Chapter 70 Children, times have changed At sunset, the sunset is burning. Renjiazhen. Yizhuang. Uncle Jiu was wearing a cotton coat and a Taoist robe. He stood upright in the main room in front of a desk. He held a brush in his hand, dabbed cinnabar, and drew runes one after another on pieces of yellow paper. Unlike Qin Yao who practiced by drawing talismans, based on Uncle Jiu's current level of spell cultivation at the sixth level of Earth Master, the aura generated by drawing talismans is far from being able to meet the needs of promotion. Therefore, the talismans drawn now are basically to meet the needs of daily life. need. "Master, there is a swordsman outside, claiming to be a scholar from Kunlun, and wants to see you." Suddenly, Wencai hurried in and said loudly. “Kunlun Swordsman?” Uncle Jiu was slightly startled. I have forgotten how long it has been since I heard this name. In my memory, the rumored Yan Chixia is already the last of the Kunlun lineage. So, where did this Kunlun scholar come from?
"Yes, Master, he is wearing a long robe and holding an iron sword. He is dressed like an ancient person." Wencai said. Uncle Jiu hesitated for a moment, then hung up his brush: "Bring people in, don't be rude." “Yes, Master.” Shao Qing, a young man with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a powerful look followed Wen Cai into the lobby, clasped his fists and said: "Yan Wuya, the post-Kunlun scholar, pays homage to Senior Maoshan." Uncle Jiu looked at him carefully and returned the greeting: "With all due respect, may I ask you which Kunlun lineage you are from?" Yan Wuya said without thinking: "I came from the lineage of Yan Chixia, and the founder of Kaimai is Yan Shier." Uncle Jiu’s mouth twitched. Okay. Yan Chixia is the most famous swordsman in Kunlun, and this emerging swordsman is of Yan Chixia's lineage... How can there be such a coincidence in the world? “Mr. Yan…” “Senior, you should call me Wuya, it sounds nice to you.” Yan Wuya said quickly. Uncle Jiu paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, Wuya, what do you want from me?" "Next door to Sunwang Town, a bronze-armored corpse was dug up in Xiaowang Village and killed many villagers. After receiving the news, the younger generation invited heroes from all walks of life to do justice for heaven. Unfortunately, people's hearts were not ancient, and there were only a few responses. Five people came, including me, who are no match for the bronze-armored corpse. I accidentally heard about Uncle Jiu’s reputation in Renjiazhen and came here to pay a visit and respectfully ask Uncle Jiu to come out and remove the corpse." Yan Wuya said with a sincere face. . “Bronze-armored corpse…” Uncle Jiu’s eyes changed slightly. Ordinary monks are divided into realms of heaven, earth and human beings, and zombies also have a set of standards for dividing their strength. Under normal circumstances, the standards from low to high are: White zombie - Black zombie - Jumping zombie - Flying zombie - Drought zombie - Jian. Among them, white zombies refer to the time when a corpse has just become a zombie. White hair will grow on the body and cover the whole body. The zombies in this period are the weakest and their strength is not much greater than that of ordinary people. They mainly look scary. A typical example is Ren Fa, Ren Master. When the white zombie swallows enough essence and blood, the white hair on its body will turn black, and it will turn into a black zombie. At this time, the zombie's combat power will greatly increase, and it will be difficult for three or five ordinary people to subdue it.
After a hundred years, the black hair on the body has faded away, the walking is no longer crooked, and the main focus is jumping. The corpse energy in the body is transformed into the corpse element, which is the realm of corpse jumping. Of course, if there is nourishment from Feng Shui treasures, the hundred-year time limit can be shortened. For example, for example, Mr. Ren was born with jumping stiffness. It is worth mentioning that there are three, six or nine levels of jumping zombies. The lowest is the iron-armored corpse, followed by the bronze-armored corpse, the silver-armored corpse, the gold-armored corpse, the drill...of course there is no drill, and the highest is the gold-armored corpse. When the golden-armored corpse drinks enough blood, gathers enough energy, breaks through its own restrictions, and is able to fly, it is said to be a flying zombie. The Drought Demon and the Jian are almost mythical. The secular world does not allow such awesome things to appear, so I won’t go into details here. Speaking of which, a bronze-armored corpse is actually as powerful as an Earth Master. In Uncle Jiu's opinion, Yan Wuya was not considered a loser since he was able to escape unharmed after provoking the bronze-armored corpse. evening. The bright moon is crescent. Yan Wuya brought Jiu Shu, Qiu Sheng, and Mao Shanming, who had just come to make soy sauce, to a mountain col and introduced the five companions to them one by one. Uncle Jiu nodded. In fact, he didn’t even remember who was who. He asked, “Where is the bronze-armored corpse?” "Senior, don't be anxious, let's figure out how to fight later and divide the work well." Yan Wuya said. “I am faster and can distract him.” A man holding a long knife said coldly. “I’m good at sneak attacks. I’ll focus on his rear later and try to find out if I can find his weaknesses.” A dwarf-like knight raised his dagger. The middle-aged man wearing cotton armor and holding a spear in his hand with a weathered face said: "I stabbed his throat and eyes." … After a while, six people, including Yan Wuya, expressed their plans one after another, and then all looked at Uncle Jiu. Uncle Jiu paused for a moment, then coughed dryly and said, "I'll just take a look..." Could this be something that happened just by looking at it? For a time, a trace of suspicion emerged in the hearts of the six of them. This ninth uncle of Renjia Town must not be a showman. Later. A terrifying zombie wearing an official uniform of the Qing Dynasty and a black gauze hat on its head, with its arms stretched out and its feet constantly jumping, passed by the mountain col and appeared in front of everyone. “Senior, we’re going to go ahead. You’ll look for an opportunity to kill him.” Yan Wuya had a solemn look on his face and slowly drew out the iron sword in his hand. I don’t know whether he sensed their breath or smelled the aroma of their flesh and blood. The jumping zombie outside the mountain suddenly stopped and turned to look. “No need.” Uncle Jiu shook his head and waved to Wen Cai who was standing behind him. Wencai immediately opened the box in his arms, took out an object, and delivered it to Uncle Jiu. “咻.” “Boom!” A moment later, a group of heroes were dumbfounded as they watched the bronze-armored corpse’s head being torn apart. Their bodies seemed to have been struck by a talisman, and they froze in place, motionless.
Uncle Jiu silently admired the power of the Gauss pistol in his heart, but his face was very calm: "It's solved, you can handle the aftermath yourself." Yan Wuya: “…” Five heroes: “…” They reacted, but they just couldn't accept it for a while. A Taoist priest from Maoshan did not use magic weapons or talismans to get rid of zombies. Instead, he took out a pistol in front of everyone and destroyed the zombies with one shot... This kind of scene and picture instantly destroyed their spiritual world and caused them to have deep doubts about life. “Senior, I don’t understand. Is this how you fight zombies in Maoshan?” After a long, long time, Yan Wuya swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked with difficulty. Uncle Jiu shook his head: "No, to be honest, this is my first time using this thing. Times have changed, and we have no boundaries, and we must keep up with the tide of the times." Yan Wuya: “…” A group of heroes: “…” What a wave. It’s so trendy. Very advanced. That makes **** sense! (End of this chapter)
