Chapter 93 The wind is very noisy today

Chen Jiu looked around, calmed down, took a deep breath, and told himself to be calm, trying to suppress the bloodlust in his heart.

He looked down, only to realize that his chest was covered with blood, and his golden eyes turned scarlet.

The ferry was crushed by his foot, and he approached a monk in an instant, and punched his head fiercely, smashing it to pieces.

He hooked down again, dodging the spell of another monk next to him, his figure was like a ghost, he approached that monk in a flash, and pierced his chest with his hands into claws.

He turned around and crushed the head of another monk.

The last person left was pale, his body glowed with a light blue formation, his body melted into water stains, and flowed away along the gaps in the surrounding boards.

Chen Jiu shook off the blood on his hands, but didn't go after the man.

He really didn't want to kill.

Some people may like this feeling of crushing life with every gesture, but Chen Jiu is particularly annoying.

The scarlet light in his eyes faded slowly, and he looked at the people on the ferry with a blank expression on his face.

All the monks bowed their heads, and no one dared to move.

The old man in coir raincoat stood in the crowd, his face livid.

This action was supposed to kill the man on the ferry, but who would have thought that this young man's physical strength would be so terrifying!

It was really possible to protect a boat by one person, and the old martial artist of the seventh realm failed to attack and kill him, but was killed by this young body repairer in an instant.

Could it be that to kill this woman, you have to invite the Golden Core cultivator? !

The old man in coir raincoat looked uncertain and lowered his head in thought.

Chen Jiu wiped the blood from his hands on the dead monk's clothes, and walked slowly back to his guest room.

Along the way, the monks hurriedly backed down.

Not long after Chen Jiu returned to the guest room, the little consul knocked respectfully on Chen Jiu's room with a luxurious box. After getting permission, the little consul walked in slowly and said respectfully.

"My lord, this is your reward from Madam. The four monks have a total of 40 cents. Madam said that this is too petty, so she rounded it up and gave you a penny."

When the little consul said this, his face was slightly shocked.

There are five kinds of coins in the world, Zimo, Chouniu, Yinhu, Maotu, and Chenlong, among which the progress rate is 100.

It's just that high-end coins are often collected by monks and are not easy to circulate. Unless it is agreed to pay with high-end coins, most of the time the bill is settled in Zimo money.

The Chenlong coin is another matter. It is said that the Chenlong coin is extremely rare if you really want to take a dragon and melt it into the coin.

The five kinds of coins are naturally taken from the twelve earthly branches, and the other seven kinds of earthly branches are seven flying swords, each with its own magical powers. Now it is widely spread, and three of them are lost.

The little consul handed the luxurious box to Chen Jiu respectfully.

Chen Jiu took it and hummed lightly.

The little consul didn't dare to disturb him anymore, so he took his leave and quietly left the guest room.

On the ferry, all the monks were in danger, fearing that the young body repairer would suddenly go violent and kill someone.

A flock of sheep and wolves stay together, no matter how gentle the wolf is, the sheep will be frightened.

And this is the wolf that just killed the sheep.

So when the ferry boat reached the berth, some monks got off the boat with an excuse, slipped away, and never returned.

The remaining courageous monks who wanted to earn coins remained on the ship.

These monks eat enough for one person, the whole family is not hungry, and they have nothing to worry about anyway, so let's die, otherwise, if you have lived in the days when you have no money and are suffocated, you might as well die.

The young boy would still come to talk to Chen Jiu boldly from time to time, and his words were full of flattery.

Chen Jiu looked at the boy, sighed slightly, and asked softly, "What do you want...?"

The young man was startled when he heard the words, and immediately knelt down and kowtowed, "I beg Master Immortal Master to teach me how to cultivate immortals, and I am willing to be Master Immortal Master's eternal slave!"

Chen Jiu took a deep look at the young man, "I can't, and you don't have the qualifications for physical training."

The muscles and bones of young people are not suitable for physical training. Chen Jiu is a five-level physical training, which can be seen. If he is forced to practice, it will hurt the young muscles and bones. As for the practice methods of Qi practitioners, Chen Jiu really does not know .

The boy didn't say anything, he kowtowed his head three times, and said with a flattering smile: "I'm bothering Master Xianshi."

He walked out of the house slowly, closed the door gently, lowered his head, and quickly returned to his house on the last floor of the ferry.

He clenched his fists tightly, his face almost contorted.

Why are these monks like this, no matter how friendly they look, they always hold tight to the practice method and refuse to reveal it in the slightest.

Are they afraid that once the method is revealed, everyone can practice, and then they will no longer be able to be a high-ranking immortal? !

It must be so!

The young man was filled with resentment to the extreme, but he didn't dare to vent it. He gritted his teeth, fearing that if he couldn't help showing anger, Chen Jiu would spy on him, and he would end up worse than death.

With his life like an ant, he had to be extremely careful in order to survive.

The young man took a deep breath, and there was a smile on his square face again, he continued to smile obsequiously at the guests, and went about his own business.

Life is not free, nothing more than this.

After a few more days of driving, the ferry was already facing the sea, and the sound of the waves was loud, hitting the shore horizontally.

There are also ferries around, but there is no one on them, and they are moored on a shore.

There were no guests on the ferry that Chen Jiu was on, and they all disembarked at the ferry. There were only a dozen or so monks left.

The woman was covered with a veil, and after bowing down to thank the surrounding monks, she took the little consul to the island.

Chen Jiu sat on the top of the boat pole, blowing the sea breeze, looking into the distance, and his clothes rattled.

Guqu Mountain is not big, it is just a low mountain. The woman walked straight along a small path, and when she reached a small house, she bowed three times before knocking on the door.

A warm voice came from inside, "Please come in."

The woman looked agitated, and told the little consul to stay outside, and went in by herself.

On the ferry, the old man in the coir raincoat and Sun Yunfu climbed up to the Lonely Mountain by using escape techniques.

Chen Jiu sat on the boat pole, glanced down, and didn't care much.

There was still the "ghost hand" Cao Xie on the ferry, and another five-level monk had already got off the ferry and disappeared.

Sitting on the deck, Cao Xie looked a little uncertain. He knew a little about the inside story of the visit to the immortal, so he didn't have much fear in his heart when he came to escort the ferry this time.

It's just the change in it that made him have to think hard.

He knew the inside story of Wangxian, but he didn't know the inside story of the woman's visit to Xianxian, which made his heart hang.

On the journey of cultivating immortals, one must be bold and careful to live longer and better, but he is not bold enough or careful enough, and has already violated the taboo of cultivation!

Cao Xie lowered his head and began to think of two ways.

Is it better to just run away now, take five ugly cow coins and run away without losing money, or stay on the boat and wait until you get enough ten ugly cow coins before leaving, and this time after the turmoil, maybe you can Ask the woman to sit on the floor and ask for more.

After Cao Xie finished his thinking, he made a decision. Lao Tzu hid on the boat first. If there was a fight later, he would just run away. If there was no fight, he would finish his salary comfortably.

He took another look at Chen Jiu who was sitting on the highest place, wondering if he could please the young body repairer, at worst spend some money and ask him to take care of himself.

Cao Weisi decided, clapped his hands, thought to himself that I was a genius, and jumped up to the side of Chen Jiu's boat pole.

Chen Jiu turned to look at him, not knowing what was going on.

Cao Xie scratched his head, speechless for a while.

A sea breeze blows.

Cao Xie suddenly smiled with his hands behind his back, "Chen Daoyou, the wind is very noisy today."

Two or two were speechless, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Cao Xie laughed dryly again: "Hey, right?"