I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Chapter 204 So Sour~~
"Roar!"

On the line of life and death, Huang Zang's survival instinct overwhelmed his lax intelligence. With a roar, he desperately overturned Qin Yao's heavy body, jumped up, and ran away in a hurry.

Qin Yao held the Gauss pistol in both hands, and kept pulling the trigger. The bullets with spirits turned into shock waves, and hit the back of the head hard. stand up.

"Whoosh..."

"boom!"

Uncle Jiu controlled the copper coin sword, and the sword flew in the air, hitting Huang Zang's back heart, knocking it down from mid-air, interrupting Huang Zang's jumping rhythm.

Qianhe, Yixiu, and Qiusheng rushed forward, brandishing their magic weapons, and continuously whipped at Huang Zang's body, sparks flew everywhere.

In the rear, Aunt Cane grabbed the red-faced and agitated little girl: "Why are you going?"

"I'm going to fight zombies." Qingqing said.

"With those men here, why are you going to join in the fun? What if I hurt you again?"

"I'm good at fighting, Aunt Cane." Qingqing raised her small fist, her face full of disbelief.

"Be honest!" Aunt Cane didn't care whether she was convinced or not. In her opinion, senior brothers and the others had already gained the upper hand, so there was no need to go up and add trouble.

"This zombie is too hard, I can't move it!" In the battlefield, Qiu Sheng, who forcibly cut off the magic sword, quickly retreated and shouted loudly.

Qin Yao put away the Gauss gun and quickly filled his seat. Huang Zong, who was slapped down with two slaps, was dizzy: "Master Yixiu, do you have poison?"

He remembered very clearly that in the movie, the huangzhu was invulnerable, and the two-meter-long giant sword with four eyes broke on the top of his head. In the end, he was poisoned for a while and the snake drank glutinous rice water, so he was released from the Blown up inside...

There is no need to question whether the plot of the movie is reasonable. After all, zombies have come out. It is not uncommon for Yixiu, an old Chinese doctor, to have a poison similar to corpse powder.

"Bring it, one bottle will corrode even stones. The key is how to feed zombies to drink it." Yixiu responded.

"I'll control him." Qin Yao said, lowered his body, and kicked Huang Zong's leg hard with a heavy sweeping leg, sweeping him to the ground.

"boom."

Afterwards, he jumped up, slammed heavily on Huang Zhuang's back, grabbed the opponent's messy hair, and forcibly pulled his head up.

Yixiu cooperated and came to the front of Huangjiang, took out a special wooden bottle from his bosom, uncorked the bottle and got ready.

"Hey!" Uncle Jiu held the copper coin sword and slapped Huang Zang's face with a volley.

Huang Zang roared angrily, opened his mouth wide, and took advantage of the opportunity to throw the whole bottle of poison into his mouth.

"Ho, ho..." In an instant, the zombie seemed to feel pain, and its body twitched desperately, screaming incessantly.

"Is there any more?" Qin Yao tried his best to suppress the thumping Huang Zang, and shouted at Yixiu.

Yixiu took out another paper bag from his body, looked at the right moment, and threw the whole paper bag into Huang Zang's mouth.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

After the paper bag came into contact with the zombie, it was like glutinous rice sprinkled on the zombie, exploding continuously in its mouth.

When Uncle Jiu saw this, his heart skipped a beat and he came to Huang Zang, took out a fire talisman, shook it lightly, and threw it into Huang Zang's mouth as soon as the fire talisman was burning.

With a bang, the Raging Fire Talisman exploded, and a stream of golden fire flowed from Huang Zong's mouth straight to his lungs, burning blazingly in his stomach.

Feeling the heat under his body and the weaker struggle of Huang Zhi, Qin Yao suddenly jumped up from his body, stood with Uncle Jiu and others, silently watching the strands of flames burning through the invulnerable zombie body, condensing into a zombie body. A humanoid fireball.

After a long time, the flames gradually extinguished, and the emperor ossified into dry bones. Uncle Jiu exhaled softly, and ordered: "Qiu Sheng, Qin Yao, bury these dry bones and the zombies that the villagers turned into."

"Yes, Master." Qiu Sheng replied.

"Little zombie, come and dig the soil." Qin Yao waved with a smile.

The little zombie shook his head repeatedly, stepped back step by step, and hid behind Aunt Cane and Qingqing.

Call him for battle, call him for work, no!
The next day.

Maoshan torture hall.

Standing in the lobby on the first floor, Shi Jian, dressed in a black and white Taoist robe, glanced coldly at the members of the Yizhuang family headed by Simu: "This morning, I received news that a zombie from the Manchu royal family broke out of the coffin and killed Hundreds of people... Simu, do you have anything to say about this?"

Simu stood at the forefront of the Yizhuang Department, and said in a deep voice: "The royal zombie has been eliminated."

"That's not what I'm asking, what I'm asking is, who will be responsible for the hundreds of people who died tragically?" Shi Jian asked coldly.

"The information you have received is inaccurate, listen to the information I have.

First of all, there were not hundreds of victims, all the victims added up to a total of [-] people.

Secondly, the royal zombie was dug out by the survivors of the Qing Dynasty, and was going to be transported to the capital and buried in the imperial mausoleum.

If you want to find someone to be responsible for this tragedy, go find those Manchu survivors with bad intentions, and how to deal with them is up to you. " Four Eyes responded.

Shi Jian: "..."

He was crazy to find trouble with the bereaved family of the Qing Dynasty!
"Don't shirk responsibility." Taking a breath silently, Shi Jian shouted, "Where is Qianhe?"

"I'm here." Qianhe walked out of the Yizhuang department.

"Your apprentice's ineffective guarding caused the royal zombies to break out of the coffin and tortured and killed more than a hundred innocent people. How should this account be settled?" Shi Jian asked.

Qianhe lowered his eyes and said: "The missions my four disciples took over, three died and one was seriously injured, isn't this punishment enough?"

"Of course it's not enough." Shi Jian said decisively: "Your apprentice's life is your life, but the lives of those villagers are not your life? Let alone three dead, even if they all die, it's not enough to wash away their sins."

"What does the elder mean?" Qianhe asked.

"Immediately abolish the cultivation level of your surviving disciple and expel him from the school. My Maoshan cannot have such an incompetent and sinful disciple." Shi Jian said: "Also, if the teaching is not strict, the teacher is lazy. You are responsible for that.”

"Elder Shi Jian, it's a bit too much."

Four eyes said coldly: "I am deeply sorry for the more than one hundred people who died, but the four Maoshan disciples are not entirely responsible for this kind of consequences, let alone Qianhe.

Why, am I, Maoshan, so cold-blooded?
The disciple under the sect escaped by chance, and his cultivation base will be abolished by the master?

The rabbit dies and the fox is sad, once this kind of judgment is settled as a fact, what do you make those ordinary disciples think? "

"The punishment hall is to make ordinary disciples feel afraid. If they don't even have fear, they will not pay attention to the punishment hall. You say that the rabbit dies and the fox is sad, but in my opinion it is to make an example. With this case, it can warn everyone. Disciples and disciples, when accepting tasks, do what you can," Shi Jian said.

"I don't agree." Four Eyes said firmly.

"It's useless if you don't agree, I'm the elder of the punishment hall."

"I ask the head to rule."

Shi Jian's breath stopped, and he said angrily: "As the saying goes, family ugliness should not be publicized. You insist on bringing the internal affairs of my torture hall to the head of the house. What is your intention?"

Four eyes sneered: "Family ugly? You are going to abolish your family's cultivation and plan to drive them out. What kind of family are you talking about?"

"It's unreasonable." Shi Jian said angrily, "Simu, if you keep defending your shortcomings like this, the punishment hall will lose its prestige, and you are destined to become a sinner."

"I don't want to quarrel with you. Since we have disagreements, please let the head judge it." Simu waved his hand and said.

Shi Jian: "..."

No one in Maoshan knew that the most outstanding ability of the head of the sect was to make peace with the mud.

Let him make a ruling... It must be to make the big things small, the small things are small, and it's best to have nothing to do.

"In my opinion, the consequences of this matter are indeed very serious, but the nature does not need to rise to the level of punishment, and the hearts of the majority of Maoshan disciples cannot be chilled." Not long after, the old master spoke earnestly to the crowd in Yuanfu Palace. Church members preach.

Shi Jian's eyes were fixed: "What do you think the head should do?"

"Qianhe, after your injured disciple heals up, let him go down the mountain. He will no longer be my disciple of Maoshan, but he will still be your disciple of Qianhe. Do you understand what I mean?" Said.

Qianhe knelt down on the ground, tears welling up in his eyes: "Thank you for your kindness!"

Shi Jian opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.

After all, it was something that had been expected long ago. With psychological expectations, it was not so uncomfortable.

"Get up."

The old head raised his arm falsely, then turned his head to look at Shi Jian: "As for lax teaching and laziness of the teacher, this statement cannot be regarded as the standard of punishment, otherwise it will be implicated. Do you have to admit your mistake, should I admit it?"

Shi Jian let out a foul breath, saluted and said, "Yes, Sect Leader."

The old master nodded slowly: "Go back, each perform his duties, and do his own work well."

Shi Jian was full of anger, he clenched his teeth, but couldn't even speak, he cupped his hands and walked out of the hall.

The old master watched his back and sighed slightly.

Pity……

If Shi Jian could have the disposition of that little bastard, he wouldn't be in a big class and still struggling in the position of head.

When I was young, I always longed for power and superiority, but when I got older, what I longed for was to watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, and watch the life of the clouds and clouds in the sky.

A wicker chair, a volume of books.

A paper fan and a pot of tea.

How wonderful!
The more the old master thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. He took out a bronze mirror from his hand, used his finger as a pen, and magic power as ink, and wrote Qin Yao's name on the mirror.

"Edict!"

The old head let out a soft scold, and pressed the word 'Qin Yao' with one hand, slowly pressing it into the mirror.

The characters entered the mirror, and the mirror surface glowed with golden light, and then rippled like water ripples, manifesting a picture...

In the picture, the sun is shining brightly. Qin Yao is lying on the rattan chair in the gazebo, with his eyes closed, breathing long and even snoring slightly.

On the stone bench beside him, there was a lovely girl with bright eyes and a paper fan in her hand, fanning him gently while looking down at the books on the stone table.

The feeling of quiet years is coming...

The old master stared fixedly at the scene, and his breathing gradually became short of breath.

Slowly clenched your fists.

"Master..." At this moment, Simu who had just left with the crowd suddenly turned back and stood outside the hall and shouted.

The old master took a deep breath, put the bronze mirror into his wide sleeve, and said, "Come in."

"Sect Leader, your complexion looks a bit dark, as if you are stagnant...Are you alright?" Simu strode into the palace, looked up, and felt a thump in his heart.

"Simu, do you have a feeling that today's juniors are far less hardworking and serious than in the past." The old head said.

Four eyes: "???"

Although he couldn't understand, he still followed the other party's words and said: "Probably the environment has changed, the righteous way has flourished, and the struggle has begun to turn from the bright side to the dark side. Many young people see peace in the world in their eyes, so they no longer regard practice as the ultimate goal." important things."

The old master nodded and said earnestly: "Born in sorrow and dying in peace, we don't care about others, and we don't want to care about them, but our younger generations can't let them degenerate."

Four eyes said: "I understand the head of the sect, and I will try my best to guide the disciples of the sect to pursue progress and live up to the time."

"Well said." The old head took out the bronze mirror that was still emitting a faint golden light from his cuff, and handed it to the four eyes: "Why don't we start with him."

The four eyes lowered their heads for a glance, and they immediately connected with the old head, feeling the same way.

His grandma's.

Lao Tzu is here to block Shi Jian for you, and take care of the work, but you have a beautiful woman by your side, taking a nap.

Why? !
"Master, I will go down the mountain to guide him now." Simu said with a look of anger.

The old head: "Guide well. By the way, you went and came back, why?"

"It's nothing serious, the main thing is to express my gratitude to the head in person." Four eyes exhaled a foul breath, and said, "If it weren't for the support of the head, Xingtang would really become Shi Jian's one-word hall."

Hearing this, the old master immediately understood.

It may be true to thank himself, but the main purpose of his going back and forth is to give Shi Jian eye drops.

"The authority of the punishment hall is for the sect, and it will never become the authority of some people." The old head smiled and said: "If you find anything wrong in your future work, you can come to me at any time."

This is what Si Mu wanted, and he cupped his fists immediately and said: "Yes, the head...I'm going to Yizhuang first, and warn that bastard."

The old head smiled and waved his hands: "Go ahead. If he refuses to listen to you, just tell him that I am paying attention to him, and tell him not to let me down."

Four eyes nodded, with a stomach full of acid, returned to the residence, took out the two-meter giant sword enshrined in front of the statue of the patriarch, and carried the sword down the mountain.

Yizhuang.

Inside the gazebo.

A gust of cool wind blew, and the hairs on Qin Yao's arms stood on end. He woke up instantly and sat up with a bang.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Nianying paused slightly for holding the paper fan, and asked curiously.

Qin Yao shook his head: "I didn't have any nightmares, but I suddenly felt flustered, or maybe something happened in Fucheng. I'll go to Fucheng to see, the return date is uncertain, you wait for me at home obediently, don't just learn a few tricks and think about it." Run away from home and roam the rivers and lakes."

"I know, there's no need to explain it like this, I'm not a child." Nianying stood up and saw her off.

Qin Yao came to the gate side by side with her, and rubbed her little head: "Help me say a word to Master and Aunt Cane, I won't go specifically to say goodbye."

"Okay." Nianying said obediently.

Half an hour after Qin Yao left, Simu, with his legs stuck to the amulet and a two-meter giant sword in his hand, rushed into the Yizhuang, and went straight to the gazebo, with a book on his lap, with a dazed expression on his face. The obstinate little girl asked, "Nianying, where is your man?"

(End of this chapter)