My talent is resurrection

Chapter 120 Zhao Shuo Proclaims Emperor
Jiaolong sank to the bottom of the Huai River, and blood gushed out everywhere, dyeing the Huai River into blood in an instant.

The old blind man and Xu Sheng looked at each other and fell from the sky, not knowing what to do.

The suzerain ran away, but they didn't dare to run away.

Ma Jiuwan, who was a half-step celestial being, was standing there, not to mention that the man in green shirt had obtained a magic weapon that could kill a celestial being.

Where did they dare to run, they might be hammered to death by Ma Jiuwan with one hand as soon as they left.

Fortunately, Chen Jiu didn't seem to care about their thoughts, and ran to Zhao Shuo quickly, observed the woman's injuries, saw that Zhao Shuo hadn't moved, asked worriedly: "Are you there? Are you still alive?"

Zhao Shuo opened his eyes, turned him aside, and said weakly, "I'm not dead."

Chen Jiu felt relieved, and said to Zhao Shuo, "Let's go back and heal your wounds first."

Last time Zhao Shuo carried him on his back, this time he should take Zhao Shuo.

Zhao Shuo also nodded in agreement.

Chen Jiu rolled up his sleeves, bent down, hugged Zhao Shuoliu's waist with one hand, and then stood up straight, carrying the woman on his shoulders.

Zhao Shuo hung his head behind, frowned and said, "Can't you carry it?"

Chen Jiu explained: "I only have one hand, and it's not easy to memorize it. Besides, it's convenient."

He tentatively took two steps.

Zhao Shuo was so shaken that he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his head was dizzy.

Chen Jiu hurriedly put her down, and the two looked at each other.

Zhao Shuo raised his eyebrows, "Do you want my life?"

Chen Jiu laughed awkwardly.

In the end, he carried Zhao Shuo on his back, held Zhao Shuo down with one hand, and walked slowly back to the general's mansion.

The old blind man and Xu Sheng quietly breathed a sigh of relief as they watched them leave.

Although they are not afraid of death, they certainly do not want to die.

Life is a lifetime, it is better to live or to live.

Even though there are too many sufferings, death is a relief, but after death, there is indeed nothing left.

No thoughts, no worries.

But the world is also strange, and people's hearts are unpredictable.

Those who are afraid of death want to die, and those who are not afraid of death want to live.

It can only be said that things are impermanent.

The old blind man sighed, and Xu Sheng remained silent.

Ma Jiuwan looked at them and said with a smile: "Take my trick and let you go, how about it?"

Purple thunder burst out from the old blind man's body, and Xu Sheng's black fists poured out. The two stood on the edge of the Huai River, with their backs against the waves, and shouted at the same time.

"Come!"

Ma Jiuwan pointed to a line, "Okay."

His finger was like a ray of light, piercing Zi Lei in an instant, shattering his fist.

The old blind man and Xu Sheng were so weak that they flew upside down, bleeding out, and fell into the Huai River.

Ma Jiuwan didn't kill them, but was seriously injured.

Although he behaved perversely, he was indeed a wise man.

The old sword god and Chen Jiu didn't kill them, how could it be his turn to kill them?

Taking a step back, even if the old sword god and Chen Jiu disdain to kill, but if he kills Ma Jiuwan, if Chen Jiu thinks that he is a person who kills a lot, and is hated by Deng Xiaoer from Wuxian Mountain, then he can kill him. It's just that the two sides are not pleasing.

Not worth the loss, not worth the loss.

Ma Jiuwan turned around, tore open the void, and burrowed in, muttering, "I'm looking for my father."

The Huai River tide subsided gradually afterwards.

Xu Sheng, covered in blood, staggered out of the city with the old blind man whose chest was pierced on his back. He walked on the ancient road and asked the old blind man.

"Is it good or bad to raise dragons this time?"

The old blind man panted slightly, and said weakly: "If it succeeds, it will be good for Wuxian Mountain and bad for Nanyang."

Xu Sheng sighed, "It would be great if there was a way to get the best of both worlds."

The old blind man was silent for a moment, and said with emotion: "Yes, but most things in the world are often so embarrassing for people."

Between Wuxian Mountain and Nanyang, they will undoubtedly choose Wuxian Mountain.

Why?

Because Wuxian Mountain is their home.

Although quite quarrelsome, unsatisfactory.

But this really is home.

The old blind man misses the stone lions at the mountain gate on Wuxian Mountain.

I remember when I was young, I used to climb up and sit on it. Now that I think about it, I miss it very much.

The old blind man suddenly asked Xu Sheng, "Have you ever sat on the stone lion at the mountain gate?"

Xu Sheng wondered, "Where did the stone lions come from at the mountain gate?"

The old blind man was puzzled, "It's the two at the gate."

Xu Sheng was stunned for a moment, then grinned, "That's a blue-eyed square-eyed beast."

The old blind man was silent for a while, then muttered: "Fart, square-eyed beast, it doesn't sound as good as a stone lion."

Xu Sheng was speechless.

Forget it, what does he have to do with a blind man.

The two staggered and walked towards Wuxian Mountain.

There is still a long way to go, but the heart has arrived.

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The alleys in the city were wet and slippery due to the misty rain. Chen Jiu walked slowly with Zhao Shuo on his back.

Walking in the misty rain alley.

The two walked in the rain, peacefully and silently.

Zhao Shuo leaned on his shoulder, without the domineering look of the past, and leaned extremely quietly.

In fact, she has a lot to say and ask.

For example, who is the little girl Zhou Xian in the academy?
But she didn't ask.

No need to ask either.

The two wandered back to the General's Mansion in the slightly lonely rainy alley.

The old housekeeper panicked, and hurriedly called the maid, and asked her to carefully pick up Zhao Shuo and take him down to heal his wounds.

The old butler thanked Chen Jiu without asking any further questions.

There are some things that he, an old man, should not ask. It is enough to do his own duty.

Chen Jiu sat on the balcony again, staring at Nanyang in the misty rain, dazed.

He prevented a disaster for the people of Nanyang, not by reason.

No one reasoned with him.

Just talking about fists.

Chen Jiu slowly raised his head and looked at the sky.

The world likes to talk about fists.

Okay, then he will talk about fists with the world first.

Call it again.

What nonsense, if it doesn't make sense, I won't talk about it.

Ma Jiuwan pierced through the void and ran to his side, "Father, I'm coming."

Chen Jiu glanced at him, "What do you want to do?"

Ma Jiuwan said honestly: "Lick the dog."

Chen Jiu turned to look at him, nodded and said: "Yes, there is a future."

Ma Jiuwan giggled and said, "I think it's okay too."

The two sat on the balcony, and neither of them spoke first.

When it was dusk and evening, Chen Jiu got up slowly, looked at the misty rain, looked far away, reached out and tapped the void in front of him lightly.

The shock of martial arts in the distance seemed to reverberate.

Ma Jiuwan exclaimed from the side, "What amazing martial arts, ah, I'm dead."

Chen Jiu smiled, "It's not very powerful now, but it will be the most powerful in the future."

On the day when the martial arts co-lords, he wants all the monks in the world to listen to his reasoning.

Ma Jiuwan nodded seriously, "Yes."

Chen Jiu's martial arts is the only one he has ever seen in his life.

It may also be unprecedented in the entire Tianguang state.

Perhaps in the future, there will be a terrifying scene where all the martial arts in one state are in one person.

Ma Jiuwan didn't dare to think about it.

He was afraid that the more he thought about it, the sadder he would become.

Sure enough, cultivating the Tao still depends on talent.

I have worked hard for hundreds of years, and I might be beaten to death by Chen Jiu in the future.

Alas, I feel sad just thinking about it.

Ma Jiuwan lay back on the balcony, unwilling to think about these things.

Big dream for thousands of years, today's event, today's event, future event, who knows?

After today, Chen Jiu began to look for boxing books. There were several books in the library in Nanyang Capital City. Chen Jiu took them all out and practiced boxing against them.

Among them, boxing is not difficult, and Chen Jiu quickly mastered it and got the essentials.

It's just that this boxing technique is really not strong, and one of the boxing techniques is a bit interesting. It is said that using fists to communicate with spirits can communicate with the spirits of plants and trees, the spirits of heaven and earth, etc.

This boxing method has a good idea, but it has no actual teaching, only a big and empty idea.

Chen Jiu followed this boxing method and practiced boxing every day, but he didn't understand it, but he did understand some boxing meaning.

This is the only benefit a book of boxing can do to him.

Chen Jiu and Ma Jiuwan stayed in the city for another half a month. When Zhao Shuo recovered from his injury, Chen Jiu packed up his bags and prepared to continue his journey.

Ma Jiuwan insisted on traveling with Chen Jiu, and always followed behind his ass, looking determined.

Zhao Shuo was dressed in a golden robe and did not hold her back. On the second day after Chen Jiu left, the woman walked up to the broken palace in Nanyang. Surrounded by all the officials, she became the empress and changed Nanyang to Nanzhao.

On the first day of his ascension to the throne, before all the officials, Zhao Shuo put on a white fox mask carved by himself.

She wanted to give this mask to Chen Jiu, but after thinking about it, she decided to forget it.

Zhao Shuo admitted that he had some feelings for Chen Jiu, and there was nothing embarrassing about it.

But she, Zhao Shuo, would never show favor to others, she would make herself very good, so that Chen Jiu would like her in turn.

This is what Zhao Shuo will do.

When the sky was clear and the earth was bright, when the breeze was howling, Zhao Shuo stood at the top of the city, her hair and robe fluttered with the wind, and her golden eyes looked into the distance.

There is the direction where Chen Jiu left, and it is the north.

Next, she will take the cavalry to the north.

She wants to let Chen Jiu step on her land in the future.

(End of this chapter)