My talent is resurrection

Chapter 483 Seven Eighty Years
Xian Ma didn't ask any useful words from Bai Qi's mouth. In fact, Bai Qi didn't even know who Chen Jiu was. In her impression, the strangest person she met was a black-robed leader when she was young. An old man with a face.

As soon as Xian Ma and Zhou Xian heard it, they knew that it was Chen Jiu, but there was no clue after that, because Bai Qi only said that the old man with armor was dead.

Xianma used his magical powers to calculate the truth and falsehood, and found that Bai Qi was not lying, so it must be the evil master who made the calculation.

Anyway, the clues that are rarely deduced are broken here.

In order to prevent Bai Qi from being calculated by the demon master, Xian Ma forcibly took a part of the long river of time, cutting off the time period of contact with Bai Qi just now.

It can't be said that there are no clues, at least if you know the news that Chen Jiu went to the ring, then you can go to the ring where Chen Jiu has the strongest breath, just to avoid the eyes and ears of the demon master.

Zhou Xian followed behind, her face full of worry, she was really frightened by Bai Qi's words just now that the armor-faced old man was dead, so she couldn't help but asked the North Korean horse.

"Mr. Xian, is there any news about Chen Jiu?"

Xianma shook his head helplessly, "The sorcerer has covered up too many secrets, and I really can't find them, so I can only take one step at a time."

Zhou Xian could only nod sadly, and then asked: "Could it be that Chen Jiu is no longer in Tianguang Prefecture?"

Xianma nodded, "It's very possible, but the Yaozu world is so big, there is really no way to find it. We can only find some opportunities in Tianguang Prefecture, where Chen Jiu has survived the longest."

"But I've been looking for it for almost ten years." Zhou Xian's tone became anxious, and he couldn't control his emotions.

Xianma nodded, "Yeah, it's been ten years, and there is no news yet. I suspect that the demon master used the luck of the demon clan to cover up Chen Jiu. His words also made me care..."

Xianma frowned, and then calculated: "Could it be because Chen Jiu is Zishu, Zishu's luck completely covered him, so Chen Jiu's original luck could not be used to calculate his position?" ?”

Zhou Xian hurriedly asked: "If this is the case, is there any hope of finding Chen Jiu?"

Xianma shook his head, "It's still difficult. Now that the situation in Gwangju is getting more and more chaotic, let's walk around first."

"En." Zhou Xian could only nod helplessly, with a disappointed expression.

The two went straight all the way, heading towards the current holy place of the human race, the Bone Taoist Temple.

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Chen Jiu was old now, and he couldn't practice boxing anymore. Every day, he and Ma Jiuwan sat on a small stool and played chess together.

"The horse goes to the sun." Ma Jiuwan said with a smile.

"Good chess." Chen Jiu nodded, then raised his hand to hold the chess, and made heavy moves, "Four pawns, I'll blow it up!"

Chen Jiu took away Ma Jiuwan's horse.

Ma Jiuwan suddenly smiled, dropped his hand suddenly, and said with a big laugh, "Five sons are on the front line, I won."

Chen Jiu frowned and looked at it, and finally had no choice but to nod and said, "It's a shame."

Ma Jiuwan clasped his fists and said with a smile, "Near victory."

The two guards guarding them at the side just didn't understand, and their expressions were blank. When it comes to playing chess, they also know both hands, and they have never seen such a game.

After the two finished playing chess, the grey-haired Chen Jiu got up, put his hands behind his back, and whispered to Ma Jiuwan, "I'm tired of playing."

Ma Jiuwan shook his head, "You are homesick."

"Hehe." Chen Jiu smiled lightly, and said again: "If you can't go back, you can't just think about it."

"That's the reason." Ma Jiuwan nodded, raised his eyebrows suddenly, and said, "Why don't you discuss it with the demon master and let you go back to Tianguangzhou to have a look?"

Chen Jiu shook his head, "What I got from it, I will pay back double in the future, I don't want to."

"Why is it so dark?" Ma Jiuwan sighed.

"Skills are not as good as people's, there is no way." Chen Jiu lowered his head, and the broken sword in his earlobe was shaking.

This was the only thing Tao Li left him.

Chen Jiu flicked the Canjian and recited silently.

"Brother, I should have another drink with you at the end."

It's a pity that I didn't drink it, it's a pity.

Maybe life is all kinds of regrets accumulated together.

But Chen Jiu already had enough regrets, and he didn't want to have any more.

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Tianguangzhou demon calendar 70 years.

It is the night of heavy snow.

Zhou Xian walked alone on the street of the Bone Taoist Temple, watching people come and go, the street was decorated with lights and colorful, and the hawkers kept shouting.

She was wearing a snow-white jacket and a cotton velvet hood, stepping on the snow, her eyes busy looking.

Even here, she expected to find Chen Jiu.

Unfortunately not.

She walked all the way and stopped in an alley with few people.

There was a woman in a golden robe squatting on a stone lion, biting a candied haws with her small lips.

The woman saw her too.

Four eyes facing each other.

The woman looked back, and continued to eat candied haws.

Zhou Xian stepped forward anxiously and asked, "Have you seen Chen Jiu?"

Zhao Shuo cast her a glance, "Why do you ask this?"

Zhou Xian lowered his head, grabbed the corners of his clothes with both hands, pursed his lips and said, "I've been looking for him for a long time, but there is no news."

Zhao Shuo took another bite of candied haws, his body that had not moved for a long time was already covered with frost and snow, and he replied flatly, "Who isn't?"

Zhou Xian suddenly raised his head and stared at Zhao Shuo, "You and Chen Jiu know each other, and you went to the border together. Do you have any news about Chen Jiu?"

Zhao Shuo spat out the candied haws core, stood up on the stone lion, looked down at Zhou Xian, and asked plainly, "Now do you know what to worry about?"

Zhao Shuo said again: "Where did you go when Chen Jiu was guarding the city, and there was no one like you. Now you come here to ask questions, what qualifications do you have?"

"You will take all the advantages." Zhao Shuo snorted coldly, and then said, "I will bring Chen Jiu back, so don't worry about it. You can go home and lie down."

After saying this, Zhao Shuo disappeared into the wind and snow.

Zhou Xian stood alone in the alley, tears streaming down her face, frost and snow piled up her body, and she sat crying on the snow.

Yes.

What right does she have to ask.

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80 years of demon calendar.

Today, Xianma took out all the luck related to Zhou Xian and Chen Jiu, and then wrapped Zhou Xian with the long river of time, and then confirmed the question.

"If you really don't want to go back to China, let me tell you in advance that I may not be able to protect you in the future, and this technique can only try to keep you safe."

Zhou Xian nodded firmly, "No reply!"

"Okay." Xianma used his supernatural powers to directly drag a long river of time around Zhou Xian, forming a barrier.

Xian Ma straightened his red clothes, and waved to Zhou Xian, "Little girl, if you can see Chen Jiu, please say hello to me and tell him to remember to revive Taoism, anyway, I'm not capable of it anymore."

After Xianma finished speaking, he rushed into the sky, climbed up to the sky, and spoke with the whole Tianguang Prefecture.

"Taoist Xianma, after Yao Tianchang, wants to kill a few more supreme saints."

At this moment, the entire sky in Tianguang Prefecture turned crimson, shining like an infinite glow.

Qi movement stirred and began to become chaotic.

(End of this chapter)