Uncle Jiu was wearing a cotton coat and a Taoist robe. He stood upright in the main room in front of the desk. He held a brush in his hand, dabbed the cinnabar, and drew runes one by one on the yellow paper.
Unlike Qin Yao who practiced by drawing talismans, based on Uncle Jiu's current level of spell cultivation at the sixth level of Earth Master, the aura generated by drawing talismans is far from being able to meet the needs of promotion. Therefore, the talismans drawn now are basically to meet the needs of daily life.
need.
"Master, there is a swordsman outside, claiming to be the academic scholar of the Kunlun Empress, and he wants to see you." Suddenly, Wen Cai hurried in and said loudly.
"Kunlun Swordsman?" Uncle Jiu was slightly startled.
I forget how long it has been since I heard this name. In my memory, the rumored Yan Chixia is already the last of the Kunlun lineage.
So, where did this Kunlun scholar come from?
"Yes, Master, he is wearing a long robe and holding an iron sword. He is dressed like an ancient person." Wencai said.
Uncle Jiu hesitated for a moment, then hung up his brush: "Bring the person in, don't be rude."
"Yes, Master."
Shao Qing, a young man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a powerful look followed Wen Cai into the lobby, cupping his fists and saying: "Yan Wuya, the post-Kunlun scholar, pays homage to Senior Maoshan."
Uncle Jiu looked at him carefully and returned the greeting: "With all due respect, may I ask you which Kunlun lineage you are from?"
Yan Wuya said without hesitation: "I came from Yan Chixia's lineage, and the founder of Kaimai is Yan Shi'er."
Uncle Jiu's mouth twitched.
Okay.
Yan Chixia was the most famous swordsman in Kunlun, and this swordsman is from Yan Chixia's lineage...
How can there be such a coincidence in the world?
"Mr. Yan..."
"Senior, you should call me Wuya, it sounds nice to you." Yan Wuya said quickly.
Uncle Jiu paused slightly and said with a smile: "Okay, Wuya, what do you want from me?"
"Next door to Sunwang Town, a bronze-armored corpse was dug up in Xiaowang Village and killed many villagers. After receiving the news, the younger generation invited heroes from all walks of life to do justice for heaven, but unfortunately people's hearts were not old and there were only a few responses. In total,
Five people came, and together with me, we are no match for the bronze-armored corpse. I accidentally heard about the great reputation of Uncle Jiu in Renjia Town, and came here to pay a visit and respectfully ask Uncle Jiu to come out and remove the corpse." Yan Wuya said with a sincere face.
Ordinary monks are divided into realms of heaven, earth, and humans, and zombies also have a set of standards for dividing strength.
Under normal circumstances, the standards from low to high are: White Zombie - Black Zombie - Jumping Zombie - Flying Zombie - Drought Demon - Roar.
Among them, white zombies refer to the white hair that will grow on the body shortly after it becomes a zombie, covering the whole body. The zombies in this period are the weakest, and their strength is not much greater than that of ordinary people. Mainly because they look more scary. A typical example is
Ren Fa, Mr. Ren.
When the white zombies swallow up enough essence and blood, the white hair on their bodies turns black and they turn into black zombies. At this time, the zombies' combat effectiveness increases greatly, making it difficult for three or five ordinary people to subdue them.
After passing the 100-year mark, the black hair on the body has faded away, the walking is no longer twisted, and the main focus is jumping. The corpse energy in the body is transformed into corpse element, which is the realm of corpse jumping.
Of course, if there are Feng Shui treasures to nourish the body, the hundred-year time limit can also be shortened. For example, for example, Mr. Ren was born with jumping stiffness.
It is worth mentioning that there are three, six or nine levels of jumping zombies. The lowest is the iron-armored corpse, followed by the bronze-armored corpse, the silver-armored corpse, the gold-armored corpse, diamond... of course there is no drill, and the highest is the gold-armored corpse.
And when the golden-armored corpse drinks enough blood, gathers enough energy, breaks through its own restrictions, and can fly, it is a flying zombie.
Drought Demon and Roar are almost mythical. The secular world does not allow such awesome things to appear, so I won’t go into details here.
Having said that, a bronze-armored corpse's real strength is comparable to that of an earth master. In Uncle Jiu's opinion, Yan Wuya was able to escape unharmed after provoking a bronze-armored corpse, so he is not considered a loser.
evening.
The bright moon is crescent.
Yan Wuya took Uncle Jiu, Qiu Sheng, and Mao Shanming, who was just here to make soy sauce, to a mountain col and introduced the five companions to them one by one.
Uncle Jiu nodded, but actually didn't remember who was who at all, so he asked, "Where is that bronze-armored corpse?"
"Senior, don't be anxious. Let's figure out how to fight later and divide the work well." Yan Wuya said.
"I am faster and can distract him." A man holding a long knife said coldly.
"I'm good at sneak attacks. I'll focus on his rear later to see if I can find his weaknesses." A dwarf-like knight raised his dagger.
The middle-aged man wearing cotton armor, holding a spear in his hand, and with a weathered face said: "I stabbed his throat and eyes."
…
After a while, six people, including Yan Wuya, announced their plans one after another, and then all looked at Uncle Jiu.
Uncle Jiu paused for a moment, then coughed dryly and said, "I'll just take a look..."
Could this be something that happened just by looking at it?
For a moment, a trace of suspicion emerged in the hearts of the six of them.
This ninth uncle of Renjiazhen must not be a showman.
Later.
A terrifying zombie wearing an official uniform of the Qing Dynasty, a black gauze hat on its head, with its arms stretched out and its feet constantly jumping, passed by the mountain col and appeared in front of everyone.
"Senior, we'll go ahead. You'll look for an opportunity to kill him." Yan Wuya had a solemn look on his face and slowly drew out the iron sword in his hand.
Whether he sensed their breath or smelled the aroma of their flesh and blood, the jumping zombie outside the mountain col suddenly stopped and turned to look at him.
"No need." Uncle Jiu shook his head and waved to Wen Cai who was standing behind him.
Wencai immediately opened the box in his arms, took out an object, and delivered it to Uncle Jiu.
"call out."
"boom!"
A moment later, a group of heroes were dumbfounded as they watched the bronze-armored corpse's head being torn apart. Their bodies seemed to have been struck by a talisman, and they froze in place, motionless.
Uncle Jiu silently admired the power of the Gauss pistol in his heart, but his face was very indifferent: "It's solved, you can handle the aftermath yourself."
Yan Wuya: "..."
Five heroes: "..."
They responded, but they couldn't accept it for a while.
A Maoshan Taoist priest did not use magic weapons or talismans to get rid of zombies. Instead, he took out a pistol in front of everyone and destroyed the zombies with one shot...
This scene and picture instantly destroyed their spiritual world and caused them to have deep doubts about life.
"Senior, I don't understand. Is this how you fight zombies in Maoshan?" After a long, long time, Yan Wuya swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked with difficulty.
Uncle Jiu shook his head: "No, to be honest, this is my first time using this thing. Times have changed, and we have no boundaries, and we must keep up with the tide of the times."