I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Chapter 247 The Feelings of "Uncle Ying"
The next day, early morning.

The rising sun is shining brightly.

A man in a black teacher's uniform, a black teacher's hat, and a big beard on his chin walked in front, smiling so hard that he led Ma Shangfeng, who was wearing a golden armor and holding a golden knife, to a thatched hut. , closed the folding fan in his hand with a snap, pointed to the small door of the thatched cottage and said, "My lord, this is the thatched cottage. The thatched layman you mentioned to your subordinates lives here."

"Such a small place is still covered with thatch. In the scorching summer, wouldn't it be smothered to death?" Ma Shangfeng complained silently.

"Your Excellency, you'll know when you go in, but there's something hidden inside." The master said triumphantly.

It's as if the thatched hut used as a pretense has nothing to do with him.

"What's the point, you're advanced." Ma Shangfeng waved his hand.

The master didn't take it seriously, and walked into the thatched cottage first. After entering, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and instantly changed from the front of the thatched cottage to a simple courtyard with a rockery and a pond.

Ma Shangfeng carried the golden knife and stepped into the courtyard, looking at this completely different scene, he was stunned for more than ten breaths.

"How about it, my lord, I'm not wrong, am I?" the master said proudly.

"You are so proud, what does it have to do with you?" Ma Shangfeng was displeased with his expression, and kicked him to the ground.

"Who are you guys? Who let you in?" The short man in white with two hairbags tied on his head suddenly jumped out and asked loudly.

"My official is Ma Shangfeng, a first-rank military general in the dynasty." Ma Shangfeng looked down at the little man from a high position, and shouted, "Are you a layman in thatched cottage?"

"Do you think I look like a layman?" The man in white puffed up his chest and said.

"I think you look like an earthbound grandson."

"Like a fairy?"

"Like a dwarf."

The man in white was furious and clenched his fists instantly: "You deserve a beating..."

"Xiao Hui, don't be rude." At this time, a Taoist priest in a black Taoist robe, with disheveled hair and a beard flew over and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Master." The man in white said respectfully.

"Are you the grass dweller?" Ma Shangfeng asked.

"I've met Mr. Ma." The grass dweller cupped his hands and said quickly, "Mr. Ma came to my humble house, what can I do?"

"Shijia Town is now very haunted by ghosts. I heard a villain say that your thatched cottage has a way to eliminate the ghost king, so I came to ask you to go out of the mountain to eliminate ghosts."

"Evil man?" The grass dweller was surprised and said, "I have never reported my family name when I subjugate demons and eliminate demons. Few people in the Jianghu know my name. If you dare to ask who is the villain in your mouth, why do you know that I have the ability to exorcise demons?" The ability of ghosts?"

"I didn't know, that guy was so mysterious and even teased me, it makes me sad to think about it." Ma Shangfeng said cursingly.

The grass dweller counted his fingers, but in the end he had no clue, so he could only say: "I know the ghost king that you are talking about, and I even fought against him. The opponent is strong, and only by forming a three-talented eight-treasure mirror array can it be possible to defeat him. wipe out."

"Then why are you still in a daze, hurry up and form a group." Ma Shangfeng said eagerly.

"It's not that I don't want to form a group." The grass dweller said slowly: "It's because I have the eight-treasure mirror, and I need a left guardian. I see that you are powerful, and you have the emperor's order to protect your body. You just do this Guardian."

"How to do it?"

"Cut off the past, give up the glory, and worship me as a teacher, and I will pass on the secret techniques in your door." The grass dweller said.

"There is something wrong with your brain." Ma Shangfeng waved his hand: "I have been struggling for decades to get to the first grade. If you tell me to throw it away, you will throw it away. Do you think I am sick?"

"If you don't lose your job, you lose your head. How do you choose?" the layman said calmly.

"Qin Yao, the successor of the Maoshan School, wants to see the layman in the grass cottage, and I hope the layman can see him." Ma Shangfeng was about to curse, when a familiar voice suddenly sounded from the gate behind him.

"It's him, it's him! I will never forget this voice." Ma Shangfeng said excitedly.

The grass dweller looked confused: "Who is he?"

"He's the villain I just told you about."

As Ma Shangfeng said, he ran out of the courtyard with a knife in his hand, stepped out of the hut, pointed the blade at the two people in front of him, and shouted: "How dare you appear in front of me?!"

Qin Yao looked at the two hundred and five in astonishment, and quickly realized, and said with a smile: "It seems that you have listened to what I said."

Ma Shangfeng's cheeks twitched, and he said sharply, "Don't talk about him, do you know how much trouble you caused me by leaving without saying goodbye that day?"

Qin Yao stretched out his hand and pushed away the golden knife in front of him, and said lightly, "I'm here to solve your troubles now, Mr. Ma!"

Ma Shangfeng: "..."

Don't these practitioners know what a first-rank master means?
It doesn't matter whether it's this guy or that cottage layman.

Why have I never seen a trace of awe in their eyes, let alone compliments.

"Master Ma, Daoist Qin, my master said to invite you in for tea." At this time, Xiaohui came out from the cottage and called.

"Little horse, just wait here obediently. Master, I will be back soon." Qin Yao patted the white horse's head and said softly.

Ma Shangfeng: "..."

For some reason, he always felt that the phrase pony was full of ambiguity.

After a while, Xiaohui brought the three of them outside a gazebo, saluted and said, "Master, someone brought them here."

Qin Yao raised his eyes slightly, and after seeing the layman's face clearly, his mind was shocked.

Like.

so similar.

Except for longer hair and more beard, this Uncle Jiu... Bah, this layman is almost exactly the same as Uncle Jiu.

Ok……

Mostly it's the feeling of "Uncle Ying".

"Your Excellency is a disciple of Maoshan?" The grass dweller looked suspiciously at Qin Yao.

It's not that he wants to doubt, it's that the image of this disciple of Maoshan who is far from the fairy style is too far away, he will believe you even if you say that this is a murderer.

Qin Yao nodded: "I am the successor of the Maoshan Spirit Talisman Sect. If you don't believe me, you can find a pen and paper, and I can prove it on the spot."

The grass dweller waved his hand: "No need, I believe you are... Master Ma, Daoist Qin, and this unknown lady, please sit down and drink tea."

The three of Qin Yao walked into the gazebo and sat down one after another; the layman in the cottage held a teapot in his hand and poured tea and water for the three of them one by one, as a gesture of the landlord's friendship.

"Good tea." Ma Shangfeng praised immediately after taking a sip.

"What's so good about it?" Qin Yao asked casually.

Ma Shangfeng: "..."

If you just say one delicious word, will it appear that you are very uneducated?

"Cough cough." Fortunately, the thatched cottage relieved him with a dry cough, and opened his mouth, "Qin Taoist priest, I dare to ask you to come to the humble house, what advice do you have?"

Holding the teacup in his right hand, Qin Yao said calmly, "Master Ma should have told you about the Fusang Ghost King, right? I want to contribute a little bit to this matter."

The grass dweller suddenly realized.

In his memory, Maoshan began to 'invade' the underworld on a large scale since he did not know when, and crazily 'robbed' officials in the underworld.

But in the underworld, Yinde is merit, and this Daoist Qin most likely came to use Yinde.

(End of this chapter)