Chapter 37

Yang Xuan was thinking about whether to flash first. According to the plot, Yixiu is expected to come. At that time, four eyes will be cleaned up. It's a little unreasonable if he doesn't help, but Yang Xuan really doesn't want to help four eyes. This old boy is obscene every time, and he's lazy. He wants to study corpse control. Zombies don't borrow one. He's really an Iron Rooster.

"Ah, martial uncle, I'm a little hungry. I'll see if Tingting has made breakfast." Yang Xuan made an excuse and slipped out first.

The four eyes were single-minded and didn't answer. They desperately urged the mana. Unfortunately, the scarecrow didn't give face at all and still didn't move.

After Yang Xuan went out, he took a turn outside and ran directly to the four purpose morgue. Yang Xuan always wanted to try how to control the body, but four eyes never let Yang Xuan move his guests.

Sneaking into the morgue, ah, there are many zombies. This one can't do. This one is too weak. Shit, this one can't stand up. Yang Xuan is speechless. Yang Xuan really despises these goods.

Looking at the two corpse control techniques on the system interface, Maoshan's corpse control technique actually involves how to cultivate them. It needs to apply runes and chants. Most of what Mr. Feng Shui learned there are used to fight and improve strength, and many of them have strong side effects, but there is one thing that Maoshan's corpse control technique does not have, that is, depicting arrays and spells on zombies, To the extent that zombies can be manipulated without chanting and ringing the bell, Yang Xuan highly praised this method and didn't see any zombies after walking around. Forget it. Wait until the Royal zombies come.

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"Martial uncle, why is your stomach bulging?" Yang Xuan walked slowly to the Dharma altar and joked.

Four eyes ignored, Yang Xuan shouted at the door, "you have seed, you are cruel, and you have enlarged my stomach."

Yang Xuan smiled and tears came out. It is estimated that the four eyes will be thin for many days.

It was like this. Suddenly one day, a large group of people stopped in front of the yard. It looked like there was a court background.

There are only two families here. Everyone ran out to watch the excitement. Unexpectedly, they could meet the fourth younger martial brother, who is also Yang Xuan's martial uncle.

Finally arrived. Yang Xuan waited for several days and finally came. Yes, this team is the Imperial Army transporting Royal zombies.

Now Yang Xuan is tangled again. If he goes to save people, these people must send the zombies to the capital. If he doesn't save them, they will all die, which is equal to the mass destruction.

Heaven and earth are not benevolent. Everything is a ruminant dog. I, Yang Xuan, just protect the people I want to protect. Others have their own destiny. What does it have to do with me.

When Yang Xuan was thinking, they went out.

At this time, a Taoist happily came over and said, "elder martial brother, I haven't seen you for a long time. I borrow some glutinous rice from you."

At first glance, it was Taoist priest Qianhe.

Four eyes turned and said, "Jiale, go get some glutinous rice with martial uncle." Home music went away.

"Hello, martial uncle," Yang Xuan said politely.

"This is,,," said Qianhe. His senior brother has another disciple, La?

"Family teacher, Lin Jiu" Yang Xuan said.

"It's the disciple of senior brother nine," said Qianhe zhengse. After all, it's a brother. In addition to the eldest senior brother, senior brother nine has advanced Taoism.

Several people came to the coffin and said with four eyes, "the copper horn gold coffin is wrapped with an ink bucket net. Is it,,"

"Yes, it's a zombie," said Qianhe.

The four eyes said, "then why not burn it."

Qianhe sighed and said, "this zombie is a royal family in the frontier. We can't burn it. We should transport it to Beijing as soon as possible and wait for the emperor to fall."

Master Yixiu explained the tent, and the two old friends began to fight against each other again, but this time they were doomed to suffer.

Yang Xuan was beside the coffin and felt the zombies with his magic power. Sure enough, the corpse was very angry. This is a good iron armor corpse, and it is already on the edge of advanced level. If you cultivate it well, you can also cultivate it into silver armor corpse, gold armor corpse and so on.

Yang Xuan patted his forehead. Good guy, the most valuable one forgot. The coffin containing zombies was pure gold. How much is it? Yang Xuan's eyes began to shine.

"Younger martial brother, this is glutinous rice. I hope you can't use it," Si Mu said seriously.

This zombie is not simple. Yang Xuan, Yixiu and four eyes can feel it. There is not only corpse gas in the zombie, but also an unknown surging energy.

After everyone said goodbye, the team set off again.

Jiale, looking as like as two peas in a golden coffin, said, "I will make a lot of money in the future, buy a pair of identical ones, and give you a good master."

Yang Xuan patted his forehead. The child is short-minded and can't speak.

Four eyes looked unlucky at Jiale, and Yixiu took the opportunity to fan the flames and said, "very filial young man, ha ha ha."

Looking at Yixiu who takes advantage of his face, his four eyes hate his teeth itching.

At this time, Jiale came up and said, "elder martial brother, can you teach the master and Qingqing national skill?"

People in this age pay more attention to the confidentiality of sect inheritance, so Jiale is still more cautious.

"No problem, but that's the same sentence. Help me collect herbs, especially those that are difficult to see." Yang Xuan said boldly.

Yang Xuan's forthright and forthright made four eyes very depressed. Originally, they began to feel that there was a gap with the monk. Unexpectedly, the monk still had a beauty trick. Family music was successful. Who made family music like other people's disciples? Four eyes couldn't say anything.

"After that, everyone will gather at martial uncle's house at the second quarter of Mao every day. I will train you in three days and let Tingting train you in three days," Yang xuandao. Then he turned to Tingting, who nodded. The little couple still had a tacit understanding.

"Jiale, hurry to cook. I'm starving. Cook two more vegetables. Master and Qingqing can eat together today. We can talk about tomorrow while eating." Yang xuandao.

"Amitabha, I only eat vegetables, not wine and meat." A break first shows your mind.

"Master, that's a bad word. It's just the so-called wine and meat pass through the intestines. The Buddha sits in his heart. The Buddhism pays attention to the afterlife and doesn't pay attention to the skin bag. If you pay too much attention to the rules and regulations, you can't help but commit anger. Moreover, practicing Chinese martial arts is very particular about eating, and meat is indispensable." Yang Xuan advised.

"Hey, monk, I can finally eat meat openly this time. Let me tell you, this monk eats meat secretly every time. Once I saw it, and the monk refused to admit it." Four eyes immediately vigorously exposed the way.

"Four eyes, I think you want to let me tell you whether it's your own embarrassment," Yixiu hated.

Yang Xuan looked at the two people who broke the news to each other and immediately felt a burst of envy. What a good bad friend. Unfortunately, Yang Xuan knows a lot of people in his life now, but few really can be regarded as friends. It's a pity that there are more female friends. Unfortunately, as he gets older and older, more and more female friends get married, they don't come out much. Slowly, slowly, they break off contact.

In the evening, everyone ate and drank around the table and talked about some views and experiences on the Chinese martial arts system. Tingting was talking to Qingqing about her daughter's family. The atmosphere was very lively.

Suddenly there was a sound of "help, help" outside the house.