My talent is resurrection

Chapter 312
Layman Wutong jumped into the small world in the mirror and asked Chen Jiu to discuss things.

Chen Jiu was still comprehending the art of boxing. Seeing Layman Wutong coming here, he was puzzled and asked, "Why, you also want to practice two punches?"

Layman Wutong waved his hand, "Of course I don't practice boxing, I need you if I need something."

Chen Jiu put away the fist in his heart, and asked again: "What's the matter?"

Layman Wutong stood up straight, with a straight face and said: "Do you know that Ma Wu has an appointment with the little Taoist heavenly official."

Chen Jiu shook his head, "I don't know."

Then Chen Jiu frowned again and said, "It's none of my business, they didn't hit me."

After Chen Jiu finished speaking, Layman Wutong's eyes lit up immediately, "Yes, yes, I will hit you."

The corner of Chen Jiu's eyes twitched, "Synthesized me into a sandbag?"

Layman Wutong hurriedly waved his hand again, "That's not what it meant. Ma Wu's appointment with the Taoist celestial official this time, although it was a fight between two people, but the relationship between the academy and Taoism was used in the appointment..."

Layman Wutong pondered for a while, rubbed his hands together, and smiled flatteringly at Chen Jiu: "You have two relationships in the academy and Taoism at the same time, so I want you to fight with both of them, so that no matter whether you win or lose, the academy and Taoism are justified .”

Chen Jiu crossed his arms and thought about it carefully. He seemed to have no problem, so he nodded and said, "As long as I don't just get beaten."

Layman Wutong smiled all over his face, as long as Chen Jiu agreed to this matter, he suddenly asked again: "By the way, you are a guard in the academy, and you don't have a position in Taoism, right?"

Chen Jiu shook his head, "It seems to be nothing."

Layman Wutong was relieved, with a bright smile, and was about to say more.

Chen Jiu suddenly spoke again.

"It seems to be a little celestial master, right?"

Layman Wutong's smile froze on his face, and compared the guard of the school palace with the little Taoist celestial master, he still felt that the Taoist little celestial master was more powerful.

From this point of view, even if Chen Jiu played in the battle, as a little Taoist celestial master, no matter whether he won or lost, he would be more inclined to Taoism.

Layman Wutong was in a dilemma again, sighed lowly, and said to Chen Jiu: "I'll discuss it with my husband, and then I'll come back and talk to you in detail."

Chen Jiu nodded, "It's okay to fight."

Layman Wutong smiled bitterly, it would be fine if it was just fighting, but unfortunately it is not.

He jumped up and stepped out of the small world.

Chen Jiu looked at it and shook his head. Sure enough, everyone has troubles. His trouble now is how to get through this boxing method.

It is said to be boxing, but the more Chen Jiu practiced, the more he felt that something was wrong. This whole road was not just for boxing, and Chen Jiu's feeling became stronger as he went on.

So he is a little confused now, and he doesn't know how to continue practicing. According to the monk, he must have encountered a bottleneck.

The spirit in the mirror was sitting on the side, playing with sand, not looking at Chen Jiu, wondering why Chen Jiu didn't practice boxing anymore.

Chen Jiu withdrew his fist, walked slowly to the spirit in the mirror, sat down, and said with a smile.

"You can change into my appearance, tell me what flaws I have?"

The spirit in the mirror piled up the sand, and said without even thinking about it: "Sometimes speaking is too direct and impolite."

Chen Jiu was taken aback, waved his hands and said, "It's not this defect, it's from martial arts."

The spirit in the mirror spread his hands, "Then how do I know, I can't beat you."

Chen Jiu nodded, thinking that this was also the case.

The spirit in the mirror suddenly said again: "However, I have come into contact with so many Tianjiao, it seems that the more powerful they are, the more straightforward they are. For example, last time, the little girl with the high ponytail did not say a word, but immediately slashed with her sword."

Chen Jiu nodded and agreed, "It's a little too much."

The spirit in the mirror took a look at Chen Jiu, changed the shape of the sand in his hand, and said: "You are not bad, you are much better than those Tianjiao who are so stupid, at least you will talk to me a little more words."

Chen Jiu grinned. He had always been kind to others with this temperament. Over the years, he went around and experienced many things, and his temper changed a little, but he still did not forget his heart.

The spirit in the mirror suddenly said: "If you don't want to practice boxing anymore, just train your mind."

Chen Jiu asked suspiciously: "How to say?"

The spirit in the mirror pointed to the full moon mirror on the height of Xiaotiandi, and said, "Look at that."

Chen Jiu heard the words and looked.

The originally smooth full moon mirror suddenly flashed at this moment, and turned into an extremely irregular rhombic mirror, stacked on top of each other, and turned into different Chen Jiu in different periods.

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Smoke is everywhere.

Chen Jiu opened his eyes and looked at the soldiers fighting around with a dazed expression on his face.

This is the beginning.

He looked around, and the soldiers around him were shouting and fighting, and the knocking of swords kept ringing, and there were two monks fighting in the center of the troops on both sides.

Chen Jiu was still watching.

Broken sound.

He hurriedly turned his head, and a flying arrow was shot sharply, piercing through Chen Jiu's chest in an instant, bringing up blood.

Chen Jiu's eyes darkened and he staggered to the ground.

When he got up again, he was already on a bed, and the aged and dark old man was sitting beside him. When he saw Chen Jiu getting up, his face paused, and he stood up with a wooden stick and said.

"With such a serious injury, I didn't expect you to still be alive. The food is here. If you are hungry, eat some."

After the old man finished speaking, he got up and left.

Chen Jiu took a look at the food. In fact, it was just rice porridge and wild vegetables, but he was really hungry. He finished the rice porridge in two mouthfuls.

The wound on the chest shot by the flying arrow has healed, which should be the effect of the resurrection talent.

Chen Jiu got up slowly, and kept looking around the house as he walked outside.

Very small and empty.

In addition to the bed, there is a stool and a table, other than that, there is really no furniture that can be put on the table.

The dark and thin old man was sitting outside the door, constantly smoking low-quality dry tobacco, looking at the empty street with deep-set eyes, as if looking for something.

Seeing that Chen Jiu had come out, the old man knocked Hanyan on the ground and said with a smile: "If you don't mind, just stay here for a few days. There is still war outside. If you go out alone as a soldier, you will definitely not be safe."

Chen Jiu didn't refuse, but said to the old man: "Smoking is harmful to health."

The old man was startled, then he laughed, choked on the saliva again, coughed a few times, and then smiled at Chen Jiu.

"I have already half-stepped into the coffin, so I am afraid that my health will be unhealthy?"

The old man took a deep breath of dry tobacco again, and said indifferently: "Death is a blessing."

Chen Jiu also stopped talking, and instead stood beside the old man, his eyes narrowed, and he also looked outside the door.

The old man finished smoking the dry tobacco, and still reluctantly took a puff, as if he wanted to chew all the tobacco leaves inside and eat it.

After doing all this, the old man got up and muttered, "It's a crime."

The old man said to Chen Jiu again, "Just wait for me at home."

Before Chen Jiu could reply, the old man had already gone to the courtyard, his thin body carried a basket of heavy black charcoal, and his body was bent.

When the old man walked to the door, he bent his body as if about to be crushed by black charcoal, and knocked on the extinguished dry tobacco.

Another sharp breath.

(End of this chapter)