sold yet, where did Little Russell get the gold?

Think about what Russell said before, Simu used paper dolls before.

Ok.

There must be something strange about this matter, little Russell must have a private treasury!

where is it?

Uncle Jiu couldn't help daydreaming, what do children save so much money for, they will spend money indiscriminately and develop bad habits.

It's better to stay here with me, and when I grow up, save it to marry a wife.

While Uncle Jiu was thinking about how to find Russell's small coffers, Qiu Sheng was already smiling.

This is a little yellow croaker!

Except for his master's small coffers, he had never seen so much money, and it belonged to him.

To build a house is at most half a dollar, and he still has seventeen or eight dollars left!

Blood earned!

"Little brother, come here, hit me a few more times, I am happy today."

Qiu Sheng was very happy at this moment. To him, this little yellow croaker was no different from the one that fell from the sky.

Let me hit him? ? ?

Russell almost thought he heard it wrong, he had never heard such an unreasonable request in his life.

Since you have made such a sincere request, then I will mercifully satisfy you!

"I hit!"

Russell didn't fight normally, but used the rejuvenation boxing method, because he just discovered something.

Where Qiu Sheng was beaten just now, although the scar has healed, the skin is white and tender, as if it was newly born.

Only that one place is white and tender, and the rest are all withered and yellow, which is a bit of an eyesore no matter how you look at it?

"Clap clap clap!"

After dozens of punches, Qiu Sheng was dizzy all over, but Luo Su felt refreshed, in a refreshing way.

There is an old saying that you don't slap someone in the face, but for the first time he felt that slapping in the face is so comfortable!

After finishing the Rejuvenation Fist, Russell planned to take a look at his masterpiece. When he saw Qiu Sheng's white and tender face, he felt numb all over.

Who is this little boy?

Why do you look so delicate?

Is it because I have been single for a long time?

"Russell!" Uncle Jiu who was on the side was shocked, and he said meaningfully, "Your craft will definitely be popular in the future."

After a set of boxing techniques, Qiu Sheng directly turned into a handsome young man. If Uncle Jiu was not too familiar with Qiu Sheng, he would have thought that there was a new person or that Qiu Sheng had his head lowered, and his appearance changed drastically.

It is said that Nanyang's head lowering technique is very powerful. Not only can it change its appearance, but it is said that it can even change its gender.

Amazing!

"That is!"

Hearing Uncle Ninth's praise, Russell immediately became elated, and bragged directly to himself, "To be honest, I am the 99th generation successor of a miracle doctor."

With the rejuvenation talisman and the paper figurine, he can basically deal with any difficult and miscellaneous diseases, and he can be regarded as a famous doctor.

Coupled with the rejuvenation boxing technique, which woman would not be tempted after seeing it, and which woman would not like it?

Famous doctor + famous doctor = slightly famous famous doctor!

Famous doctor + woman's famous doctor = amazing miracle doctor!

Women + rejuvenation boxing = rich people who are about to rise!

Russell had just been proud for a while, when he suddenly thought of another thing, being a doctor has no future like being a Taoist priest.

He is not short of money now, what he lacks is energy points.

But the rejuvenation boxing method can't earn energy points, and it doesn't make sense to be a doctor, it's just a waste of mana.

I was prostituted by my senior brother, woo woo woo.

The night was about to pass, and the sky was gradually getting brighter, but Russell couldn't stop yawning, and even Uncle Nine was tired.

Russell had been lazy and slept on the bed for a while before, but Uncle Jiu lay on the grass in the middle of the night, his eyes staring like copper bells, and he never slept at all.

Although cultivators have good physical fitness and strong spirits, there are also many battles today.

During the day, he had just dealt with that evil old man, subdued dozens of ghosts, and rushed to Abao's village without stopping to have a good chat with the half-chatting ghosts.

Immediately afterwards, he calculated again, consuming a lot of mana and mental power.

Then, he rushed back to Renjia Town non-stop, searched for nightmares, and used copper coins to weave a five-emperor copper coin net, a magic weapon, to activate the brave.

Uncle Jiu was also very tired at this time, but fortunately everything has come to an end, and all the hard work has not been in vain.

Catching a nightmare is worth hundreds of ghosts.

Uncle Jiu held the jar with his left arm, and with his right hand, he took Russell back to Yizhuang. As for the chaotic scene they left behind, Qiu Sheng would handle it all.

Although he had done the work, Qiu Sheng was always humming a little song, feeling happy in his heart.

Because he made money!

What about a small yellow croaker!

Although it was just dawn, there were already pedestrians on the street, all of whom were farmers carrying hoes and preparing to go to the fields.

The day's plan is in the morning, so you have to do farm work as early as possible, otherwise, when the sun shines brightly at noon, who can stand it!

People outside were busy, but Yizhuang was exceptionally quiet. Wencai was still sleeping soundly inside, unaware that many wonderful things happened outside overnight.

Uncle Jiu didn't call the door. According to his past experience, even if his throat was dry, Wen Cai would never wake up.

Don't ask why, if you say too much, you will cry, and it is all experience.

He bent his finger, put it in his mouth and blew a whistle, and a strange sound came from the door immediately.

"Brother, brother!"

There was a flapping sound of wings, and the door bolt fell. With a creak, the gate of Yizhuang opened, and a big rooster stood there miraculously, with its head raised high.

"Xiao Hei, you did a good job!"

Uncle Jiu nodded in satisfaction. Raising a chicken is much more satisfying than raising an apprentice.

He hugged the sleeping little Russell and walked inside, leaving Xiao Hei dumbfounded. I can only open the door, not close it!

Ah.

Uncle Jiu settled Russell down, and instead of returning to his room, he went straight to the house dedicated to the patriarch.

In the middle of the house is the incense seat of the patriarch, and on the right is a row of jars, all of which are ghosts caught by Uncle Nine recently, and are used to wait for the bad luck and unify the salvation.

Only recently, Uncle Jiu discovered that there are fewer and fewer little ghosts nearby, unlike before when walking at night, he would encounter one.

It seems that someone is cleaning these things, but what about cleaning up wandering spirits and ghosts boringly?

Could it be a wandering Taoist priest passing by, but this is not worth much merit.

Uncle Jiu shook his head. Fewer ghosts are a good thing for him, which means that fewer people will suffer.

Forget it, don't think about it, there are still things to do now!

Uncle Jiu took three incense sticks from one place, lit them, and respectfully inserted them into the incense burner, "Maoshan disciple Lin Fengjiao invites Master Uncle to show himself."

The fragrance gradually faded, and a faint golden light floated out from the portrait, revealing a faint figure.

"What's the matter?"

"Uncle Master, what do you think this is?" Uncle Jiu took out something from his arms with a smile on his face.

"It turned out to be this little guy, why, instead of staying in the underworld, he went to the Yangjian?"

"Exactly, it seems that it ran out the day before yesterday, but was caught by disciples today."

Uncle Jiu said respectfully, the sleeping dream-eating tapir in his hand suddenly woke up because it heard a familiar voice.

"Yeah ah!"

The nightmare-eating tapir opened its mouth, looking at the golden figure as if to say something.

Master Uncle raised his hand slowly, and the five emperors copper coin net slowly spread out, and the nightmare-eating tapir floated directly towards him and landed on his arm.

"What are you running out for?"

The master uncle touched the dream-eating tapir and asked, "There are so many interesting places in the underworld, so many delicious nightmares, and there is nothing here, what are you doing in the underworld?"

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee."