Entering Uncle Ying's Zombie World

Chapter 35
Flying zombies are so terrifying, Hao Lan really doesn't know, all he knows is walking corpses and jumping zombies, walking corpses are dead corpses that have cast spells, they are very common, while jumping zombies have strong and weak ones, the strong ones are like the old man Ren This kind of, basically ordinary spells have no effect on him.

Uncle Jiu continued: "Of course, it's not that easy to become paralyzed. Mr. Ren is actually just a chance."

"But no matter how small this opportunity is, it must be nip in the bud." Speaking of this, Uncle Jiu gave Hao Lan a meaningful look.

"Senior brother, I tried my best. He runs away every time. What can I do?" Hao Lan felt a little guilty. In fact, when he smashed the old man Ren, he hadn't become a master yet. Hao Lan had the opportunity to cooperate with Uncle Jiu to eliminate him. of.

Uncle Jiu spread his hands: "I didn't blame you."

"Of course you can't blame me, blame, brother, you."

Hao Lanli became more confident: "Brother, if you had followed my advice and cremated him, then nothing would have happened."

"That will be like now. He not only killed Master Ren, but also became a master. He knows how to sneak attack, know how to bully the weak and fear the strong, and specifically bullies you, brother."

"Being bullied by him, brother, this is all your fault."

If you don't listen to your junior brother, you will be at a disadvantage.

Brother, think about it carefully.

Hao Lan acted like an elder, patted Uncle Jiu on the shoulder, shook his head and left.

Uncle Jiu was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, his old face was flushed, he was ashamed to be lectured by his younger brother.

"Morning Master Hao."

Hao Lan got up early, planning to do some morning exercises, and ran into Ah Wei just before going out.

Looking at the respectful Ah Wei, Hao Lan didn't need to think about what he was trying to figure out. It was nothing more than wanting to learn the indestructible magic of King Kong.

You don't need to guess, you know, Uncle Jiu must have asked him to come to him to learn, this is revenge on him, making himself uneasy, but he himself is happy.

Not everyone can pass on the magical skills. A named disciple like Ah Wei is in an embarrassing area where it can be passed on but not passed on. Who makes him not a real disciple of Uncle Jiu? If Hao Lan passes it on, he will appear in the future because of it If he made a mistake, and Ah Wei did not formally become Uncle Jiu's apprentice, the responsibility rested on him, the practitioner.

Like Qiu Sheng Wencai, if something happens or causes trouble, Uncle Jiu will take the responsibility.

This kind of unwritten rule is actually restricting the unknown people who have learned their skills, but no one restrains them, thus endangering one party.

Hao Lan wasn't too worried about this point. Even if Wei was in his twenties, even if he was taught, he would not be able to practice anything. He has no foundation and is already old.

Of course, the most important thing in practice is to look at the state of mind. Once a person has seen the colorful world, it is difficult to be as simple as when he was innocent, and he can concentrate on doing one thing calmly.

In the matter of practice, one needs to be single-minded. If you don’t have this state of mind, you won’t be able to persevere for ten years.

Of course, Hao Lan is an exception, he is a body of yin and virtue, so he doesn't need to practice so hard.

For example, Qiusheng and Wencai, they have practiced for a long time, but they are not even half a bucket of water, which shows the difficulty of cultivation.

And ah Wei, it’s not that Hao Lan looks down on him, but it’s really impossible for him to persist in practicing for ten years, even a few hours a day is enough. Practice is lonely, but adults can’t stand loneliness the most Yes, especially when there is no return for giving.

The world of adults is about giving and rewarding, sowing melons and reaping melons, and sowing beans reaping beans. When Ah Wei can't get feedback for a long time, he will give up.

"Junior Brother, have you taught him?" Uncle Jiu couldn't help asking after seeing Ah Wei leaving happily.

Hao Lan shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "I taught it, anyway, it's not a big deal, not to mention, I have taught Qiu Sheng's literary talents, so it doesn't matter if there is one more him."

Uncle Jiu looked at Hao Lan as if he had seen a ghost, that is the invincible magic of King Kong, just teach it like this, you are too casual, don't you think it is a low-level skill?

"Senior brother, don't thank me, who told him to be your disciple, for your sake, how can I not teach." Hao Lan patted Uncle Jiu, and walked into the kitchen.

Uncle Jiu is stupid, who is so grateful to you, who told you to teach me for my sake.

"Is Wen Cai cured?" Outside the kitchen, Wen Cai was soaking in a glutinous rice bath. He looked like a human being, and the poison from the corpse had dissipated.

Wen Cai shook his fist, showed his injured arm, and replied with a smile on his face: "I feel better, why don't you take a look at it for me, uncle."

Hao Lan imitated Uncle Jiu, pinching Wen Cai's wound hard.

"Wow, it hurts so much, uncle." Wen Cai yelled as if his face was contorted in pain.

Hao Lan let go of his hand and patted his shoulder: "If it hurts, it means that you are almost better."

"It's healed so soon. I thought you couldn't be cured, and you were going to become a zombie." Qiusheng walked in at this moment, looking very radiant, not at all like a person whose yang energy was sucked by a female ghost, and even more impressive. Unexpectedly, even his wounds healed.

Hao Lan was a little surprised, Qiusheng's physique is so good, his physique with two levels of magical skills is not as good as Qiusheng's in some respects.

No wonder that Xiaoyu likes Qiusheng so much, it's not unreasonable, and this kind of tenderness, probably only Qiusheng can enjoy it.

Wencai got angry when he heard this: "Bastard, you have no conscience. If you hadn't bought these mixed rice back, I would have recovered."

Qiu Sheng looked at Wen Cai indifferently, spread his hands and said, "That's no wonder, I didn't know that the owner of the rice shop would mix glutinous rice with glutinous rice."

"It's strange, you blame the master, why didn't you listen to the uncle and cremated the zombies."

Wen Cai wanted to speak, but Jiu Shu was already behind Qiu Sheng, so he shut up in an instant.

"Say it, why don't you say it?"

Qiu Sheng continued: "Just tell me, do you blame Master?"

Wen Cai winked again and again, seeing this, Qiu Sheng didn't know, and turned around with a bitter face: "Master, you probably didn't hear anything, did you?"

Uncle Jiu smirked and said, "Do you think I heard it?"

Qiu Sheng just wanted to open his mouth, but he was hit by Uncle Jiu, who made you chew your tongue behind your back, make you lustful, and make you beat your master for disrespecting your teacher.

After a rough beating, Qiu Sheng wanted to cry but had no tears, his mouth really deserved a beating, and if he said anything bad, he insisted on blaming the narrow-minded master.

"Qiu Sheng, it's not my fault. I didn't find out when Master came." Wen Cai spread his hands innocently, but everyone could see that he was suppressing a smile.

"I don't blame you, but from today on, you're probably the third junior brother."

Qiu Sheng shook his head, his face full of sighs.

Wencai was in a hurry: "Qiusheng, what do you mean?"

"What else can you mean?"

Qiu Sheng said indifferently: "Of course the master has accepted another apprentice."

(End of this chapter)