Uncle Jiu refuses to accept disciples, I realize the practice method by myself

Chapter 5

He strode to Dong Xiaoyu's grave.

boom.

The hoe hit the ground.

"You... what are you going to do?" Dong Xiaoyu's cold voice suddenly sounded.

It seems to be frightened and angry.

With a smile on his face, Zhao Ying said quietly, "Don't you admire me?"

"I'll dig you out, and you and I will communicate face to face. If you're right, it doesn't matter if Zhao and you are happy."

"..." Dong Xiaoyu was so angry that she lost her voice.

"It seems that you agree with me to do this. Miss Dong really has a deep affection for Zhao."

Zhao Ying seemed a little flattered, and swung his hoe, digging down the first piece of soil on Dong Xiaoyu's grave.

"Stop!" A sharp scream came from the tomb.

All of a sudden, a gust of wind blew up on the ground.

"Miss Dong is so caring. She was afraid that I would sweat, and she even blows the air for me." Zhao Ying waved the hoe like flying, and the grass and soil on the grave were constantly being lifted.

"My surname is Zhao, you are a terrible bastard." Dong Xiaoyu roared angrily.

The voice hit her ears, and Zhao Ying shivered subconsciously. She felt a chill down her spine, and the hairs on her neck stood on end.

"Miss Dong is not very good at swearing! How can a bastard be enough in this situation." Zhao Ying couldn't help laughing.Wielding the hoe continuously, he dug out a big hole in Dong Xiaoyu's tomb.

Thanks to the body that has been practicing martial arts since childhood, and the strength has grown again through strong boxing exercises, he does not feel tired at all when doing physical work.A hoe is held in the hand, as if it weighs nothing, and the hoe is like flying, and the wind is loud.

After digging for a long time, I didn't sweat a drop.

Dong Xiaoyu kept yelling and cursing. It seemed that Zhao Ying had woken her up just now, but now she was already greeting Zhao Ying's ancestors.

The sound of cursing and the sound of hoes piercing the air came and went.

The more Dong Xiaoyu scolded, the faster Zhao Ying dug, as if she was competing with her.

Without much effort, one side of the tomb was planed to be as high as the ground.

"Stop digging, I'll tell you everything I know, and I'll stay away from you from now on..." Suddenly, Dong Xiaoyu's bitter cursing turned into tears.

Like a little girl who has been bullied, pitifully begging for mercy.

Zhao Ying didn't answer, but the speed of swinging the hoe gradually slowed down.

Dong Xiaoyu felt that he had agreed, and said in a tearful voice: "In the past two years, a man in black often came to that cemetery, and every time he came, he carried a bucket of blood. If the talisman emits red light, it will sink into the graveyard without leaving a trace."

"That man wears a pair of round-rimmed glasses, looks young, and speaks like an old man."

"Don't talk about it, I don't want to hear it." Zhao Ying said calmly, and the speed of swinging the hoe increased again.

call out!
As soon as the words fell, a violent wind rose out of nowhere on the grave, and immediately a piercing scream sounded loudly.

"You don't keep your promise!" Dong Xiaoyu screamed, obviously very angry.

Zhao Ying didn't change his face, the old god said: "Did I promise you? When did I say anything? You still threaten me with your brain!"

"..."

The wind was whistling.

There was no more sound from the tomb.

Until Zhao Ying leveled the soil on the other side, Dong Xiaoyu's cold and resentful voice sounded again.

"My surname is Zhao, you will suffer retribution for destroying my private house..."

The sound permeated the whole field, the lingering sound was endless, the yin energy around the tomb shot out, the blue sky and daylight turned into a ghost cave, it was really scary.

boom!
Zhao Ying hit the tombstone with a backhand hoe.

Continue to swing the hoe, digging the last layer of soil.

A complete wooden coffin exposed the edge.

After cleaning up the mud on the coffin board, Zhao Ying had a clear view of the coffin.

With professional knowledge, he recognized the material of the coffin.

elm.

I also saw that seven iron nails were ordered on the coffin lid to seal the coffin.

"The elm coffin, with seven-star nails, has been buried deep for many years and is still in good condition. Dong Xiaoyu...you actually raised a yin coffin?" Zhao Ying looked surprised.

He is in the coffin business, so he naturally knows how rare a coffin is.

Yin coffins have the ability to hide and nourish souls.

His family has been in the coffin shop business for several generations, and his ancestors passed down a book of secret records for making various coffins, on which there are records of Yin coffins.

There are only two ways to make a yin coffin.

One is to look for a kind of wood that grows in the shade, and use the blood of cats, snakes...these kind of beasts that are born with the ability to pass through the shade to soak the shade wood as raw materials.

The second is that ghosts and ghosts have been nourishing the yin house with their own yin energy for many years, and they can raise a yin coffin over time.

There is a saying in Zhao Ying's ancestral coffin-making secret records, "The corpse of the dead is placed in the coffin, and it is difficult to find the ghosts of the underworld. The soul stays in the body, and after a long time, it will gather the yin and come out of the shell, and it will turn into a ghost."

"I'm not afraid to tell you, I am under the command of the Ghost General Xishan, and this Yin coffin is also raised by the Ghost General. If you dare to open the Yin coffin, it will ruin his plan..."

click!
Squeak... squeak...ah!

Zhao Ying used a hoe to pry the coffin board.

"what!"

As the coffin board opened a gap, the sound of burning oil suddenly sounded in the coffin, followed by screams.

boom!
The last iron nail was lifted from the coffin, and strong Yin Qi surged from the gap.

"Ah...ah...ah!"

Dong Xiaoyu screamed again and again as if she had been seriously injured.

Just as Zhao Ying was about to lift the coffin lid, Dong Xiaoyu's sinister and resentful voice suddenly exploded in the coffin.

"I use... the resentful soul as a curse, and the person who opened my... coffin will have no sons or grandchildren, and will die... fierce death, and there will be no good end!"

"Resentful souls... ghost curses, immortality!"

"Curse me?" Zhao Ying sneered at the sound, showing no signs of fear.Throwing away the hoe, he took off his trousers, "I will let you taste the urine of a boy for more than 20 years."

stand up.

Show off your spear.

Noisy!
A straight line of water rushed into the coffin along the opened gap.

laugh!
laugh!
Accompanied by the sound of boiling oil, Dong Xiaoyu seemed to be drained of strength, and the screams gradually became weak.

There is an old legend in this world that boy urine can control zombies and evil spirits. Zhao Ying has practiced martial arts since childhood, and his yang energy is like a raging furnace. His boy urine is extremely lethal to evil spirits.

"what!"

"what!"

Dong Xiaoyu seemed to be being tortured alive, screaming and wailing, struggling in the coffin.The whole coffin shook violently, and the coffin boards swayed left and right, but it was strange that they didn't fall off.

Unmoved, Zhao Ying lifted her pants and picked up the hoe again.

One hoe after another was swung out, making the coffin boards thump and thump.He had a whole body of strength at least three to five hundred catties, but when he hit the coffin board, there was only the sound of gold and iron intertwined, not even a white mark was left.

This elm coffin has been nourished by Yin Qi all year round. Although it is made of wood, it has long been as strong as gold and iron.

"As expected of a rare Yin coffin, it really is not afraid of iron objects." Zhao Ying thought.

In fact, he had expected it a long time ago, this action was just to test whether the Yin coffin was really as it was recorded in the coffin-making secret record.

He tried to use the hoe to pry the gap in the coffin board again. The seven coffin nails that sealed the coffin had been separated from the coffin. He thought that he would be able to pry the coffin lid off without much effort, but he couldn't pry it off as he continued to increase his strength. a cent.

The coffin board seemed to be firmly sucked.

"Dong Xiaoyu, you really have some skills!" Zhao Ying sneered.

Although the yin coffin has the power to store and nourish the soul, and is as strong as gold and iron, it is not difficult to open the coffin as long as the seven coffin nails are opened.

Obviously, this is Dong Xiaoyu's mischief.

Zhao Ying didn't think about actually opening the coffin lid in this attempt.Although he has a quick temper, he will not be reckless enough to try his own method to see if Dong Xiaoyu's curse is fulfilled.

There are many ghosts and ghosts, and he can't guarantee that Dong Xiaoyu's ghost spell is just empty words.

Zhao Ying threw away the hoe, turned her head to get a basket from her mother's grave, and headed towards a forest.Not long after, he returned to Dong Xiaoyu's grave with a large back of dry firewood on his back.

Pour all the dry wood around the coffin, and then light a fire from the side.

The dry firewood burned quickly, and the flames were blazing, and they were burning vigorously.Zhao Ying picked up a piece of burning dry wood and threw it in along the crack of the coffin.

laugh!
As soon as I put it in, I heard a chirp, and a puff of green smoke came out.

The flames in the coffin went out.

The flames outside were still burning vigorously, but the coffin seemed to be completely unafraid of the flames, it didn't change at all.

Zhao Ying didn't change his face, picked up a few more one after another, and threw them in.

laugh.

off.

laugh.

off.

Zhao Ying continued to add firewood in a leisurely manner.

He was in no hurry.

The yin energy in Dong Xiaoyu's body cannot be endless, it will always be exhausted.

It was not yet noon, and the sun had not yet reached its strongest.At noon, it is the time when the yang energy between heaven and earth is the most prosperous.

Sunshine is the nemesis of evil spirits and zombies.

Dong Xiaoyu was able to absorb the lid of the coffin, but could not completely close the lid.Suffering from sun damage all the time, her yin energy is constantly being consumed. Once the yang energy in the world reaches its peak, the loss of yin energy will reach the extreme.

What Zhao Ying is doing now is exacerbating the loss of her yin energy.

"Ah...ah!"

As time passed, Dong Xiaoyu's screams in the coffin gradually became inaudible, and the sound was like a dying bird or beast.

"Why bother? Hurry up and open the coffin lid yourself, so you don't have to suffer from it." Zhao Ying held up a firewood and threw it into the crevice. Once the firewood was extinguished, he took it out and lit it again.

"Stop... think about it, you... black-hearted... bastard." Dong Xiaoyu roared weakly in the coffin.

The venom in the voice has reached the extreme.

(End of this chapter)