Chapter 204 So sour~~
"Roar!"
On the line between life and death, the emperor's survival instinct overcame his lax intelligence, roared, and tried his best to overturn Qin Yao's heavy body and jump Will get up and run away in 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 the back of Huang Zhan's head hard. The direct hit made Huang Zong's head lean forward again and again, and his body fell to the ground. It took a while before I could continue jumping.
“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.
Qianhe, Ikkyu, and Qiu Sheng rushed forward, waving their magic weapons, and kept hitting Huang Zheng's body, causing sparks to fly.
In the back, Gu Gu grabbed the red-faced and excited little girl: "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 I get hurt again?"
"I'm good at hitting, Aunt Zhe." Qingqing raised her little fist, her face full of laughter. Not convinced.
"Just 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, I can’t beat it!” Qiu Sheng, who had cut off the magic sword by force, quickly retreated and shouted loudly on the battlefield.
Qin Yao put away his Gauss 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 two-meter-long giant sword with four eyes broke his head when it was struck. 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 come out. It is not uncommon for an old Chinese medicine doctor, 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 kicked Huang Zong's leg hard 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 other person's messy hair, and forcibly pulled his head up.
Ikkyu 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 in his hand and struck Huang Zang on the face with his sword in the air.
Huang Zheng roared, opened his mouth wide, and threw the entire bottle of poison into his mouth.
"Roar, roar..." In an instant, the zombie seemed to feel pain, its body twitched desperately, and screamed in agony.
"Is there any more?" Qin Yao tried his best to suppress the thrashing Huang Zheng and shouted to Yixiu.
Yixiu took out another paper bag from his body, and looking at the right moment, he threw the whole bag into Huang Zang's mouth.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
After the paper package came into contact with the zombie, it was like glutinous rice sprinkled on the zombie, exploding in its mouth.
When Uncle Jiu saw this, his heart moved. He flashed to Huang Zhan, took out a fire talisman, shook it gently, and after the fire talisman burned, he immediately threw 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 Zheng'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 The zombie body condensed into a human-shaped 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.
You can call him to fight, but you can’t call him to work!
The next day.
Maoshan Punishment 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 faction headed by Si Mu: "This morning, I received news that there was a zombie from the Manchu royal family. He came out of the coffin and killed hundreds of people...Simu, do you have anything to say about this?"
Simu stood at the forefront of the Yizhuang clan 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 deal with that tragic death?" Hundreds of people are responsible?" Shi Jian asked coldly.
“The information you received is not accurate, listen to the information I have.
First of all, there are not hundreds of victims, the total number of victims is one hundred and thirty-seven. .
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 people responsible 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 is crazy to go to trouble the Manchu survivors!
"Stop shirking responsibility. After taking a silent breath, Shi Jian shouted: "Where is Qianhe?" "
"I'm here. "Qianhe came out of the Yizhuang family.
"Your apprentice failed to guard the place well, which caused the royal zombies to break out of the coffin and kill several...more than a hundred innocent people. How should this account be settled?" Shi Jian asked.
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 Said: "Your apprentice's life is life, but the lives of those villagers are not life? Let alone three deaths, even if they are all dead, it is not enough to wash away the sins."
"Then What does the elder mean?" Qianhe asked.
"Immediately destroy your surviving disciple's cultivation and expel him from the school. We, Maoshan, cannot have such incompetent and sinful disciples." Shi Jian said: "Also, I can't teach you. Yan, the teacher is lazy, you must bear the corresponding responsibility for this.”
"Elder Shi Jian, that's a bit much."
Said with cold eyes: "I deeply regret the more than one hundred people who died, but the four people are not entirely responsible for such consequences. A disciple of Maoshan, let alone being implicated in Qianhe
Why, am I, Maoshan, so cold-blooded?
My disciples managed to escape by chance, but their cultivation will be destroyed by the master?
Hare you died and the fox is sad, once this sentence is confirmed, you will let those What do 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, killing one person is an example to others. With this case, it can serve as a warning to everyone Disciple, when accepting a task, act within your capabilities," Shi Jian said.
"I don't agree." Shimu said firmly.
"It's useless if you disagree, I am the elder of the execution hall."
"I ask the leader for a ruling."
Shi Jian's breath stopped and he said angrily: "As the saying goes, family scandals should not be made public. What are your intentions in bringing matters within our execution hall to the head?"
Four 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: "Four eyes, If you continue to protect others like this, the prestige of the punishment hall will be ruined, and you are destined to become a sinner. ""I don't want to argue with you. Since we have differences, let the leader make the decision." Simu waved his hand.
Shi Jian: "..."
Everyone in Maoshan knows that the most outstanding ability of the leader is He Xini.
Let him rule... It must be that big things are reduced to small things, small things are reduced to small things, and it is best to be fine.
"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 He preached to all the members of the torture hall with serious words.
Shi Jian's eyes narrowed: "What does the master think should be done?"
"Qianhe, after your injured disciple recovers from his injury, 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.
Qianhe knelt down 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. With psychological expectations, it was not so uncomfortable.
"Get up."
The old master raised his arm, and then turned to look at Shi Jian: "As for lax teaching and laziness of teachers, this statement cannot be used as a standard of punishment, otherwise If we are implicated, do you want to admit your mistake? Should I admit my mistake?"
Shi Jian exhaled and saluted: "Yes, Master"
The old boss nodded slowly: "Let's all go back, each perform his duties and do his job well."
Shi Jian was filled with anger and clenched his teeth, but he couldn't even say anything. He cupped his hands and walked out of the hall.
The old leader looked at his back and sighed slightly.
What a pity...
If Shi Jian could have the character of that little bastard, he wouldn't be in a lot of grades and still struggling in the position of head.
When I was young, I always longed for power and leadership, 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.
"Imperial order!"
The old master scolded, pressed one hand on the word 'Qin Yao', and slowly pressed it into the mirror.
The characters entered the mirror, and the mirror surface glowed with golden light, and then rippled like water ripples, revealing a picture...
In the picture, the sun was shining brightly, and Qin Yao was lying in the pavilion. Sitting on the wicker chair, he closed his eyes, took a long breath, and even snored 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 feeling of tranquility over the years came to my face...
The old master stared at this picture, his breathing gradually became rapid.
Slowly clenched his 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 leader 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?" Simu 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 could not understand, he still followed the other party's words and said: "Probably the environment has changed, the right path has prevailed, and the struggle has begun from the outside. Turning to the dark side, what many young people see is peace in the world , and no longer regard cultivation as the most important thing."
The old master nodded and said seriously: "Being born in sorrow and dying in happiness, I can't care about others, and I don't want to care about it, but my own descendants can. They cannot be allowed to fall."
With four eyes, he said: "I understand the leader. From now on, I will try my best to guide the disciples of the sect to pursue progress and live up to their time."
"Well said." The old leader took it out from his sleeve and was still releasing it. A bronze mirror with a faint golden light was delivered to Simu: "Why don't we start with him."
Simu glanced down, and immediately connected with the old master's soul and felt the same.
His grandma’s.
I am here to stop Shi Jian for you and do my work, but you are taking a nap with your beauty by my side.
Why? !
"Master, I will go down the mountain to guide him now." Simu said with an evil look on his face.
Old leader: "Guide me well. By the way, why did you go and come back?"
"It's nothing serious. I just want to express my gratitude to the leader in person." Simu exhaled a breath and said: "If it weren't for the support of the leader, 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 himself, but the main purpose of his return is to give Shi Jian eye drops.
“The authority of the Xingtang serves the sect and will never become someone’s sway.” The old head smiled and said: “If you find anything wrong in your future work, please feel free to contact us at any time. You can come to me."
This is what Simu wanted, and he immediately clasped his fists and said: "Yes, Master...I'm going to Yizhuang first, police. Sue 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. . ”
He nodded with four eyes, returned to his residence with a belly full of acid, took out the two-meter giant sword enshrined in front of the statue of the ancestor, and carried the sword 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. Maybe something happened in Fucheng. I'm going to Fucheng to have a look. The return date is uncertain. Just wait for me at home. Don't worry. After learning a few tricks, I wanted to run away from home and make a career in the world.”
"I know, there's no need to explain it like this, I'm not a child." Nianying stood up to see her off.
Qin Yao walked side by side to the gate and rubbed her little head: "Help me say a word to Master and Aunt Sue, so 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, went straight to the pavilion, and placed a hand on his lap. In this book, the confused little girl asked: "Nianying, where is your man??"
(End of this chapter)