Uncle Jiu's Senior Brother

After drinking a large glass of water, Lu Li felt alive again.

The feeling of suffocation just now has also been reduced a lot.

This is much more exciting than watching horror movies in my previous life. I watched a video across time and space, and the people in it actually talked to me.

It seems that the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors should still be alive.

That’s right, how could people with their level of cultivation be gone?

Only those who have experienced it firsthand can understand.

The feeling of facing that kind of person is like facing an eternal mountain. The oppressive feeling alone is enough to almost make one lose one's soul.

This was because Zhuanxu had no hostility towards him and his aura had been restrained a lot.

If I let go of my energy and blow a breath, I'm afraid I'll die.

"Ali, how do you feel?"

Uncle Jiu saw that Lu Li had a dull look in his eyes and thought he was stupid. He was wondering whether he should notify Maoshan to send someone to take a look.

Lu Li rubbed his face vigorously and became much more sober. He couldn't tell Uncle Jiu that he was scared by the ancient boss.

"Master, I'm fine. I just feel a little weak."

"Ali, what did you see in there?"

Uncle Jiu's heart felt like being scratched by a kitten.

Lu Li was a little hesitant about whether to tell Uncle Jiu such an exciting thing.

There's no way to hide it anyway, so I might as well just tell it.

As Lu Li continued to talk, Uncle Jiu's mouth never closed. Lu Li swore that Uncle Jiu's eyes were quite big, at least now they seemed as big as quail eggs.

"You! You met Emperor Zhuanxu? Did he talk to you?"

Uncle Jiu’s worldview is about to collapse, because those were people who lived thousands of years ago.

Lu Li didn't dare to say that he seemed to have been kicked in the butt by Emperor Zhuanxu.

The master and disciple were silent for a while as they digested this shocking news.

"A-Li, you said that there should be ten ancestral dragon veins in Shenzhou?"

Lu Li straightened his back and said, "Yes, Master. I saw with my own eyes how Emperor Zhuanxu transformed the Ten Witches into Ancestral Dragon Veins and spread them across the land to suppress the spiritual energy."

"If that's the case, now that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is dissipating and the Dharma Ending Age is approaching, is the Ancestral Dragon Vein gone?"

Lu Li shook his head, he wasn't sure either.

"Although spiritual energy was still overflowing into the heavens at that time, the speed of its outflow would have been enough to last for tens of thousands of years, but now it has only been more than four thousand years."

Uncle Jiu's mind was also in a mess. He had almost torn the "Liu Ji Taoist Scriptures" to pieces.

There is no record in it whether Liu Ji actually cut off the dragon vein, or what kind of dragon vein he cut off.

"So the reason why the Fuso people want this jade talisman should be related to the information about the dragon vein inside."

"That should be it. They want to use our Shenzhou Dragon Vein to make trouble."

Lu Li felt that he had touched upon the essence of the Fuso people's plan. The Fuso people's plan was definitely related to the Shenzhou Dragon Vein.

“Master, whether it’s true or not, we can’t let them succeed.

Uncle Jiu put down the tea bowl heavily.

“We Taoists were born and raised in Shenzhou. This is our root, and it is our duty to protect this land.

This matter must be reported to the headmaster. Even with the combined strength of our entire sect, I'm afraid we may not be able to suppress a small Purple Luosha Palace."

The master and disciple decided on this matter.

The two were talking in the room.

Hua Ling, who was sorting herbs in the yard, looked at Wencai and the old foreigner and said, "What are Master Jiushu and Senior Brother Lu doing in there? Why are they so startled?"

Wencai replied while punching: "Who knows, maybe he is stupid."

Just as he finished speaking, a teacup flew out from the house and hit Wencai on the head.

"Ouch!"

Lu Li's voice came out, "When I found that you didn't practice well, I would practice with you and learn from Qiu Sheng."

Qiu Sheng now took a job and went out to work to earn money for the charity cemetery. After all, there were a few more mouths to feed.

Wencai started practicing immediately.

In fact, Uncle Jiu saw that Qiu Sheng could already handle some ghost matters independently, and his cultivation had reached the peak of the middle stage of Qi training and was about to reach the late stage of Qi training, so he wanted him to start his own business.

But Qiu Sheng was unwilling to do so. He didn't want to leave Uncle Jiu so early.

I have been following Uncle Jiu since I was in my teens and have become accustomed to the feeling of having someone to rely on.

Originally Qiu Sheng wanted to go to the South Palace and West Palace, but was stopped by Lu Li.

Now, Nanfu is not a good place. It is mountainous and strange things happen frequently. He has passed by there several times and experienced many strange things.

Not to mention that Qiu Sheng is just a young Taoist priest in the middle stage of Qi training, even if he is in the middle stage of foundation building, it would be difficult for him to have some hidden skills.

It may not be safe, after all, this is not the time when people can travel whenever they want in later generations.

Time flies and it is autumn again. The yard is covered with fallen leaves.

It has been a while since Lu Li and Queqiao Shao came back. Whenever Queqiao Shao has nothing to do, he goes out to look for a suitable business.

As for Hua Ling and the old foreigner, they were also accepted as nominal disciples by Uncle Jiu.

Why isn't it the real thing?

They learned their skills from a master, and their previous master in Xiangling treated them well. Once they switch to another sect, this lineage will lose two successors.

After hearing this, Uncle Jiu also thought that these were two affectionate and righteous children, so he accepted them as his registered disciples just like Ah Wei.

But what he learned was the same as Lu Li and the others.

After such a long time, the name of Lu Li Pu Ji Zhenren finally spread.

When Uncle Jiu heard this, he looked Lu Li up and down several times.

No matter how you look at it, you can't connect the legendary Puji Zhenren who is kind and benevolent and helps the people with his kindness and sacrifices for the people with Lu Li.

How can he go to help people even though he is in such a lazy state now? All he does on weekdays is sit on a recliner and bask in the sun.

When someone provokes him, he's like a firecracker.

My ancestor is so unfair. It took me so many years to gain the title of Yimei Taoist Priest in Renjia Town.

This kid got the title of Puji Zhenren after going out several times.

Lu Li originally wanted to show off, but when he saw the anger between Uncle Jiu's brows, he backed off.

Just curl yourself up in the recliner.

Watching Wencai and the old foreigner playing while cleaning up the fallen leaves in the yard, Lu Li felt that it was good that people didn't know so much, at least he didn't have to bear so much pressure.

I've been getting so annoyed lately. Not only has my cultivation level not improved, but I've also been having so many things to do.

A communication talisman fell down, and Lu Li reached out to take it.

"Hello, Grandmaster."

The voice of Master Qin Zhenren, the master of the sect, came from the talisman like a string of bullets:

"My bad! You little brat! It's so hard to see you. Didn't you tell Elder Cui that you would come to the Maoshan headquarters after a while? How long has it been? Almost half a year. Where are you?"

Lu Li wiped the sweat from his forehead in shame.

"Hey, Master, I'm busy. I've been busy lately, running around. I just took a break. I'll be on my way right away."

This time, Master Qin's tone was much more relaxed.

"That's better than the others. I, the great master, had to ask you three times and four times. Master Puji, you are really promising. Don't forget to bring Lin Fengjiao with you."

Lu Li broke out in a cold sweat again. He made repeated promises and agreed to many unequal treaties.

The communication talisman just burned up and turned into ashes. Lu Li rubbed his forehead helplessly. He had completely forgotten about going back to Maoshan. He was going to be busy again.

After learning what the headmaster said from Uncle Jiu, he could guess that his master must have been furious during this period, and he might not be well this time when he returned to Maoshan.

"You deserved it, you little brat. Now you know to beg me. But why did Master insist on having me go? He wouldn't let me take the blame, would he?"

Uncle Jiu didn't understand either.

Then the two of them arranged the itinerary, and this time only the master and disciple would go.

The old foreigner and Hua Ling are still training their bodies, so they don't need to go to Maoshan to receive the initiation ceremony for the time being.

Uncle Jiu planned to register them in the Maoshan roster himself when he went there this time.

A nominal disciple is still a disciple, and maybe he will become a true disciple in the future. It doesn't matter if his master is the head disciple.

Qiu Sheng stayed in the charity cemetery to prevent any trouble from happening in the town.

Partridge Whistle also stayed to help him. In terms of experience, Partridge Whistle had traveled far and wide and was much more experienced than Qiu Sheng.

After arranging the affairs of the charity cemetery and packing up briefly, the two of them prepared to set off.