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

"I'm not as good as you."

It's night and the moon is dim.

The foursome walked out of the magnificent gate of the Immortal Castle side by side. Ding Yin turned his head and took a look, and then said to Qin Yao.

Qin Yao: "The more you pay, the more you get. Among the four of us, I am definitely the one who has gained the most."

Ding Yin smiled slightly and said nothing more.

In his view, regardless of his kindness, Qin Yao's exchange of two sets of magical skills for a little bit of evil was a typical loss-making transaction.

After all, it is a yin virtue, not a meritorious virtue. If it is not incorporated into the yin system, it will be difficult to convert it into actual resources.

However, immortality is the foundation of some people, and even some sects. To exchange immortality for moral virtue is not very smart no matter how you look at it.

But having said that, can we really put aside our kindness?

Can't put it aside.

Otherwise, it would be to put aside practical issues and talk about results, and it would be pure roguery.

Adding a kind heart in front of a not-so-smart look is stupid in the eyes of evil people, but it is a respectable quality in the eyes of good people.

Ding Yin admired Qin Yao.

So I can’t say more.

In a blink of an eye, the group of four traveled through mountains and rivers, from late autumn to the dead of winter. They saw the leaves withering and the snow falling in the sky. Finally, on a gray and cloudy day, they arrived at the big place where the Four Elephant Demon Cult is located. In front of the snow-capped mountains.

Looking around, silver-white snowflakes cover the entire mountain peak, wrapping the mountain peak like a silver mountain, reflecting silver light that is difficult to look directly at.

"Are you okay?" Ding Yin narrowed his eyes and silently looked away at the snow-capped mountains. Ding Yin turned to look at the soldier beside him who was shivering from the cold.

"I...it's okay." Di Mingqi opened his mouth to reply, spitting out streams of white mist as he spoke.

When the heat in his body surged out as he spoke, he suddenly felt even colder.

Qin Yao looked sideways at Ding Yin, pondered for a moment, and said with a smile: "Master Ding, what do you think of Di Mingqi's character?"

Hearing this, Di Mingqi's eyes instantly lit up, and he secretly straightened his waist in the cold wind.

If your heart is burning with fire, you can ignore the severe cold.

Ding Yin knew what he meant. He looked at Di Mingqi and praised him: "With a mortal body, he accompanied us to fight thousands of miles. He is not afraid of hardship or tired. His character is excellent."

The smile on Qin Yao's face continued to grow, and he pointed at the black sword behind Ding Yin: "Is it worthy of this Qixi Sword?"

Ding Yin paused for a moment, and then under the nervous gaze of Di Mingqi, he reached out and untied the black sword, and said with emotion: "In my expectation, my founding disciple should be the kind of gentle and elegant person who stands in the wind. As a young man, I never thought of accepting a soldier as my apprentice.

But people's hearts are made of flesh, and I can see all the hard work you have put in along the way. In addition, as Daoist Chief Qin said, I am willing to give you a chance.

Di Mingqi, are you willing to join my Nanhai Sword Sect and become my top disciple, Ding Yin? "

"I... No, my disciple is willing, and I'm overjoyed!" Di Mingqi almost jumped up with joy, and then he knelt down in the snow with a bang, and kowtowed to Ding Yin repeatedly.

"Take the sword." Ding Yin put the Qixi Sword in front of him with a smile on his face.

Di Mingqi raised his head, raised his hands, and tightly grasped the black sheathed sword, and at the same time, he also grasped his own fairy fate...

"Thank you, Taoist Master Qin."

After a while, Di Mingqi stood up from the ground and bowed deeply in the direction of Qin Yao.

In his heart, Qin Yao is his guide in the world of spiritual practice. Without the existence of the other party, the best outcome for him is to win a battle and get a few acres of thin farmland after returning home. How can he be as grateful as he is now? The famous teacher got the opportunity to cultivate immortality.

Di Mingqi was grateful.

Qin Yao held his elbows with both hands and said with a smile: "The person you should thank most is yourself. Without your persistence all the way, do you think Ding Daxia would give me this face?"

Di Mingqi chuckled, and the gratitude in his heart quickly turned into intimacy.

Ding Yin glanced at Qin Yao with complicated eyes, and countless thoughts suddenly rose in his heart.

He has always known that speaking is a skill. The same thing spoken by a person who can speak has completely different tastes from the mouth of a person who cannot speak, and the final impact is also different.

He could see this technique, but was limited by his personality and couldn't express it.

As for Di Mingqi...

Ding Yin looked back and shook his head secretly.

Forget it.

This is making things difficult for him.

"Ding Daxia, do you have a way to contact Zen Master Xiaoru?" Qin Yao patted Di Mingqi on the shoulder and turned to look at Ding Yin.

"Yes." Ding Yin smiled slightly, then raised his head and shouted to the sky: "Aru~~"

Qin Yao: "..."

Having said that, this method is simple and efficient.

"Uh-huh."

On the snow that stretches for dozens of miles, two faint shadows rush towards each other like ghosts, leaving no trace on the clean snow.

Soon, the two shadows flashed in front of the four people and manifested into two flat-headed monks wearing cassocks.

"I came before the 15th as promised. Today is already the 15th. Strictly speaking, you are eight hours late." Xiaoru stared at Ding Yin closely and put the pot on the table without hesitation. On his head.

Ding Yin said angrily: "You are a monk, but you are more petty than ordinary people. Is this appropriate?"

"I'm not being petty." Xiao Ru said, "Do you know that in the army, if you are late, you will be beheaded?"

Ding Yin was speechless: "My head is resting on my neck. You can try cutting it off."

"Okay, okay, two masters." Qin Yao was helpless and took the initiative to smooth things over: "It's important to eliminate the Four Elephant Demons. Once this matter is resolved, let's slowly argue about right and wrong."

Needless to say, Ding Yin would not fail to give Qin Yao face. Zen Master Xiaoru was willing to give him a little favor because of the fire in Tiannv Palace, so the smell of gunpowder between the two parties did not really turn into a bomb.

"Let's go up the mountain." Uncle Jiu said calmly.

"Go up the mountain!" Xiaoru and Ding Yin looked at each other and said in unison.

Then, Ding Yin reached out and grabbed Di Mingqi's collar, leading him and the others up to the top of the mountain.

"who?"

The six people did not conceal their whereabouts, so when they landed in front of a black temple, more than a dozen monks in black rushed out of the temple and stood in front of them.

"Nanhai faction Ding Yin." Ding Yin shouted softly, and the white sword behind him suddenly rose into the sky, split into dozens of flying swords, and landed overwhelmingly.

"Puff puff……"

The huge gap in strength made all resistance useless. Under the flying swords, countless holes were dug into the bodies of more than ten people.

"Nanhai Dingyin, what's wrong with you?"

Four figures with masks on their faces rushed out from the temple, resisting Ding Yin's fierceness.

Qin Yao raised his eyes and looked at these four people, but saw that their masks were Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku, Xuanwu... I don't know if it was the name of the Four Elephants Demon Sect that was far-fetched, or there was a mystery behind it.