The dilapidated war puppet squatted hard in front of the rock where Yan Jiu was hiding, and every movement was accompanied by a "squeak" sound that could be called torture. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But this voice to Yan Jiu's ears was the beating of the drumming when you went to the guillotine, and the sound was compelling, announcing that you were about to die.

The puppet kept crouching, looking at the pile of white sand on the ground, only one of the remaining eyes flashed red.

"This little fellow Daoist, are you okay?"

I saw that the war puppet spoke, but the voice was unexpectedly good. If it weren't for his appearance as an "abandoned terminator", it would be like an ordinary greeting between old friends.

"This little Taoist friend, I look at your bones Qingqi, and your divine sense is outstanding, do you have any intention of learning to make war puppets with you? Abandoned in the Lower Secret Puppet Courtyard - Ziqi. ”

Yan Jiu's mind is simply a capital circle! This kind of divine turn that does not want your life, but takes you as a disciple, is also extinct.

While Yan Jiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his heart was nervously lifted again! Did I hear me right?

Secret Doll House! Outcasts! Purple Qi!

Isn't he a genius? Isn't he a monk Jindan? Hasn't he been missing for hundreds of years? How did it end up here? And why is it like this?

"This little fellow Daoist, don't think about it, I know what you're thinking."

The voice that called itself Ziqi said slowly.

"I'm the Ziqi you think, the Ziqi real person who has been missing for hundreds of years."

At that moment, Yan Jiu actually heard the momentum of the superior from this voice, and the vicissitudes of reading thousands of sails.

"My time is running out, let me ask you, would you like to worship under my Ziqi Sect and be my disciple?"

Yan Jiu lowered his eyes and thought about it, it sounded like a very exciting idea, but I don't know how true it is? How much fake? If it's true, why does this Ziqi Zhenren want to take himself as an apprentice for no reason? Why do you teach yourself such a precious inheritance?

If it's false, it's hard to say.

"Little Daoyou, I said it all, don't think so much, I can know what you think. Don't you think it's amazing, hurry up and worship me as a teacher, I can teach you everything~" Ziqi Zhenren said extremely temptingly, it was like a fight with some "strange" organizations.

Yan Jiu lifted the "turning sand" and slowly appeared in front of Ziqi Zhenren, and Yan Jiu directly expressed her attitude with her actions. Furthermore, Yan Jiu didn't think that he could make these small moves in front of Monk Jindan.

Yan Jiu's bright eyes widened, looking at the flickering red eyes of the war puppet.

"Tell me, what do you want from me? I can answer you, willingly or not. ”

Hearing this, Ziqi was a little stunned, this little girl named Yan Jiu didn't look big, how could she be so old.

"I haven't been out for hundreds of years, and now the little girls have become so direct?" Ziqi Zhenren said depressedly, "This is a pie-in-the-sky thing, aren't you excited?" ”

Yan Jiu smiled, and his voice returned crisply, "It's exciting, but the first thing this world has taught me is equivalent exchange!" No one treats you well for no reason, and we never cross paths. ”

Yan Jiuyi raised his chin and continued, "Aren't you running out of time?" Hurry up and tell me your conditions, if I can do it, it will be a constraint on you. ”

The Ziqi real person laughed "haha", although it looked extraordinarily palpable on that naked/exposed metal broken face, Yan Jiu knew that he agreed.

"Good! Good! Good! ”

That Ziqi said hello three times in a row! Only then did he use the single eye that flashed red to look at Yan Jiu.

"Yan Jiu! I want you to promise me three things! As long as you can do it, I will teach you what I have learned all my life! Never keep it! ”

Yan Jiu hugged his fists and bowed, this is the respect that a Jindan monk should have, and it is also the respect that an elder should have!

"Junior, Yan Jiu, please tell your seniors!"

"First things first, I want you to kill someone!"

"Dare to ask what kind of cultivation it is?"

"His name is Yan Liuyun! A few hundred years ago, he was a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, and if he hadn't died, he would have been married by now. ”

"Seniors, forgive me for being shallow, juniors haven't heard of this person."

"Of course you haven't heard of it!" That Ziqi sneered, "He has always used the name "Qingzhu Weng" outside, and it is normal that you have not heard of it. ”

Yan Jiu frowned, this name is so familiar, it seems that he has heard it before? Where have you heard of it?

That's right! Yan Jiuyi patted his head, Yan Qing had mentioned it, and the name he used at that time ridiculed Steward Yan.

"Dare to ask the seniors, the magic weapon used by the "Green Bamboo Weng" is a green bamboo cane called Bizhu Root? ”

"You've seen him!" Ziqi turned his head and asked sharply, and even his voice was three points colder.

"Don't hide it from the seniors, this "green bamboo Weng" Yan Liuyun has fallen a month ago, and this is what the younger generations have seen with their own eyes. So let's change the conditions for the seniors. ”

"He's dead! Ha ha! He's dead! ”

That Ziqi laughed loudly for a while, and went crazy for a while, Yan Jiu who watched it was a little unbearable, wasn't he afraid that the war puppet would not be able to bear falling apart?

After a long while, the Ziqi True Man stopped, he looked at Yan Jiu and asked, "You said you saw it with your own eyes!" Do you know how he died? ”

Yan Jiu can only tell the truth, anyway, what he said is the truth! I fell into this Lin Heaven Realm, or because of these two fathers and sons!

"Back to his predecessors, this Yan Liuyun originally wanted to plant Dao Lotus on his son Yan Qing, but Yan Qing saw through it. Yan Liuyun was finally defeated and killed by his own son Yan Qing. ”

"Haha, retribution! Yan Liuyun, Yan Liuyun, you didn't hesitate to kill my son's Bizhu root in the first place! But I didn't expect that you also have today! ”

Ziqi turned his head and looked at Yan Jiu again, the piercing sound was like someone holding a chainsaw and sawing wood in his ear!

"Although you didn't finish the first thing, you brought me this good news, and this time you passed."

Ziqi looked at Yan Jiu and continued, "Although I betrayed the Secret Puppet Academy, the Secret Puppet Academy has raised me for several years after all. This second thing, I want you to promise me, if there is a problem in the Heavenly Secret Puppet Academy, I want you to do your best to help without hurting yourself! ”

Yan Jiu thought for a moment before nodding his head.

"Yes, if the secret puppet house is in trouble, I will do my best to help!"

"Good!" Ziqi continued: "As for the third one, I want you to make a demon oath!" You're going to take care of my son after I'm gone until he's back to normal! ”

Yan Jiu frowned, take care of his son? Back to normal?

Yan Jiu asked hesitantly, "I don't know, the son of the senior?" Where is it now? And why ......?"

When Ziqi heard this, he laughed out loud, "Far away in front of me, what I want you to take care of is "him", my son - Monsoon." ”

Yan Jiu looked at the dilapidated "robot" in front of him, this Ziqi real person is not crazy, this is even more terrifying than the "fetish" of some otaku!

As a teacher, he looks so unreliable.

Ziqi Zhenren's eyes softened unexpectedly, that's right, in Yan Jiu's opinion, it was an inexplicably soft feeling, as if the softest place in the heart of a tough guy was carefully mentioned by him.

"Ji Feng is a good boy, with good talent and fast cultivation, and he has successfully built a foundation in just over 20 years. He told me that he wanted to go out on his own, to walk, to see, to find his way. ”

"And then?" Yan Jiu asked softly.

"I agreed, it was the worst decision I've ever made in my life."

But I heard the overflowing self-blame and resentment in Ziqi's voice.

"Monsoon returned, and instead of finding his avenue, he brought back a "good friend". It happened that the Lintian Realm opened in those days, and they made an appointment to try their luck in the Lintian Realm together. And I, agreed. ”

Ziqi's voice fell lonely, "Then he never came back, and the last image of the soul lamp coming back was that his "good friend" killed Monsoon and snatched the blue bamboo root from his hand. I set off to rush to the Lintian Realm, only to find that he was powerless to return to the heavens. I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled! But a dead thing! How is it worth my child's life! ”

Ziqi screamed loudly, like a madman. The piercing and sharp sound made Yan Jiu feel slightly sad.

In this world, there are fathers like Yan Liuyun and Yan Qing, and there are fathers like Ziqi Zhenren, it's really ......

So I stole the "Thousand Hearts" of the Secret Doll Courtyard and made Monsoon into a "living puppet"! It's just that I don't know what went wrong, the monsoon soul in the living puppet began to gradually dissipate, there was no way, I could only use the "secret method" to make my own soul and enter the monsoon's body to suppress the soul for him. ”

"Did you succeed?"

"Yes, I succeeded. Monsoon's soul is stable, but I have been away from my body for so long that my body has been corrupted and I can't go back. ”

"Then why don't you take it? My cultivation is far behind yours, isn't it faster to take away? ”

"Heh" Ziqi smiled bitterly, "Do you think I haven't thought about it?" Do you think you're the only monk here? But my soul can't leave Monsoon's body for a long time, as long as I leave for a long time, without my suppression, he will quickly dissipate, and there will be no more of my child Monsoon in this world. ”

"And what's the matter with collecting the spirits of those black-faced mandrills?"

"The mandrill walks in the forest all year round, and its spirit is yin, and it is best to strengthen the soul of the monsoon. That's why I used the elixir as bait to drive the old mandrill to collect the essence for me. ”

Yan Jiu touched his chin and said after thinking for a while, "Although I don't want to hit you, why do you think that what you can't even do, entrust it to me, and I can do it?" ”

Ziqi smiled bitterly, "There's no way, Monsoon's soul is dissipating, I can only keep him temporarily by fusing my soul with him as soon as possible." ”

At the end, Shiki asked with a little caution, "Would you like to?" ”

The caution in that tone made Yan Jiu extremely moved.

Yan Jiu knelt down solemnly towards Ziqi, and his three fingers, middle, food, and ring, pointed to the sky in the shape of incense.

Yan Jiu looked at Ziqi and swore word by word.

"I, Yan Jiu, swear to the Heavenly Dao today that I will treat my mentor Ziqi Zhenren's widowed son Ji Feng well until he fully recovers. The emperor is above, the earth is below, if I, Yan Jiu, violate this oath, I will stop repairing, and the road is hopeless! ”

Heavenly Dao felt it, and at the end of Yan Jiu's index finger, a gold thread quietly appeared, and after turning around the index finger, it turned into a golden vein, floating on the finger like a tattoo.

After that, Yan Jiu respectfully kowtowed three times to Ziqi Zhenren! Only then did he get up, looked at Ziqi Zhenren with a smile, and shouted from the bottom of his heart: "Master." ”

"I don't have much time, now I will teach you what I have learned all my life, in order to prevent you from cultivating well enough and being ambitious, I will block some things, and when your realm is improved in the future, you can naturally watch it."

Ziqi shouted, "Concentrate! Breathe! ”

Yan Jiu obeyed the order, sat down cross-legged, and behind the living puppet, the figure of a monk in Tsing Yi gradually emerged, only to see him smile kindly at Yan Jiu, and "whoosh" into Yan Jiu's eyebrows.

Countless mysterious characters, magic circles, patterns, and array diagrams poured out overwhelmingly, Yan Jiu calmed down, hugged the source and kept one, and put all these things into his mind, this is the best gift given by a father and a master.

Yan Jiu didn't know how long it was, maybe it was a moment, maybe it was an hour, maybe it was a day.

Yan Jiu only knew that when he opened his eyes, the purple man in green clothes nodded at him with a smile.

"If there is something, you can go to my senior brother Donglai Zhenren and say sorry to him for me, I don't ask him for forgiveness, I just hope he won't be angry."

After Ziqi finished speaking, he flew to the center of Monsoon's eyebrows and disappeared.

Yan Jiu was suddenly a little sentimental, but just one day of getting along made him feel deeply about this father and this master.

He disappeared and never came back......