I'm a big boss in Uncle Jiu's world

Qin Yao licked his dry lips, nodded and said, "I understand, Master."

Chen Qingyan smiled slightly: "The ancestors in the underworld are very optimistic about you, and I am also very optimistic about you.

I hope that in the future in Waimaozhong, you can carry the banner of your generation.

No matter how fierce the internal fighting is, it is not a skill. Representing Maoshan and competing with a hundred major sects and establishing Maoshan's reputation is a skill! "

Qin Yao cupped his hands and said yes.

Chen Qingyan suppressed his smile and looked at the sea of ​​clouds through the sparse bamboo leaves: "Although there are no ten sects in the world of spiritual practice, in people's hearts, many sects are still divided into three, six, and nine levels. With Shushan Compared with many famous sects such as the Taishan sect, Tianshi sect, Taiyi sect, etc., I am not trying to belittle myself, our Maoshan sect is indeed inferior."

Qin Yao was silent for this.

He understood that this fault was not caused by contemporary people, but actually involved the three realms of heaven, earth and man, dating back to the founding father.

Although Patriarch Sanmao is excellent, he may not have an advantage compared to Patriarch Changmei of Shushan Sect and Zhang Daoling of Tianshi Sect, let alone the Taishan Sect and Taiyi Sect with larger backgrounds.

It is true that there are people in the sky in Maoshan, and there are also people underground. But who among these great sects is not?

"I heard that you found the gold and silver whisk?" Seeing his silence, the old master stopped mentioning these heavy topics and a smile appeared on his face again.

Qin Yao exhaled a breath, nodded and said: "It mainly depends on the help of Shiwan Yaksha, otherwise it would not be possible at all."

"Can you elaborate?" Chen Qingyan asked curiously.

Qin Yao licked his lips and then started from the beginning. When he talked about what he saw and heard in the Evil Cultivation Village, he paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and finally told the story about the magic wand.

Chen Qingyan listened to him quietly, and then asked: "Do you still remember how to get to that place? It's okay if you don't know. Now that you know, there is absolutely no reason to leave the ancestor's bones outside."

Qin Yao shook his head: "At that time, I was sitting on Xiaozhuo's magic weapon. Because the speed was too fast, my eyes could not see, and I did not know the route clearly."

"You should remember which direction you went and how long it took you, right?" Chen Qingyan asked again.

"Remember this."

Chen Qingyan took out two golden talisman papers from his pocket, handed one to Qin Yao, turned over his hand and put the other one in the middle of his chest.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

Channels of golden light flew out from the talisman paper, surrounded his body, and condensed into two golden wings on his back. The wings trembled slightly, and actually drove him to fly.

"Let's go, take me to the place where you started, find the right direction, and let's see if we can find it and retrieve the ancestor's remains."

Looking at the old master hanging in the air, Qin Yao's eyes flashed with something strange.

Flying charm!

Talisman cultivators whose cultivation level is less than the realm of Heavenly Master cannot draw it!

I just don’t know whether the master drew this talisman himself or whether he got it by chance.

If it is the former, the opponent's cultivation may not be lower than those of the ancestors in Nei Mao.

It has to be said that the divine walking talisman and the flying talisman are not the same concept at all. It didn't take long for the old man and the young man who were flying in the air to rush from Maoshan to Fucheng and hang above the department store.

In order to prevent being seen and causing unnecessary commotion, neither of them had the intention to go down.

"In which direction?" Chen Qingyan took out a bronze compass engraved with the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams from his arms and looked at Qin Yaodao with great energy.

Qin Yao stretched out his hand and pointed to the southeast: "This direction."

"Let's go." Chen Qingyan flapped his wings and took the lead in flying toward the southeast.

Qin Yao glanced down at the building, followed closely...

In the middle of the night.

The moon is dark and the wind is high.

Chen Qingyan held the compass in his hand, muttered something in his mouth, and kept adjusting the direction according to the pointer on the compass.

Qin Yao didn't know how the compass worked, but when he got close to the headmaster, he faintly heard what kind of ancestor he was talking about...

soon.

He raised his head and looked forward, and suddenly became energetic: "Master, we're here, it's the valley in front of us."

Chen Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief silently, folded the compass with both hands, and bowed to the void.

Qin Yao was completely confused and secretly speculated: Could it be that he was worshiping a certain ancestor and thanking him for his guidance?

Just as they were thinking, the two of them landed on the clouds and stepped into the gloomy valley full of putrid smell.

"Hiss."

In the darkness, venomous snakes opened their colorful pupils, smelling the smell of strangers, and rushed toward them quickly.

Like the waves of a sea of ​​snakes.

The last time Qin Yao came here, he was accompanied by hundreds of thousands of yakshas. The snakes were frightened and did not dare to come forward. The feeling was not profound. This time, without the intimidation of the yakshas, ​​I finally realized the danger of this place.

Ordinary monks really shouldn't get involved easily!

Just when the snakes were about to move and attack, Chen Qingyan suddenly released a powerful aura from his body, forcing the snakes to lower their heads and freeze in place!

"Master, considering your strength, you should be able to enter Neimao a long time ago, right?" Qin Yao couldn't help his curiosity and asked softly.

"Someone has to take responsibility." Chen Qingyan said seriously.

Qin Yao: "..."

Why do I feel like he is using words to target me?

Shao Qing, the two of them came to the end of the valley together. Chen Qingyan lowered his head and glanced at the fragments of scary dolls on the ground, and the anger flashed on his face: "Qin Yao, do you know how these dolls are made?"

Qin Yao thought for a moment: "Use resentment?"

"Made with ghost babies!"

Chen Qingyan clenched the snow-white whisk in his hand and said: "Kill the child formed in the woman's body using a secret method and cultivate it into a ghost baby. Then, when the woman is about to give birth, kill her and use the mother's blood to make the ghost baby grow. Finally, Putting it into a cloth doll is simply crazy! This is a wicked way and has no humanity. The poison of the human heart sometimes even harbors demons."

Qin Yao said in a deep voice: "This kind of evil cultivator can no longer be called a human being!"

"After releasing the resentful souls of those evil cultivators later, you can kill them one by one. Killing them will help you accumulate bad virtues." Chen Qingyan said in a low voice as he walked towards the village ancestral hall.

Qin Yao paused for a moment, then quickly followed up: "Thank you, Master."

He knew that for a monk of Chen Qingyan's level, it was far easier to kill evil spirits by himself than to give him the opportunity to kill evil spirits.

In other words, Chen Qingyan was protecting him and giving him his virtue in vain!

"Burn their corpses first to prevent resentful spirits from appearing later and turning into living corpses after entering the corpses." After entering the ancestral hall, Chen Qingyan ordered.

"Burn it here or move it out?"

"Move out." Chen Qingyan said: "Their resentful spirits are suppressed here and cannot leave the ancestral hall gate."

Qin Yao nodded, and just as he was about to move, he suddenly felt something in his heart. He ran over and opened the door completely, then returned to the corpses and kicked all the shriveled corpses out one by one.

Probably because the force on his feet was too heavy, the mummy was almost broken apart by his kicks, and the bones that were stressed were covered with cracks.

Not far away, looking at Qin Yao who was kicking a ball, the corners of Chen Qingyan's mouth raised slightly.

He admired the bastard's way of doing things.

Much like when he was young...