When the people around thought about it, they also felt that the other party was right, except for the powerful Dao Monarch, who could cast spells silently?

If the other party is a Taoist monarch, they are so unrelenting, it is obvious that they are asking for hardship or self-defeat.

After thinking about it, everyone agreed that Zhuo Feng's inability to speak was better than that they couldn't speak!

A few young Taoist priests didn't take the initiative to crack other people's spells, aren't they asking for trouble?

Zhuo Feng looked around, took out a silver ticket with a face value of 1,000 taels, and gestured to a young Taoist priest.

Looking at the silver ticket in the other party's hand, the young Taoist priest Sun Yulin was moved.

Seeing this, Zhuo Feng took out another silver ticket and made a few gestures again.

"Two thousand taels of silver, that's not a small amount." Sun Yulin said secretly in his heart.

Seeing that the other party was already moved, Zhuo Feng took out a silver ticket again.

Sun Yulin looked around, and then said, "Poor Dao doesn't dare to guarantee that he will be able to let you speak. ”

Zhuo Feng dipped a little tea in his hand and wrote on the table, "Dao Chief, just make a move." ”

"I finally got the hang of it, and I still know how to write by hand." Chen Yu said secretly in his heart.

"Once the poor Dao makes a move, whether it is successful or not, it will offend the person who casts the spell in secret." Sun Yulin said.

"Please also ask the Taoist to save me, as long as I can speak, these silver are Taoist chiefs." Zhuo Feng wrote and erased.

"Then you mean, Poor Dao didn't let you speak, just worked for nothing?" Sun Yulin asked with a frown.

"Dao Chief, whether you succeed or not, this silver is yours." Zhuo Feng thought about it for a while, and then wrote on the table again.

Sun Yulin was overjoyed, stretched out his hand to take the silver, and began to cast a spell to break the seal.

Jiang Hua walked out of the Cold Moon Tower and said to a servant, "You go to the National Teacher's Mansion to report the case."

"Yes, young master." The servant Jiang Daniu nodded in response, turned around and walked away quickly.

Sun Yulin failed to crack the sealing technique, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, the strength of the person who casts the spell on you is too strong, and the poor Dao can't do anything!" ”

Zhuo Feng was terrified in his heart, if he couldn't speak all the time, he would be a dumb person in the future.

After listening to the poems written by the scholars and Taoist priests around him, and watching the dance of the girl in Leng Yuelou, Chen Yu turned around and left.

After thinking about it, he went to buy a manor and adopted nine more young boys.

There are too many demons and monsters in the world, and Chen Yu plans to teach a few apprentices and let them subdue demons and eliminate demons.

"From now on, your name is Chen Yi, your name is Chen Er, and your name is Chen Jiu."

After choosing the names of the nine cheap apprentices, Chen Yu bought them a few recharge packages.

After a month or so, he began to teach them literacy, and with the help of the top-up package, their knowledge skyrocketed.

"The cultivation realm of the Taoist priest is a warlock, a mage, a heavenly master, and a Taoist monarch in order."

After talking about the cultivation system, Chen Yu taught his disciples to practice martial arts during the day, and let them cultivate at night.

Time flies, and before you know it, it's three years.

"This is a magic weapon refined for the teacher, early tomorrow morning, you will go out to subdue demons and eliminate demons!"

Chen Yu stretched out his hand and waved, and nine powerful magic swords flew in front of the nine apprentices.

"Yes, Master!" The crowd replied with a loud voice.

"This is the end of the fate, and there will be no end in the future!" As soon as Chen Yu's voice fell, his figure disappeared without a trace.

"Congratulations to Master!" Nine people knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

The next day, nine fifteen or sixteen-year-old Taoist priests reluctantly left the manor.

One by one, the demons and monsters were killed by them one after another, and in less than half a year, they became famous all over the world.

Chen Yu, who was sitting cross-legged on the world's highest peak, took the big black who returned from the sky into his own universe.

Charge himself with a thousand years of sleep, and in the blink of an eye, he fell asleep.

"Brother Wang, who do you think is the strongest among the nine sons of the Chen Sect?"

"It must be Chen Yizhen, the third-rate Dao Jun Yin and Jiuyou, all of whom were killed by him with one sword."

"I think Chen Sanzhen's strength is the strongest, and the third-rate Ghost Emperor Blood River didn't block his sword!"

"The nine sub-divisions of the Chen Sect are all Dao and Martial Arts, their strength is immeasurable, who knows which one is the strongest?"

"If you want me to say, the most powerful person in the world must be Chen Yizhen and their master!"

"In just three years, nine ordinary teenagers have been trained to be both martial saints and Taoist monarchs."

Countless warriors and Taoist priests tirelessly discussed Chen Yi and them, as well as their unfathomable master.

Decades later, the nine sons of the Chen Sect successively established a faction, and each created a super sect under the name of Jiugong.

More than a hundred years later, Chen Yi and the others have broken through the air, and as for their master, he has been forgotten by most people.

Chen Yu, who was sleeping on the highest peak in the world, had one dream after another.

Falling into a deep sleep, he was buried by the ice and snow again and again, and emerged from the ice and snow again and again.

Time flies, and five hundred years later, a man and a woman stepped on the snow, looking for treasures everywhere.

"Senior brother, look!" Xiao Ruoying, a disciple of the Qianmen, pointed to the top of the mountain.

"There are people at the top of the mountain." Zhou Yunqing, a disciple of the Qianmen, said with a sigh.

"Senior brother, let's go up and have a look." Xiao Ruoying said.

"Senior sister, be careful." Zhou Yunqing nodded.

The two of them used the magic talisman and the light talisman to rush to the top of the mountain as if they were walking on the ground.

"This, this, how is this possible?" Zhou Yunqing said in disbelief.

"Senior brother, what's wrong?" Xiao Ruoying asked suspiciously.

"Senior sister, take a closer look." Zhou Yunqing said.

"Master Zu, it's Master Zu!" Xiao Ruoying exclaimed.

"Zhou Yunqing, the twenty-third generation disciple of Qianmen, meet Master Zu!" Zhou Yunqing knelt down and kowtowed.

"Xiao Ruoying, a disciple of the twenty-third generation of Qianmen, meet Master Zu." Xiao Ruoying followed and kowtowed nine times.

Seeing the figure sitting cross-legged, without the slightest reaction, Zhou Yunqing mustered up the courage to check it, and said with a complicated expression, "Master Zu is not breathing, and there is no heartbeat. ”

"Senior brother, do you want to send Master Zu back to Qianmen?" Xiao Ruoying asked.

"Hmm." Zhou Yunqing nodded, took out a strong charm and stuck it on his body, picked up Chen Yu with both hands, and walked quickly down the mountain.

After a lot of hardships, the two returned to the Great Qin Empire, and it took a few more months for them to return to Qianmen.

"Yunqing, what's going on?" Lin Yunfeng, the head of the Qianmen, asked with a frown.

"Master, we have brought back the body of Master Zu." Zhou Yunqing hurriedly said.

Lin Yunfeng looked at it carefully, looked at the portrait of the ancestor again, and immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

A few days later, the heads of Kanmen, Genmen, and Kunmen, with the eight disciples, hurried to Qianmen.

"Meet Master Zu." A group of Taoist priests stood in turn, kneeling and kowtowing respectfully.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the body of the ancestor was recovered by our disciples of Qianmen, and it is reasonable to be reasonable, the body of the ancestor should be placed in our Qianmen." Lin Yunfeng said.

"Master Lin, you can't say that, Master Zu is not only the ancestor of your Qianmen, but also our common grandfather, no matter how you look at it, Master Zu's body should not be Qianmen."

"It's better to spend money together to build a Taoist temple for the ancestors to worship the disciples of the nine sects!"

"That's a good idea, and it should be!" The heads of the eight doors said one after another.

A few months later, the capital of the Great Qin Empire had an additional Nine Gate Ancestor Temple.

Each of the nine major sects sends disciples to guard the Nine Sect Ancestral Temple, and during the New Year's Festival, the disciples of the Nine Gates will come to worship.

"Isn't Master Zu an immortal? Why is his hair still growing? ”

"Could it be that Master Zu hasn't passed away yet? He just fell asleep? ”

"It is worthy of the ancestor master, the scissors forged with the Nine Heavens Dark Iron can not cut his hair."

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