I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Chapter 380 Master Bomi <Continue to update·>

The contract book of elves sounds good, and it is probably very useful to use, but does Qin Yao really need this thing now?
Red and White Shuangsha Xiao Wenjun, which one of them used the contract?

For now, aren't they all fighting alongside him?

Originally, the value of filial piety is not much, how could it be spent on the back of the knife, so Qin Yao resolutely refused: "No need, it hasn't reached that level yet."

After speaking, the characters still in front of his eyes suddenly disappeared.

"The contract can be signed, but the content of the contract must be completed by the two of us." After a moment of hesitation, the elf girl raised her right hand and clenched her fist, with a firm expression on her face.

"no problem!"

Qin Yao immediately took out the interspatial bag, took out the pen and paper, and discussed with the girl how to write the headline of the contract in the grinding room. The distance between humans and elves became closer and closer in the process...

The next day.

The sunlight shone into the box through the gaps in the wooden windows, and the skin of the elf girl reflected on it was so white that it glowed.

Based on her good-looking facial features, Zhang Ling has never cared about her wheat-colored skin, but at this moment, looking at the fair-skinned girl with a hint of holiness in her face, she suddenly felt that the folk saying that "one white covers ten ugliness" is also true. It's not groundless.

With the same facial features, fairer skin is definitely more in line with public aesthetics than darker skin...

"Sign it."

Before the table, after confirming the ten contract rules, Qin Yao signed his name in the promiser column, and then delivered the brush to the elf.

The elf suddenly stopped after picking up the brush, and looked up at Qin Yao: "What name should I sign?"

Qin Yao was taken aback, he remembered that the elf girl in the original work had a name, why didn't this one have a name?

"Don't you have a name?"

"Is it strange that I don't have a name?" the elf girl asked back.

"You can give yourself one now." Qin Yao said: "Although a name is just a code name, it is very important in human society."

The elf girl looked bewildered.

Character and mind can be congenitally perfected through inheritance, but life experience is difficult to pass down through blood.

Without relevant experience and a certain knowledge reserve, the complexity of naming is far more complicated than thinking about other issues.

"Give me one..." the elf girl said, "You have an obligation, don't you?"

Qin Yao: "..."

His level of naming is beyond words!
"Is it difficult?" Instead of looking at each other, the elf girl asked.

Qin Yao shook his head: "In ancient Greek mythology, there was a goddess of war and wisdom named Athena. The meaning of the name is virgin and pure light. I think this name is quite suitable for you. How do you feel?"

"The Goddess of War and Wisdom." The elf girl stared into his eyes and asked earnestly, "Is this what you expect from me?"

"It can be said that..." Qin Yao said: "Although it sounds a bit like a fairy tale now, I hope you can take her as your goal and constantly break through your own limits."

"What is her identity now?" The elf girl said, "I mean, in mythology."

"One of the twelve main gods of Olympus, he is considered a master-level existence in the Greek gods." Qin Yao said.

The elf girl's eyes flickered, and she said with a smile: "Okay, then I will be called Athena. One day, I will go to that Olympus you mentioned and challenge her."

Qin Yao was startled for a moment, then gave her a thumbs up: "I am ambitious, I am waiting for that day to come."

The elf girl pursed her lips and smiled, lowered her eyes and wrote the three small words Athena on the paper.

Hmm... the simplified characters are still used!

"Dong dong dong."

The next day, early morning.

Someone knocked lightly on the door outside the box and said respectfully: "Guest, Jinling has arrived."

Qin Yao moved for a while until his stiff body sat down, and asked Athena, "Are you afraid of the sun?"

"I just don't like it, I'm not afraid of it."

"Then let's go out together." Qin Yao said: "After getting off the boat, take a stroll first, and try your luck at night to see if you can find ghosts at the level of ghost kings, so as to test your combat effectiveness."

"How to test and kill the opponent directly?" Athena asked.

Qin Yao shook his head: "The standard should be higher, to subdue the opponent! I need to plant a hidden stake in Jinling."

Athena: "I will try my best."

Generally speaking, the ghost king means the leader of the ghosts, not the realm. It is not difficult for her to kill a small ghost leader. The difficulty is how to subdue the opponent without killing the opponent...

Qin Yao nodded silently, took out two white gauze hats from the interspatial bag, and handed them to the two women: "Both of you should wear these, to avoid any trouble caused by beauty."

Not to mention the Ming Dynasty period when the laws were not sound, even in the [-]st century, there are not a few bums who strike up conversations or even molest beautiful women in the street.

If it can be prevented in advance, it is natural to arrange it in advance, so as not to be really disgusted by then.

Soon, a group of people disembarked, and when they came to a town from the ferry, it was already noon, and various aromas were constantly coming from the restaurants on both sides of the street.

"Eat something and drink some water." Qin Yao stopped in front of a restaurant, turned his head and asked.

"Okay, okay." The little zombie immediately smiled and jumped and clapped.

Qin Yao laughed, waved and led them into the restaurant.

"Hey, hey..."

"Hey hey hey."

As soon as he entered the door, before Qin Yao had time to call Xiao Er, he saw an extremely eye-catching scene: two big men were holding hands, openly playing with chest stickers in the lobby on the first floor, their smiles were extremely slutty, and everyone in the restaurant The spectators were dumbfounded.

At the main entrance, Zhang Ling, who was wearing a bamboo hat, frowned, reached out and tapped on his forehead, and instantly opened his eyes, and saw a frail girl hugging her chest between the two men, struggling desperately, calling for help, full of The face is terrified.

Zhang Ling's gaze was fixed, and he stepped forward immediately, and said coquettishly, "Give it up! You and two big men, in broad daylight, under the eyes of everyone, are actually flirting and flirting, how decent are you?"

She didn't want to be regarded as a different kind, so she didn't point out the female ghost.

"What do we do, what do we do, it's none of your business?!" the short stature, young and old-looking man, whose forehead was covered with forehead lines when he got angry, said angrily.

"If the road is uneven, someone will shovel it, and if the problem is uneven, someone will take care of it. You two are so immoral, can I still say it?" Zhang Ling said.

"Bitch, do you know who I am?" the short man asked.

"I don't need to know who you are." Zhang Ling said: "I'll count to three, if you still don't let go, don't blame me for being rude."

"I'm afraid of you!" The short man sneered, and said to the man opposite: "Come on, let's continue."

"Shameless You!"

Zhang Ling was not angry when he was scolded, but when he saw that they were going to belittle the girl again, Zhang Ling became angry, and with a flick of his fingers, a wave of magic power went straight towards the man.

"Boom."

At a critical juncture, a skeleton Zen staff suddenly stretched out from the side, blocking the mana.

Zhang Ling turned his eyes and saw a monk from the Western Regions, wearing a yellow monk robe and a high-horned monk hat, with a simple but bright face, holding the end of his Zen stick, looking at him with interest.

"Master, why do you want to help the evildoers?"

"I'm helping people, you're helping ghosts, which of us is helping the evil?" the monk from the Western Regions asked back.

Zhang Ling shook his head: "People are divided into good and bad, and ghosts are also divided into good and bad. How can we ignore right and wrong because of different identities?"

Monk from the Western Regions: "Then how do you know that Master Ge is a bad person and that female ghost is a good ghost?"

Zhang Ling said without hesitation: "From their behavior, it is not difficult to see that a good person would do such a debauched thing?"

The monk from the Western Regions sighed: "Seeing is not necessarily believing. You don't know the cause and effect, and you are the one who cares nothing about right and wrong. Miss monk. I can tell you responsibly that this female ghost wants to kill Master Ge first, and Master Ge teased her. In the back. Faced with a female ghost who wants to kill her, is it too much to tease her?"

"You just said that I wanted to kill him first, why didn't you say why I wanted to kill him?" the female ghost said angrily.

"It's wrong for ghosts to harm people no matter what the reason is!" the monk from the Western Regions said decisively.

Zhang Ling let out a breath, and couldn't care what others thought of her at the moment, and said to the female ghost, "Why did you kill that Young Master Ge?"

"Because he was peeping at me before taking a shower, and when he stumbled and fell off the roof, he hit me directly and killed me on the spot. I'm only sixteen years old, so I died so early. I came to him Is there anything wrong with revenge?" the female ghost explained.

Zhang Ling: "..."

From a rational point of view, revenge in this situation is right, and even applauded.

But from a jurisprudential point of view, the monk from the Western Regions was right.A man surnamed Ge who smashed people to death would be detrimental to his morality, and he would be rediscovered for trial in the future when he went to the underworld, but it was unreasonable for the dead ghost to come to take revenge in person.

"Listen clearly, Miss Cultivator." The monk from the Western Regions said, "Please don't meddle in your own business."

Zhang Ling took a breath silently, and said, "I'm not a law enforcement officer. I don't judge the truth, but the truth. I advise you to let those two guys let go, or don't blame me for being rude."

"You are not my opponent." The monk from the Western Regions said decisively.

Qin Yao stepped forward, looking straight at the monk, "I want to ask the master for advice."

Under his sharp blade-like gaze, the monk from the Western Regions actually felt a tingle in his pupils, squinted his eyes slightly, planted his Zen stick on the ground with a bang, raised his arms, left palm, and fisted with his right: "Please benefactor first."

Qin Yao circulated the true qi in his body silently, and then instilled strands of white-gold mana into his right hand, and slowly pushed out a palm, with an ordinary posture.

The expression of the monk from the Western Regions changed drastically. When he flipped his left hand, a ball of flames appeared from the palm of his hand. His waist sank, and he thrust his palm forward suddenly.

"boom!"

His palm seemed to hit the real spot, a burst of fireworks suddenly flashed in midair, followed by a deafening explosion.

"Deng Deng." Qin Yao remained motionless, but the monk from the Western Regions took two steps back with horror in his eyes.

Qin Yao turned his wrist and made a defensive posture: "Master, please."

"Your palm is very similar to my Buddhist palm." The monk from the Western Regions took a deep breath and said seriously.

Qin Yao shook his head: "But I'm not a Buddhist."

The monk from the Western Regions was silent for a moment, then waved his hands and said: "I won't fight anymore, I can't use it here, I'm afraid of my hands and feet."

Qin Yao turned his head to look in the direction of the female ghost.

The Western Region monk pursed his lips and said, "Master Ge, let's go first."

The short man was not the kind of idiot who couldn't understand the situation clearly. He turned his eyes around Qin Yao and the others, let go of the hands holding the long follower, and walked out of the restaurant without looking back.

"Benefactor, farewell." The monk from the Western Regions raised his right hand, put it under his face, and bowed slightly to Qin Yao.

Qin Yao clasped his fists in return and asked, "Dare to ask the master to respect you."

"Don't dare, poor monk Bomi." The monk from the Western Regions smiled, stepped over his body, and disappeared into the restaurant in a blink of an eye.

"Bomi, this name sounds familiar." Qin Yao murmured, then turned to look at the female ghost: "What's your name?"

"My benefactor, little girl Xiuxiu." The female ghost saluted gratefully.

Qin Yao paused for a moment, but he knew why he was familiar with the name Bomi.

It turned out to be another story with "Uncle Ying"...

However, according to the plot, Uncle Ying's appearance in this story should have been more than ten years ago, and he has already disappeared by now.

If you put it into reality, I don't know if Uncle Jiu came to Jinling more than ten years ago...

"Xiuxiu~Xiuxiu~"

Just as he was thinking, a handsome young man jumped into the restaurant sweating profusely and shouted loudly.

"Brother Star!"

The moment she saw the young man, Xiuxiu, who was supporting herself, broke her defense and threw herself into his arms, crying loudly.

The cry made Xingzai anxious and angry. Looking around, he raised his finger to the imposing Qin Yao and said, "Xiuxiu, tell me, did he bully you?"

Qin Yao: "..."

Is it drafted?

Lao Tzu just looks a bit fierce, and he doesn't have a bad face.

"No, no, he is my savior." Xiuxiu cried, and quickly explained: "If they weren't here today, I'm afraid, I'm afraid I won't be able to see you, Brother Xing."

Xingzi was a little embarrassed at the moment, and said to Qin Yao apologetically, "I'm sorry big brother, my mistake, my mistake, thank you for saving Xiuxiu's life."

Qin Yao said calmly: "I still like your rebellious look just now, recover."

Xingzi: "..."

It was so embarrassing to dig out three rooms and one living room.

"Find a private room first, let's talk while eating." Zhang Ling said softly as the waiter shrank his neck and greeted him timidly.

lean less.

Inside the box.

The meal is served.

Xingzai worked as a low-key boy, pouring tea and wine for Qin Yao and others, and finally poured himself a full glass of white wine, holding the glass and said: "All benefactors, I will punish myself with three cups first to make amends."

After speaking, without giving others a chance to speak, he drank three glasses in one go, his face turned red in an instant.

Qin Yao waved his hand and said, "Okay, it's just a trivial matter, don't need to mention it again, Xingzi, what's your real name?"

"My real name is Wang Xingxing." Xingzai responded with a breath of alcohol.

Qin Yao picked up the chopsticks, paused on the table, and asked, "Does your father know Taoism?"

Xingzi was surprised: "That's right, you know my dad?"

Qin Yao nodded, then shook his head again: "These are not important, the important thing is, do you know who your father learned Taoism from?!"

(End of this chapter)