Chapter 88 Everyone has their own plans

Chapter 88 Everyone has their own plans

Chapter 88 Everyone has their own plans
Seeing his master's stern warning, Qiu Sheng nodded timidly:

"Oh, Master, I understand."

Seeing Qiu Sheng and Uncle Jiu discussing magic here, Song Feng walked over with a smile, and then said softly:
"If Qiu Sheng really wants to practice, I have some other spells for you to choose from."

"If you really like it, there's no harm in practicing it. In the spiritual world, the one with the biggest fist still matters."

While here, he looked at Uncle Jiu meaningfully, and then said quietly:
"At worst, you can break out when Maoshan is cleaning up its ranks. Maybe there will be elders who will support you by then."

Which major sect doesn't have a few disciples who are abandoned on the surface but have actually never been removed from the lineage?

Sometimes both parties just give each other face.

After all, there are so many old guys in the mountain gate. If some of them didn’t acquiesce, how many of them could get out of the mountain gate alive?

After hearing what his seventh uncle said, Qiu Sheng's two little eyes turned smartly, and one could tell at a glance what evil plan he was up to.

Seeing this, Uncle Nine quickly gave him two slaps, and then kicked him out of the door:
"Don't set your sights on your seventh uncle, he's a man who wants nothing more than to stir up trouble, but your arms aren't strong enough."

“Don’t let us be beaten to death by uncles and elders in the ancestral hall before we can even get out of the mountain gate!”

After being punished by Uncle Jiu, Qiu Sheng ran to another room with his butt patted.

But judging from his expression, it seemed that he had taken Uncle Nine's words to heart and no longer dared to think about using the magic in Uncle Seven's hands.

The master will never harm me!

Seeing that there was no one else in the room, Uncle Nine glared at Uncle Seven fiercely:
"Seventh Uncle, he's just a child, how can you say such things to him?"

"Moreover, with his aptitude, the many magic arts in Maoshan are enough for him to practice. Please don't easily lure him into the wrong path."

When he finished speaking, Uncle Nine looked at the old man, Uncle Seven, with a wary look on his face.

After all, this old guy has an extraordinary origin, and he definitely looks like a person who enjoys watching the fun and is afraid that the world will not be in chaos.

It's just that he's old now and his arms and legs aren't very obedient, otherwise if he were to be released into the outside world, he would probably be a figure that could stir up trouble in the spiritual world.

Seeing Uncle Jiu's alert expression, Song Feng waved his hand, then smiled and said:
"Understand, I understand. I won't teach him magic randomly. Let him learn from you first and see how far he can go in the future."

"Besides, haven't you brothers also learned many spells from other sects? There's nothing wrong with using them as reference..."

Hearing what Seventh Uncle said, Ninth Uncle couldn't help but twitch his lips. There was indeed nothing wrong with what he said.

After all, who hasn’t had some adventures while traveling the world, and who hasn’t killed a few evil monsters?

Naturally, there are also spells from various schools.

It’s just that they all keep it hidden and don’t show it to outsiders.

When he got to this point, Uncle Jiu quickly stopped talking and said:
"Seventh Uncle, let's not continue discussing this topic. After all, the most important thing now is to resolve external enemies and quell internal troubles."

"I guess you don't want to be watched by someone with bad intentions all the time, right?"

After hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Song Feng, who was smiling just now, slowly put away the smile on his face:
"Of course, I don't want to let those who are hostile to me live, but now is not the right time, right?"

Looking at the old man in front of him with a smile that made it impossible to tell what he was thinking, Uncle Jiu sat on the chair next to him.

Then, he took a deep look at the Seven Star Lamp beside him, and then spoke to Uncle Seven with a hint of deep meaning:
"...I guess the person behind that white monkey was deliberately let go by you, old man?"

According to his understanding of this old guy, even in this situation, he definitely has the means to locate the person casting the spell through alien species.

The reason why he didn't cast a spell on him must be that this old guy has some plans for the people behind the alien.

Looking at Uncle Nine in front of him, Song Feng nodded and then smiled and asked:

"...Aren't you also not trying your best?"

Seeing that Seventh Uncle had also seen through his plan, Ninth Uncle smiled lightly, looking very confident:

"Although Po's soul may not be found for a while, I am confident that I can keep it intact."

"The next step is to see what that evil demon does. After all, a thief can only steal for a thousand days, but you can never be on guard against thieves for a thousand days, right?"

After hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Song Feng smiled and nodded, with a deep look in his eyes:
"Yeah, it's easy to be a thief, but you can't be on guard against thieves. Let's see his cards first, and then catch them all in one fell swoop."

"I want to see what kind of confidence they have in the south to dare to deal with me so openly."

"...Do you really think that I am too old to do anything and can only let them slaughter me?"

When he finished speaking, Song Feng looked into the distance with a leisurely gaze, as if he had really seen something.

After getting a specific answer, Uncle Jiu nodded seriously, then walked towards his room with his hands behind his back:
"In that case, let's take a look at what kind of power the person behind this has."

"I just want to take this opportunity to catch all the evil demons nearby, so that they won't come out to cause trouble at any time."

"Now that the country is in ruins and families are ruined, there are troubles everywhere. Although I cannot save the collapsing building, I can still protect the well-being of some people..."

Looking at Uncle Jiu walking away with one hand behind his back, Song Feng slowly straightened up.

As he moved, his bones made crackling sounds.

"Crack!"

Each sound was louder than the one just now when he seemed to have sprained his waist.

After finally stretching his body, he gathered his energy and blood once again, hunched over, and then smiled meaningfully:

"I am old and my blood is exhausted. My body is not in good condition anymore. From now on, you young people will rule the world."

"Let the young people take the lead and try their luck. I am willing to provide all the support other than help..."

At the end of his words, he chuckled a few times, then slowly walked towards his room with his cane.

Walked into the room.

Uncle Jiu, who was wearing a yellow robe, frowned at this moment, and his shadow cast under the light seemed like he was thinking about something.

At a certain moment, Uncle Jiu slowly breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had figured something out:
"Huh...it seems that Seventh Uncle is indeed old. Even if the two soul-transferring nails are pulled out, he still lives up to his prime."

When he said this, he seemed to agree:
"That's right! In this day and age, no matter how powerful you are, you can only sigh in vain when you are old and your blood is weak."

"Even if he has all these spells, what can he do? The lost Qi and blood and the damaged soul can never be regenerated." "For such a long time, except for showing some extraordinary performance in the Yin-Yang world, Seventh Uncle has been restraining his Qi and blood all the time."

"It seems that he also understands his predicament and only hopes to quickly recover his magic power so that he can clean up the mess..."

Although this year has not reached the end of the world, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and various resources for cultivation have long been exhausted to the limit.

The various wild herbs that were not precious before are now called great medicines for spiritual practice. This shows the predicament of practitioners.

Even if Maoshan is the inheritance of immortals, so what? The older generation of the sect can only huddle on the mountain and try to preserve their last vitality, right?
The world is no longer the same as it used to be.

When you are old, you are old. Apart from devoting yourself to the underworld or creating the Yin-Yang world, you can't cause much trouble in the world of the living.

If the source is exhausted, the damned will die.

When thinking about the last part, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but chuckle a few times:

"It seems that I am too suspicious..."

After saying this, he took off his robe, then lay down on the bed and fell asleep peacefully.

Early the next morning.

Just when everyone was having breakfast, there was a sudden knock on the door:
"Knock, knock, open the door, open the door quickly, I'm here with Boss Zhu to break off the engagement!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Ah Hai, who was eating a bowl of rice, couldn't help but change his expression, and then looked towards Ah Bao's room:

"Master, it's Master Shi, the one who has a wizard enshrined in his home and who wants to snatch Ah Zhu from Ah Bao!"

After hearing what Ah Hai said, everyone present understood what it meant.

Obviously, this is a murder!

Thinking of this, Uncle Jiu came into the room and said to Xiaohong who was hiding in the room:
"Xiaohong, I will cast a spell to send you into Abao's body. It will depend on you whether Abao will be divorced or not!"

After hearing what Uncle Jiu said, the female ghost Xiaohong nodded very seriously:
"Don't worry, Uncle Jiu. If it weren't for Brother Abao, we would still be living in the old house. I will never forget your kindness."

"As long as my soul is not scattered, I will definitely protect Brother Abao from being harmed by others!"

After hearing what Xiaohong said, Uncle Jiu nodded, then made a gesture of magic and took Xiaohong into his hands.

Then, he hurried to Abao's room and pointed at Abao's spirit platform:

"go with!"

After the words fell, Abao's eyes, which had been a little dull, now became a little more lively.

That chubby figure seemed to have a bit more feminine charm:

"Uncle Jiu, I'm coming in~"

At this time, Uncle Jiu nodded and then walked out:

"Now that you have a body, you won't be afraid of the sun anymore. Whether you can keep the engagement now depends on you."

After hearing what Uncle Jiu said, Xiao Hong nodded, and then followed him out using Po's body:
"Uncle Jiu, I understand!"

Just after they prepared everything, Ah Hai came to the door and opened the bolt:
"Haha, it's Boss Zhu. Please come in. A-Po has been waiting for you..."

When he said this, he turned his back and winked at Ah Zhu, the little girl next to Boss Zhu.

Seeing Ah Hai's eyes, Ah Zhu nodded slightly to show that she understood:
"Father, don't believe everything you hear. Brother Abao is preparing for the betrothal gifts, how can he become stupid?"

"You promised Brother Abao that you would give him some time. You can't go back on your word now, right?"

Hearing his precious daughter say this, Boss Zhu clapped his hands and then said:
"Zhuzhu, you don't know that he used to go out to make money, and at least he could earn a few copper coins every day."

"As a result, he has not even left the house for two days and has not even made any money. How could there be no trick?"

"He can't give you a good life. If he really becomes demented and stupid, then we can cancel the engagement. I will find you a good family."

After hearing what Boss Zhu said, Ah Zhu expressed his disagreement, but in the end he was powerless.

In the end, he followed her into the charity cemetery.

However, as soon as they entered the charity cemetery, they saw Abao walking out:
"Uncle Zhu, Zhuzhu, why are you here?"

"Oh, uncle, you are here to collect the betrothal gift, right? But I have only saved a part of it now, how about I take it out and show it to you first?"

When they first met, Abao showed surprise, but then he said very naturally that he wanted to take out the money he had saved to show Boss Zhu.

He doesn't seem to feel guilty at all!

For a moment, Boss Zhu could not help but subconsciously look at Mr. Shi next to him with suspicion:
"Didn't you say he was stupid?"

Seeing Boss Zhu's gaze, Mr. Shi also turned his gaze to Gu Lao beside him.

Looking at the two of them, the old man cast a suspicious look at the clear and logical Ah Bao in front of him:
"…Are you really Fatty?"

He had already beaten the soul into the pig, how could it still be standing in front of him alive?
However, after hearing Gu Lao's doubts, Xiao Hong smiled and nodded, then asked back:
"Of course I am myself, otherwise why would I come out to talk to you?"

Hearing Xiao Hong say this, Gu Lao smiled evilly, then glanced at the people in the charity cemetery and nodded:

"Okay, okay, we'll see each other again in the future. I hope you can always be yourself..."

Boss Zhu saw that there was indeed no excuse this time, and for a moment he left the charity cemetery dejectedly following Master Shi and the others.

Ah Zhu was left alone. After all, she was so familiar with Ah Bao, how could she not notice something wrong with Ah Bao?

She just wanted to see if Uncle Jiu needed any help.

When everyone arrived, Song Feng had been eating slowly at the table, but when he saw Gu Lao, his eyes became more profound:
"The Nanyang Gu Master... knows how to cast black magic..."

the other side.

As Master Shi walked out of the charity cemetery, the Nanyang Gu Master Gu Lao's expression became much more gloomy the moment he left.

Then he turned his head and looked deeply at Yizhuang, as if he saw someone:
"Old man, you really followed me..."

(End of this chapter)