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

Chapter 6

"Miss Dong is really good at seeing people!"

"Zhao is not only black-hearted, but also hard-hearted." Zhao Ying is not ashamed.

He never felt decent.

Helping the poor and the poor only depends on his mood, and taking personal revenge is his nature, which has always been his character.

"That's why today... I will make you die." Zhao Ying said coldly.

This is Dong Xiaoyu's point.

His surname, Zhao, has always been evil-minded, so it's fine if he has no grudges, but if there is a grudge, if he doesn't get revenge immediately, he will feel unhappy all over his body.

"Black heart... rotten liver, stinky... Shameless, bad death... Beast..."

"You... such a wicked... bastard, if you die... you will definitely go to ten...eight levels of hell."

Dong Xiaoyu cursed sharply.

Nai He was severely injured, his voice was as low as a mosquito, and he couldn't hear it clearly unless he listened carefully.

Zhao Ying was unmoved, and said quietly: "Miss Dong can still swear at people, it seems that she won't die for a while, I heard that willow branches can fight ghosts, why don't we try it too?"

Before Dong Xiaoyu could respond, Zhao Ying turned and walked towards the forest.

This mountain forest is vast and rich in resources, and the trees are flourishing. It is not difficult to find willows.In less than a stick of incense, he returned with a bundle of willow branches.

The yin coffin was still emitting a cloudy air, and it flowed like a spring, and the gray air flow from it was visible to the naked eye.Dong Xiaoyu's shrill screams could be heard endlessly, echoing on the top of the mountain from time to time.

Zhao Ying put down the willow branches, took out one and held them together.

After waving his hands a few times, the willow branches pierced the air and made a whistling sound.

He had an inexplicable smile on his face, and he felt familiar with holding a long leather whip.

"Is Miss Dong happy? Hold on, I'm going to start again."

A willow branch extended into the coffin through the gap.

"what……"

Dong Xiaoyu screamed in pain.

The shrill screams were mixed with howls of pain, like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered, at the moment of its death.

Her voice was already weak, but at this moment her voice became louder again.

"Does it hurt so much?" Zhao Ying said something sarcastic, her hands kept moving, and she kept stirring the willow branches.

Every time the willow branches flicked, the chirping and chirping in the coffin became louder, and the gray and cloudy air escaping from the coffin was as thick as black ink at this moment.

"This gameplay is quite exciting!"

Zhao Ying suddenly had a weird idea, which scared him so much that he shook his head and denied it.Zhao has always been straightforward, how can he be so perverted!
Dong Xiaoyu must have influenced me, let's see.

Zhao Ying grabbed another willow branch and bowed left and right.

Hey!

He was happy, but Dong Xiaoyu suffered, and she was unable to swear a word after repeated torture.The faint wailing also gradually fell silent until there was no movement at all.

The black yin energy in the coffin was still overflowing, and it became thinner when exposed to the sunlight.Originally, it came out in balls and balls, but now it has turned into strands.

At this time, Zhao Ying grabbed a burning dry firewood and threw it in.

In an instant!

boom.

An open flame was lit from the coffin, and the extinguished dry wood in the coffin was also ignited.

The crackling sound continued.

The fire comes fast, grows faster, and burns more and more vigorously.Zhao Ying kept moving the firewood, and threw the unburned dry firewood into the coffin.

The burnt smell spread, as if the bones in the coffin were already burning.

Zhao Ying squatted down, looked in through the gap, and vaguely saw a white bone floating in the flames, and some parts had been blackened by the smoke.

He continued to add firewood.

Flames started to burst out from the gap in the coffin lid, Zhao Ying gave up, picked up the remaining bundle of willow branches and walked to the side.

He thought that the flames should not dry the willow branches dry, and if Dong Xiaoyu still made any movement, he would save it and strike again.

Zhao Ying was muttering in his heart when he suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from the mountain road.

The sound is getting closer and closer, approaching the top of the mountain.

"Someone is here!" Zhao Ying turned her head and looked towards the mountain road, "No accident, it should be Uncle Li who invited Uncle Jiu."

Reliable.

At the front end, he deliberately told Uncle Li that he was being stalked by a female ghost by borrowing a hoe, in order to give himself a backhand.In case I can't handle Dong Xiaoyu by myself, Uncle Jiu will come to the rescue and clean up the mess.

Uncle Li is a warm-hearted person, Zhao Ying believes that he will not just watch him face the female ghost alone, and will definitely ask Uncle Jiu to help.

Zhao Ying is bold and quick-tempered, but not restless.Although he acted crisply and neatly, he acted first and then acted.

Since it is necessary to do something, Dong Xiaoyu cannot be allowed to live until night no matter what.

At night, there is no sunlight restriction, and ghosts can freely enter and exit the yin house.If he wants to dig the opponent's grave, he must take advantage of the blue sky and daylight to knock the opponent out of his wits, otherwise at night, he will face the opponent's counterattack.

Zhao Ying had already thought about it.

Such deep enmity, even if the family has the protection of gods and gods, it is not safe.

If Dong Xiaoyu is allowed to escape, it will be a future trouble.

Since ancient times, there is no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days.Things have to be done absolutely to get it done once and for all.

Not long after, I saw a group of three people go up to the top of the mountain.

As he expected, it was Uncle Nine, his mentor and his apprentice.

"Old Zhao!"

Among the three, a handsome man saw him from a distance, waved his hand, and ran over quickly.

As soon as the man came close, he said with a smirk on his face, "I heard that a female ghost has taken a fancy to you?"

"You brat doesn't know anything about Taoism, yet he dares to attack a female ghost..."

He was chattering endlessly, but his eyes had already fallen elsewhere.

Seeing the large bundle of willow branches beside Zhao Ying, and the dug-up tomb beside him, and the burning coffin, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

hiss.

"You kid is too ruthless! Not to mention digging people's graves in broad daylight, but also preparing willow branches and setting fire to people's bones. If you don't make people's souls fly away, you won't stop!"

"I don't want to drive her out of her wits, should I wait for her to kill me?"

The man winked and said, "How will she... kill you? Tell me in detail."

Zhao Ying didn't say anything.

The man continued: "I just said that you are full of muscles, you have finally met a good luck, and you don't know how to pity and cherish jade."

"You will designate an old bachelor in the future."

"Humph."

A cold snort sounded suddenly behind the man.

It turned out that Uncle Jiu had already come up to him with Wen Cai, and happened to hear the man's words.

"Qiu Sheng, are you envious of this kind of luck?" Uncle Jiu stared at the man's back with a cold face.

"Shall I help you find one?"

"No...no. I'm joking with Lao Zhao." Qiu Sheng couldn't help shrinking his neck, and didn't dare to turn around.

"Aren't you afraid of beating a bachelor?" Uncle Jiu looked serious, "Don't be afraid to say, if you want to find a female ghost, Master can still do it."

Qiu Sheng wanted to cry but turned around: "Master, I can't bear it, why don't you ask Wen Cai?"

"What's none of my business?" Wen Cai called out before Uncle Jiu could speak.

"Master, Qiusheng must have such thoughts. You must find him one. You don't know, he often teases those female ghosts you sealed in the jar."

"Nonsense, how could I do such a thing, it's obviously you who did it." Qiu Sheng immediately retorted.

Both of these two people played tricks, and they belonged to the kind that didn't think it was a big deal if they didn't kill each other.

"Humph."

Uncle Jiu's face sank like water, and he let out a cold snort heavily from his nostrils, which scared the two of them into silence immediately.

"Ninth Uncle."

Zhao Ying suppressed a smile and stepped forward to greet her.

"Ok!"

Uncle Jiu nodded as a signal, and then gave Qiu Sheng and the others a hard look, then at the bundle of willow branches beside Zhao Ying, and walked to the burning coffin without saying a word.

"Old Zhao, what does that female ghost look like?" Seeing Uncle Jiu approaching, Qiu Sheng shrank his neck and lowered his voice, winking at Zhao Ying.

"It must look like a melon, otherwise Zhao Ying wouldn't be so ruthless." Wen Cai moved his head closer, with a smirk on his face.

Zhao Ying was completely speechless.

These two guys really belonged to the category of forgetting to eat but not to beat. They just forgot when they were scolded.

It's just outrageous.

No wonder Qiu Sheng found out that he slept with a female ghost, saw her rotten true face, and still showed endless aftertaste.

Zhao Ying was in a bit of a mood, pointing to the tombstone that he had knocked down, and said, "Look for yourselves."

He thought that the two of them would restrain themselves when Uncle Jiu was there.Unexpectedly, when the two guys heard this, they rushed out at the same time without any hesitation.

On the other side, Uncle Jiu looked at the burning coffin with his hands behind his back.

"Little Zhao!"

Hearing the call, Zhao Ying walked over.

"Your family's coffin making skills are superb, do you recognize this coffin?"

Zhao Ying nodded and said: "This is the coffin for hiding souls. It is as strong as gold and iron, nourishing the soul and solidifying it. When the corpse is put into the coffin, it will definitely become a ghost."

"In your opinion, is it made by Yinmu, or is it cultivated by ghosts?"

Zhao Ying said eloquently: "If it's made of yin wood, it should be vermilion in color after being soaked in the blood of yin-inducing beasts. The color of this coffin is like ink, and it must be nourished by the yin energy of ghosts all the year round."

Uncle Jiu nodded and turned to look at the tombstone.Seeing Qiu Sheng and the two squatting in front of Dong Xiaoyu's tombstone with silly smiles, his face turned dark immediately.

"cough!"

With a heavy cough, a cold light gradually appeared in his eyes.

Seeing this, Zhao Ying gloated secretly. These two guys have been charged again, and they will definitely be liquidated when they go back.

Uncle Nine had a dark face, carefully looked at Dong Xiaoyu's information on the tombstone, and said to himself: "This Miss Dong was buried here for only 28 years, so it is impossible to raise a shadow coffin, unless..."

(End of this chapter)