"Qiu Sheng, why do the characters on that talisman look so familiar?"
Seeing Uncle Jiu put the two talismans through the chicken's head and hung them on the chicken's neck, Wencai saw that there were a few more words on them than the usual talismans, and they looked so familiar.
"That's our birth date...this is a substitute."
Qiu Sheng replied in a low tone, reaching out for the bamboo pole handed over by Uncle Jiu: "Master, I am still..."
Uncle Jiu raised his hand to interrupt what he was about to say: "What do you mean by not being implicated or implicated? You are my apprentice. If you get into trouble, if I don't help you clean up the mess, who should I help clean up? Master has never had a wife or children in his life.
What is the difference between you and Wencai as sons to Master?"
Uncle Jiu sighed and patted Qiu Sheng on the shoulder. He helped Wencai, who still didn't understand what was going on, put the bamboo pole hanging his stand-in Golden Rooster on his shoulders, and then helped the two apprentices straighten their clothes.
"Master..."
Qiu Sheng choked and knelt on the ground with a plop, and kowtowed heavily to Uncle Jiu.
"Go ahead and run away as far as you can. After tonight, maybe we can renew our relationship as master and disciple!"
Qiu Sheng stood up with red eyes and turned to look at Guo Dong aside: "Guo Dong, I finally know that what you scolded me before was right, but it's a pity that it was too late!"
Guo Dong shook his head: "As long as you can understand, it's not too late. Now you can be regarded as the prodigal son turning back. As long as you survive this disaster, you will be reborn in the future! Qiusheng, don't let me and Uncle Jiu's expectations down, don't
Let’s live up to Uncle Jiu’s sacrifice!”
Qiu Sheng nodded sternly, and then he and Wen Cai left the Taoist temple three times, disappeared into the night, and embarked on the road to escape. When they could no longer see their backs, Uncle Jiu let out a long sigh.
He took a breath and then looked at Guo Dong standing next to him.
"Guo Dong, why don't you leave too. My senior brother has become possessed. What's next is a fight to clean up the family within Maoshan. You don't need to get involved in this muddy water."
At this point, Uncle Jiu pondered for a moment and gritted his teeth: "Guo Dong, let me tell you the truth. My senior brother has been trained as a leader since he was a child, so all he has mastered are forbidden arts, Lightning Thunder Fist.
It's so powerful that the Wooden Stake Technique is hard to defend against, and now it seems that he has practiced the forbidden technique of the corpse path... You'd better leave now."
Listening to Uncle Jiu's words, explaining how powerful Shi Jian is, Guo Dong remained calm as always. After Uncle Jiu finished speaking, he spoke: "Uncle Jiu, although you and I are not masters and disciples, my Taoism is.
It was taught by you, and we can be considered half masters and disciples. Now that the master is in trouble, naturally I, the disciple, will not live in an ignoble existence and abandon the master and run away."
At this point, Guo Dong paused: "What's more, is Shi Jian very powerful? Maybe... But your apprentice and I have been on the battlefield for many years, and I have experienced quite a lot of enemies, Shi Jian?"
Guo Dong chuckled disdainfully: "In the past, a hundred thousand soldiers of foreign tribes from a foreign country once knocked down the border, and I sent troops to destroy the entire country. Some princes took advantage of the chaos, and I wiped out four royal families, from top to bottom.
Slaughter them all to avoid future troubles. There are also gluttonous ferocious beasts that are raging in the world like a tide. I killed the beast king and wiped out the entire race. A mere Shi Jian, maybe with profound Taoism and high cultivation, is far from what I can fight against.
.But when it comes to killing, Uncle Jiu, your apprentice and I are the most professional and powerful in this world!"
Looking at Guo Dong's disdainful expression and indifferent look, Uncle Jiu opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he could only remain silent.
"Uncle Jiu, I am a general. Whether a general is killing the enemy to expand the territory or defending the country, he cannot retreat. War and charge are in our blood. We are not afraid of dying on the battlefield and being shrouded in horse leather, but we are only afraid of the future.
One day is the death bed of old age, the death bed of illness.”
"What's more, I'm leaving soon, so let me do this last thing for you, Uncle Jiu... and fight side by side with you one more time!"
Guo Dong looked at Uncle Jiu with a smile. What appeared in his hand was not the usual signature battle axe, but a thousand-year-old thunder-struck jujube tree that he happened to encounter when he was raiding abroad. He took a three-foot-long section of it.
A wooden sword made from a long wooden heart.
"Today, I am Guo Dong, your uncle's apprentice, not the murderous general Guo Dong!"
Time passed by as the night passed, and a few hours passed quickly. Guo Dong was wearing the Taoist robe given to him by his master when Uncle Jiu was a disciple. He was sitting next to Uncle Jiu, for the first time as a Taoist priest.
Appear in this zombie world.
And when Guo Dong and Jiu Shu were sitting in the main hall of the Taoist temple's courtyard, they were sitting in front of the statue of the Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty, closing their eyes and falling asleep, waiting for Shi Jian to come, but they did not wait for Shi Jian to come, but they did.
Wencai and Qiu Sheng, who were supposed to be fleeing, screamed and ran back.
"Why are you two back? Didn't I tell you to run as far as you can?"
Wencai gasped and waved his hands quickly: "Master, Master, we, we have run far enough, but, but..."
But there was no need to say anything else. Those shadowy figures could already be seen outside the door, chasing after the two of them and rushing to the door of the Taoist temple.
"No! Those things are coming! Close the door quickly!"
Qiu Sheng exclaimed that the doctor wanted them to go and close the door of the Taoist temple at the risk of being torn apart by the zombies, but Guo Dong grabbed his arm.
"A group of zombies that are not even monsters are worthy of me closing the door to resist them?"
After saying this, Guo Dong pointed at the large square in front of him after entering the door: "I know why there are only three of you, but when I built this Taoist temple, I asked people to reduce the number of houses and pavilions in the courtyard by half, and cut the central square into half.
Has it doubled in size?"
Even Uncle Jiu was in a daze: "Isn't it just for the sake of style?"
Guo Dong shook his head: "Of course not. In my design, this place is not called the Front Palace Square, but called Wengcheng and the Military Field!"
Wengcheng!?
School military field!?
What the hell?
The three of them were stunned, but Guo Dong strode forward, walked to the door of the main hall and stood on the steps. A palm-sized tiger charm appeared in his hand: "Where are the generals!?"
"The end is here!"
Before Guo Dong's loud shout could end, a louder shout came from mid-air, and then he saw a thousand naked men eight or nine feet tall, with muscles all over their bodies, holding a fistful of feet.
A long and huge weapon appeared in the middle of the square.
"Broshan Camp pays homage to the general!"
Bah!
Although there were a thousand people kneeling on the ground, the sounds of their bows and shouts seemed to be one voice.
Integrated and solid as a rock!
"Pass on my general's command to slay the demons!"
Following Guo Dong's finger, a thousand Poshan camp warriors all turned their heads to look at the zombies that had rushed in from the Taoist temple gate. Although they were surprised that there could be such monsters, there was no such thing in Poshan camp.
One person hesitated and immediately held Zhang Chang Mo Dao in his hand: "Here~!!"
"Guo Dong, can they?"
Because he was standing high and could see far away, even though the night was a little dark, Uncle Jiu could still see the zombies rushing towards him like a tide inside and outside the Taoist temple. The total number was probably five to six thousand, and Guo Dong, a soldier who fell from the sky, But there were only a thousand people, so I couldn't help but feel a little worried.
"Uncle Jiu, don't worry. Although my Thousand Poshan Camp only has a thousand people, and it will never be more or less than a thousand people, they are selected from among the 300,000 troops, not to mention these slow-moving zombies. , even if five thousand cavalry charge, they can’t even think of breaking through their front line even one centimeter!”
Ah!
Are there more people than me?
The labor force has an army of 900,000!
Idiot!
While Guo Dong was comforting Uncle Jiu while still fuming in his heart, the zombies at the front had already come into contact with Poshan Camp, which was turning around to form an array.
"Broken Mountain!"
Following the order from the general of the broken mountain camp, the Mo Daoshou in the first row raised his sharp blade and slashed it down with a loud shout, directly splitting the zombies into two halves, and even worse. , because the zombies were overcrowded, there were quite a few who killed three or four zombies with just one strike!
"Gulong!"
Not to mention the talented Qiu Sheng, even Uncle Jiu couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he saw this scene.
There is a saying about Mo Dao Shou, which is like this: when he walks in like a wall, both men and horses will be shattered!
It's a bit exaggerated to be able to cut a man and a horse in half, but with the length and weight of the Mo Dao, and the fact that the Mo Dao's hand is the strongest soldier in the army, it can cut the person in half with one strike, and then If you swing your sword and slash diagonally from bottom to top, and then cut the person in half, there will still be no problem.
Especially these zombies who have no brains and move slowly, huddled together and do not know how to dodge. They are just like cutting leeks without stopping when they are slashing and slashing at the broken mountain camp with three stages of advance. They fell to the ground and turned into two large pieces of corpses. They were then trampled into a pulp by the soldiers from the Poshan Battalion who kept advancing with their big hard boots!
"Damn it! Where did so many people come from!?"
Although Shi Jian does not know any cultivation spells such as Water Mirror Technique, these zombies were created by him using lonely ghosts, evil ghosts, etc., so he naturally has surveillance methods, and he naturally knows these The loss was due to being chopped down quickly, but more than half of it was chopped into pieces in the blink of an eye.
"Okay, okay! You forced me to do this!"
Click~!
A thunderbolt struck the altar, and the body of a black-clothed puppet above suddenly flashed with lightning.
As Shi Jian was doing what he was doing here, there was suddenly a dazzling white light outside the Taoist temple, and electric snakes were scurrying around. Then he saw a man two feet tall, wearing black clothes, and looking like a demon rushing in. People along the way rushed in. All the zombies were turned into ashes by the jumping and flashing electric snakes on his body. He even raised his hand and struck a thunderbolt on the grinding knife, deflecting the two Mo Dao that was attacking him, and then crashed into the Mo Dao. In the array.
To deal with zombies, even fully armored soldiers, and even the Hulu cavalry who came to meet again, these fierce soldiers of the Poshan Camp can move forward without fear, and can cut them to pieces with one sword.
But facing Shi Shaojian who broke into the battle formation alone, making it impossible for them to slash with their long sword, they could only watch Shi Shaojian dash left and right in the battle formation, using the electric snake or electric snake on his body. Sharp claws and sharp teeth kept killing his comrades in arms one after another!