Chapter 204 So sour~~ "Roar!" On the line between life and death, Huang Zong's survival instinct overcame his lax intelligence. He roared angrily, tried his best to overturn Qin Yao's heavy body, jumped up, and ran away in a panic. Qin Yao held the Gauss pistol in both hands and kept pulling the trigger. Each of the spirit-possessed bullets turned into a series of shock waves and hit Huang Zhan **** the back of the head. The direct hit made Huang Zhan's head tilt forward again and again. It took a long time after his body landed on the ground to continue jumping. stand up. “Whoosh…” “Boom!” Uncle Jiu controlled the Copper Coin Sword. He moved the sword in the air and struck Huang Zhan's back heart, knocking him down from mid-air and interrupting Huang Zhan's jumping rhythm. Chizuru, Qiu Sheng and the other three rushed forward, waving their respective magical weapons, and kept hitting Huang Zheng's body, causing sparks to fly. At the rear, Gu Gu grabbed the red-faced and excited little girl and asked, "Why are you going?" “I’m going to fight zombies.” Qingqing said.
“There are those men here, why are you joining in the fun? What if I get hurt again?” “I’m very good at fighting, Aunt Zhue.” Qingqing raised her small fist with an unconvinced look on her face. “Just be patient!” Aunt Sue didn’t care whether she was convinced or not. In her opinion, Senior Brother and the others had already gained the upper hand, and there was no need to stir up trouble. “This zombie is too hard, I can’t beat it!” On the battlefield, Qiu Sheng, who cut off the magic sword by force, quickly retreated and shouted loudly. Qin Yao put away his Gauss gun and quickly took over his position. He slapped Huang Zang twice and said, "Master Yixiu, have you brought poison?" He remembered very clearly that in the movie, the emperor was invulnerable, and the two-meter-long giant sword with four eyes broke his head when it was struck. In the end, it took a long dose of poison and a snake that drank glutinous rice water to kill him. Exploded to death inside... There is no need to question whether the plot of the movie is reasonable. After all, zombies have emerged, and it is not unusual for an old Chinese medicine doctor like Ikkyu to have poison similar to corpse powder in his hands. "Bring it with you. If you drink a bottle, even the stones will be corroded. The key is how to feed the zombies to drink." Ikkyu responded. "I'll control him." Qin Yao said, lowering his body, and kicked the emperor's leg hard with a powerful and heavy sweeping kick, sweeping him to the ground. “Boom.” Then, he jumped up, hit Huang Zheng **** the back, grabbed the other person's messy hair, and forcibly pulled his head up. Yixiu cooperated and came to the front of Huangzhang, took out a special wooden bottle from his arms, uncorked it and prepared it. “Pfft!” Uncle Jiu held a copper coin sword and struck Huang Zang on the face with his sword in the air. Huang Zheng roared angrily, opened his mouth wide, and Yixiu threw the entire bottle of poison into his mouth. "Roar, roar..." In an instant, the zombie seemed to feel pain, its body twitched desperately, and screamed in agony. “Is there more?” Qin Yao tried his best to suppress the thrashing Huang Zhan and shouted to Yixiu. Yixiu took out another paper package from his body, and looking at the right moment, he threw the entire package into Huang Zang's mouth. “Bang, bang, bang…” After the paper bag comes into contact with the zombie, it is like glutinous rice sprinkled on the zombie, exploding in its mouth.
When Uncle Jiu saw this, his heart moved. He rushed to Huang Zhan, took out a fire talisman, flicked it, and after the fire talisman burned, he immediately put it into Huang Zhan's mouth. With a bang, the Fire Talisman exploded, and a stream of golden fire flowed down Huang Zheng's mouth and straight into his lungs, burning fiercely in his belly. Feeling the heat under his body and Huang Zong's increasingly weak struggle, Qin Yao suddenly jumped up from him, stood with Uncle Jiu and others, silently watching the wisps of flames burning through the invulnerable zombie body, condensing into A humanoid fireball. After a long time, the flames gradually extinguished and the emperor ossified into withered bones. Uncle Jiu exhaled gently and ordered: "Qiu Sheng, Qin Yao, bury these withered bones and the zombies turned into by the villagers." “Yes, Master.” Qiu Sheng responded. “Little zombie, come and dig the soil.” Qin Yao waved with a smile. The little zombie shook his head repeatedly, stepped back step by step, and hid behind Gu Gu and Qingqing. If you call him to fight, he can do it; if you call him to work, he can't! The next day. Maoshan Punishment Hall. Shi Jian, dressed in a black and white robe, stood in the lobby on the first floor and glanced coldly at the members of the Yizhuang clan headed by Si Mu: "This morning, I received news that a zombie from the Manchu royal family broke out of the coffin and killed everyone. Hundreds of people... Four eyes, do you have anything to say about this?” Simu stood at the forefront of the Yizhuang clan and said in a deep voice: "That royal zombie has been eliminated." "That's not what I'm asking. What I'm asking is, who will be responsible for the hundreds of people who died tragically?" Shi Jian asked coldly. “The information you received is inaccurate, please listen to the information I have. First of all, there were not hundreds of victims, but a total of one hundred and thirty-seven. Secondly, this royal zombie was dug up by the Manchu survivors and prepared to be transported to the capital and buried in the imperial mausoleum. If you want to find someone responsible for this tragedy, go find those Manchu survivors with evil intentions. It’s up to you how to deal with them. "Simu responded. Shi Jian: “…” He will go to the Manchu Risity if he is crazy! "Stop shirking responsibility." After taking a breath silently, Shi Jian shouted: "Where is Qianhe?" “I’m here.” Qianhe walked out of the Yizhuang family. "Your apprentice failed to guard the place well, which caused the royal zombies to break out of the coffin and kill several...more than a hundred innocent people. How should this account be settled?" Shi Jian asked. Qianzhe lowered his eyes and said: "The mission that my four disciples took on, three died and one was seriously injured. Isn't this punishment enough?" "Of course it's not enough." Shi Jian said flatly: "Your apprentice's life is life, but the lives of those villagers are not life? Let alone three dead, even if they are all dead, it is not enough to wash away the sin." “What does the elder mean?” Qianzhe asked. "Immediately destroy your surviving disciple's cultivation and expel him from the school. We, Maoshan, cannot have such incompetent and sinful disciples." Shi Jian said: "Also, the teaching is not strict and the teacher is lazy. You need to take responsibility for this.” “Elder Shi Jian, this is a bit too much.” With cold eyes, he said: "I am deeply sorry for the more than one hundred people who died, but if such a consequence occurs, the four Maoshan disciples are not entirely responsible, let alone Qianhe.
Why, am I, Maoshan, so cold-blooded? The disciples managed to escape by chance, but their cultivation will be destroyed by the master? It is sad that the rabbit dies and the fox dies. Once this verdict is finalized as a fact, what will you make the ordinary disciples think? " "The execution hall is designed to make ordinary disciples feel afraid. If they don't even have fear, they will not take the punishment hall seriously. You say that the rabbit dies and the fox is sad, but in my opinion, killing one person is an example to others. With this case, it can serve as a warning to everyone Disciple, when accepting a task, act within your capabilities," Shi Jian said. “I don’t agree.” Shimu said firmly. “It’s useless if you disagree, I am the elder of the execution hall.” “I ask the master to make a decision.” Shi Jian's breath was stagnant and he said angrily: "As the saying goes, family scandals should not be made public. Why do you insist on bringing the internal affairs of my execution hall to the head?" With a sneer in his eyes, he said: "Family scandal? You are going to destroy your family's cultivation and plan to drive them out. What kind of family are you talking about?" "It's unreasonable." Shi Jian said angrily: "Simu, if you continue to protect your shortcomings like this, the prestige of the execution hall will be ruined, and you are destined to become a sinner." "I don't want to quarrel with you. Since we have differences, let me please That’s the ruling.” Simu waved his hand. Shi Jian: “…” Everyone in Maoshan knows that the most outstanding ability of the leader is to be harmonious with the mud. Let him rule... It must be that big things should be reduced to small things, and small things should be reduced to nothing. "In my opinion, the consequences of this matter are indeed very serious, but the nature does not need to rise to the level of punishment, and the hearts of the majority of Maoshan disciples cannot be chilled." Not long after, in Yuanfu Palace, the old master spoke earnestly to all the punishments Church members preached. Shi Jian's eyes narrowed: "How does the leader think it should be handled?" "Qianhe, after your injured disciple recovers from his injuries, let him come down from the mountain. From now on, he will no longer be my Maoshan disciple, but he will still be your Qianhe's disciple. Do you understand what I mean?" The old master said said. Chizuru knelt down on the ground, tears filling her eyes: "Thank you so much, Master!" Shi Jian opened his mouth, but in the end he said nothing. After all, it was something that had been anticipated, and with the psychological anticipation, it was less uncomfortable. “Get up.” The old master raised his arm, and then turned to look at Shi Jian: "As for lax teaching and laziness of teachers, this statement cannot be regarded as a standard of punishment. Otherwise, if it is implicated, should you admit your mistake and should I admit my mistake?" Shi Jian exhaled a breath and saluted, "Yes, the leader." The old boss nodded slowly: "Let's all go back, everyone performs their duties and does their job well." Shi Jian was filled with anger and clenched his teeth, but he couldn't even speak. He cupped his hands and walked out of the hall. The old head looked at his back and sighed slightly. Pity… If Shi Jian could have the character of that little bastard, he wouldn't be in a lot of grades and still struggling in the position of head. When I was young, I always longed for power and high status, but as I got older, I longed for a life of leisurely watching the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court, and quietly watching the clouds rolling in the sky.
A wicker chair and a book. A paper fan and a pot of tea. How wonderful! The more the old master thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. He took out a bronze mirror, used his finger as a pen and magic power as ink, and wrote Qin Yao's name in the air on the mirror. “Edict!” The old master gave a light scold, pressed one hand on the word "Qin Yao", and slowly pressed it into the mirror. When the characters entered the mirror, the mirror surface glowed with golden light, and then rippled like water ripples, revealing a picture... In the picture, the sun is shining brightly. Qin Yao is lying on a wicker chair in the pavilion, with his eyes closed, breathing long and even snoring slightly. On the stone bench beside him, a cute girl with bright eyes and good eyesight was holding a paper fan, fanning him gently while looking down at the books on the stone table. The feeling of peace and tranquility over time comes to my face... The old master stared at this picture, his breathing gradually became rapid. Slowly clenched your fists. "Master..." At this moment, the four eyes that had just left with everyone suddenly turned back and stood outside the hall and shouted. The old master took a deep breath, put the bronze mirror into his wide sleeves, and said: "Come in." "Master, your face looks a little gloomy, as if you are depressed...Are you okay?" Simu strode into the palace, looked up, and felt a thump in his heart. "Simu, do you have a feeling that today's young people are far less hardworking and serious than in the past." The old leader said. Four eyes: “???” Although he didn't understand, he still followed the other person's words and said: "Probably the environment has changed, the righteous path has become more prosperous, and the struggle has begun to turn from the bright side to the dark side. What many young people see in their eyes is peace in the world, and they no longer regard cultivation as the most important thing." important things." The old headmaster nodded and said seriously: "We are born in sorrow and die in happiness. We can't control others, and we don't want to, but our descendants cannot let them fall into depravity." With four eyes, he said: "I understand the leader, and from now on I will try my best to guide the disciples of the sect to pursue progress and live up to their time." "That's good." The old leader took out the bronze mirror that was still emitting a faint golden light from his sleeves and handed it to his eyes: "Why don't we start with him." Looking down with four eyes, he immediately connected with the old master and felt the same. His grandma’s. I am here to block Shi Jian and do the work for you, but you have a beautiful woman by your side, taking a sound nap. Why? ! "Master, I will go down the mountain to guide him now." Simu said with an evil look on his face. Old leader: "Guide me well. By the way, why did you go and come back?" "It's nothing serious. I mainly want to express my gratitude to the master in person." Simu exhaled a breath and said: "If it weren't for the support of the master, the punishment hall would really become Shi Jian's one-word hall."
Hearing this, the old leader immediately understood. It may be true to thank himself, but the main purpose of his return is to give Shi Jian eye drops. “The authority of the Xingtang serves the sect and will never become someone’s opinion.” The old head smiled and said: “If you find anything wrong in your future work, you can come to me at any time.” Those words were what Si Mu wanted, and he immediately clasped his fists and said, "Yes, Sect Leader...I'm going to Yizhuang first to warn that bastard." The old boss smiled and waved his hand: "Go ahead. If he refuses to listen to you, tell him that I am paying attention to him and tell him not to disappoint me." Nodding with four eyes, he returned to his residence with a belly full of sour water, took out the two-meter giant sword enshrined in front of the statue of the ancestor, carried the sword and went down the mountain. Yizhuang. Inside the pavilion. A gust of cool wind blew, and the hairs on Qin Yao's arms stood on end. He suddenly woke up and sat up with a sound. “Are you having a nightmare?” Nianying paused slightly while holding the paper fan and asked curiously. Qin Yao shook his head: "I didn't have any nightmares, I just felt a little flustered suddenly, or maybe something happened in Fucheng. I'm going to Fucheng to have a look, and the return date is uncertain. You just wait for me at home, don't just learn a few tricks and think Run away from home and travel around the world." “I know, there’s no need to explain it like this, I’m not a child.” Nianying stood up and saw her off. Qin Yao walked side by side to the gate and rubbed her little head: "Help me say a word to Master and Aunt Zhe, I won't go to say goodbye specifically." “Okay.” Nianying said obediently. Half an hour after Qin Yao left, with his legs pressed against the magical talisman and four eyes holding a two-meter giant sword in his hand, he broke into the Yizhuang and went straight to the pavilion. He put a book on his lap and looked confused. The impulsive little girl asked: "Nianying, where is your man??" (End of this chapter)