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On the ninth day of September,

Yizhuang, in the room.

Before dawn, Uncle Nine subconsciously opened his eyes and got up, and was stunned after waiting for his clothes to be worn for a while: "Do you still have morning class today?" ”

Don't do it,

Zhao Zheng is not here today!

He's not coming, and I'm still doing morning classes, so isn't that equivalent to him coming! Sleep, sleep! Uncle Nine continued to walk on the bed.

After lying down for a while, Uncle Jiu, who had no sleepiness at all, got up with a black face, everyone else was an apprentice, how could he come to him to change.

After washing, he went to the Dharma Hall for a morning lesson.

All the way to,

Squeak......

The door of Yizhuang was pushed open, and Uncle Jiu subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, secretly saying that fortunately, while doing the morning class today, he walked out of the Dharma Hall and looked at Zhao Zheng strangely.

"Huh?"

It wasn't until Zhao Zheng summoned out a simple magic sword out of thin air in front of him that his eyes widened.

"Hmmm! Magic Sword! ”

"Master......"

Half-ringing, Uncle Jiu, who was sitting at the stone table, looked at the simple style magic sword in his hand, and then thought about the abnormal movements of the copper coin sword and the peach wood sword last night, and then looked at the Tai'a sword in his hand.

Inexplicably,

He felt outrageous!

It's too absurd!

"You said you dreamed of a group of dead monks when you slept last night? You kill the other person again, and then when you wake up, this Tai'a sword appears in your hand! ”

Uncle Nine was repeating uncertainly, and after seeing Zhao Zheng nodding, he was slightly silent, and asked the question again: "...... Are you sure your ancestors have nothing to do with Qin Shi Huang? ”

"I've seen it early, and the genealogy can't catch up!"

Zhao Zheng shook his head. Hearing Uncle Jiu's frowning scrutiny, Zhao Zheng looked at Zhao Zheng for a while before he spoke: "Then have you ever had any other dreams?" For example, saying something you don't understand in a dream? ”

"It's a tongue!"

"Not either."

“……”

Uncle Nine was silent for a while, handed the Tai'a Sword to Zhao Zheng, got up and walked, and thought for a while before looking at Zhao Zhengdao.

"That's not right!"

As he spoke, he paused and said, "When I was apprenticing, I checked the third life for you, and if there is a problem, I will see it for a long time...... It's out! ”

Uncle Nine said for a moment, his eyes were thoughtful, and he waved his hand indifferently and said, "Okay, don't think too much, maybe it's just an accident, after all, something like you hasn't happened before?" ”

"Huh?"

"Your master Bo Shijian knows, right?"

"I've heard Master say that."

"It is said! Your master Bo Shijian was born when he was old...... His mother had dreamed of the ...... of the gods of the Thunder Tribe."

"Huh?"

“…… Well, you're big, listen to the teacher! Uncle Nine rolled his eyes and continued: "Then, your master Bo Shijian was born with an innate thunder spirit body, and he learned the unparalleled lightning rushing thunder fist in my Maoshan Mountain, and the wooden chun Dafa that can be attacked and defended!" ”

"I've heard Master Thunder Fist say it, but this Mu Chun Dafa?" Zhao Zheng asked knowingly, pretending to be curious, and found that Uncle Nine sat down and took the empty cup.

Zhao Zheng got up and went to the kitchen to bring hot water, made a pot of tea and poured a cup for Uncle Jiu, Uncle Jiu looked at Zhao Zheng, who only poured tea for him and did not pour a cup for himself, and reluctantly picked up the teapot and poured a cup for Zhao Zheng, then slowly explained.

"Mu Tsubaki Dafa is different from ordinary spells, in addition to using the wood aura between heaven and earth to condense and attack the enemy, you can also absorb the wood aura between heaven and earth to recover injuries!"

"One positive and one strange? Is there someone above the master? ”

“……”

There are people below him!

Uncle Nine rolled his eyes, but still explained: "Your master Bo Xian's father is our senior brother in charge of Maoshan today!" ”

"Understood, just like Master, you said before that the reason why First Mao is proficient in alchemy is because his father is the Great Elder of the Refining Hall!"

"Ahem, you just know it, why are you talking so much!"

Uncle Nine almost choked on the tea in his mouth, glanced at the Dharma Hall, and looked curiously at Zhao Zhengdao, whose face was still as usual.

"Don't you think it's unfair?"

"Okay."

"Hmm!"

Uncle Nine showed a satisfied look of being a teachable child, and just wanted to speak, he heard Zhao Zheng speak: "After all, compared to most people, I am quite unfair to them!" ”

Son of the Mayor of the Town,

Uncle Ren Fa,

The Disciple of the Nine Uncles,

This starting point is already very high!

“……”

Where did you get so much to talk about!

Uncle Nine rolled his eyes helplessly, he found that his little apprentice was good everywhere, but he was too mature.

Eighteen years old and twenty-eight hearts.

Although there are few words, when he talks about it, he can sometimes be confused by his crooked reasoning and heresies.

"You......"

Uncle Nine took a sip of tea, looked at Wen Cai, who was still sleeping outside the morgue, and couldn't help but think secretly.

"If only these two boys had half his mind!"

After thinking about it, he saw that Zhao Zheng was about to speak, and couldn't help waving his hand in disgust: "Okay, hurry up and go home to recuperate, and come back when the injury is healed, by the way, have you seen the true explanation of the talisman for you?" ”

"I saw ......"

"Okay, is there any ......?"

As soon as Uncle Nine was about to speak, he saw Zhao Zheng take out a thick pile of rune paper from his arms and hand it to him, and he subconsciously took it and spread it out.

He looked at the nearly 100 kinds of rune paper in his hand blankly, raised his head to look at Zhao Zheng, and then looked at the rune paper, and repeated it several times.

"You drew this?"

"Hmm!"

“…… No, you...... No, I taught you how to draw symbols? Uncle Nine looked at Zhao Zheng blankly, and Zhao Zheng nodded.

"You taught it when you drew talismans before!"

“……”

Wait a minute

Are you sure that's taught?

Uncle Nine rubbed his frowning brows, and after flipping through the nearly 100 kinds of rune paper in his hand, he looked at Zhao Zhengdao with a puzzled and puzzled face: "No, it's only been one day, and you've learned everything?" ”

"What? Questions? ”

“……”

No

No problem

No problem at all!

Uncle Nine shook his head expressionlessly, looking at the rune paper in his hand that was okay, but it shouldn't be successful.

That's right

It just shouldn't!

It only takes a day to complete the match, and these talismans should not have succeeded, but these talismans have been successfully drawn!

This, unreasonable!

"Could it be that this kid's talent in the Fu Gong is stronger than mine?" Uncle Nine frowned and thought, looked at the rune paper and then looked at Zhao Zheng.

"It's a good drawing, but don't draw it!"

"Why?"

"Huh?"

“…… If you don't draw, you won't paint! ”

Looking at the ninth uncle who showed that you are the master or my master, Zhao Zheng replied helplessly, and the ninth uncle glanced at Zhao Zheng with satisfaction.

"Come, teach you something else for the teacher!"

"Good!"

Zhao Zheng followed Uncle Nine to the study, and Uncle Nine came to the bottom of the bookshelf and took out a tome, about a finger high.

"Come, look at this, when do you feel a headache, when do you come to find a teacher!" Uncle Nine handed Zhao Zheng the tome with the words Qimen Yin Dun Nine Bureaus written on it.

Zhao Zheng hesitated for a while, and after taking the tome, he listened to Uncle Jiu say: "Okay, hurry home and recuperate!" ”

"Yes, Master!"

Zhao Zheng turned to leave, but before he could leave the study, Uncle Nine stopped him, making him turn around in confusion.

"What's wrong, Master?"

“…… It's okay, let's go! ”

Uncle Nine looked at the two rune papers in his hand, waved his hand expressionlessly, and it was not until Zhao Zheng left Yizhuang that he picked up the rune paper and looked at it, looking at it expressionlessly.

If he wasn't blind, these two talismans were originally one, that is, this kid ...... Uncle Nine took a deep breath.

"Calm ......"

"Calm ......"

"I read the wrong ......"

"How can one rune paper be split into two ......?"

After that, the palm that grabbed the rune paper rubbed it, and the rune paper turned into powder and disappeared, and Uncle Nine just wanted to walk out of the study, only to hear the click of Dao's heart.

“…… Calm down! ”