What did this old man do?!!

Jiu Yong jumped three feet high in shock, took several steps back before he stabilized, and looked at Dean Shi with his fists in front of him with a wary expression.

"The old man said, don't be so nervous. Dean Shi didn't bother to talk nonsense, and with a flick of his fingers, another beam of light shot into Jiu Yong's eyebrows.

As soon as the beam of light entered the center of his eyebrows, scenes that he had never experienced appeared in Jiu Yong's mind, and finally the person he was familiar with appeared in the picture.

Old man!

It turns out that they are really brothers! After confirming the relationship, then it will be easy to say.

With a bang, his knees smashed on the floor, Jiu Yong knelt down without hesitation, and at this moment, the Golden Horse Actor was possessed, and two lines of tears flowed down when he looked up.

I don't know when Jiu Yong released the steamed bun, and hugged the steamed bun's neck with both hands to prevent the steamed bun from getting up and resisting.

"Uncle Shi, my nephew is so miserable..."Jiu Yong complained there with tears in his eyes, but his hand quietly pinched the neck of the steamed bun.

"Hurry up and pretend to be pitiful!" whispered in Mantou's ear, and Jiuyong continued to cry again.

"Uncle Shi, my nephew has finally found you after a lot of hardships and hardships along the way, I really want to write a tragic word on your lap..."

"Okay, okay, what kind of system, quickly stand up. "If it weren't for the fact that he had already investigated Jiu Yong's memories clearly, Dean Shi might have really been subjected to Jiu Yong's way.

What did this kid just say? Why can't you kneel when you are killed?

The performance was a bit too much, and Jiu Yong was also a little embarrassed, so he pretended to wipe his tears before standing up, but the steamed bun was still there and wailed there without a sound, and Jiuyong quietly kicked the steamed bun twice, telling it not to play again.

"Whew..."

"Ma Dan, stop acting!" is so embarrassing that Jiu Yong can't stand it.

"That uncle, this is steamed buns. ”

"Hmm. Dean Shi Shi just glanced at the steamed buns and stopped caring, he knew everything he should know through Jiuyong's memory.

"Uncle Shi..." Jiu Yong was about to speak, but was interrupted by Dean Shishi's wave.

"Jiu Yong, your uncle also understands your situation, so you will stay in the academy for the time being, Uncle Shi has nothing to do, this master order you to take it, and you have time to go to the Treasure Pavilion to choose some weapons to take advantage of. ”

"You have a poor foundation, and the wonderful doctor also told me about your injuries, don't practice the eight-phase enlightenment technique passed on by your senior brother for a hundred years, learn the exercises in the library well, and be sure to practice the foundation solidly. ”

Jiu Yong held the order tightly, his nails digging into his flesh.

Originally, when he was told that he could not use the Eight Phases Enlightenment Technique for a hundred years, he had already given up his plan to continue cultivating immortals, but as a result, a pie fell from the sky, and suddenly there was an additional dean's uncle, which rekindled his hope.

If you can get him one step closer to his goal, he is willing to wait for a hundred years or a thousand years.

"Jiuyong has thanked Uncle Shi for the grace of reconstruction!"

This time, Jiu Yong sincerely knelt down towards Dean Shi Shi and kowtowed heavily.

"Get up!"

"Uncle Shi, how can I say that I am also your nephew, with this decree, can I walk sideways in our academy?"

"If you want to roll away, no one will stop you!" What was going on in his head, Dean Shi Shi was angry at Jiu Yong's words.

Jiu Yong laughed embarrassedly twice, and didn't dare to talk, standing there with his head bowed, making Dean Shi even more impatient.

"Uncle Shi, will others gossip when I hold the courtyard order?"

"Okay, I don't bother to care what the hell you kid has in his heart, a hundred years later, you will be the eleventh person, if you have any questions, go to your wonderful doctor!"

was driven out by Uncle Shishi, Jiu Yong was not annoyed, looking at the palm of the courtyard in his hand, his mouth was about to crack to the root of his ear. God has eyes, he finally has the treatment of the protagonist, and he can do whatever he wants on the road of life!

Do whatever you want!

After putting the order of the head of the courtyard on his forehead, urging it with aura, and discerning the direction, Jiuyong excitedly rode on the back of the steamed bun, kicked his feet, slapped his buttocks, and pointed to the location of the treasure pavilion and let the steamed bun go quickly.

Mantou shook his head in annoyance and wanted to throw Jiu Yong off, but Jiu Yong stuffed a pill for Mantou at this time, whispered in Mantou's ear, and Mantou ran to the Treasure Pavilion in resignation.

The Treasure Pavilion appeared in front of Jiu Yong after a while, and Jiu Yong rushed in without saying a word.

As soon as he rushed into the door, he saw a big uncle looking up and grabbing him unhappily, and Jiu Yong quickly threw the order of the head of the courtyard over.

"Huh?"

After carefully identifying the authenticity of the order of the master, Qian Sanyuan threw it back, no longer looked at Jiu Yong, and continued to study the magic weapon in his hand.

After putting the order in charge, Jiu Yong carefully looked at the room.

The Treasure Pavilion is simple and a little luxurious, except that there is a chair in the center of the room, a long table, and all four walls are grids, and each grid has a magic weapon, and Jiuyong's eyes are shining!

Jiu Yong saw this strange-shaped magic weapon at first sight, ran over and held it in his hand, and with a surprise input of spiritual energy, the watch turned into a sky blue transparent shield.

He resisted hard every time, this can be taken! Jiu Yong put the magic weapon shaped like a watch on his wrist and aimed at another item.

A pair of pitch-black fist gloves, Jiu Yong's heart itched to see it, and he immediately took it in his hand, clenched his fist and moved, and a sword light that was one meter long and two inches wide like a substance came out of his fist. With a slight stroke, the hard ground was cut into a deep hole by the sword qi.

It's much more powerful than his air fire pack, this can be taken with you!

Jiu Yongdong looked west, his eyes stayed on an inconspicuous mask below, stretched out his hand to bring it to his face, the use of the mask magic weapon clearly appeared in his mind, and with a slight urge of aura, the mask changed into what he wanted according to his mind.

Touching his face, Jiu Yong was extremely satisfied, and he didn't have to worry about running away in the future.

What's missing?

A wooden bow appeared in his eyes at the top, and Jiu Yong was about to jump up and take it down.

"Young man, three pieces per person, don't take more!" Qian Sanyuan said at this time.

Originally, I thought that these five big and three rough uncles didn't pay attention to his every move, but Jiu Yong didn't say much, reached out and took out the palm order in his arms and shook it at the other party.

"Humph!"

Seeing that the other party was silent, Jiu Yong jumped up and took off the wooden bow, wiped the dust on it, felt the smoothness of the texture, and raised his head again.

What about arrows?

"If you pull it open, there will be arrows!" Suddenly a voice sounded in his ears, and Qian Sanyuan didn't know when it appeared behind Jiu Yong.

Cut, pretend to be a ghost!

Jiu Yong tried to pull the wooden bow as he said, but the wooden bow didn't move at all, which made him a little embarrassed. The unbeliever pulled again, but the wooden bow still did not respond.

This is a good thing, he has 800 catties of strength, and Jiuyong doesn't care if he can use it now or not, so he will carry it on his back.

(I was out with my relatives during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and now I'm just back for a chapter, and when I think of three chapters left, my heart is broken!!)