My talent is resurrection

Chapter 126 Tears, shot out
It must have been silent for a long time.

Zhang Bushou's expression fluctuated, and he turned to look at Chen Jiu in confusion, and asked, "Chen Daoyou, why didn't you agree?"

Pointing at the gourd, Chen Jiu asked, "You gourd, do you call people's names and suck them in and turn them into pus?"

Zhang Bushou was stunned, and said with a flattering smile: "How could that be, where did Fellow Daoist Chen hear the words, don't be fooled by someone with a heart."

Chen Jiu looked at the gourd and nodded slightly, "That's good."

He looked at Zhang Bushou, smiled slightly, and called out softly.

"Zhang Bushou."

Zhang Bushou was startled, with a stiff expression.

Chen Jiu smiled and asked, "Why didn't you agree?"

Zhang Bushou was silent for a while, and said with a wry smile: "You Daoist Chen wants to be the new owner of this treasure, how can I agree?"

Behind Chen Jiu, the heads of hundreds of ghosts exploded in an instant, and a rain of blood poured down. Wu Yun twisted and condensed into a golden flying sword, hanging beside Chen Jiu, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Zhang Bushou.

Chen Jiuchao Zhang Bushou smiled and asked: "Do you think my sword can kill you?"

Zhang Bushou's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he hurriedly explained, "Chen Daoyou, listen to me, this magic weapon really wants to do this, I didn't harm you..."

The martial arts are surging, and the flying sword is fleeting.

The tip of the sword hovered over Zhang Bushou's head, causing thick blood to overflow from his forehead.

Zhang Bushou didn't dare to move at all, but just looked at Chen Jiu, and still insisted: "Chen Daoyou, if you don't believe me and insist on killing me, then Zhang has nothing to say."

Chen Jiu didn't answer, stretched out his hand and pulled the gourd to his side, turned it over and looked at it twice, then ignored it, dragged it with martial arts and hovered aside, looked at Zhang Bushou and asked a question he cared about. already problem.

"Who is the person with the highest state in the world?"

Zhang Bushou was stunned for a moment, thinking about it carefully, because he was afraid of the martial arts flying sword above his head, so he didn't dare to make any mistakes, and answered everything he knew.

"Thousands of years of history in the world, there have been eleven No. 200 in the world. I can't remember the one with a long history. The one who has a history of nearly a thousand years is a martial artist monk from the Tang Dynasty in China, known as Tang Qiyu, a martial arts master, known as Yiquan A holy monk, it is said that in his old age, when he became a master of martial arts, a golden elixir formed in his chest, and his longevity was restored, and he lived for another two hundred years, and at the same time occupied the first place in the world for [-] years!"

"In the past hundred years, he was a sword fairy in the East China Sea. He was wandering in the East Sea in a willow-leaf boat. His cultivation should be a golden elixir god, and he had a great reputation, but no one had seen his flying sword. The reason was simple, because he had seen it before. are all dead."

"There has been no news of this Eastern Sea Sword Immortal for decades. Some people speculate that he passed away in the Eastern Sea, so there are still different opinions on who is number one in the world."

"It's worth mentioning that there is a musketeer in the Western Regions now. The magic weapon of his life is extremely powerful. It is said that it is a magic weapon of an ancient fairy. .”

Zhang Bushou spoke these words eloquently, not flustered at all.

Chen Jiu nodded slightly, and the Wu Yun flying sword collapsed, making Zhang Bushou heave a sigh of relief.

Chen Jiu stepped on the martial arts, walked slowly to the top of the city, looked at Zhang Bushou and said, "Help me spread a message."

Zhang Bushou immediately cupped his fists and bowed, "I will definitely not disgrace my life."

Zhang Bushou is not stupid, he knows that if he wants to survive at this time, he has to express his opinion quickly, without hesitation, let alone asking.

He can't ask, he can only do what he is told.

Chen Jiu nodded slightly, "Just tell others that Chen Jiu is here."

Zhang Bushou nodded, "I'll do it now."

Chen Jiu stretched out his hand to stop him, "By the way, one more thing, number one in the world, add it first."

So it became "No. [-] in the world, Chen Jiu is here."

Zhang Bushou didn't dare to ask a single word, so he went to do it immediately.

Standing at the top of the city, Chen Jiu let go of his desire to kill this chapter.

If Zhang Bushou's work is done well in the future and he has no other intentions, Chen Jiu can spare his life.

If Zhang Bushou wanted to seek death, it would be very simple, just punch him.

Chen Jiu did understand one thing now.

The world is not black and white. Good people may do bad things, and bad people sometimes do good things.

So, it doesn’t really matter if you are a good person or not. If you don’t do good deeds, don’t do bad deeds. It’s fine to be ordinary.

But Chen Jiu is destined to be a good person.

Ever since he talked to Lao Cao and Xiao Ping'er, he has been a good person, and he will be a good person for the rest of his life.

I don't know if this is sad or not.

Chen Jiu turned around and looked at the dazzling sun.

The head of the city is high, and there is a strong wind blowing continuously, which makes the clothes of the green shirts rattle and dance continuously.

Chen Jiu sat down slowly, facing the big sun, thinking of his own Taoist temple for no reason, it seems that he is old and always homesick.

But I don't know if it counts as homesickness.

After all, he couldn't go back to his hometown in his dream, and it might be rare to go back in his dream in the future.

Time never stays behind.

Chen Jiu sighed to the big day, "Twenty is a little bit, thirty is coming."

Before he knew it, he had grown up too.

Time has not informed him.

Maybe the paper airplane that I tried my best to chase when I was a child is the fleeting time that I can't hold in the future.

------

Ma Jiuwan stared blankly at the tall green king in front of him, and asked incredulously towards the human-shaped skeleton beside him.

"Is this what you said about the green shirt with one arm and high boxing skills?"

Brooke nodded, "Yes, this one-armed bastard in green shirt is from the East China Sea. He is known as the tortoise. He is proficient in boxing. He has punched all over the surrounding area for several miles with one hand, and finally broke his fist when he confronted a praying mantis. Arm, from then on, seal the fist and close the mountain."

Wang Bajing glanced at the two of them, and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Brooke pointed at Ma Jiuwan, "He has something to do with you."

Ma Jiuwan quickly waved his hand, "It's okay, it's okay."

The tortoise's body shook, and the green shirt wrapped around it fell off, revealing thick and strong tendons, and shouted angrily, "You two dare to tease this old man!"

Ma Jiuwan shook his head, "How dare, how dare, I heard the name of the turtle, and I came to pay tribute to you as a magic weapon."

The tortoise frowned, "Show me."

Ma Jiuwan used his weak mana to pull out a talisman from the storage bag, but he didn't take it out directly. Instead, he touched his chest, stretched out his hand from the chest, and handed the talisman to the turtle.

The tortoise took the talisman and said proudly: "I was born in the East China Sea where there are many outstanding people. I can bend and stretch along the way. I can endure all hardships and all kinds of tiredness. I will bear the pain and humiliation. In the end, they all respect me. One sound..."

The tortoise paused, with a complacent expression, and said proudly.

"Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!"

Talisman flashes.

"Boom"

There was a loud noise, and the tortoise fell to the ground, bloody and bloody.

Ma Jiuwan nodded in agreement and said, "It's really tolerable, since it hurts so much, I still don't say a word."

Ma Jiuwan took a closer look, and retorted: "It turns out he's dead, then it's all right."

Brook stood where he was, his pupils were dark and he couldn't see clearly.

This tortoise is an old acquaintance with it. The two have met many times in the past hundred years. Every time the tortoise meets it, it will take off a small rib of it and pick it back and forth around the teeth. Some of the residue was put back into Brook's body, saying that it helped Brook's bones to be sharpened.

Brooke was so emotional the whole time, so when he drank the turtle broth next, he couldn't help but burst into tears!
Ma Jiuwan took two sips of the turtle broth, and it was indeed beneficial. He recovered some mana, looked at Brook with a frown, and asked in doubt.

"You're drinking while you're streaming, what's the effect?"

Brook drank the turtle broth and said sadly: "My tears are shed."

Ma Jiuwan frowned, "Fuck you, where is your lacrimal gland growing on your bone?"

(End of this chapter)