Zhutian: Everything starts from becoming a disciple of Uncle Jiu!

Chapter 425: Human Emperor Banner, oh no, it should be Human Sun King Banner! (Subscribe!)
"Oh, it's a dream again..."

A dream becomes a return to the void,

Well, it's good!!

Uncle Jiu looked expressionlessly at Zhao Zheng who was standing on the other side of the water curtain formed by the Thousand Mile Sound Transmission Technique. After seeing Zhao Zheng nod, he continued.

"Come on, and strive to achieve immortality in your dream next time!"

"Okay, I'll try my best!"

"..."

No,

You can't fix it for me, do you know that?

Uncle Jiu's eyelids twitched as he looked at Zhao Zheng who was answering his questions seriously. Seeing Zhao Zheng taking out a book from his arms, he waved his hand and interrupted him, saying, "Let's talk about it when we get back to Renjia Town. Keep it for yourself! Hmm? What did you dream about this time?"

To be honest, he felt that the information given by the headquarters was not accurate at all. Also, the headmaster must not have gone to the underworld to look through the Book of Life and Death.

At the very least, the headmaster definitely didn't use the Book of Life and Death to check Zhao Zheng's past hundred generations. It's not that he just wanted to... forget it, he knows nothing!
“I can’t remember!”

Zhao Zheng shook his head. Not to mention the Absolute Heavenly Connection, he felt that it would be better not to mention the Five Turbidities Becoming Emptiness Bodhisattva.

What I said,

He is afraid of being beaten!!

Uncle Jiu nodded with his eyes slightly moving, and said, "If you can't remember, then you can't remember. But have you shared your cultivation with others..."

"I didn't tell anyone except you, Master!"

"Ok!"

Uncle Jiu nodded with satisfaction. Seeing Zhao Zheng understood everything without his teaching, he felt relieved. However, he still hinted that Zhao Zheng should speak less.

“Well, be more respectful to your Uncle Mao and the others, talk less and watch more. No matter whether your elders are right or wrong, you should listen first. Whether it is right or wrong is another matter…” Uncle Jiu said earnestly.

"Don't worry, disciple understands!"

"Do you really understand?"

"understand!"

Zhao Zheng nodded, and the aura of the realm of refining the spirit and returning to the void on his body disappeared immediately. However, when it disappeared, his brows raised slightly after he saw the five camps of divine generals placed on the table behind Uncle Jiu.

"My master is starting to act arrogantly?!"

This is really strange. Didn't Uncle Jiu say before that he couldn't afford the soldiers? Zhao Zheng felt puzzled and thought that something must have happened. However, he didn't plan to ask Uncle Jiu. Some things were enough to just know. Also, he began to understand why his intuition told him to go back to Renjia Town recently.

So the storyline of Yimei Taoist Priest is about to begin. The reason is that the Five Battalions of Divine Generals and Horses placed behind Uncle Jiu are none other than the two little men that Uncle Jiu grabbed from the ground when he was fighting against the vampires in the storyline of Yimei Taoist Priest.

Or,

Five camps of divine generals!

This is a kind of Taoist... guardian deity, and also what Taoism calls a soldier, to collect the rampant soldiers!

Uncle Jiu didn't know what Zhao Zheng was thinking. At this moment, a look of satisfaction flashed across his eyes. At the same time, he was very happy for Qiu Shengwencai...

A little bit dissatisfied!!
I don’t mean anything else. They are all his disciples, so why is there such a big gap between them? Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu looked at Zhao Zhengdao.

"Okay, you have to take care of the matter with the three moth monsters..."

Uncle Jiu frowned and continued to explain for a while. Zhao Zheng could only nod his head obediently: "Master, don't worry about what I do. I will never let the bullshit of Longhu Mountain find fault with me!"

"..."

is it possible,
Your uncle Mao is the bull nose you mentioned.

And, you too, and me too!
Uncle Jiu glanced at the funny Zhao Zheng, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "The wildness of the little devil is finally disappearing!"

"Oh, that's good!"

"..."

Therefore,
You really don't intend to do that!
Uncle Jiu looked at Zhao Zheng expressionlessly. Even if Little Demon Star didn't grow up well in the future, he would still be a zombie king that would interest most cultivators. But Zhao Zheng, let alone being interested, didn't care about Little Demon Star at all! !
"Are you really not going to train the Little Demon Star Festival into your own life corpse? If you don't, I will give it to Qiu Sheng Wencai!"

Uncle Jiu thought about it and spoke lightly. Seeing Zhao Zheng nodded, he looked as if it was up to him and waved his hand expressionlessly in disdain.

"get out!"

Snapped--

The water curtain broke.

Uncle Jiu, who had withdrawn his Thousand Mile Sound Transmission Technique, showed helplessness and disgust, and gradually understood why his master always liked to tell him... Oh no, should he say to everyone to get lost, but he sighed subconsciously in his heart.

"My disciple Zhao Zheng has the potential to become an immortal..."

This sigh came and went quickly. Uncle Jiu's brows knitted together. He stretched out his hand and lightly tapped the desk. A complex golden talisman appeared on the table.
A barely perceptible golden connection swept across, and golden footprints appeared on the clean ground. After making sure that there were no outsiders, Uncle Jiu glanced at the closed door, pinched the magic seal, and cast the Thousand Mile Sound Transmission Technique again!

The water curtain just rose and then shattered.
At the same time, a voice sounded.

"roll!"

Uncle Jiu pretended not to hear or see the tea splashed on his body, and continued to make hand seals to perform the Thousand Mile Sound Transmission Technique.

Soon, the water curtain completely condensed, revealing the expressionless face of Taoist Yan. Taoist Yan looked at Uncle Jiu and said.

"Say!"

"Master, I want to look through the Book of Life and Death!"

"Why? Do you want to see where I'm going?"

"Hmm? Master, do you want to see it? I can..."

Uncle Jiu replied subconsciously, but before he finished speaking, he stopped, took a step back, and lowered his head obediently. Seeing this, Taoist Master Dao Yan twitched his mouth and looked at Uncle Jiu who was lowering his head. He took a deep breath, frowned and thought for a moment: "I have checked, his previous life was very ordinary... As for his current life, it may be..."

"A Zheng has returned to the void!"

"???????"

Taoist Yan stared at Uncle Jiu with his eyes wide open and reached out to scratch his ears. Uncle Jiu's mouth twitched and he lowered his head and repeated.

"Well, it's back to the void!"

"Tsk, the next headmaster hasn't been decided yet, but the next headmaster can be decided soon!" Taoist Master Daoyan said with a click of his tongue. After he finished laughing, he found that Uncle Jiu was looking at him expressionlessly, and his face suddenly straightened: "I don't believe it, and you don't believe it either, headmaster? The headmaster has investigated this kid for more than a hundred generations!"

"Why don't you lend me the Three Lives Stone to take a look at Ah Zheng?"

Uncle Jiu thought for a moment and said, Taoist Master Daoyan nodded thoughtfully, "It's not necessary. It's just like flipping through the Book of Life and Death. Well, since you want to go, then go. By the way, you can show me how many more years I have left to live!"

"..."

Uncle Jiu rolled his eyes, then with a twitching mouth, he watched as the large hand that had transmitted sound over a thousand miles reached out to grab the back of his neck. He subconsciously wanted to dodge, but failed!

"Don't worry, I have cast an invisibility spell, so no one can see me. It won't be embarrassing!" Taoist Yan said with a smile, and took a step forward. His figure instantly crossed the Yin-Yang Road and arrived outside the Yintu City of Death.

"..."

understood,

Others can't see you.

You won't embarrass yourself, right?
Seeing the city guards trying to hold back their laughter, Uncle Jiu clenched his fists with a numb expression and quickly closed his eyes.

time flies,

A quarter of an hour later.

Next to Naihe Bridge.

"really?"

Uncle Jiu, who had lived for more than three hundred lifetimes, muttered in his heart as he looked at his master who was being scolded by a judge ancestor not far away. His eyes moved slightly, and he silently took out his micro camera and pressed the record button.

click-

Okay, keep flipping!

Uncle Jiu raised his head slightly and put away the camera. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, but he quickly suppressed it and continued to open the Book of Life and Death to check Zhao Zheng's past life.
I would feel uneasy if I didn't check him. Zhao Zheng's cultivation was progressing too fast. It has only been over a year. Counting from the day when the method was passed down, Zhao Zheng had only been practicing Qi for a year and a little over a month.

After more than a year,
Uncle Jiu really can't let it go!!

Zhao Zheng, who was in Fuxi Hall in Gantian Town far away, had no idea about these, but he felt that someone was secretly plotting against him.

"Who's still awake at this hour of night?"

Zhao Zheng, who was sitting on the ground practicing, threw out three silver coins and looked at them. He thought with a strange expression, "My master didn't sleep at night and went to the underworld to use the Book of Life and Death to look me up? To check my past life?"

really,
Oh, it’s true!

Under the vision of fate, Zhao Zheng probably understood why Uncle Jiu went to the underworld to look through the Book of Life and Death, but he felt...

I guess I can't find anything!!

"Oh, I almost forgot about this."

Zhao Zheng put away the ocean, flicked his sleeves, and twelve golden beans fell to the ground, transforming into twelve Yellow Turban warriors who, with the blessing of the Southern Song Dynasty's dragon energy, had faces as ruby-colored, beards as white as soap floss, were three meters and three meters tall, wearing yellow turbans and wearing golden armor. They were no longer the stupid and defeated look they had before.

In fact, it would be better to call him the Golden Hercules rather than the Yellow Turban Hercules. Under the blessing of dragon energy, the Yellow Turban Hercules turned into a golden color. He still didn't look like a human, but more like one made of fine iron.

"It's really the Twelve Golden Men, right?"

Looking at the twelve Yellow Turban Warriors who had turned into golden warriors, Zhao Zheng waved his hand and turned them into golden beans, then threw them into the ground, allowing them to rely on the Black Qi Sutra he transplanted for them to absorb the earth's energy for cultivation.

"But why does my intuition tell me to let these twelve golden warriors grow up?" Zhao Zheng calculated again and found that there was still no result, so he took out the eight soul-calling flags he got from Yu Susu.

"How about a human emperor flag?" Zhao Zheng looked at the eight soul-calling flags more than half a meter long floating in front of him. He decided to do it. He started to take out some unused magic tools, and then activated the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements.

Time flies,

The time came to 3:15 in the morning of the next day.

Zhao Zheng, sitting on the mat, frowned as he looked at the Human Emperor Banner in front of him, which was surrounded by wisps of demonic... chaotic energy!

The flag is three feet and two and a half inches long, and two feet and a half inches wide, which is 108 centimeters high and 72 centimeters wide.

It was surrounded by chaotic energy, and in the center of the flag were written three words in small seal script, which read "Human Emperor" at a glance, "Human Sun King" at a closer look", and there were some dark black or purple gold talismans around it.

There is no other way. The title of "Human Emperor" is too big. Zhao Zheng has to change it. He must not let others catch him.

"Try the power..."

Zhao Zheng's mind moved, he stood up and hid in the Yin-Yang Road. After a while, he found the village full of lucky people!
After touching his cheek to make sure that his face had turned into a square one, Zhao Zheng moved his feet and stepped on the black cloud to the sky above the mountain village in an instant.

"Monster... no... god... immortal!"

The bandit on guard at the gate of the mountain stronghold spoke tremblingly. Zhao Zheng frowned slightly and shook the Emperor's Banner in his hand.
Swish!
108 becomes 1 meters!

Then he threw it directly!
boom--

The Human Emperor Banner instantly flew to the sky above the mountain village and emitted wisps of black magic... The chaotic energy spread out like a bee pupa, transforming into hideous... The handsome black giant python and black dragon roared and flew out, attacking the mountain village below.

Then, amid waves of white noise that made Zhao Zheng smack his lips, all the lucky people in the village became unlucky people!

"Thank you all!"

Looking at the vengeful spirits that turned into... Pah, looking at the emerald green light that surrounded the Human Emperor Banner, Zhao Zheng expressed his gratitude, put away the Human Emperor Banner, and was about to go back when his ears moved.

Zhao Zheng dodged and when he appeared again, he was in front of the door of a dungeon in the mountain stronghold. Looking at the stinking corpses that had been dead for who knows how many days, as well as some women in dishevel, he frowned slightly.

He didn't say anything, and the women in the cell didn't say anything either. Not only did they not say anything, they also looked at him with empty eyes.

"Do you want to live?"

Zhao Zheng frowned and spoke, stretched out his hand and sent out a sword energy to cut the iron chain of the cell that broke with a single hit. Looking at the women in the cell who were still indifferent and some young men who were tortured beyond recognition, he frowned and said.

"Want to live? I can help you... change your appearance, well, start over in a sense. Of course, it depends on whether you are willing or not!" Zhao Zheng said lightly.

One breath,
Two breaths,

Three breaths...

Zhao Zheng shook his head and turned to leave, but just as he took a step, he heard a hoarse female voice from behind.

"Are they...dead?"

"Well, the kind that will never be reincarnated!"

Zhao Zheng turned around and spoke, saying that as long as he did not release it voluntarily, the spirits on the Human Emperor Banner would have no chance of reincarnation.

"Thanks……"

"Do you want to live?"

Zhao Zheng once again looked at the disheveled woman in the cell and said thank you. Women are different from men, especially women of this era.

Let's put it this way, if these women in the cell return from the village, then what awaits them is...

There will only be death and being killed!!
The reason is - innocence.
Yes, innocent.

Whether they are innocent or not, the result is the same, just like others will not care that you really ate two bowls of noodles. What they know and only know is that you ate two bowls of noodles and only paid for one bowl of noodles!

"think……"

"Just think about it...but it hurts a bit!"

Zhao Zheng took out a scalpel from behind. It was true that he had some magic skills, but magic skills... were not as real as cutting bones and changing one's shape!

"Thanks……"

"Thank you……"

"Woo woo, you are a good person..."

"Are they really dead? Did you kill them?"

Looking at the crying and grateful Gulangyu of more than 20 women in the cell, Zhao Zheng did not speak, but just said who comes first.

Time passed quickly, and after more than an hour, they arrived at the official road outside a town more than a hundred miles away from the mountain village.

"You can tell lies, right? Just say you are refugees from other towns... Well, here is some money, take it... Okay, don't refuse, take it, and pay me back when you make money." Zhao Zheng said to the thirteen women whose appearance he had changed.

After saying that, he took out some dollars and threw them over. After doing this, he walked straight into Yin Yang Road without paying any attention to the women's words of gratitude.

"Hmm? You eat pretty fast, but you really aren't leaving? I tell you, if you don't leave now, it will be hard to leave in the future!"

Zhao Zheng summoned the Human Emperor Banner from the demon's heart and spoke to the seven remaining banner spirits on it. After he finished speaking, he curled his lips when he heard the response.

"Just don't regret it..."

After all,

Put away the Emperor’s Banner and continue on your way!
……

Exactly six o'clock,
Zhao Zheng finished his morning class which lasted only ten minutes, then came out of the guest room and began to wash up. After he finished washing up, he frowned and looked at Ah Hai who was still sleeping in the bedroom in the inner courtyard.

"It's not cooking at this hour!"

Zhao Zheng snapped his fingers and heard Ah Hai screaming "ghost!" and the noise in Mao Xiaofang and others' room. He came to the living room with a normal expression, walked to the altar, grabbed the handful of incense on the table, lit it, and put it into the incense burner.

"Hey, A Zheng, good morning!"

"Good morning, Masahiro!"

"Morning, Senior Brother A Zheng!"

As the door of Fuxi Hall was pushed open, the voices of Zhuang Tian and the other two were heard. Zhao Zheng bowed and said, "Good morning, my two uncles and brothers. But, uncles, why did you come back just now?"

"Well..."

Zhuang Tian and the other two smiled awkwardly and began to explain the reason. The reason was simple. Yesterday, the three of them went to Renjia Town. Well, it was not the Renjia Town where Uncle Jiu’s charity cemetery was located, but the Renjia Town fifty miles south of Gantian Town.

In fact, it is not accurate to call it Renjia Town. Zhao Zheng made some inquiries yesterday and found out that this Renjia Town should be called Renjia Town. It was only called Renjia Town due to time reasons.

When Zhuang Tian and his two companions were in Renjia Town, they happened to encounter a ghost incident, and then the three of them were invited to catch ghosts.

That was why the three of them did not come back last night. However, after the problem was solved, Zhuang Tian and the other two rushed back immediately.

Of course, there was another reason why they rushed back so quickly, which was that they found that Renjia Town was very suitable for opening a sect.

Renjia Town is different from Gantian Town, or in other words, it is different from all the towns Zhuang Tian and his companions have encountered. This Renjia Town seems to be close to the sea and has a large mobility of vendors and people. The halls in Renjia Town are flourishing. Well, to put it simply, there are many mages in Renjia Town, which made Zhuang Tian and his companions see an opportunity.

"Oh, so that's good. Uncle Master said last night that he would go to Renjia Town to help you see if you are suitable for opening a hall..."

Zhao Zheng opened his mouth, feeling that the plot was quite amazing. Even after all this, Zhuang Tian and the other two still managed to reach Renjia Town.

It is true that Renjia Town is only fifty miles away from Gantian Town, but this is only the border between the two towns. If calculated by the town, it is about eighty or ninety miles away!
"No wonder you look so exhausted..."

Seeing Zhuang Tian and the other two people rushing on their journey overnight, Zhao Zheng felt that they were a little too naive.

Yes, it's naive. It's true that there are many mages in Renjia Town, which means that this town is not xenophobic. However, not being xenophobic doesn't mean that it will accept outsiders!
But think about it, Zhuang Tian and his team only needed to complete the tasks of the Imperial Observatory before, so they had never experienced such a thing!

"Ahem, it's better not to trouble you, brother!"

Zhuang Tian said with a smile, Dong Zhaokuang coughed and said with a sneer, "Burn incense, burn incense." Zhuang Tian shouted, "Yes, yes, yes, burn incense, burn incense."

After the three of them started to burn incense, they became silent and confused. Zhuang Tian and the other two stared blankly at the incense in their hands, lighting it, extinguishing it, and then extinguishing it again!

No,

Are we in the wrong place?!

Ren Jiazhen is not suitable to be a gang leader?!

Zhuang Tian and the other two looked at the incense sticks in their hands in surprise, but they couldn't light them. Mao Xiaofang, who had just walked into the living room, looked at the burning incense sticks in the incense burner with a twitching mouth. He coughed, and came to the altar table at the invitation of Zhuang Tian and the other two, picked up a handful of incense sticks and lit them.

After the incense was placed in the incense burner, Zhuang Tian and the other two stared blankly at the incense burner that was filled with incense. They turned their heads to look at Mao Xiaofang. No, is this how you burn incense now?!

Not by the root? But by the bundle?!

Mao Xiaofang saw the sight of Zhuang Tian and the other two and turned his head expressionlessly to look at Zhao Zheng. Zhao Zheng looked at Mao Xiaofang with a strange expression.
No,

What's wrong with him?
He respects the master more... Is that wrong?!

Mao Xiaofang looked at Zhao Zheng expressionlessly, looking at him with a look of "what's wrong with him?", then looked back at Zhuang Tian and the other two who had not yet recovered from their daze. He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but the next moment,

Call ~
A breeze blew by, and the incense in the incense burner was extinguished in an instant. The incense that was extinguished was not put by others.
It was Mao Xiaofang who put it there!
"Ahem, burn incense, burn incense!"

Looking at the extinguished incense sticks, Mao Xiaofang swallowed his saliva and looked at the gradually lively eyes on the portrait of the ancestor. He immediately picked up a bunch of incense sticks again and lit up his extinguished incense sticks and put them in.

Zhuang Tian and the other two looked at each other, then looked at the already full incense burner. No, this... where should they put it? !
They have to have a place to put it too!
"Hmm? Here!"

Zhao Zheng stepped forward and, in the confused eyes of Zhuang Tian, ​​the other two, and Mao Xiaofang, he took out an incense burner as big as a washbasin from behind and placed it on the altar.

"Hmm? The three uncle masters shouldn't mind me taking the initiative to replace the incense burner for the founder with a slightly larger one, right?" Zhao Zheng asked as if he was asking if he had done something wrong.

“…No!”×3
in addition,

This...isn't it bigger!
Also, the way you talk... you really deserve a beating!
Ah Dong's eyes widened, while Zhuang Tian and the other two shook their heads and answered, staring blankly at the incense burner that was at least three times bigger than his. Suddenly, Mao Xiaofang understood.
He began to understand why this kid... cultivated so quickly, and why... his Longhu Mountain's Five Thunders Law had been passed on to Zhao Zheng, a disciple of Maoshan.
It's nothing, this kid is so sensible that he feels very... Well, this kid is filial! What a good junior!

Mao Xiaofang immediately changed his mind when he saw the statue of the founder appearing and looking at him. It was very strange. He was obviously from Longhu Mountain and he was his master's disciple.
But he felt that if he provoked Zhao Zheng, his master might... probably... maybe... would teach him a lesson!
Zhuang Tian and the others...shared the same feeling...

(End of this chapter)