Chapter 70 Children, times have changed
At sunset, the sunset is burning.
Renjia Town.
Yizhuang.
Uncle Jiu was wearing a cotton-padded jacket and a Taoist robe on the outside. He stood upright in the hall, in front of a desk, holding a brush, tapping cinnabar, and drawing runes one by one on pieces of 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 Kunlun Scholar, and wants to see you." Suddenly, Wencai hurried in and said loudly.
“Kunlun Swordsman?” Uncle Jiu was slightly startled.
I have forgotten 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 and hung up his writing brush: "Bring people in, don't be rude."
"Yes, Master."
Shao Qing, a man with thick eyebrows The big-eyed, powerful young man followed Wen Cai Behind him, he walked into the lobby, clasped his fists and said: "Yan Wuya, the post-Kunlun academic scholar, pays homage to senior Maoshan."
Uncle Jiu looked at him carefully and returned the greeting: "Forgive me for being presumptuous, I would like to ask you where you learned from Kunlun." One lineage? ”
Yan Wuya said without hesitation: "I inherited the lineage of Yan Chixia, and the founder of Kaimai is Yan Shier."
The corners of Uncle Jiu's mouth twitched.
Okay.
Yan Chixia is the most powerful swordsman in Kunlun. The swordsman who emerged 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 pleasant to your ears." Yan Wuya said quickly.
Uncle Jiu paused slightly and said with a smile: "Okay, Wuya, what do you want from me?"
"In Sunwang Town next door, Xiaowang Village dug up a body The bronze-armored corpse killed many villagers. After receiving the news, the younger generation invited heroes from all over the world. , Dao for Heaven, but the people are not ancient, and there are only a few responses. There are only five people who came, including me, they are no match for the bronze armored corpse. I accidentally heard of the great name of the ninth uncle of Renjiazhen, so I came to pay a visit. I respectfully invite you. Uncle Jiu came out to remove the corpse." Yan Wuya said with a sincere face.
"Bronze-armored corpse..." Uncle Jiu's eyes changed slightly.
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 - Jian.
Bai Zong refers to the time when a corpse has just become a zombie, white hair will grow on the body, covering the whole body. Zombies in this period are the weakest, and their strength is not much greater than that of ordinary people. Mainly because they look smaller. It’s scary. A typical example is Ren Fa and Master Ren.
When the white zombie swallows enough essence and blood, the white hair on its body will turn black, and it will turn into a black zombie. At this time, the zombie's combat power will greatly increase, and it will be difficult for three or five ordinary people to subdue it.
After a hundred years, the black hair on the body has faded away, the walking is no longer crooked, 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, drill...of course there is no drill. The highest one is the golden armored corpse.
When the golden-armored corpse drinks enough blood, gathers enough energy, breaks through its own restrictions, and can fly, it is a flying zombie.
Hanba and Jian are almost mythical. The secular world does not allow such awesome things to appear, so I won’t go into details here.
Speaking of which, a bronze-armored corpse is actually as powerful as an Earth Master. In Uncle Jiu's opinion, Yan Wuya was not considered a loser since he was able to escape unharmed after provoking the bronze-armored corpse.
evening.
The bright moon is crescent. Yan Wuya took Uncle Jiu, Qiu Sheng, and Mao Shanming, who had just come here to make soy sauce, to a mountain col and introduced the five companions to them one by one.
Uncle Jiu nodded. In fact, he didn’t even remember who was who. He said, “Where is that bronze-armored corpse?”
“Senior, don’t worry. , 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 and try to find out if I can find his weaknesses." A dwarf-like knight raised his dagger.
The middle-aged man wearing cotton armor and holding a spear in his hand with a weathered face said: "I stabbed his throat and eyes."
......
After a while, six people, including Yan Wuya, expressed their plans one after another, and then all looked at Uncle Jiu.
Uncle Jiu paused for a moment, coughed dryly and said, "I'll see what happens..."
Could this be a matter of what happened?
For a time, a trace of suspicion emerged in the hearts of the six of them.
The 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’re going to go first, you’ll look for an opportunity to kill.” Yan Wuya had a solemn look on his face and slowly drew out the iron sword in his hand.
I don’t know if he sensed their breath or smelled the aroma of their flesh and blood, but the jumping zombie outside the mountain col suddenly stopped and turned to look.
"No need." Uncle Jiu shook his head and waved to Wencai who was standing behind him.
Wen Cai immediately opened the box in his arms, took out an object, and delivered it to Uncle Jiu.
"Boom."
"Boom!"
A moment later, watching the head of the bronze-armored corpse being torn apart, a group of heroes were dumbfounded, and their bodies seemed to be immobilized. Fu, froze in place, motionless.
Uncle Jiu admired the power of the Gauss pistol silently in his heart, but his face was very calm: "It's settled, you can handle the aftermath yourself."
Yan Wuya: "..."
Five heroes: "..."
They reacted, 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 shot the zombies to pieces...
This kind of scene, this kind of The picture instantly destroyed their spiritual world and made them deeply doubtful 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, Wuya, we must keep up with the tide of the times."
Yan Wuya: "... ..."
A group of heroes: "..."
What a waste.
It’s so trendy.
So advanced.
That damn makes sense!
(End of this chapter)