Chapter 91 Qianqiu VS Jiushu

After Qianqiu Daojun stood up, he grabbed a blank yellow paper on the table, then wrote a word of war on it with a cinnabar pen, and then shook it in his hand, and the yellow paper spontaneously burned up and went to the position of the young man.

"Hmm!" Uncle Jiu looked at the words of war appearing in the copper basin, snorted coldly, and then brushed it with his hand on the copper basin. With the movement of Uncle Jiu, the water in the basin floated and formed a water mirror in front of Uncle Jiu. After the water mirror, Uncle Jiu held a candle in one hand and grabbed a handful of glutinous rice in the other. After grabbing the glutinous rice, throw it at the water mirror.

After passing the candle, the glutinous rice made a roar, and then turned into a fire ball and went to the mage who could not see his face clearly in the water mirror.

After seeing the flying fireball, the mage in the water mirror pointed to the oil lamp on the table and said, "I want to play with fire!" I'll play with you." With the mage's gesture, the flame on the oil lamp immediately turned into a half-meter-high pillar of fire. After seeing the fire pillar forming, the mage's gesture changed and pointed to the flying fireball. With the change of the mage's gesture, the fire pillar that originally went up also turned a corner. And after extinguishing the fireball, he shot at Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Jiu took the candle, pointed to the flying pillar of fire, and then pointed to the candle in his hand.

Under the guidance of Uncle Jiu, the original thin pillar of fire in the tea cup slowly merged with the flame on the candle, making the fireworks of the candle higher and higher.

Un until the candle was melted by the strong flame, Uncle Jiu inserted the candle into the middle of the basin. After sitting the candle in the basin, Uncle Jiu stirred it in the basin with his fingers of both hands. With Uncle Jiu's action, the water in the basin turned faster and faster, and finally flew up from the edge of the candle, around the sprayed pillar of fire, and rushed against the mage in the water mirror.

Qianqiu Daojun over there looked at Uncle Jiu who wanted to put out the fire with water, picked up the wick in the oil lamp, and then splashed the oil in the oil lamp in the front of the bill. Looking at the splashed lamp oil on the ground, Qianqiu Daojun threw the wick in his hand on it, instantly turned into a sea of fire, and blocked the water dragon sent by Uncle Jiu with this ignited flame.

"The wind borrows the fire, and the fire grows majestic." With thegong fu of two sentences, Qianqiu Daojun pulled out the wind flag inserted on the bill and threw it into the fire. As the wind flag burns in the sea of fire, the fire before the Qianqiu Daojun Act is getting bigger and bigger, gradually suppressing the water dragon sent by Uncle Jiu. After pressing the water dragon, the flame suddenly soared and passed through the water mirror and rushed to the ninth uncle on the other side.

"There is no water!" After stirring a few times in the basin, Uncle Jiu, who found that the water had not risen, looked down and saw the empty basin and the paper man who was pressed under the candle.

Seeing that the water in the basin had run out, Uncle Jiu picked up the candle and pinched it, trying to use the candle to catch the fire again.

"Can you catch it!" Qianqiu Daojun looked at the blurred figure in the water mirror, sneered, and then quickly wrote a spiritual charm. After writing the charm, Qianqiu Daojun held the charm on his left hand and quickly wrote a fire word in the air with his right hand. Then he pointed to the ninth uncle in the water mirror and let the written charm fly to the water mirror. The rune paper went towards the water mirror with the gesture of Qianqiu Daojun. It was not burned by flames along the way, but emitted a red light.

"Zi, Zi, Zi." After passing through the water mirror, the rune paper was attached to the candle in Uncle Jiu's hand. After the rune paper came into contact with the candle, the candle immediately made a sound. Then the candle melted quickly at the speed visible to Uncle Jiu. No matter how he cast the spell, he could not stop the growing fire.

Looking at the fire that the candle was about to melt away, Uncle Jiu's palms quickly changed the method, and then pushed his middle finger to the candle and shouted; "Fire in the water, fire in the stone, fire in the wood, fire in the fire in the fire. Fire in the heart, anger in anger, jealousy in fire, three flavors of real fire.

With the rapid spell, a line of fire came out on Uncle Jiu's middle finger. And with this flame as thick as a thin line, those originally fierce flames were absorbed in one after another.

Seeing the flame, Qianqiu Daojun's face changed, and then hurriedly asked: "Three flavors are really hot! Who are you?"

Listening to the words from the water mirror, Uncle Jiu, who couldn't hear what the other party was talking about because of the function of the water mirror, had to reluctantly identify and say, "Maoshan sent thousands of machines."

"Thousands of machines!" Qianqiu Daojun's face changed greatly when he heard this, because he never expected that he would be his younger brother who fought against him.

"Three flavors of real fire" After saying that, Uncle Jiu pointed to the water mirror and let the fire line pass through the water mirror.

Qianqiu Daojun looked at the flame that came straight at him, pressed one hand on his eyebrows shining with thunder and lightning marks, and hit the flame with electric light in the other hand.

With a roar, the thunder and lightning, after struggling to extinguish the flames, they passed through the water mirror and hit Uncle Jiu's bill fiercely, smashing Uncle Jiu's bill to pieces. After the roar, the ninth uncle, who was blown out by the aftershock, was suddenly taken into his arms by Wen Cai behind him.

"Master, you look so bad! Are you all right?" Wen Cai looked at the explosion on Uncle Jiu's head and asked worriedly.

Uncle Jiu wiped his face with his sleeve and did not answer Wen Cai, but questioned the water mirror: "Your Excellency is so smart Leifa! It seems that this cloud art has been cultivated by you. If you have such cultivation, you can't be an unknown person. Tell me, which sect are you from that dares to use his life-recovery to harm others!"

After hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Qianqiu Daojun's face turned pale, wiped the sweat on his head, and replied, "You don't care who I am. As for his soul-saving skill, I had no choice but to do it for the first time this time. I have just left my hand, otherwise it will not be the table that will be smashed. You are not my opponent. I think you should leave this matter alone. You should know that I also have difficulties. You just open one eye and close the other this time. Don't embarrass us. I promise to fly far away and never come again.

Uncle Jiu retorted as soon as he heard it, "I'm wearing a gossip fairy clothes. Even if your thunder method is powerful, I may not be afraid of you. And the person you resurrect with his life-rection will only become the immortal corpse demon, and you will have to drink blood for a living in the future. How can you let me open one eye and turn a blind eye!"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Wen Cai looked straight at the robe on Uncle Jiu's body and asked, "Master, isn't your dress in the market? Did I spend half an ocean to customize it for you? Why did it become so powerful!"

Uncle Jiu listened and stared and said, "If you don't speak, can you die!"

"Oh!" Wen Cai answered and lowered his head.

On the other side, Qianqiu Daojun gradually regained the red light on his face after taking an elixir and explained, "If you drink blood, you may not only drink human blood. I will prepare chicken blood for him in the future, and duck blood will be fine!" You don't have to fight with me for this.

Uncle Jiu listened and replied resolutely: "Since ancient times, good and evil have been unconsidered. You have killed 12 people with forbidden spells. I must get justice for those who have died, otherwise I don't have the ability to kill demons.

Hearing that Uncle Jiu called himself a demon and a foreigner, a trace of anger flashed on Qianqiu Daojun's face; "Qianji, I was also forced to do so. Now I have given you my face. I think you'd better not to bully others too much."

Uncle Jiu shook his head and said, "Just is good, evil is evil. Before I went down the mountain, I swore to the portrait of my grandfather that I will take the elimination of demons and defend the way in my life. So your demon way of killing with magic for your own self-interest is no longer giving me face.

At this time, Qianqiu Daojun narrowed his eyes, couldn't see the joy and anger on his face, and asked in a low voice, "You like to be nosy so much, so we can't discuss it!"

Uncle Jiu replied in a loud voice, "My disciple of Maoshan School has been righteous since ancient times, so it's useless to say more. Unless you hand over the corpse demon, I will take care of this idle matter."

"Okay, what a hateful Taoist priest! Maoshan is promising and prosperous!" Qianqiu Daojun said a few words repeatedly, with a cold smile on his face. "The next day is long, the Taoist priest's spell, I will learn it next time." After saying this, Qianqiu Daojun waved to the water mirror. After the water mirror was closed, Qianqiu Daojun sat on the futon in a daze, recalling Uncle Jiu's words, and fell into the memory of his childhood for a moment.

"Master, why is my name called Qianqiu!" Under the old tree of the Taoist temple, a seven- or eight-year-old child asked a middle-aged man with a serious face.

The middle-aged man listened, stroked the child's head and said, "I, Maoshan, have been a decent Taoist who exorcism and defend the Taoism since ancient times. When you grow up, you will also be like those Maoshan ancestors, exorcism and defend the Taoism and hate evil."

The child listened and looked happy and said, "Master, I know. I will be the evil Maoshan Taoist priest in the future. I also want to carry forward Maoshan and let the whole world know the name of my hatred and the wrong style of killing.

"If you can kill mistakes, don't let go!" After being stunned, the middle-aged man clapped his hands with a smile; "Okay, okay, okay. The master will cheer for you at that time."

Qianqiu Daojun stood up from the futon, like a staggering old man, and came to the side of the stone platform with difficulty. Standing in front of the stone platform, Qianqiu Daojun stroked his son's face tremblingly and said, "Huier! Huier! Dad is wrong. He lives and dies. Dad shouldn't save you. After saying this, Qianqiu Daojun gritted his teeth and slowly raised his right hand.

"Dad saves me, Dad saves me, there are zombies, there are zombies! I want to go back to Maoshan. I want my mother. I won't sneak out again. Just after Qianqiu Daojun raised his hand, the young man said as if he had a nightmare. And with the vague words, his whole body struggled violently.

Qianqiu Daojun listened to his son's words and burst into tears. He put down his hand and picked it up again, and put it down, and hesitated and couldn't do it. After a while, Qianqiu Daojun looked at his sleeping son and said helplessly, "The tiger doesn't eat the son, that's all. Only the one named Qin Hui knows about you. Anyway, he is not a good person. I'm going to kill them now to make you worry-free. And when I return to Maoshan, I'm locking you in a secret room so that you can never go down the mountain for the evil world.

After saying this, Qianqiu Daojun sighed, then covered the Taoist robe on the young man's body and staggered out of the cave.