My talent is resurrection

Chapter 144

Chen Jiu was a half-step Nascent Soul, and since the First World War in China, he has been invincible in the world.

Ma Jiuwan invited him to kill those worldly sects together, Chen Jiu refused, and asked Ma Jiuwan briefly about the realm in the Bone Gym, and then exchanged greetings with the old Taoist in the pot and Brooke for a while, the four had a long-lost meal Had a meal.

While chatting with Chen Jiu, the old Taoist in the pot suddenly sounded suspicious, and asked Chen Jiu: "Already a half-step Nascent Soul?"

Chen Jiu nodded lightly, then sighed: "It's a pity that we can't break through the bottleneck of Jindan and become a Nascent Soul."

The old Taoist in the pot rolled his eyes, this is speaking human words, what is it that it is a pity that the bottleneck of the golden elixir cannot be broken, you must know that this Bone Gym suppresses the realm extremely, for thousands of years, only seven and a half steps have been made Nascent Soul, but there has never been a monk who can achieve Nascent Soul and forcefully break out of the Bone Gym.

Chen Jiu is now the eighth half-step Nascent Soul in the history of the Bone Gym, and he is also the only body repairer, which shows how talented he is!
For this reason, the old Taoist in the pot looked serious, and said to Chen Jiu in a deep voice: "Do you know that you are the old eighth in this Bone Gym!"

Chen Jiu almost choked on a sip of wine, and after a while, he cursed at the old Taoist in the pot: "Fuck you."

The old Taoist was scolded inexplicably, his eyes were confused, and he was a little at a loss. He explained to Chen Jiu: "You are indeed the eighth half-step Nascent Soul in this Bone Gym."

Chen Jiu gave him a white look, "Then don't call me Lao Ba, that's not a good word in my hometown."

The old Taoist in the pot muttered, "The poor Taoist doesn't know."

Chen Jiu waved his hand, "Okay, I don't blame you."

Brooke was drinking on the sidelines, drinking a glass and leaking a glass.

Ma Jiuwan frowned, kicked his skeleton, and said, "Are you drinking? Take a sip and take a sip."

Brooke glanced at him, was silent for a while, and explained: "I'm so happy, I want to drink."

Chen Jiu sat aside, smiled lightly, took a sip of the wine, looked at the three of them for a while, and suddenly realized that he seemed to be the oldest.

Ma Jiuwan followed the path of a pure monk, and his lifespan was extremely high, so he didn't look old at all.

As for the veteran in the pot and Brook, they have always been like this and have never changed.

In contrast, my own physical cultivation with the highest level looks like the oldest one.

Chen Jiu suddenly burst out laughing. His physical fitness and lifespan were short, so how could he compare himself to them?

After this meal, Chen Jiu left alone. Ma Jiuwan asked him where he was going, and Chen Jiu waved his hands from a distance and said with a smile.

"To see distant mountains and distant waters."

Ma Jiuwan stood there, silent for a long time.

Where are the distant mountains and distant waters?
Nature is far away.

For the next few decades, Ma Jiuwan never heard from Chen Jiu again, and the man in green shirt who once horrified the world seemed to have disappeared in an instant, and his traces had disappeared.

And Ma Jiuwan, as the monk who was the bottleneck of the golden core, also gained a great reputation in the future, and established a sect with the old Taoist in the pot and Brooke, which can be regarded as the founding of the sect.

Chi Xiao didn't die either, he was rescued that day, and since then, he has been very secretive, searching the whole world for a way to break the Nascent Soul, and even went overseas to find the former person who was rumored to have died overseas. No. [-] in the world.

Qingxia stayed in the mountain wooden house built by Chen Jiu all the time, planted a few acres of farmland by herself, accompanied by mountains and rivers every day, and returned to her hometown to visit her father's grave during Qingming and New Year's Eve.

The residents of the small town at the foot of the mountain occasionally go up the mountain, and they are also very surprised. How did the former hunter in the mountain become such a pretty woman?
Some well-meaning people were worried about Qingxia's safety, and advised her not to live on this mountain as a woman, and it would be safer to build a house outside the town at the foot of the mountain.

Qingxia just shook her head and declined without saying anything.

There are also those who see Qingxia's pretty face and come to pursue her. They come to visit with some big fish and meat every day.

Qingxia kept the door closed on this, if the person directly put the fish outside the house, then Qingxia didn't bother, she just waited for the fish to rot there before throwing it away.

This method is the most chilling, the thin-skinned will recede naturally, and the thick-skinned will still come to the door every day.

Later Qingxia got annoyed, and said to a suitor who came three times a day: "The owner of this house is my husband-in-law. I am already a married woman. Don't bother me. Be careful when my husband-in-law comes back and kills you."

Everyone at the foot of the mountain was still very afraid of the hunter who could kill a tiger in the mountain. After the news spread, no one dared to come to Qingxia again.

It's just that fish and dragons are mixed in the town, and the news spread quickly. A bandit along the way heard that there was a beautiful woman living in the mountain. Many men proposed marriage but were rejected. They became interested immediately. They broke into the house at night and took a closer look. , she really is a pretty little lady, and she was overjoyed at the moment.

But I was happy and happy, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, this little lady was flying up in the air, with flames burning in her hands!

This group of robbers entered the mountain tonight, and never came out again.

Later, there were rumors that the woman in the mountain was a ghost, otherwise how dare she live alone in this mountain and still have nothing to do?
Such remarks are often made, but there are no dead people in the town, and no one cares whether the woman in the mountain is a ghost or not.

It's good for Qingxia to live alone on the mountain. After taking care of a few acres of farmland every day, she sits in the yard, embroiders some calligraphy and paintings, and when it's late, she cooks some food for herself, just enough for herself.

The younger brothers and younger sisters of the Zongmen would sometimes come to visit her and bring her some food, and Qingxia would keep it, and then chat with them enthusiastically for a long time.

After a long time, the younger brothers and younger sisters came less and less, until they never came again.

Sometimes Qingxia would sit on the old chair in the courtyard and look at the distance in the mountains, as if she could see her juniors and juniors walking towards her.

But often it was the lonely night that came first, urging her to go back to the house.

Qingxia hasn't practiced Taoism for a long time, and her cultivation base has also declined, let alone aging, so she took the money she had saved for most of her life, bought a coffin from the foot of the mountain, and put it in the house.

When she was 90 years old, sitting in the courtyard, her eyes shrunk due to old age, and she suddenly saw a figure in the distance, wearing a blue shirt, walking from afar.

Qingxia stood up with no effort to prop up the chair, tried her best to open her eyes, trying to see the person coming.

Seeing her, the figure in blue seemed to be a little surprised. After approaching, his expression was complicated, and he said, "I didn't expect you to be here."

Qingxia's wrinkled old face seldom smiled, and asked Chen Jiu: "Do you still recognize me?"

Chen Jiu nodded, "As you said that day, your name is Qingxia."

Qingxia bowed her head shyly and smiled, she was silent for a while, and said to Chen Jiu: "Time flies so fast."

Before Chen Jiu could speak, Qingxia asked again: "Are you here to look at this house?"

Chen Jiu nodded, "Come back and take a look, I didn't expect you to take care of it so well."

Qingxia smiled again, and then looked at Chen Jiu carefully.

Chen Jiu is also old now, showing signs of middle age, and his temples are a little gray. After all, his age is not considered young for Jindan physical cultivation.

The two stood in silence for a long time, and finally when Chen Jiu left, Qingxia stopped him suddenly, and asked softly, a little timidly.

"Will you still remember me in the future?"

Chen Jiu turned his head, remained silent for a while, and replied: "Yes."

Qingxia laughed happily, like a 16-year-old girl with a bright heart.

Qingxia smiled, tears suddenly wet her cheeks, and she murmured softly.

"I won't like you next time."

Qingxia has been looking for Chen Jiu's figure all her life, and has missed many scenery along the way.

Then the sunset came.

Qingxia is not there.

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Chen Jiu traveled all over the world when he was a hundred years old, read many books, learned many principles, and saw a lot of the warmth and coldness of the world.

When he returned to Bei Cangming, he didn't leave. He bought a house in a small town and truly integrated into the alleys of the city.

There are not many people in the small town, and everyone knows each other. When a resident suddenly came, he was naturally known quickly.

For a moment, everyone was very curious about this middle-aged man who suddenly moved into the small town. He looked gentle, had the air of a scholar, and was handsome, but he was a little old, otherwise someone would want to marry his daughter.

Chen Jiu had nothing to do every day, so he practiced boxing in the courtyard. He boxed very slowly, paying attention to nurturing boxing intentions and martial arts. Call it a day.

In the afternoon, Chen Jiu took the teacup he bought and sat in the teahouse, listening to the storyteller bragging.

However, although the storyteller's words are extremely exaggerated, what he said is true. Many stories can stand the test.

Some people say that this storyteller was originally a fairy on the mountain, but later he felt too tired to practice and went down to enjoy the blessings, but he turned out to be too ostentatious, and was abolished by another fairy.

Chen Jiu really likes to listen to his storytelling, to have fun, and often sits on the old man's chair in the teahouse and yells for him.

And what this fairy storyteller often talks about is the deeds of Chen Jiu, the number one monk in the world, and the blue-shirted guest. Full of anger.

"This blue-shirted man Chen Jiu is amazing. Back then, he fought ten golden pills in the East China Sea, a total of ten golden pills. You must know that a golden pill is equivalent to the king of the world, a super figure who can sit on the emperor's head and shit!"

"In the end, guess what, this green-clothed man, Chen Jiu, killed one of the Golden Core Immortals with one punch, and the remaining nine still refused to accept it, right? He immediately killed one with another punch. Seeing that they were not afraid, he punched another two in a row. , killed four of them, almost half of the ten golden pills disappeared in an instant, and the few remaining people ran away in fright."

Chen Jiu sat down and applauded vigorously, "Okay, well said!"

The storyteller was thirsty, so he stopped to take a sip of water, rested for a while, and then spoke to everyone.

"However, a newcomer has risen in the world today, called Chi Xiao. Rumor has it that he is already dominating the middle land there, and he is clamoring for Chen Jiu."

A listener below asked curiously: "Then who is more powerful, Chi Xiao or Chen Jiu?"

Mr. Storyteller looked at him, and said loudly: "Good question, one of the reasons why this Chi Xiao can dominate the Middle Earth is that one of the reasons is that his cultivation base is strong enough, and his cultivation base is equivalent to two golden elixir gods. So, I think Chen Jiu needs two punches to kill him!"

After Chen Jiu finished listening, the immediate applause became more enthusiastic, "Good!"

This is why Chen Jiu likes to listen to this storyteller.

Later, the storyteller died of old age, and Chen Jiu was about 150 years old. He was really old, with gray temples and loose skin.

It may be that the older he gets, the younger his heart is. Chen Jiu is much more optimistic now. He often goes out to play with the children in the small town and teaches them to fish and play chess.

Ma Jiuwan found his trace, and every year during the Chinese New Year, he would bring Mr. Huzhong and Brooke to him for dinner. The four of them had a New Year's Eve dinner together, which was very happy.

It's just that the neighbors don't understand why there are so many people's voices because the old man in blue next door lives alone, which really frightens them a lot.

Chen Jiu has lived in seclusion in this small town for more than sixty years, witnessed many births and deaths, and truly complied with the saying that death is like a lamp going out.

When he was old, Chen Jiu had already decided to move out of the small town, this time he would not go to the human world, and lived in seclusion in the mountains.

Thirty years later, Chen Jiu was old.

There was a sudden gathering of ghosts and gods in Middle Earth.

Chi Xiao stepped into the half-step Nascent Soul, and all the Jindan monks in Central Earth bowed their heads and bowed their heads.

Chen Jiu crossed a state, from Bei Cangming to Zhongtu, and killed Chi Xiao in front of all Jindan monks, leaving only one sentence before leaving.

"I said, I will kill you when you reach the half-step Nascent Soul."

All the Golden Core cultivators in the world were left in awe.

When Chen Jiu was more than two hundred years old, he was already extremely old, with sagging skin, white beard and hair, and many brown age spots on his face.

Ma Jiuwan and the others would often come to accompany him. Ma Jiuwan was still young and could not see the slightest sign of aging. Golden Core monks had a thousand years of lifespan. Now Ma Jiuwan was more than two hundred years old, and he was considered young among Golden Core monks.

But Chen Jiu, as a physical trainer, was already late.

He kind of misses his master and brother, Zhou Xian, the school next door, and the old inventor...

There are also many old friends who have appeared in the memories of old Chen Jiu one after another.

One day, Chen Jiu suddenly said to Ma Jiuwan: "I want to go back first, and see you later when I have time outside."

Ma Jiuwan nodded, "Take care of yourself."

Chen Jiu laughed suddenly: "Qingshan buried me."

Chen Jiu died at the age of 260, and Ma Jiuwan personally buried him in a high place in the mountains and rivers, with a gentle stream underneath.

Ma Jiuwan sat beside Chen Jiufen, smiling slightly.

Such a place with green mountains and green waters, my brother Chen must like it very much.

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In the Bone Gym, a bone was opened.

Chen Jiu got up from among the bones, opened his eyes, and saw the old man with a long nose mask sitting in the bone gym.

The old man spoke with a hoarse voice, and asked him: "Why don't you break the mirror and go straight to Yuanying, but die of old age inside?"

Chen Jiuzhong returned to his youth, touched his cheek curiously, and said with a smile: "Because we are old and dead."

He never wanted to go back to this Bone Gym.

As soon as the long-nosed old man raised his hand, he didn't bother to care about him. The Bone Gym never keeps anyone, so he waved Chen Jiu out.

Chen Jiu got out of the soil, and there was a small town at the foot of the mountain in front of him. Chen Jiu had been here before, and this town was very far away from the Bone Gym, and there were no other monks around.

According to Ma Jiuwan, the hundred years of the Bone Gym is just a short time outside.

From this point of view, I should have been thrown out at will, and everything in the Bone Gym, thinking about it now, is like a hazy dream, becoming more and more unclear.

Chen Jiu's realm has also returned to the sixth realm, but fortunately, his perception is still there. As long as he has enough fist and martial arts, it will not be a problem to break through the Yuanying realm all the way, so at most three years, Chen Jiu will be able to become a Nascent Soul.

Chen Jiu straightened his clothes and continued heading north.

Tens of miles behind him, there is a girl with a clear face, with long braids, reading a novel travel book in her hand, riding a bay red horse, staggering, and heading north.

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