The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 194 Han Yin Sheng

Seeing this scene, the fisherman who had just been fighting with the little white dragon couldn't help but be stunned.

Song Feng, who was standing on the shore and wanted to throw the cane in his hand, suddenly paused:

"This kid..."

Looking at the corpse of the little white dragon floating in front of him, the fisherman gently touched his head, and then sighed as if feeling grief over the death of a rabbit:

"Nowadays, with the development of firearms, people's means of dealing with mages are becoming more and more powerful."

But it's a bit unethical.

It was the first time he had seen Uncle Jiu suddenly freeze him and Qiu Sheng attack with a gun.

This master and disciple pair is truly top-notch.

If this happened to other righteous disciples, they would probably have to set up an altar and fight the little white dragon in front of them.

I didn't expect that they cooperated so well.

After collecting the little white dragon's body, the fisherman took the three-pronged fork in his hand and said:

“It’s pretty cool to think about this stuff!”

He weighed it gently. Even though the fisherman had made great progress in his practice, he didn't dare to hold it for too long. After all, there was still some cold Shaoyin energy on it.

It is worthy of being a treasure that can produce Shaoyin cold water. I am afraid its material itself is extremely extraordinary.

Watching the fisherman fish out the body, Uncle Jiu came to Song Feng, then bowed his head slightly and said:
"Seventh uncle..."

However, before Uncle Jiu finished speaking, Song Feng waved his hand, as if he didn't want to know the content:
"Since this matter is too far for you to solve, I will no longer ask about it. It all depends on your own ideas."

When he said this, Song Feng paused subconsciously, and then looked at Qiu Sheng who was holding a musket next to him:
"...Where did you get this thing?"

I didn't expect that Qiu Sheng was such an accurate shooter. He shot the bullet into the man's head right away.

Actually, he is quite a sharpshooter.

After hearing what Uncle Seventh said, Uncle Nine was silent for a moment, and then did not continue to answer this question.

After all, Seventh Uncle also said so.

They have the final say on this matter.

However, when Qiu Sheng heard his seventh uncle ask this, he just smiled and looked very happy:
"I found this in the branch of the Cao Gang. It's much more useful than simple magic."

"Even if you are a hundred meters away, you can kill someone with just a pull of the trigger. This is simply a must-have weapon for practitioners when they go out!"

With this thing, who would still use magic to fight others?

I shot him because I was unhappy with him.

Although he was able to kill the guy with one shot, Uncle Jiu contributed 99% of the effort, but even if he didn't make any contributions, he still worked hard.

Being able to hold the bullet and shoot it directly through his forehead can be considered a reward.

After hearing what Qiu Sheng said, Song Feng shook his head and then said softly:
"If you like it, go find two pieces of cloth to wrap it up and hide it with you. This thing is too conspicuous outside."

When he said this, Song Feng paused subconsciously, and then spoke softly:
"Don't rely too much on firearms. Most practitioners are not like here, fighting face to face."

"If you really neglect your own cultivation because of the weapon, you will cry..."

Practitioners. Especially the fights between mages, there is no such thing as a direct fight, most of them are just secretly casting spells to harm others.

If you can't find the altar, even if you can shoot arrows from a hundred steps away, you still won't be able to hurt anyone.

Moreover.

As their skills improve, although most mages cannot dodge bullets, they all have ways to save their lives.

Even though the spiritual energy is declining nowadays, it seems that times have changed.

However, once the elites in the spiritual world are really gathered together, it is hard to say whether the times have changed.

Maybe one day an immortal will pop up and tell the warlords of today with a smile:

"Haha, times have changed again!"

Surprise, not unexpected?
Not to mention the immortals, even if a part of their spiritual energy was restored it would be enough to choke them.

Firearms are never invincible.

After hearing what his seventh uncle taught him, Qiu Sheng nodded in agreement:

"Seventh Uncle, I know. The reason I took this thing is because it is so useful."

He can't kill the masters, but it's okay for him to bully the minions.

With his spear skills that can hit the target from a hundred paces away, most of the unorthodox sects who have just entered the sect would be wiped out by his spear of justice.

Just at this time.

I saw that the fisherman who was busy just now had now brought up the body of the little white dragon.

At the same time, he was still tightly holding the three-pronged fork that was emitting a chill.

"Senior, the area around the Yangtze River has been cleared. It looks like this news won't get out for a while."

"How about we just go all out and kill them directly near Yinshan Mountain, to the Yinshan clan's lair, and destroy them?"

Looking at the murderous fisherman holding the three-pronged fork, Song Feng shook his head slightly:
"No hurry, take your time along the way. Everyone hasn't arrived yet, how can we start the show so early?"

Looking at the senior's thoughtful expression, the fisherman nodded, feeling that he agreed with him:

"Then let them live for two more days!"

When he said this, the fisherman looked at the body of Little White Dragon on the ground:

"This little white dragon has dominated the Yangtze River for many years and has always been traveling in the water. I'm afraid he has accumulated a lot of good things. Unfortunately, I don't know where his lair is."

"If we can really take advantage of this opportunity to destroy his lair, we might be able to make a fortune and gather all the resources for cultivation in the next few years."

When he said the last words, the fisherman couldn't help but show a look of regret on his face as he held the three-pronged fork.

Even though the little white dragon in front of them is relatively weak compared to them, some things are relative.

in this era.

If there were no special siege by the army, ordinary bandits or gangs would be a small problem for him.

Let's not talk about anything else. Just talk about sailing.

Nowadays, this little white dragon has become a creature like the Dragon King of the Yangtze River.

If the helmsman did not throw a few dollars down the ship when it was sailing every day, the ship would not be able to sail steadily.

If some people throw in less money, the boat will be chiseled away by the little white dragon.

His superb floating technique might not be effective against masters in the cultivation world, but it is extremely effective against ordinary people and low-level practitioners.

Correspondingly, he has accumulated a huge amount of wealth after all.

It’s a pity that people died. I’m afraid the resources will have to be buried in deep water.

Seeing the pitiful look on the fisherman's face, Song Feng shook his head helplessly, and then suddenly pointed at the little white dragon's body:
"rise!"

As he pointed out.

Suddenly, a faint light flew out from his finger and fell onto the dead little white dragon on the ground.

Something magical happened.

I saw the light suddenly lit up all around, and the corpse of the little white dragon seemed to come alive, moving its hands and feet around.

next moment.

All I could see was the little white dragon standing up straight like a zombie.

That's a scary one!
“…Corpse-driving technique? No, it’s soul-moving!” Looking at the corpse that had just died, which had now stood up and walked towards the water, Uncle Jiu couldn’t help but narrow his eyes slightly.

My seventh uncle studied a wide range of subjects.

And each subject has corresponding achievements.

This is really amazing.

"Wow!"

With a splash of water.

Then, we saw the little white dragon that had just floated into the water, now carrying a watery cloth bag on his back.

"Dangdang!"

Open the bundle and take a look.

All I saw was that there were small yellow croakers in the bundle.

A whole bag of small yellow croakers.

Looking at Qiu Sheng and Mama, they both opened their mouths wide:

"There are so many small yellow croakers..." ×2
Antiques in prosperous times, gold in troubled times.

Not to mention Qiu Sheng and Mama, who were both useless, even Uncle Jiu couldn't help but pause when he saw so many small yellow croakers:
“What a huge asset!”

This is a small yellow croaker with a whole lot of baggage. Assets of this level are truly appalling.

I'm afraid that Xiaobailong's assets alone are enough to match the assets of this family.

That's just too rich.

Looking at the stunned people, Song Feng smiled and shook his head, then said softly:
"Everyone who sees it gets a share. Since we have brought all the wealth here, why don't you share it among the few of you? It won't be a wasted trip..."

After hearing what Uncle Seven said, Qiu Sheng and Mama's eyes suddenly brightened up:
"Really?" ×2
Seeing Qiu Sheng and Mama's eyes glowing green, Uncle Jiu's face darkened:
"Qiu Sheng! Mama!"

Can you restrain yourself a little?
This is so ignorant and shameless.

When they heard Uncle Jiu calling their names, Qiu Sheng and Mama Diwandi suddenly woke up from their dream.

Afterwards, they were seen wiping the corners of their mouths in sync, and then looking at Seventh Uncle with anticipation.

It looked like a puppy full of expectations.

"If you don't have money, you won't be able to stand up straight for half your life. Just take whatever you want. It's useless anyway..."

After all, young people still have little experience.

Nowadays, if you do more things like robbing the rich to help the poor, as long as you are still alive, basically no one will be short of money.

Of course, it is not so easy to deal with ordinary people.

Even if they are horse thieves, it is difficult to deal with them if there are too many of them. Therefore, anyone who is skilled enough to rob the rich and help the poor basically has strong means at his disposal.

In the Spirit Sword, as long as one has the ability, basically he will not suffer from poverty.

Don't talk about others.

It all depends on Uncle Jiu himself.

Even though he was so stingy with Qiu Sheng and Wencai, he would usually deduct even half of his full dollar salary.

But Uncle Jiu is not really poor.

Just kidding, four charity cemeteries were operated at the same time, and later he took over four towns to solve various problems with zombies and ghosts.

Just the monthly tributes given by the gentry alone is a considerable number.

The accumulation over the years adds up to a lot.

It's just because he is too stingy that outsiders think he is poor.

Hearing what his seventh uncle said, Qiu Sheng smiled excitedly, then jumped in front of his seventh uncle with a frog leap.

Then, he picked up two small yellow croakers, put them in his mouth and took a bite:
"Oh my god, what the account shop owner Wang said is right. Real gold is indeed sweet."

When he finished speaking, Qiu Sheng even pursed his lips, looking as if he was savoring the memory.

Not only Qiu Sheng.

Mom also took two small yellow croakers and started chewing and biting them.

The two of them looked like puppies gnawing on a bone, and Uncle Jiu couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Shameful, so shameful.

Don’t say that this is someone from Maoshan in the future.

It's like throwing someone away at my grandma's house.

Although he thought so, Uncle Jiu took advantage of the time when the two of them were embarrassing themselves and smiled as he touched two large yellow croakers.

That weight is much heavier than what the two of them can carry.

Seeing that several people had already picked out the small yellow croaker, the fisherman smiled slightly, then grabbed the bag in his hand:

"My fellow Taoists, how about taking a few more pieces of gold?"

This thing is just as Uncle Qi said, it was blown by the strong wind, so why can't we get more of it?

And this is a really big burden.

As for the part that Uncle Jiu and the others took, it was just a small part.

Even if it's divided equally among four people, each person would have to get a quarter. How can each person only get two pieces?
Looking at the pile of gold in the bundle, Uncle Jiu shook his head tactfully:

"Money is something outside of one's body, and we are just assisting from the side, so you should take the lion's share."

Don't be too greedy.

Moreover, just the small yellow croakers caught by Qiu Sheng and Mamadi are already worth a lot.

Not to mention the two big yellow croakers he caught quietly.

But the ticket price is totally worth it!

After hearing what Uncle Jiu said, the fisherman nodded, and then he picked up the bag.

Gold itself is heavy.

The ordinary man with a large backpack of gold would have been crushed to the ground long ago.

But the fisherman carried it as if it were a small thing and didn't care about its weight at all.

Now it's a place that no one can see.

Only the body of the little white dragon that had just carried the gold up was seen slowly blending into the shadow of Song Feng.

Faintly, there seemed to be two or three little paper figures jumping out and jumping in, and they seemed to be very active.

That's when they wanted to leave.

All of a sudden, downstream of the river, an old man wearing ragged clothes, barefoot and covered in dirt appeared.

Under the moonlight, the old man staggered with every step, and the dirt on his face made it difficult to recognize him.

However, the beggar who appeared at this time couldn't help but arouse everyone's suspicion.

Especially when Uncle Jiu saw the beggar, he couldn't help but reveal a hint of surprise in his eyes:

"Beggar? No... this is actually a Hanyin student!"

(End of this chapter)