On the line between life and death, Huang Zong's survival instinct overcame his lax intelligence. He roared angrily, tried his best to overturn Qin Yao's heavy body, jumped up, and ran away in a panic.
Qin Yao held the Gauss pistol in both hands and kept pulling the trigger. Each of the spirit-possessed bullets turned into a series of shock waves, hitting Huang Zhan hard on the back of the head. The direct hit made Huang Zhan's head tilt forward again and again. It took a while for his body to fall to the ground before he could continue jumping.
stand up.
"Whoosh..."
"boom!"
Uncle Jiu controlled the copper coin sword and moved the sword in the air, hitting Huang Zhan's heart and knocking him down from mid-air, interrupting Huang Zhan's jumping rhythm.
Chizuru, Ikkyu, and Qiu Sheng rushed forward, waving their magical weapons, and kept hitting Huang Zheng's body, causing sparks to fly.
Behind the scenes, Gu Gu grabbed the red-faced and excited little girl and asked, "Why are you going?"
"I'm going to fight zombies." Qingqing said.
"There are those men here, why are you joining in the fun? What if they hurt you again?"
"I'm very good at fighting, Aunt Zhue." Qingqing raised her fist with an unconvinced look on her face.
"Be patient!" Gu Gu didn't care whether she was convinced or not. In her opinion, Senior Brother and the others had already gained the upper hand, and there was no need to stir up trouble.
"This zombie is too hard to fight!" On the battlefield, Qiu Sheng, who cut off the magic sword by force, quickly retreated and shouted loudly.
Qin Yao put away his Gaussian gun and quickly took over his position. He slapped Huang Zang twice and said, "Master Yixiu, have you brought poison?"
He remembered very clearly that in the movie, the emperor was invulnerable, and the head of his head was broken when a two-meter-long giant sword was struck with it. In the end, it took a long dose of poison and a snake that drank glutinous rice water to kill him.
Killed by an internal explosion...
There is no need to question whether the plot of the movie is reasonable. After all, zombies have emerged, and it is not unusual for an old Chinese medicine doctor like Ikkyu to have poison similar to corpse powder in his hands.
"Bring it with you. If you drink a bottle, even the stones will be corroded. The key is how to feed the zombies to drink." Ikkyu responded.
"I'll control him." Qin Yao said, lowering his body and kicking the crook of the emperor's legs with a powerful and heavy sweeping kick, sweeping him to the ground.
"boom."
Then, he jumped up, hit Huang Zheng hard on the back, grabbed the opponent's messy hair, and forcibly pulled his head up.
Yixiu cooperated and came to the front of Huangzhang, took out a special wooden bottle from his arms, uncorked it and prepared it.
"Pfft!" Uncle Jiu held a copper coin sword and struck Huang Zhan in the face with his sword in the air.
Huang Zheng roared angrily, opened his mouth wide, and threw the entire bottle of poison into his mouth.
"Roar, roar..." In an instant, the zombie seemed to be feeling pain, its body was twitching desperately, and it kept screaming.
"Is there more?" Qin Yao tried his best to suppress the thrashing Huang Zhan and shouted to Yixiu.
Yixiu took out another paper package from his body, and looking at the right moment, he threw the entire package into Huang Zhan's mouth.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
When the paper package comes into contact with the zombie, it is like glutinous rice sprinkled on the zombie, exploding in its mouth.
When Uncle Jiu saw this, his heart moved. He ducked in front of Huang Zhan, took out a fire talisman, shook it gently, and after the fire talisman started burning, he immediately put it into Huang Zhan's mouth.
With a bang, the Fire Talisman exploded, and a stream of golden fire flowed down Huang Zheng's mouth and into his lungs, burning fiercely in his stomach.
Feeling the heat under his body and Huang Zong's increasingly weak struggle, Qin Yao suddenly jumped up from him, stood with Uncle Jiu and others, silently watching the wisps of flames burning through the invulnerable zombie body, condensing into
A humanoid fireball.
After a long time, the flames gradually extinguished, and the emperor ossified into withered bones. Uncle Jiu exhaled gently and ordered: "Qiu Sheng, Qin Yao, bury these withered bones and the zombies turned by the villagers."
"Yes, Master." Qiu Sheng responded.
"Little zombie, come and dig the soil." Qin Yao waved with a smile.
The little zombie shook his head repeatedly, stepped back step by step, and hid behind Gu Gu and Qingqing.
It's OK to call him when doing battle, but it's not OK to call him when doing work!
The next day.
Maoshan torture hall.
Shi Jian, dressed in a black and white robe, stood in the lobby on the first floor and glanced coldly at the members of the Yizhuang Clan headed by Si Mu: "This morning, I received news that a zombie from the Manchu royal family broke out of the coffin and killed everyone.
Hundreds of people... Four eyes, do you have anything to say about this?"
Simu stood at the forefront of the Yizhuang faction and said in a deep voice: "That royal zombie has been eliminated."
"That's not what I'm asking. What I'm asking is, who will be responsible for the hundreds of people who died tragically?" Shi Jian asked coldly.
"The information you received is not accurate, please listen to the information I have.
First of all, there were not hundreds of victims, but a total of 137 victims.
Secondly, this royal zombie was dug up by the Manchu survivors and prepared to be transported to the capital and buried in the imperial mausoleum.
If you want to find someone to take responsibility for this tragedy, go find those Manchu survivors with evil intentions. It’s up to you how to deal with them.” Simu responded.
Shi Jian: "..."
He would only go to trouble the Manchu survivors if he is crazy!
"Stop shirking responsibility." After silently taking a breath, Shi Jian shouted: "Where is Qianhe?"
"I'm here." Qianhe walked out of the Yizhuang Department.
"Your apprentice failed to guard the place well, which caused the royal zombies to break out of the coffin and massacre... more than a hundred innocent people. How should this account be settled?" Shi Jian asked cross-examined.
Qianhe lowered his eyes and said: "The mission my four disciples took on, three died and one was seriously injured. Isn't this punishment enough?"
"Of course it's not enough." Shi Jian said flatly: "Your apprentice's life is life, but the lives of those villagers are not life. Let alone three dead, even if they are all dead, it is not enough to wash away the sin."
"What does the elder mean?" Qianhe asked.
"Immediately destroy your surviving disciple's cultivation and expel him from the school. We in Maoshan cannot have such incompetent and sinful disciples." Shi Jian said: "Also, if the teaching is not strict and the teacher is lazy,
You must bear corresponding responsibility for this."
"Elder Shi Jian, this is a bit much."
With cold eyes, he said: "I am deeply sorry for the more than one hundred people who died, but if such a consequence occurs, the four Maoshan disciples are not entirely responsible, let alone Qianhe.
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A disciple managed to escape by chance, but his cultivation will be destroyed by his master?
The rabbit dies and the fox is sad, once this verdict is finalized as a fact, what will you make the ordinary disciples think?"
"The execution hall is designed to make ordinary disciples feel afraid. If they don't even have fear, they will not take the punishment hall seriously. You say that the rabbit dies and the fox is sad, but in my opinion, it is just killing one person to serve as a warning to others. With this case, it can serve as a warning to everyone.
Disciple, disciple, when accepting a task, act according to your ability." Shi Jian said.
"I don't agree." Simu said firmly.
"It's useless if you disagree. I am the elder of the execution hall."
"I ask the master to make a decision."
Shi Jian's breath was stagnant and he said angrily: "As the saying goes, family scandals should not be made public. What are your intentions in bringing matters within my execution hall to the head?"
His eyes sneered: "Family scandal? You are going to destroy your family's cultivation and plan to drive them out. What kind of family are you talking about?"
"It's unreasonable." Shi Jian said angrily: "Simu, if you continue to protect your shortcomings like this, the prestige of the execution hall will be wiped out, and you are destined to become a sinner."
"I don't want to quarrel with you. Since we have differences, let's ask the leader to make a decision." Simu waved his hand and said.
Shi Jian: "..."
Everyone in Maoshan knows that the most outstanding ability of the leader is to be harmonious with Xini.
Let him rule... It must be that big things should be reduced to trivial matters, trivial matters should be trivialized, and it would be best if nothing happens.
"In my opinion, the consequences of this matter are indeed very serious, but the nature does not need to rise to the level of punishment, and it cannot chill the hearts of the majority of Maoshan disciples." Not long after, in Yuanfu Palace, the old master spoke earnestly to all the punishments.
Church members preached.
Shi Jian's eyes narrowed: "How does the leader think it should be handled?"
"Qianhe, after your injured disciple recovers from his injuries, let him go down the mountain. From now on, he will no longer be my Maoshan disciple, but he will still be your Qianhe's disciple. Do you understand what I mean?" The old master said
said.
Qianzhe knelt on the ground, tears filling her eyes: "Thank you so much, Master!"
Shi Jian opened his mouth, but in the end he said nothing.
After all, it was something that had been anticipated, and with the psychological anticipation, it was less uncomfortable.
"Get up."
The old master raised his arm, then turned to look at Shi Jian: "As for lax teaching and laziness of teachers, this statement cannot be regarded as a standard of punishment. Otherwise, if it is implicated, should you admit your mistake and should I admit my mistake?"
Shi Jian exhaled a breath and saluted, "Yes, Sect Leader."
The old leader nodded slowly: "Let's all go back and perform our duties well."
Shi Jian was filled with anger and gritted his teeth, but he couldn't even speak. He cupped his hands and walked out of the hall.
The old leader looked at his back and sighed slightly.
Pity……
If Shi Jian could have the character of that little bastard, he wouldn't be in a high grade and still languishing in the position of leader.
When I was young, I always longed for power and high status, but as I got older, I longed for a life of leisurely watching the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court, and quietly watching the clouds roll and relax in the sky.
A wicker chair and a book.
A paper fan and a pot of tea.
How wonderful!
The more the old master thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. He took out a bronze mirror, used his finger as a pen and magic power as ink, and wrote Qin Yao's name in the air on the mirror.
"Edict!"
The old master scolded lightly, pressed one hand on the word 'Qin Yao', and slowly pressed it into the mirror.
When the characters entered the mirror, the mirror surface glowed with golden light, and then rippled like water ripples, revealing a picture...
In the picture, the sun is shining brightly, and Qin Yao is lying on a wicker chair in the pavilion, with his eyes closed, breathing long and even snoring slightly.
On the stone bench beside him, a cute girl with bright eyes and good eyesight was holding a paper fan, fanning him gently while looking down at the books on the stone table.
The peaceful feeling of time comes to my face...
The old leader stared intently at this picture, his breathing gradually becoming rapid.
Slowly clenched your fists.
"Master..." At this time, the four eyes that had just left with everyone suddenly turned back and stood outside the hall and shouted.
The old master took a deep breath, put the bronze mirror into his wide sleeves, and said: "Come in."
"Master, your face looks a little gloomy, as if your anger has condensed... Are you okay?" Si Mu strode into the palace, looked up, and felt a thump in his heart.
"Simu, do you have a feeling that today's young people are far less hardworking and serious than in the past." The old leader said.
Four eyes: "???"
Although he didn't understand, he still followed the other person's words and said: "It's probably because the environment has changed, the righteous path has become more prosperous, and the struggle has begun to turn from the bright side to the dark side. What many young people see in their eyes is peace in the world, and they no longer regard cultivation as the most important thing."
important things."
The old master nodded and said seriously: "Be born in sorrow and die in happiness. We can't control others, and we don't want to control them, but our descendants cannot let them degenerate."
Four Eyes said: "I understand the leader, and I will try my best to guide the disciples of the sect to pursue progress and live up to their time."
"That's good." The old master took out the bronze mirror that was still emitting a faint golden light from his sleeve and handed it to his eyes: "Why don't we start with him."
He glanced down with four eyes, and immediately connected with the old master and felt the same.
His grandma's.
I am here to stop Shi Jian and do the work for you, but you are taking a sound nap with your beauty by your side.
Why?!
"Master, I will go down the mountain to guide him now." Simu said with an evil look on his face.
The old leader: "Guide me well. By the way, why did you go and come back?"
"It's nothing serious. I mainly want to express my gratitude to the master in person." Simu exhaled a breath and said: "If it weren't for the support of the master, the punishment hall would really become Shi Jian's one-word hall."
Hearing this, the old leader immediately understood.
It may be true to thank him, but the main purpose of his return is to give Shi Jian eye drops.
"The authority of the execution hall is to serve the sect, and will never become someone's opinion." The old leader smiled and said: "If you find anything wrong in your future work, you can come to me at any time."
What Si Mu wanted was this sentence, and he immediately clasped his fists and said, "Yes, Master...I'm going to Yizhuang first to warn that bastard."
The old boss smiled and waved: "Go ahead. If he refuses to listen to you, tell him that I am paying attention to him and tell him not to let me down."
Four eyes nodded, and with a belly full of sour water, he returned to his residence, took out the two-meter giant sword enshrined in front of the statue of the ancestor, carried the sword and went down the mountain.
Yizhuang.
Inside the pavilion.
A gust of cool wind blew, and the hairs on Qin Yao's arms stood on end. He suddenly woke up and sat up with a roar.
"Are you having a nightmare?" Nianying paused slightly while holding the paper fan, and asked curiously.
Qin Yao shook his head: "I didn't have any nightmares, I just felt a little flustered suddenly, or something might have happened in Fucheng. I'm going to Fucheng to have a look, and the return date is uncertain. You just wait for me at home, don't just learn a few tricks and think
Run away from home and travel around the world."
"I know, there's no need to explain it like this, I'm not a child." Nianying stood up and said goodbye.
Qin Yao came to the gate side by side with her and rubbed her little head: "Please tell Master and Aunt Zhue for me, and I won't go and say goodbye."
"Okay." Nianying said obediently.
Half an hour after Qin Yao left, with his legs pressed against the magical talisman and four eyes holding a two-meter giant sword in his hand, he broke into the Yizhuang and went straight to the pavilion. He put a book on his lap and looked confused.
The impulsive little girl asked: "Nianying, where is your man??"