Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"Come on...Big...Uh...Uncle Jiu, drink some water first!"

Wang Xuebin helped Uncle Jiu up, took out a chair, helped Uncle Jiu sit down, took out another cup of steaming herbal tea and brought it to him.

As one of the most core methods of Taoism, the consumption and dangers are extremely huge.

Whether it is a god or a ancestor, whenever you come to the mortal world, the body you borrow must be from the caster himself. Not only does it consume mana, but it also requires a considerable requirement for physical strength.

The caster not only needs to provide the physical strength and magic power of the Immortal Ancestor's actions, but also always be subject to spiritual oppression.

If the spiritual defense line is lost, the thinking of the ancestors and gods will affect the purity of self-thinking.

Once your own thinking is influenced by the thoughts of the ancestors or gods, then this person will be schizophrenia at the least, and will be unconscious at the worst!

Normal life will become a problem, let alone practice Taoism!

Therefore, few people are willing to use this magic before the critical moment of life and death!

Uncle Jiu really couldn't think of a solution this time, and in desperation, he tried so hard.

Fortunately, everything is safe!

"Where is that evil spirit?"

Uncle Jiu raised his trembling hands, picked up the herbal tea, took a sip, let out a long breath, leaned against the back of the chair, and asked relaxedly.

Upon hearing this, Wang Xuebin handed over the thermos in his hand.

"For this, here has been blocked here. The old man said, "Whether to kill or to be liberated, let us do it ourselves!"

"uncle?"

"Yes, uncle!"

As he said that, Wang Xuebin shrugged gently and said with a smile:

"Lin Yimei, Uncle Lin, his hand is done by himself!"

"What, Laodou..."

After hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Uncle Jiu almost choked to death by his saliva!

As the caster of the magic technique, Uncle Jiu could not control which god he could attract, although the gods here did not refer to gods who had already transcended the dimension.

If you think about it, you can understand that if your younger brother is wronged, he will certainly help you stand up as a boss, but the problem is that if you have too many older brothers, who will let him stand up.

Those who have too high status will definitely not go. I have a conflict with the maids of other clubs. It is definitely inappropriate to ask the leader to help you find a place!

Everyone is not sure to attend the venue. I am a little identifiable, so everyone will definitely not directly help me find a venue. At most, I can help you talk to me, or take the opportunity to suppress hostile societies.

It is really hard to compete with the horsemen of other clubs.

So, what I can really bring is actually Sijiuzi!

They are all younger brothers, but their qualifications are deep and shallow, and no one can tell the level of success in the future, so these Sijiuzi are very happy to help.

And the Sijiuzai here refers to the ancestor of the sect!

As a younger disciple, Uncle Jiu must not call a certain ancestor to come and possess him. He can only say that the disciple is in trouble. See which ancestor has time and come to help!

The cloud-piercing arrow was thrown out, but Uncle Jiu could not determine which path of immortals came!

When the moment the ancestors and sages arrived, as the magician, the only thing he could do in the end was to describe who the enemy was. After that, he had to keep his mind carefully in order to prevent his mind from falling!

But unexpectedly, this time I asked for my god, I actually invited my old bean. This is really...

"...uh...I'm Laodou...that's your uncle Lin...has you told me anything..."

Hearing Uncle Jiu's hesitant tone, Wang Xuebin was silent for a moment, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Seeing this, Uncle Jiu took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, cheered up, sat up straight, and said in a deep voice:

"I'm ready, you say it, no matter what he said, I can accept it!

He is a tiny person, has a bad temper, has a dirty mouth, and is long-winded. He can't even say anything. I have been with him for so many years. I know more about what kind of person he is than you, so just say it boldly!"

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin opened his eyes wide and looked at Uncle Jiu with disbelief. After hesitating for a while, hesitated and said slowly:

"Uncle Lin asked me to instruct you to practice hard, study hard, and practice hard, and nothing else..."

“…That’s it?”

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Wang Xuebin nodded repeatedly and said with a sincere look:

"That's it!"

"...what are you hesitating?"

Hearing the sound of Uncle Jiu's obviously octave higher, Wang Xuebin did not dare to hide it and quickly explained:

"No... it's just that Uncle Lin said that you are my elder brother by seniority, so you don't always think about taking advantage of him. It's just that I'm embarrassed to say... After all, Uncle Jiu is used to it..."

"...Is he also said the word "scam"..."

As expected, he is worthy of being Uncle Jiu. He discovered the key to the problem at a glance. Looking at Uncle Jiu's faint eyes, Wang Xuebin confessed with sincerity.

"...No, this is an auxiliary tone that I added to Mr. Lin. I think he must have meant this, so I will make it up for him!"

"Huh~"

Uncle Jiu let out a breath and slowly closed his eyes. If he hadn't had the strength now, he would have to kill this little bastard!

I really think he is from the south and doesn’t understand Northeast dialect!

"Uncle Jiu! Brother Bin! I'll help you!"

A shout diverted the attention of Uncle Jiu and Wang Xuebin. They turned their heads and looked at the person coming.

Lin Sir took the lead and ran quickly. Not far behind him, Weizai was carrying a box, panting while chasing.

"Hmm? Why are they here!"

When Uncle Jiu saw the visitor, he couldn't help but frown. Beside him, Wang Xuebin's brows frowned even tighter!

"Uncle Jiu...I remember... we still have an evil ghost that has not been eliminated!"

"Um?"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Uncle Jiu was shocked and looked at Weizai and Lin Sir with a look of suspicion.

"You mean both of them..."

"Lin Sir has traces of ghost energy on his body, and there is a trace of intimidating blood in his transparent state. He is undoubtedly a ghost!"

"Are they both okay?"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's concern, Wang Xuebin shook his head slightly.

"Who is right..."

"Uncle Jiu! Brother Bin! Hukh... Hukh..."

Lin Sir ran to him, leaning on his knees with both hands, and gasping for breath.

But Wang Xuebin could clearly hear that Lin Sir's heartbeat was very smooth, obviously not all the way.

"Why are you here?"

Wang Xuebin showed a gentle smile on his face, stepped forward and helped Lin Sir up, patted him on the shoulder gently, and asked curiously:

"Don't you have to go to work today? There are still some tricky cases!"

"Brother Bin, that's it..."

"Brother Bin! Be careful!"

It was a sudden moment, and Lin Sir's face turned sharp, he took out a dagger with a flashing sharpness from his pocket, and stabbed Wang Xuebin suddenly!

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Lin Sir, whose eyes were red, looked like crazy, kept stabbing Wang Xuebin's abdomen.

"kill!"

"Brother Bin!!!"