In 1920, late spring.

Renjia Town, one hundred miles north of Guangzhou.

A red sun slowly rose from the eastern horizon. As time passed, the blue sky changed its color little by little, announcing the official arrival of a new day.

On the east side of Zhendong, a hill with lush green trees and greenery, the thin mist that was originally strolling between the plants and trees disappeared without a trace.

A thin and slender gray hare poked out her small head from the green grass, with a pair of sly eyes flashing around, as if she wanted to determine whether the surroundings were safe. Suddenly, without any signs, the ground trembled violently, as if a ground dragon turned over.

A hare, who will be very nervous when it is a little turbulent, has never seen such a formation and is so scared that it runs away.

After a few seconds, the shaking suddenly stopped and a broken and old Taoist temple rose from the ground.

In the temple, Cao Yi opened his eyes and his first reaction was the change in temperature.

Compared to the middle of winter, Taihu Lake is extremely humid and heated.

Of course, this is just a simple body surface feeling. A stream of spiritual energy passes through the inside of the skin and there is no feeling.

Suddenly, a familiar smell entered the nasal cavity.

This is?

Cao Yi's heart moved and walked out of the Taoist temple. Unexpectedly, he was surrounded by fruit trees again.

This time, it was the lychee forest.

Each tree is full of ripe red lychees, with the fruits flowing in the shape of a flowing heart, wide at the top and pointed at the bottom; the lobes vary in size, irregular arrangement, less obvious sutures, and thick skin.

If you guess correctly, it is the famous March Red among the thirteen kinds of lychees. Now it is the time when it matures.

Walking under a lychee tree, I thought about it and a full lychee fell down.

Cao Yi reached out to catch it, peeled it open, and put it in his mouth. It was very delicious. Of course, it would be even better if he could freeze it.

After eating a few more times, Cao Yi turned around and returned to the temple.

Like the previous few times, recall the characters and plots of this world.

First of all, there is the soul of this world, Lin Jiu, whose nickname is Feng Jiao, and who is known as Jiu Uncle.

The characteristics are very obvious, with thick eyebrows, good skills, and like to have a cold and humorous time. He is wearing a yellow Tai Chi robe and a gossip scarf. There are always two "mindless" and "unhappy" apprentices around him: the handsome one is Qiu Sheng, and the stupid one is Wen Cai; a peach wood sword, a few yellow paper talismans, a pick-up of the sword tip, and a stomp on one foot, making a move that is "authentic ghost-catching style".

Another major figure, Mr. Ren and Ren Weiyong, were plotted by enemies and turned into zombies in twenty years and wanted to kill all their descendants.

In the general plot, Mr. Ren, the biggest tycoon in Renjia Town, was ordered by Mr. Feng Shui when his father Ren Weiyong was buried and must be rebuilt twenty years later, so he asked the local Maoshan master Jiu Shu to help with this matter.

On the day of the coffin, Uncle Jiu found that the body of Old Master Ren Weiyong was not corrupted. He was worried that the other party had turned into a zombie, so he transported the coffin to the charity house where he went.

A battle between zombies and Taoist priests began.

“On the surface, the world will be very relaxed.”

Cao Yi talked to himself.

"but"

Cao Yi made another turning point: "There are only so many ghosts and zombies in a mere town. How could it be simple? And there is also the task of defending Renjia Town and chasing the source of zombies. This Renjia Town is afraid that there are big secrets."

I thought about it for a while, but I couldn't figure it out.

曹易拿出一部典籍看了起来.

After two hours, Mr. Ren was not here to visit him. Cao Yi put down the classics, opened the spirit gathering array, released Xiaotian to visit him, and walked out of the Taoist temple.

After walking south less than a hundred meters, Cao Yi suddenly stopped and showed a smile on his face. There is spiritual energy in this world, and you can absorb it with a little exercise.

After walking south for a while, a green bamboo forest entered the field of view.

A gust of spring breeze blew, and the sound of pine waves came from the bamboo forest.

Cao Yi flashed and entered the bamboo forest. It took less than a minute to find a fairly smooth stone, sat on the ground, and began to practice.

A stream of spiritual energy from the world enters the meridians through the skin and then enters the dantian. After a complicated transformation, it becomes pure five elements spiritual energy, half remaining in the dantian, and half running to every corner of the body to strengthen the body.

Practicing Taoism is different from cultivating immortality. It mainly cultivates the mind, and also emphasizes moderation and balance. Soon, this high frequency of absorption of spiritual energy will slow down.

时光飞梭,一天过去,又一个清晨到来.

Cao Yi opened his eyes, and two flames burst out from his eyes. A bamboo a few meters away was surrounded by the flames and burned to ashes in a blink of an eye.

“这算不算是火眼金睛?”

Cao Yi said to himself.

起身,朝竹林外走去.

It has been a day and a night since I left the Taoist temple. Xiaotian, the second change, was confused, so don’t make any changes.

After walking, he looked like he was a hundred steps, and two obviously human auras appeared in front of him.

一个比普通人稍微强一些.

一个气息悠长,内敛,远超出常人.

难道是林九和他的其中一个徒弟?

With doubts, Cao Yi speeded up and not long after walking out of the bamboo forest, he saw two men.

A tall and thin man in his forties, with two thick eyebrows almost connected together, wearing a gray robe, tied with a rope around his waist, highlighting his thin waist, and his hands with two sleeves turned to his elbows, with his back on his back, with a serious face.

On the side, there was a young man with a very handsome appearance and a good temperament. Unfortunately, they were all destroyed by the laziness between the eyebrows and eyes.

林九,秋生.

曹易一眼就认出了两人.

"I taught you how to draw talismans in the air last time, why haven't I learned it for so long? Do it again?"

Lin Jiu said speechlessly.

Qiu Sheng scratched the back of his head and bent down to pick up a piece of yellow paper from the ground.

I put it in the palm of my hand and made a few gestures, and the air flowed all over my body.

Suddenly, it suddenly threw away the yellow paper that flew out was fixed in the air.

秋生咬破手指,刚写了两笔.

黄纸无力的掉落了下去.

林九发愁的看着自己的徒弟.

“师傅,我肯定是没吃饱.”

秋生给自己找了一个借口.

Lin Jiu bent over, took out two rice balls from the cloth bag on the ground, and handed them to Qiu Sheng with a gourd of water.

At the same time, he swept Cao Yi with the light from the corner of his eyes.

Two minutes later.

“师傅,我失血过多,头晕”

“那用朱砂”

...

Three minutes later.

“师傅,天太热了”

...

“师傅,蚊子太多了”

...

“师傅,我好累”

...

林九的脸越来越黑.

已经走到近前的曹易,摇了摇头.

No wonder many people think it is easy to worship Lin Jiu as their teacher. Lin Jiu is willing to teach disciples like Qiu Sheng and Wencai, let alone those who are willing to learn.
Chapter completed!