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

Selling yourself as a slave is not allowed, so don’t sell yourself, sign a 50-year long-term job, and pay some wages every year.

The government can't control it.

If you say something you shouldn't say, see something you shouldn't see, do something you shouldn't do, and die in a random graveyard, it's a normal thing.

The so-called murder for life, in this era of war and chaos, as long as the people don't raise their heads and the officials don't punish them, they will be buried in the moonlight, and the dust will settle without a sound.

Although it is risky to be a slave, but at least there is something to eat, a place to rest, and something to look forward to in life.

To have food to eat, clothes to wear, places to sleep, and fields to farm are the dreams of their generation.

Sure enough, people are old and mature!

Seeing that the old man's affairs were well arranged, Uncle Jiu nodded in satisfaction, and walked directly to the coffin of Mrs. Li, stretched out his right hand and grabbed the man's neck directly, and twisted it!

"Crack!"

The voice was exceptionally loud, Russell couldn't help but shrink back when he heard it.

He remembered one thing, when Uncle Jiu disliked him for being mischievous, he pinched the back of his neck with his right hand and walked with him.

Never expected that Uncle Jiu's hands are really strong!

Seeing the twisting of the man's neck, Russell couldn't help touching his own neck, feeling the chill from behind.

Thank you master for not killing me!

Uncle Jiu was expressionless and continued to torment the man's neck, while the old man watched silently from the side without making a sound.

Li Chengqi slowly put down the teapot in his hand, his legs were limp, and he sat on the ground with a dull expression, shaking his head.

"Ugh!"

The old man sighed, although he had expected it in his heart, but at this point, after all, he felt a little uncomfortable!

This is my nephew, no matter how ineffective he is, he watched him grow up and called him uncle.

Uncle Jiu snorted, and with force in his hands, he directly removed the man's chin. A ball of yellow light flew out of the man's mouth and flew out of the hall.

"Hey! Waiting for you!"

With four eyes stretching out his hand quickly, Russell suddenly felt a chill on his buttocks. He looked down and saw that his pants had been ripped off.

"Ok!"

With four eyes and a wave of his hand, he directly covered the yellow light. With a wave of his hand, his pants were wrapped several times, tightly entangled with that thing, and the thing kept colliding, but he couldn't break free.

Russell clutched his bare buttocks, and looked around with resentment, no wonder this guy wanted to hug him just now.

He thought that his four eyes had changed his temper, knowing that he was short, he hugged him, so he could see clearly.

Never expected, such a malicious intention, hum!

Uncle Jiu came over, looked at the naked Russell and the little Russell, and couldn't help coughing dryly.

Junior brother is a bit too much!

Hahaha!

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Chapter 45 Let Monkey King Guard the Peach Garden, Great Wisdom

Seeing Uncle Jiu who was giggling, Russell felt even more aggrieved, his small mouth almost turned to the sky, and it was written all over his face that I was unhappy.

Uncle who doesn't talk about martial arts!A master who doesn't talk about martial arts!

snort!

Russell is angry!

"Go get a piece of clothing and put it on for this young boy."

The old man said to the servant on the side, the servant left in a hurry, he turned his head, stroked his beard, and joked.

"Young boy, the new Bainen, this juicy one, can you receive the girls' sachets?"

Russell covered little Russell with one hand, and his little butt with the other. Listening to the old man's ridicule, he rolled his eyes.

Young master, I'm handsome, you don't need to say that.

"Hahaha!"

Looking at Russell's resentful little eyes, everyone smiled at each other, and the previously depressive atmosphere eased a lot at this moment.

Not far away, Li Sanshui was still sitting there silent.

"Let me see, is it this stuff?"

With four eyes, he waved his hand, and slowly put the wrapped thing in his hand on the ground, and he could vaguely see something crawling inside.

He gently untied it, and what caught everyone's eyes was a yellow centipede.

Centipede?

The old man was extremely surprised, can the centipede fly? Just now he clearly saw this thing flying out, with a yellow light on his body.

Looking at this centipede with four eyes, he immediately burst out laughing.

"Sure enough, it's this thing. My old bald man next door raised one. It's a baby. I think this one is bigger than his one. Go back and annoy him!"

The old bald head is naturally the one who knocks on the wooden fish next to the four eyes and recites the Diamond Sutra every day. It's really annoying!

What made his eyes even more angry was that the old bald man had a lot of treasures on him, especially a centipede.

My own baby is terrible, and I am still vigilant about my four eyes, not letting him touch it.

totally unexpected!

Simu met a bigger and yellower one today.

When I got back, I stewed the old centipede and fed it to the chicken, and got angry with the old monk.

If he chooses not to chant scriptures in the morning, one of the four eyes may be in a good mood, and he may not be able to give the centipede to the old monk.

It's not easy to be a neighbor with a monk and sleep late in the morning!

The servant at the side came over, dressed Russell, and tied a bow tie carefully.

Everything was fine, except that the trousers looked a little pink and small, and Russell twisted them a little awkwardly.

The old man nodded in satisfaction, "It's just right with my granddaughter, it seems that my eyes haven't turned back."

granddaughter?

Russell looked embarrassed, no wonder he thought the pants were pink and small, they turned out to be women's pants.

He was forced to dress up as a woman today!

How can it be repaired!

Russell snorted, how could a man wear a woman's trousers, even a little girl's trousers.

No, no!

He just wanted to take it off, but after a second thought, he would have no pants to wear, and little Russell was exposed to the wind outside, which was a bit embarrassing.

Russell pretended not to hear the old man's words, and rolled his eyes, trying to change the subject, when he looked at the centipede on the ground, his eyes lit up.

"Master, master, what is this? It can fly!"

With a babyish voice, Russell himself felt a little ashamed.

Just wait, four eyes!

I am small-minded!

Uncle Jiu didn't notice the shame of the little apprentice Russell. In his opinion, what's wrong with a little doll wearing girl's clothes?

It's not that he didn't wear it when he was a child. Of course, he didn't do this, it was another woman.

Ever since he met the well-groomed, androgynous little Russell, Uncle Jiu would never let Russell become that woman's apprentice.

If things go on like this, who knows if Russell will become a lady in ten years?

"This is the flying centipede, a kind of alien species that likes to suck brains. It is born to restrain monsters and is often kept in captivity by people who practice Taoism."

Uncle Jiu looked carefully again, "This centipede is so big that it doesn't look like it was raised by ordinary people. It has a hint of Buddha nature, and nine out of ten it came from the hands of a monk.

The blood is quite deep, surrounded by grievances, it was this flying centipede that killed the man in front of him and sucked his blood. "

Li Chengqi's complexion turned pale instantly, Uncle Jiu said exactly what he said!

"Hey, I remembered." His four eyes clapped violently, "The old monk Yixiu once threw a centipede, but he was so angry that he didn't eat for several days."

"Oh, let me hit you." Looking at the flying centipede on the ground with four eyes, a lewd smile appeared on his face.

Bad pictures had already come to his mind.

Yixiu, if you don’t copy the Tao Te Ching 300 times, you don’t want to get this centipede back, don’t copy it?

I beat this centipede to make centipede soup!

The more he thought about the four eyes, the happier he was, the corners of his mouth almost went to the back, and he suddenly felt something strange in his calf.

When he lowered his head, his junior nephew Russell was poking his calf with his finger.

"Russell, what's the matter?"

"Uncle!" Luo Su pointed at the flying centipede in front of him with his small hand, "Do you know a man named Lu Xun?"

"Lu Xun?"

Simu thought for a while, then shook his head, "I haven't heard of it, so I guess it's not very famous."

"What about Zhou Shuren?"

Russell is still somewhat unwilling to ask the questioner.

"No."

Four Eyes reached out and touched Russell's head. Seeing his unwilling expression, he couldn't help being curious.

"You ask Lu Xun and Zhou Shuren what's the matter?"

Russell blinked, "They are the same person!"