"roar!"
At the ray of life and death, the imperial zombie's instinct for survival overwhelmed the dispersed wisdom. He roared and desperately overturned Qin Yao's heavy body, jumped up, and ran away in a hurry.
Qin Yao held the Gauss pistol in both hands and kept pulling the trigger. One by one, the attached bullets turned into shocking waves, hitting the back of the imperial zombie. The imperial zombie's head was leaning forward continuously, and it took a while before he could continue to jump.
"Swoosh..."
"boom!"
Uncle Jiu controlled the copper coin sword and walked towards the sky, hitting the back of the emperor zombie, knocking it down from mid-air, interrupting the jumping rhythm of the emperor zombie.
Qianzu, Ikkyu, and Qiusheng rushed forward, waved their own magic weapons, and kept whipping at the body of the emperor zombie, sparks flew everywhere.
In the back, Hu Gu grabbed the girl with a red face and excited expression: "What are you doing?"
"I'll fight zombies." Qingqing said.
"With those men here, why are you going to join in the fun? What if you hurt you again?"
"I'm very good at hitting, Zu Gu." Qingqing raised her small fist, her face full of dissatisfaction.
"Be honest!" Hu Gu didn't care whether she was convinced or not. In her opinion, the senior brother and the others had already gained the upper hand, so there was no need to go up and cause trouble.
"This zombie is too hard and can't be beaten!" Aki Sheng, who had cut off his magic sword, quickly retreated and shouted loudly on the battlefield.
Qin Yao put away Gauss' gun and quickly filled the seat. He slapped the emperor's zombie and turned dizzy: "Master Ikki, have you brought poison?"
He remembered very clearly that in the movie, the emperor zombie was invulnerable to swords and guns. The giant sword with two meters long eyes broke on the top of his head. In the end, it was blown to death by Yikyu's poison and the snake that drank glutinous rice water...
There is no need to question whether the plot of the movie is reasonable. After all, zombies are all out, so it is not uncommon for the old Chinese doctor Ichikyu to have poison similar to corpse powder in his hands.
"Take it, and even the stones can be corroded after taking it. The key is how to feed the zombies and drink it." Ichikyu responded.
"I'll control him." Qin Yao said, lowering his body, and a powerful and heavy kick to the bend of the emperor's leg, sweeping him to the ground.
"boom."
Then, he jumped up and slammed heavily on the back of the emperor zombie, grabbed the other party's messy hair, and forced his head to pull it up.
Ikkyu cooperated to come to the front of the emperor zombie, took out a special wooden bottle from his arms, pulled out the bottle plug and prepared.
"Wow!" Uncle Jiu held a copper coin sword in his hand and slapped the emperor zombie's face with a sword in the air.
The emperor roared and opened his mouth wide. Ikkyu threw the entire bottle of poison into his mouth.
"Roar, roar..." In an instant, the zombie seemed to feel pain, and her body twitched desperately, screaming in pain.
"Is there any?" Qin Yao tried his best to suppress the thunderous zombie and shouted at Ikkyu.
Ikyu took out a paper bag from his body, seized the opportunity, and threw the entire paper bag into the mouth of the emperor.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
After the paper bag touched the emperor zombie, it was like glutinous rice sprinkled on the zombie, constantly exploding in its mouth.
Seeing this, Uncle Jiu moved his heart and flashed to the emperor zombie, took out a fire talisman, shook it gently, and after the fire talisman was burning, he immediately entered the emperor zombie's mouth.
With a bang, the fire talisman exploded, and a golden stream of fire rushed straight into the lungs of the emperor's skull's mouth and burned wildly in his stomach.
Feeling the heat under his body and the increasingly weak struggle of the emperor zombie, Qin Yao suddenly jumped up from him, stood with Uncle Jiu and others, silently watching the wisps of flames burning through the invulnerable zombie body, condensed into a human-shaped fireball.
After a long time, the flames gradually faded, and the emperor's scorpion became dry bones. Uncle Jiu let out a sigh of relief and ordered: "Qiusheng, Qin Yao, bury all the dry bones and the zombies that the villagers turned into."
"Yes, Master." Qiu Sheng replied.
"Little zombie, come and dig the soil." Qin Yao waved with a smile.
The little zombie shook her head repeatedly, retreated step by step, and hid behind Zuo Gu and Qingqing.
It’s okay to call him when fighting, but it’s not okay to call him when working!
The next day.
Maoshan Punishment Hall.
Shi Jian, wearing a black and white Taoist robe, stood in the lobby on the first floor, and glanced at the members of the Yizhuang Group headed by Simu: "This morning, I received the news that a zombie from the Qing royal family broke out of the coffin and killed hundreds of people... Simu, do you have anything to say about this?"
Simu stood at the forefront of the Yizhuang Clan and said in a deep voice: "The royal zombie has been removed."
"I'm not asking this, I'm asking, who will be responsible for the hundreds of people who died tragically?" Shi Jian asked Leng Su.
"The messages you receive are inaccurate, listen to the information I have.
First of all, there were no hundreds of victims, and all the victims combined totaled 137.
Secondly, this royal zombie was dug up by the Qing dynasty and was ready to be transported to the capital and buried in the imperial tomb.
If you want to find someone to be responsible for this tragedy, go to those tragic Qing dynasties who are not in good faith. How to deal with them is with you?" Simu replied.
Shi Jian: "..."
He would only go to trouble the Qing Dynasty’s remnants when he was crazy!
"Don't shirk responsibility." I took a breath of silence, and Shi Jian shouted: "Where is Qianhe?"
"I'm here." Qianzu walked out of the Yizhuang clan.
"Your apprentice's poor guarding caused the royal zombies to break out of the coffin and kill several... more than 100 innocent people. How should we calculate this account?" Shi Jian asked.
Qianhe lowered his eyes and said, "Three of my four disciples died and one seriously injured. Isn't this punishment enough?"
"Of course not enough." Shi Jian said decisively: "The life of your disciple is life, are the lives of those villagers not life? Not to mention three deaths, even if they are completely dead, it is not enough to cleanse their sins."
"What does the elder mean?" Qianhe asked.
"Immediately, your surviving disciple is abolished and expelled from the master's sect. I, Maoshan, cannot have such an incompetent and sinful disciple." Shi Jian said: "Also, if you are not strict in teaching and your master's laziness, you must bear the corresponding responsibility for this."
"Elder Shi Jian, it's a little over."
Simin Leng Su said: "I deeply regret the more than 100 people who died, but the responsibility for this consequence is not entirely dependent on the four Maoshan disciples, let alone involve Qianhe.
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The disciples of the sect escaped by luck and were still deprived of their cultivation by the master's sect?
The rabbit dies and the fox is sad. Once this judgment is settled as a fact, what do you think of ordinary disciples?"
"The Punishment Hall is to make ordinary disciples feel afraid. If they don't even have fear, they will not take the Punishment Hall seriously. You said that the rabbit died and the fox was sad, but in my opinion, it was a warning to all disciples. With this case, they can warn all disciples to do what they can when taking on the task." Shi Jian said.
"I don't agree." Simu said firmly.
"It's useless if you don't agree. I'm the elder of the torture hall."
"I ask the head to make a decision."
Shi Jian's breathing stagnated and said angrily: "As the saying goes, family scandals should not be made public. You have to make trouble for the internal affairs of my punishment hall to the head of the sect. What is your intention?"
Simu sneered: "Family embarrassment? You have to destroy your family's cultivation and plan to drive your family out. Where can you talk about the family?"
"It's unreasonable." Shi Jian said angrily: "Four eyes, if you continue to protect yourself like this, the imperial court will ruin your prestige, and you are destined to be a sinner."
"I don't want to argue with you. Since we have differences, let the head of the sect make a decision." Simin waved his hand and said.
Shi Jian: "..."
No one knows the entire Maoshan Mountain. The best ability of the leader is to mix with the sect.
Let him make a judgment...it must be a big deal, it will be a small deal, it will be best if it is nothing.
"In my opinion, the consequences of this matter are indeed very serious, but there is no need to increase the nature of the punishment level, so it cannot disappoint the hearts of the Maoshan disciples." Soon, in the Yuanfu Palace, the old leader preached to the members of the Punishment Hall with great sincerity.
Shi Jian's eyes narrowed: "What should the leader thinks should be handled?"
"Qianhe, after your injured disciple is well recovered, let him go down the mountain. He will no longer be my disciple of Maoshan in the future. However, he is still your Qianhe's disciple. Do you understand what I mean?" said the old leader.
Qianhe knelt down on the ground, tears streaming down her eyes: "Thank you for the grace of the head!"
Shi Jian opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.
After all, it was something that was expected long ago, and with psychological expectations, it was not that uncomfortable.
"Get up."
The old leader raised his arm, then turned his head to look at Shi Jian: "As for the lack of preaching and the lazy teacher, this statement cannot be regarded as a standard of punishment, otherwise it will be implicated. Do you want to admit your mistake? Should I admit my mistake?"
Shi Jian exhaled a breath of turbid air and bowed: "Yes, the leader."
The old leader nodded slowly: "Go back, do your own job well."
Shi Jian was full of anger and gritted his teeth, but he couldn't even say anything. He bowed his hand and walked out of the hall.
The old leader looked at his back and sighed slightly.
What a pity...
If Shi Jian could have the character of that little bastard, he would not have been in a big grade and would still be in the position of head.
When I was young, I always longed for power and to rise to power, but when I got older, I was looking forward to watching the flowers blooming and falling in front of the courtyard, and watching the life of clouds rolling and unfolding in the sky.
A rattan chair, a book.
A paper fan, a pot of tea.
How great!
The more the old leader thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. He turned his hand and took out a bronze mirror, used his fingers to make a pen, and wrote Qin Yao's name in the sky on the mirror.
"Edict!"
The old leader shouted lightly, pressed his hand on the word "Qin Yao" and slowly pressed it into the mirror.
The characters enter the mirror, and golden light appears on the mirror, and then waves like water patterns, revealing a picture...
In the picture, the sun is shining brightly. Qin Yao is lying on a rattan chair in the pavilion, closing his eyes, breathing for a long time, and even making a slight snoring.
On the stone bench next to him, the cute girl holding a paper fan, gently slapping the wind for him while looking down at the books on the stone table.
The feeling of quiet time comes to my face...
The old leader stared at the scene and his breathing gradually became rapid.
Slowly clench your fists.
"Sect Master..." At this time, Simu, who had just left with everyone, suddenly turned back and stood outside the hall and shouted.
The old master took a deep breath, put the bronze mirror into his wide sleeve, and said, "Enter."
"Sector Master, your face looks a little dark, as if your anger is congested... Are you fine?" He strode into the palace with his eyes and looked up, and his heart suddenly stumbled.
"Simu, do you have a feeling that the young man is far from as hard and serious as before." said the old leader.
Four eyes: "???"
Although he couldn't understand, he still followed the other party's words: "It was probably because the environment had changed, the right path was prosperous, and the struggle began to turn from the open to the secret. Many young people saw peace in the world, so they no longer regarded practice as the most important thing."
The old leader nodded and said seriously: "Born in distress and dying in happiness, we can't control others and don't want to control them, but our juniors cannot let them fall."
Simu said, "I understand that the leader of the sect will do my best to guide the disciples of the sect to pursue progress and live up to time."
"Well said." The old master took out the bronze mirror that was still releasing a faint golden light from his cuff and delivered it to his four eyes: "Why not start with him."
Four eyes looked down and immediately had a spiritual connection with the old leader and felt empathy.
His grandma's.
I am here to block Shi Jian and work for you, but you are beautiful and take a nap.
Why?!
"Sect Master, I'll go down the mountain to guide him now." Four-eyed eyes said with a look of evil spirit.
The old leader: "Guide well. By the way, you go back and return, what's the matter?"
"It's nothing big, I mainly want to express my gratitude to the head in person." Four eyes exhaled a breath of turbid air and said, "If it weren't for the support of the head, the Zhengtang would have really become Shi Jian's one-man show."
Hearing this, the old leader immediately understood.
It may be true that he is grateful to himself, but the main purpose of his return is to give Shi Jian an eye drop.
"The authority of the Punishment Hall serves the sect and will never become a one-man show for some people." The old leader smiled and said, "If you find anything wrong in your future work, you can come to me at any time."
Simin wanted this sentence, and immediately clasped his fists and said, "Yes, the leader... I'll go to the charity house first, and warn that bastard."
The old leader smiled and waved: "Go. If he doesn't want to listen to you, tell him that I'm paying attention to him and tell him not to let me down."
Four nodded, returned to their residence with a sore stomach, and asked to take out the two-meter giant sword in front of the statue of the ancestor, and carry the sword down the mountain.
Yizhuang.
Inside the pavilion.
A cool breeze blew, and the hairs on Qin Yao's arms stood upside down, and he woke up instantly and sat up with a loud noise.
"Have you had a nightmare?" Nian Ying paused slightly with her hand holding the paper fan and asked curiously.
Qin Yao shook his head: "I didn't have any nightmare, I just suddenly felt a little panicked, or maybe something happened in the Fucheng. I'll go to Fucheng to see it. The return date is uncertain. You can wait for me at home. Don't learn a few tricks and want to run away from home and travel around the world."
"I know, I don't need to explain this. I'm not a child." Nianying stood up and gave her a look.
Qin Yao came to the gate side by side and rubbed her little head: "Help me say goodbye to my master, Zu Gu and the others, I won't go and say goodbye to you."
"Okay." Nian Ying said well-behavedly.
Chapter completed!