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

In the face of such evil methods that harm people and do not respect Maoshan's morality at all, Uncle Jiu has always been vicious.

At this moment, Russell heard another commotion, and only heard someone yelling from a distance, "Bold Zhang is here! Bold Zhang is here!"

There was a commotion in the crowd, and they stretched their necks to watch, wanting to join in the fun.

In the past, Zhang Bold was the target of people's attention because his wife was beautiful.

Now Zhang Bold is the target of attention, because he saw a ghost the night before, and he survived!

He survived the hell, wouldn't the people in the town be surprised?

Zhang Bold walked out from the crowd with an obviously bad look on his face, and it wasn't because of a ghost encounter the day before yesterday.

Hitting a ghost is a trivial matter, for a bold and heartless person like him, it doesn't matter at all.

But what happened yesterday made him uneasy.

He actually found a shoe from his wife's bed. The dropped shoe obviously didn't fit him.

Thinking of the ridicule from the stall owner, Zhang Bold became inexplicably irritated. He sat down next to Russell and yelled.

"Boss, have a bowl of tofu nao!"

Everyone swarmed around and asked about the ghost that night.

The three people who were with Zhang Bold were all taken away by the female ghost in the mirror, which was really scary.

Never peel an apple in front of the mirror in the middle of the night, the person in the mirror will smile at you!

"Ok?"

When Uncle Jiu heard what everyone said, he looked up at Zhang Boldly with great interest.

He saw many people who had run into ghosts and survived by luck.

Those people were all huddled at home, afraid to go out all day, or delirious, demented from fright.

This piece is so bold that it doesn't matter at all?

Uncle Jiu took a careful look, and raised his eyelids in surprise. This bold person turned out to be someone with a lot of luck. No wonder he is so fat, he is lucky to see it.

Ok?

Why is the black air rolling in, this is...

Uncle Jiu couldn't help but tighten the chopsticks in his hand, someone was going to murder him.

Weird, weird.

Russell bowed his head, didn't care at all, and continued to eat noodles there.

This side is so delicious!

On the other side, a certain boss surnamed Tan kept walking around the house, full of remorse.

When I was feeling comfortable yesterday, I was rushed back by that bold Zhang. Fortunately, I ran fast, otherwise I would have been smashed.

"I don't know if that Zhang Bold saw it, or else with his temperament, he would definitely come to my house to make trouble!"

That Zhang Bold has martial arts skills, and three or five people can't get in.

Boss Tan looked sad, but when he thought of his wife again, his lust suddenly became aroused. Among other things, his wife is so beautiful.

"Master, that girl likes you too, how about this?"

The housekeeper, who was on the sidelines, quietly approached Master Tan's ear, and stroked his neck with his hand.

"kill him?"

Master Tan was taken aback, and asked carefully, "Can you clean it up?"

If it is not handled cleanly, it will be a trouble, and it will be bad if it causes a commotion.

“Absolutely clean!”

The butler looked confident, "Don't worry, master, I heard that a Taoist priest came to the town, and he is a Taoist priest from Maoshan, with superb Taoism, as long as you spend a little money, you can be beautiful."

"Unknowingly, let that Zhang Bold disappear!"

Master Tan clapped his hands violently, and his big yellow teeth were happily exposed.

"Okay, okay, go quickly, go quickly and invite that Maoshan Taoist priest over."

"By the way, what's the surname of the priest?"

The butler hurried forward and whispered, "I heard the surname is Qian."

"Surnamed Qian?" Master Tan twitched his eyebrows and slapped his thigh fiercely, "What a name, what a name!"

At the same time, Qian Zhenren, who settled down in the inn, suddenly felt restless and his eyelids twitched.

He stood up in a panic and looked around to find out who the villain was trying to harm him.

Why do I always feel like disaster is imminent?

No, no, no, we must get some money to suppress it!

Haven't heard of it?

Cinnabar Suppresses Evil!Silver Suppresses Evil!

……

"Senior brother, long time no see."

Master Xu looked surprised and excitedly looked at Uncle Jiu in front of him. The two hadn't seen each other for many years since they left the mountain.

"Hahahaha!"

Uncle Jiu laughed, his face was full of joy, and behind him, Russell looked around curiously.

The two were reminiscing about the past, and when they were chatting, they talked about Russell.

"Brother, is this your apprentice?"

Xu Zhenren looked at the young Russell with curiosity on his face.

"Exactly!" Uncle Jiu coughed softly, "The talent is stupid, and it's been almost a year of cultivation, and I've only mastered the third heaven."

Talent stupid?Practice for a year?Earth division triple?

Xu Zhenren:? ? ?

I've been cultivating like hell for decades, and I'm only a teacher at the sixth and seventh heavens.

what!brother!I suspect you are here to show off!

Too much!

ps: 6200 words today.

Chapter 332 Guan Yu is on the road now

Uncle Jiu sat there with Zhenren Xu and kept talking about the past for so many years.

From the south to the north, from the east to the west, after all, we haven't seen each other for so many years, so there must be a lot to say.

It was the first time for Russell to see that men talked more than women, especially Uncle Jiu, who was nagging non-stop, and one man could speak for five women.

Gee tut.

Seeing that the two were chatting happily, Russell was idle and bored, so he started to stroll around the room.

This room is also very simple, mostly filled with Taoist scriptures and spells, but there are also some things that Russell was very surprised about.

Then draw!

It is said that Maoshan people have their own special hobbies, some like refining corpses, some like watching Fengshui, some like practicing medicine, some like refining medicine, and some like drinking.

No, now there is another one who likes to draw.

Russell took a closer look. He didn't like the mountains and rivers on the wall very much, but he liked the picture of beauties very much.

It's just that the clothes are a bit too much, without the excitement of smiling and vividly painting, which is eye-catching.

He still remembers "Lin Dao Chang Night Fighting Female Ghosts" painted with a smile.

That's a thrill!

That's called a gesture**!

Russell thought about it quietly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but start to tremble.

He thought of a serious question. The Taoist priest who smiled at the biochemical looked familiar at the time. If he changed his clothes, wouldn't it be himself?

I actually became the protagonist of Huang Fan? ? ?

"Gan!"

Russell scratched his head, and raised his middle finger at someone. This bastard, when the young master meets again, he must be thrown into the women's pile, and the women will torture him for three days and three nights.

Let him turn from a fighting chicken to a drowning chicken, and finally there are no chickens available!

Russell muttered softly, and continued to look at the paintings on the wall with little interest in his heart.

This sentence is simply too old-fashioned, there is no new idea at all, it is not a mountain, it is water or something, and it is not vivid at all.

He lowered his head abruptly, and found that there was still a blank sheet of paper on the table, his eyes rolled suddenly, and he had an idea.

Can he draw?

He will not.

Can he do calligraphy?

He will not.

But does it matter?

unimportant.

Russell is a Taoist priest, possessed by spiritual thoughts, which are much easier to use than hands, and he can do whatever he thinks in his mind.

With a slight upward movement of his fingers, the ink on the chopping board jumped out automatically, flying wantonly on the white paper according to his heart.

"Hey, I hope Uncle Xu's psychological endurance will be better when the time comes."