Poison Demon Immortal

Chapter 277

The weird fingering behind the small hook really contained a sonic martial art.

Although the power of this sonic martial art is still too weak, sooner or later, Jiu Ji will perfect it completely.

Looking up at the sun on the water, it was almost noon.

Jiuji put the imitation of the main song pipa back into the storage bag, and then floated to the surface of the water with his toes.

Bibo Harbor.

On the pier where people come and go.

A clatter.

A human head suddenly floated out of the water.

A naked man emerged from the water.

It wasn't that Jiuji was not wearing nothing. He had a cloth around his waist, and three storage bags were still tied inside. In addition, a storage ring made of black jade was also worn on the index finger of his right hand.

Several busy people in the port looked at Jiuji blankly, not understanding why someone suddenly appeared here.

Jiuji left alone regardless of other people's eyes.

Simply no one paid attention to this slow-moving, bare-backed man.

After about a stick of incense.

A man wearing a black cloth gown, carrying a replica of the Jiuqu Pipa, and holding a blind stick in his hand came under the black armored boat again.

Just when Jiuji was about to walk up the plank road.

Two people came down from the black armored boat hand in hand.

One is a slender woman in court attire with a veil on her face.

The other was just a big, one-armed, reckless man with a broken hand.

These two people's cultivation bases are not weak, they are definitely in the upper three realms.

Jiuji simply sat on the stone pier again.

Ding ding dong dong began to play...

The two approached Jiuji...

"Fairy Shi... Can the Remnant Palace really allow people to make up for the incompleteness of the body?" the reckless man asked.

"It's true."

"Then dare to ask where Fairy Shi is missing?"

"Did you not see me wearing a veil?"

"Oh I got it."

The two passed by Jiuji, not paying attention to the blind man at all.

When the two are far away...

Jiuji is still playing the pipa.

The martial arts of the man with the broken arm and the disfigured woman were both extremely high, the man with the broken arm had at least a second rank of martial arts, and the disfigured woman was even of the first rank just like himself.

The person who lives in the highest attic on the black armored ship is not the person with the highest cultivation level.

In fact, this is also very understandable...

Those who lived in the highest attic were members of the Tian Cang League. They were the owners of the ship, so they naturally wanted to live better. Although the woman had a high level of cultivation, she was just like herself as a guest.

As the so-called guest does as he pleases.

Ding dong.

A copper plate fell in front of Jiuji.

A passer-by gave Jiuji a copper coin.

Acting plays a full set.

A beggar must have a broken bowl.

My broken bowl seemed to have fallen into the water yesterday.

Jiuji picked up the copper plate, then came to the edge of the river embankment, and reached into the water.

A Powan who sank into the water was sucked up by Jiuji's magical power of borrowing power from the void.

This is not something that a second-rank martial artist can do. Only a first-rank martial artist with three radiances gathered at the top can barely do it through dense water.

No one pays attention to a blind beggar, even if someone pays attention, they will only think that he picked up a broken bowl by the side of the road.

There are still a few copper plates from begging yesterday in this broken bowl.

With a broken bowl in one hand and a blind stick in the other, Jiuji walked towards the plank road of the black armored boat.

Exactly at this time.

A figure passed by Jiuji and stepped onto the plank road first.

The man was tall and thin, with a bald head and no thumb on his right hand.

Isn't this old Wutou, a craftsman in Gudufang?
The big finger of old Wutou was cut off by Jiuji himself.

This makes some sense.

Others boarded the ship with severed hands and feet or disfigured faces. This old Wu head was originally intact, but Jiuji deliberately cut off his thumb and deliberately boarded the ship.

What does this mean?
This shows that he boarded the ship not just to restore his thumb, but for other purposes.

"Old Wutou, don't go!" Jiuji, with his eyes closed, called to stop Old Wutou.

Old Wutou stopped immediately, and he looked at Jiuji suspiciously, but found that he didn't know this person.

Although Jiuji and Lao Wutou met once in the ancient capital square, Jiuji was wearing an iron mask and black clothes at that time.

But now Jiuji is wearing a blind stick with his eyes closed, holding a broken bowl, and carrying a pipa on his back. He is completely different from the black-clothed masked man before, so Old Wutou can't recognize him at all.

"Who are you?" Old Wutou asked warily.

"My name is Jiuji."

"I don't know you." Old Wu said with a frown.

At the beginning, Jiuji used the pseudonym Tan Yongji in Gudu Fang, so naturally he didn't know Jiuji.

"I don't know you either." Jiuji replied.

"Then why can you call me by my name?"

"Is Old Wutou your name? I don't know. Just now someone whispered in my ear that he wanted to restore the light, so he called you by your name." Jiuji replied.

"Hmph! What's the use of just calling me by my name, unless..." Old Wu Tou stopped talking when he said this, and he was shocked to see that there was a black token in the broken bowl of the blind man Jiuji.

God's order!
Someone actually threw a Heavenly Disability Token into this blind man's broken bowl, and that person even knew him.

Old Wu raised his eyes and looked around.

The pier is densely packed with people.

The ghost knows which expert helped this blind man.

Of course, there is another possibility, that is, the expert does not exist.

It was simply that the blind man recognized himself.

But can a blind man recognize himself?

Old Wutou came to Jiuji's eyes and punched him out.

The fist landed on Jiuji's forehead.

Jiuji remained motionless.

Old Wu shook his hand twice again.

Jiuji, who had his eyes closed, remained motionless.

"What are you shaking in front of me?" Jiuji asked suddenly.

"You really are not blind!" Old Wu said with a vigilant expression.

"The wind hits my face."

Old Wu put his hand in front of his face and shook it.

Nima...it really is windy.

Old Wutou looked at Jiuji with scrutiny, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Who told you to call me by my name?"

"I don't know." Jiuji shook his head and said.

Old Wutou stretched out his intact left hand, grabbed Jiu Ji's broken bowl, and took out the Tian Can Token inside, but after all he did, Jiu Ji did not move.

Old Wutou squinted his eyes slightly and played around for a long time before returning the Tian Can Order.

God can make him already have one piece, so it is meaningless to ask for two pieces.

"Come up with me."

"Thank you...Old Wutou." Jiuji, wearing a blind cane, followed Old Wutou up the plank road.

The two walked up the plank road hand in hand.

The wooden plank road was wobbly, but Jiuji was still able to keep up with the broken bowl with his blind stick.

Old Wutou watched vigilantly...

He didn't understand Jiuji's identity, and he couldn't guess Jiuji's purpose. It would be fine if he just let himself be brought on board.

The two walked to the end of the plank road together.

A young man in white came out, cupped his hands at old Wutou and Jiuji and said, "Do you two have credentials?"

Old Wu tapped the storage bag and took out the Heavenly Disability Order.

Old Wutou no longer has a thumb, and he only uses four fingers to hold the Tiancan Token, which looks extremely weird.

After the white-clothed young man checked the Tiancan Token, he returned the Tiancan Token to Old Wutou.

Then this white-clothed young man caught the Heavenly Disability Order in Jiuji's broken bowl.

After the same inspection, the young man in white returned the Tiancan Token to Jiuji.

With a flick of his hand, Jiuji put the Tiancan Token into the storage bag.

"You really are a practitioner!" Old Wutou said coldly.

"I didn't say no."

"You..." Old Wu was speechless.

"Two friends... The guest rooms on the second floor are already full. There is only one room on the deck of the ship, and there can only be one person. Which one of you two will live?"

"I live!" Old Wutou said immediately.

(End of this chapter)