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A cold wind blew from nowhere, blowing away the heat that should have been a hot day in June, and there was a chill in the air.

At this time, Fang Qing'er, who was sitting on the ground weakly with her shoulders covered, looked a little overwhelmed.

In front of her, it was Uncle Nine who looked at her with solemn eyes, looking a little ...... Absence.

Sure enough, she who used the Shenluo Heavenly Expedition in front of Uncle Jiu would naturally be interrogated by Uncle Jiu...... Fang Qing'er thought with a sigh in her heart.

However, to her surprise, Uncle Nine did not ask anything.

His eyes were struck at the narrow scar on Fang Qing'er's arm, which had been scratched by zombies.

"Xiao Qing'er, you take your hand away first, and show me the wound." I don't know if it's an illusion, Fang Qing'er found that there was still a trace of excitement in Uncle Jiu's eyes.

"Huh?" Fang Qing'er looked at Uncle Nine in amazement. Then he took away the hand that was covering his wound in a bit of confusion.

The blood-stained arm was revealed to him.

"This is ......" Seeing the scar on Fang Qing'er's arm, Uncle Jiu's eyes were even more surprised.

He hurriedly tore it, tore open the long placket on his body, took out some medicine from his arms and put it on it, and then wrapped Fang Qing'er's wound.

The medicinal powder touched the wound, and there was a slight stinging pain, which made Fang Qing'er's face a little uncomfortable.

But then, the pain in his arm that had been constantly coming down was much lowered...... Fang Qing'er guessed that the medicinal powder that Uncle Nine applied to her should be something similar to gold sore medicine.

After bandaging Fang Qing'er, Uncle Nine took out some glutinous rice flour from his arms and put it on his shoulders injured by zombies, and a burst of white smoke came out of the wound, making Uncle Nine can't help but bare his teeth a little.

After everything was done, Uncle Nine breathed a sigh of relief and sat down.

"Uncle Nine...... Are you okay. Seeing that Uncle Nine was a little tired, Fang Qing'er was worried.

"It's fine. I can hold on. Uncle Nine shook his head, he said, and looked up at Fang Qing'er.

"Xiao Qing'er, Uncle Nine has something I want to ask you."

"Uncle Nine...... What do you want to ask? "Still have you going to ask? Fang Qing'er's face looked a little hesitant.

However, once again, it was different from her guess, only to hear Uncle Nine ask, "Can you tell Uncle Nine about your birthday?" ”

"Birthday Bazi ......" Fang Qing'er was stunned when she heard this, and then came back to her senses, it was the date of birth...... However, she didn't even know the era she had traveled to, and how did she know the date of her birth.

After thinking for a while, Fang Qing'er said, "Qing'er doesn't know what time the birthday is, Qing'er only remembers that she just turned ten years old yesterday. ”

When Uncle Nine heard this, he read slightly, "Were you ten years old yesterday?" That is, ten years ago on June 13, ten years ago ......"

I saw the thumb in Uncle Jiu's hand on a few knuckles, moving one by one, and then ......

And so it was! No wonder so! That's how it should be! Uncle Nine suddenly laughed.

"Nine...... Uncle? ”

Listening to Fang Qing'er's soft voice, Uncle Nine slowly calmed down.

He looked at Fang Qing'er with joy in his eyes and said, "No wonder that little ghost in the day has the ability to rely on you to appear in the daytime, no wonder your blood is first-class, and the zombie is completely attracted to the others and is unaware of the others, no wonder he was obviously injured by the zombie with corpse poison on his body, but the wound was not infected with any corpse poison." ”

"Qing'er! It turns out that you are the reincarnation of the ninth generation of good people. ”

"Nine...... Nine good people? Fang Qing'er was stunned again, what was that...... Someone who was issued a 9th Good Man Card?

"I didn't expect that I, He Jiu, would be lucky enough to meet such a talent."

"Uncle Nine... Listening to you, does it seem that the good people of the ninth world are very powerful? Fang Qing'er asked weakly on the side.

"It's amazing. Xiao Qing'er, have you ever watched the drama of Journey to the West? ”

"Hmm...... Qing'er still remembers, Monkey King. Fang Qing'er nodded, not to mention this world, he had seen a lot in his previous life, the Great Sage was super famous in Fang Qing'er's previous life.

"Then do you know that Sun Wukong's master, Tang Seng, is a tenth-generation spirit child."

"Huh?" Fang Qing'er was puzzled.

I heard Uncle Jiu continue: "Tang Xuanzang was a spiritual boy in the tenth generation, and it took the ninth generation of time to cultivate himself and cross himself, so that he relied on the great cause of learning scriptures to cross sentient beings and achieve the Buddha body. ”

"And the good man of the ninth generation...... But it took nine lifetimes of time to save all people to cross sentient beings and get the good fate of nine lifetimes. ”

"And you, Qing'er, you are the reincarnation of the ninth generation of good people, if you can meet such a great opportunity as learning scriptures, I am afraid that your future achievements will not be weaker than that Tang Xuanzang, and you will become an immortal and a Buddha."

"I'm not a monk." Fang Qing'er didn't have any intuitive feeling in her heart when she heard this, after all, the reincarnation of the ninth generation of good people or something, it was just a mysterious speech, and where were there so many Western Classics for people to take.

"But Uncle Nine...... You just said that the good people of the Ninth World are very similar to Tang Seng......" Suddenly, Fang Qing'er seemed to think of something and hurriedly asked.

"Isn't that ...... Won't I just become Tang monk meat?! Thinking about it carefully, the zombie who had just been completely distracted by his own blood, Fang Qing'er's intuition rushed straight to his mind.

Hearing Fang Qing'er say this, Uncle Nine also came back to his senses.

The Ninth World is a good person, and all laws are inviolable, but it is a peerless tonic that can greatly increase the power of demons and monsters, although it is not as immortal as the rumored Tang monk meat, but it will definitely not be much worse.

Moreover, the body of the ninth good man was immersed in the reincarnation of the ninth world for the first nine years, and when the tenth year, that is, Qing'er is now ten years old, the breath of the ninth good man is completely emanated, and I am afraid that Qing'er himself will not be able to protect himself.

In this way, after thinking about it for a while in his heart, Uncle Nine finally made a decision.

"Qing'er, once you are now emitted by the breath of a good person in the ninth world, you will become Tang monk meat in the eyes of demons and monsters, not only will you be difficult to protect, but you will also be affected by your parents and family."

Uncle Nine said, and then looked at Fang Qing'er's small body.

"Qing'er, now, I, He Jiu, in the name of the twenty-seventh generation of the Shangqing Dao Maoshan Sect, accept you as an introductory disciple, pass on your Qing Dao method and Maoshan Dao technique, so that you can suppress the breath of the ninth generation of good people, are you willing?"

To suppress the breath of the Ninth Generation's good people for Fang Qing'er, the only thing that Uncle Jiu thought of was the Shangqing Dao Method, but the Shangqing Dao Law has been passed down through the generations, and only the disciples of the Shangqing Dao can cultivate.

Therefore, what Uncle Nine has to do at this time is to plan to accept Fang Qing'er as a disciple.

"Accept me as a disciple...... Fang Qing'er looked at Uncle Jiu's eyes in a daze, and took a deep breath.

The Ninth Good Man...... It turns out that this physique not only does not bring any use, but also brings disaster to the people around it...... Besides, I can't figure out that zombie...... I was also attracted to myself.

Fang Qing'er's mind came to mind the usual care of her parents, the kindness of the village chief and grandfather, and ...... The second uncle Li, who was already dead, touched her head with a kind smile......

Fang Qing'er struggled to get up, knelt on the ground and raised his hands in front of Uncle Jiu, "Master is above, Qing'er...... Willing. ”

I closed my eyes slightly, so it's fine...... At the very least, it can't be any more troublesome for them.

Seeing Qing'er's well-behaved appearance, Uncle Nine smiled slightly, "Then from now on, you must remember the rules of my Shangqing Dao Maoshan Sect." ”

"Subdue demons and subdue demons, punish evil and promote good, and return the world to ...... A bright one. ”

"Qing'er remembered."

After Uncle Nine finished speaking, he saw Fang Qing'er's small body, and it was injured by the zombie just now, full of scars, so he reached out and gently helped Qing'er up.

But, right now.

Suddenly, Uncle Nine seemed to feel something, his brows furrowed suddenly, and then he sighed slightly.

"Today, I He Jiu accepted such a well-behaved and lovely apprentice, it should have been a happy day......"

Uncle Nine turned his head slightly, and looked at the ...... not far away In the depths of darkness.

"It's a pity that zombies don't look at the atmosphere."

……

Ponto, pun, pun......

The tall figure gradually moved from far to near, slowly ...... Slow ...... appeared in front of Fang Qing'er's eyes.

Is that......

Yesterday morning, what she had seen.

"That real zombie ......"

Uncle Nine suddenly took a step forward and stood in front of Fang Qing'er, his face full of solemnity, and the peachwood sword was tightly held in his hand.

"No wonder...... A second-hand zombie can break through my zombie talisman......"

"It turns out that it was a stiff hair that bit him?"