Uncle Jiu: I punish the criminals according to the will of Heaven, and you say I’m arrogant?

[This story is purely fictional. As I said before, it is brainless, brainless, brainless!]

【Brain storage place! 】

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"Yin people go on the road, Yang people stay away!"

"Whether you want to avoid it or not is up to you, Excellency!"

"..."

The clear sound of bells broke the silence of the night. Under the moonlight, figures with stiff bodies and outstretched arms jumped out from the shadows following the guidance of the bells.

When the cold wind blew, the ashen, lifeless faces covered by yellow talismans were revealed.

“Ding-ling…Bang!”

At the moment when the dozen or so figures jumped out of the darkness, the guide who was responsible for ringing bells and scattering paper money in front trembled all over, and then exploded into pieces with a bang.

Only a Sanqing Bell was left on the ground, pressing on the head of a small paper man.

"Oh, my dear nephew, you are the one who can actually think of using paper figures to drive away corpses!"

"It's just a little shorter!"

Seeing the paper man shatter, a figure walked out from the darkness on both sides. The one on the left stepped forward to pick up the Sanqing Bell and said with regret on his face.

As he spoke, he shook his somewhat stiff waist.

The figure on the right stepped out of the darkness and shook his head helplessly, "Uncle Simu, when you reach the Heavenly Master realm, forget about making paper figures, you can just throw out a handful of copper beans and you'll be a Yellow Turban Warrior."

"You can use it as long as you want then!"

The moonlight shone down, illuminating the exceptionally handsome face of the figure on the right, but a scar between his eyebrows ruined this handsomeness, giving him a subtle aura of fierceness.

Taoist Simu glanced at the eternal lantern hanging on the neck of the leading zombie, then took out a small paper man from his sleeve.

"Using Yellow Turban warriors to drive the corpses?"

"Aren't you afraid that your master will come and kill you from the main temple?"

Taoist Simu shook his head in rejection.

I am not afraid of anything except my senior brother Shi Jian.

My own senior brother is like a ghost to ghosts.

"Besides, do you think everyone is like you, your nephew Ling Xiao, who can borrow the Yellow Turban Warriors at any time?"

"Uncle Master, I didn't borrow it last time!"

Taoist Simu raised his finger and pointed at the paper figure. The light paper figure seemed to be held in mid-air by an invisible force. While releasing a golden light, it turned into a figure with stiff movements and a pale face.

Yang Lingxiao watched Taoist Simu's movements carefully. His eyes were a little dull, but they became clear again when the paper figure fell to the ground.

Today is exactly the twentieth year since he came into this world.

He was not originally from this world, but who would have thought that after just a nap, when he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the legendary Maoshan headquarters.

What surprised him even more was that the person who brought him back to Maoshan was called Shi Jian, who later became his master. He was good at Lightning Fist and was known as the King of Thunder in the martial arts world.

Very kind smile, very easy to talk to!

In addition, he also has an uncle, Lin Fengjiao!

He is the Uncle Nine who is dubbed the Holy Master of All Realms by countless protagonists and the chief of the Novice Village.

In addition, there is Shi Shaojian who betrayed his father, his master and Maoshan, Qiu Sheng who believes that my destiny is in my own hands, and the famous Wencai.

A defective system also traveled with him.

Entry fusion system!

It's just that it hasn't bubbled up since it was loaded successfully.

Fortunately, he had a good talent for cultivation and had made considerable "achievements" in the past twenty years. With his master's consent, he went down the mountain to gain experience a year ago.

"System, open the system panel!"

Yang Lingxiao glanced at the moon which was a little too bright, and then called out in his heart.

The next moment, a light blue panel quickly appeared in his mind. When he looked around, a strong smell of piracy immediately hit him.

[Old Six] (Blue): You are born to be the old six. When you meet the enemy, you frown and protect everyone in front of you. The tactics of Fu Hai cover the sky and the sun. The eighteen kinds of peach wood weapons are against the Tiangang. Even your junior brother shouts that it is a sin.

[Thunder Fate] (Purple): You are born with the fate of thunder and lightning. You are majestic, noble, resolute and tough. This is why you can cultivate the Lightning Thunder Fist to the great level.

[There are people above, below, and in the middle] (Metal): Your ancestors of all generations are particularly fond of you, so much so that whenever you move, countless people follow you.

【Body of the God of War】(Sealed)

[True Dragon Body] (Sealed)

This is his own cheat code, a pirated system panel, and a defective product without even any instructions.

Over the past decade or so, he sat up from his bed countless times, wondering if this thing was sick.

The first three entries that "slander" myself are understandable, but what the hell are the last two? God of War, and Zhen Huanlong, do I need to take out my peach wood three-pointed knife to peel an apple for you?

What? Was I Long Aotian in my previous life?

Whose system doesn’t even have after-sales instructions?

"My dear nephew, we will be able to reach my uncle's Taoist temple tomorrow morning!" Taoist Simu said as he stuffed the bell back into the paper mannequin.

Just when Yang Lingxiao was about to speak, a slight fishy smell came over with the cool night breeze. Although it was extremely slight, it still lifted his spirits.

Demon!

And she's a female fox!

For a moment, Yang Lingxiao's eyes narrowed slightly.

If I remember correctly, this is the scene in the movie where the fox spirit fails to steal the corpse and is killed by Taoist Simu.

"Uncle Master!"

Yang Lingxiao retreated a bit and summoned eighteen paper figures from his Qiankun bag, each one dragging thunder talismans behind them.

He feels insecure if he goes out without bringing something with him!

Turning around, he saw that Taoist Simu retreated even faster than Yang Lingxiao.

"My dear nephew, I'll leave it to you this time. I'll support you and make it big."

The sudden scene made Yang Lingxiao stunned.

So the behavior of Lao Liu from Maoshan can be inherited, right?

I thought I was being cautious enough, but who knew that my uncle-in-law was even faster than him?

"Uncle Master, this is not good, right?"

"Just go ahead and use it, I promise I won't tell anyone!"

Yang Lingxiao: "...Is this serious?"

Before the two of them finished speaking, the fishy smell in the distance became stronger and stronger, and in addition there was the unique wolf poison smell of four wild wolves.

The expression on Yang Lingxiao's face became more cautious. The ninety-nine-year-old peach wood brass knuckles in his right hand had turned into a hundred-year-old peach wood stick, on which was engraved the names of the thirty-six Thunder Gods.

With a flick of his left hand, several more paper figures dragging thunder talismans appeared in the air.

Gusts of evil wind rose from all directions, condensing into balls of black air and rushing towards Yang Lingxiao.

The black air obscured the view, and a white afterimage followed.

The white afterimage rushed straight to the back of the dozen or so zombies, and stretched out an extremely white hand to grab the zombie at the back.

Yang Lingxiao's figure flashed back and appeared directly in front of the white palm.

Their eyes met, and the look of astonishment on the face of the person in the dark changed five times.

The next moment, a strong wind blew.

The peach wood stick carrying lightning shook off the palm, and then hit the fox spirit's charming face directly with the stick. Lightning splashed everywhere, and the fox spirit screamed and flew backwards.

The head was sunken, and the fox head was immediately flattened into a shoe horn.

Wow!

Taoist Simu suddenly felt a pain in his teeth.

At this moment, he finally understood why Yang Lingxiao could make his senior brother, the King of Thunder and Lightning, feel like a monster.

It’s bad, he has learned the essence of Maoshan.

It would be fine if he didn't take action, as if he was afraid of demons, ghosts and violence. But once he took action, the ghosts screamed and it was too late for them to react.

Such a beautiful vixen was beaten into a shoe horn by him with one stick.

It's more than just tragic to describe it.

This is probably what is called having thunder in one's heart, not being surprised by praise or criticism, having thunder in one's heart, and being hard to see in quiet times!

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