Sign In For Sixty Years, From Puppet Emperor To Heaven Emperor

As soon as I arrived at Yangtoupo in the southern suburbs, I saw a group of teenagers sitting together. There were men and women, all of them were aura, and they looked as good-looking as finely carved porcelain dolls. A kind of strange spirit, with a thief-like and cheap feeling, a little unexpected.

On the branch of a tree with a crooked neck next to him, the drunk Taoist was lying on it. When he saw Zhou An coming, he jumped down and walked over, pursing his mouth. It looked like he was addicted to alcohol.

Zhou An threw a bottle of wine, the drunk Taoist saw his eyes lit up, he quickly caught it and opened the lid, and the smell of the wine made him salivate.

A boy who looked no older than ten years old sneered and said: "Uncle drunkard, where did you trick someone to buy you wine this time? I don’t even know if it’s a drink or a drink.”

"Hello, I'm Zhou Nan." This is the name Zhou An gave himself. After all, the emperor's name cannot be used indiscriminately, and ordinary people dare not take the emperor's name.

"You're welcome, I understand, call me Jin Xuan, Jin of gold, Xuan of Xuan Xuan." Jin Xuan is cheerful, and speaks without any scruples. Generally, in the Xianxia sect, seniority is very important, and juniors can't even call him directly. The names of the elders are taboo.

An act of teasing the uncle like Jin Xuan would definitely be punished if he was found out.

The drunk Taoist didn't care, he took a sip in satisfaction and came over and said, "Brother, I'm here this time to ask you to do us a favor. You saw the demonic way coming to Qianjing last night. In order not to be eviled by us, the older generation Most of them are guarding various places in Qianjing to prevent the demons from massacring, and the remaining few go to track down their hiding places.

At the Cining Temple in Yangtoupo, a group of evil disciples were found occupying the temple and committing crimes. Many women were taken away for sexual pleasure, and some children were eaten by them as blood. We can't just sit idly by.

These juniors insist on fighting for this credit, and I, an old man, can't stand so many people, so luckily I asked you to protect them. This, just as a reward, a magic weapon of defense, with your cultivation level, it is absolutely difficult for ordinary ascetics to hurt you at all. "

After receiving it, Zhou An thanked him, thinking of the revised book of The Art of Controlling the Sword, he suddenly asked: "Senior, I was lucky enough to get a copy of The Art of Controlling the Sword, but the content was wrongly recorded in a small part. Help me take a look."

"The way of controlling the sword? Each family's way of controlling the sword is different, but the root of it can't be changed. Except for the advanced method of controlling the sword, it is basically the same. Okay, I can help you figure it out." The drunken Taoist did not refuse. , this kind of thing is not difficult for him, and Zhou An has already obtained fate, so it is no problem for him to help.

Zhou An rejoiced, and handed over the manuscript that the queen had given him.

The drunk Taoist looked at it a few times and asked with a surprised expression: "Where did you come from to control the sword?"

"The Taoist priest of the Taizu Temple once rescued a fairy elder, and that immortal elder gave it as a thank you gift. After several rounds, I got it." Zhou An said half-truthfully.

"Taizu Temple, I remembered, Zhou Nan, this is the introductory swordsmanship that we are working together, the injured cultivator has a great relationship with me, and has been missing for nearly ten years, and has been looking for it.

I'll check it out right now. I'll ask the master about the sword control method. If it's okay, I'll teach you the complete swordsmanship. If not, I'll find you a replacement one. You can see if it works. " said the drunk Taoist.

"Then thank you, senior." Zhou An showed joy, and it was much better to have the help of the drunken Taoist than Zi Yiwei's blind thinking.

"Then I'll go, Zhou Ling, you are the biggest among them, remember to be careful in everything, and don't rush in. Zhou Nan is already at the tenth level of the day after tomorrow. If you can't beat him, you can ask him for help." The drunk Taoist set up the light and flew away. , but the voice seems to be coming from the side, which is very strange.

"Uncle Zui is gone. What are we waiting for? I checked this place last night. They are all juniors from the day after tomorrow. We are absolutely fine. Let's go." Jin Xuan rubbed his hands excitedly, and was the first to ask Ci Ning The temple leaped away, and the lightness kung fu was really extraordinary.

"Junior brother, don't worry, everyone quickly follow." Zhou Ling called out softly, and hurried to catch up.

He is also extremely ruthless about evil ways such as eating children and raping women. Naturally, he will not let him go when he encounters it, and he will use his strength to catch up.

These little guys seem to be under 15 years old, but their cultivation bases are not low, at least they are all at the acquired seventh level, and their lightness kung fu is very good, much better than his Qian Kun step.

Cining Temple is relatively well-known in the southern suburbs of Qianjing, and has a history of two hundred years. The incense is usually pretty good, and it is managed by dozens of monks.

After a group of them arrived here, they dressed up as pilgrims and entered inside. It could be seen that these monks were all dressed up, and their eyebrows were full of hostility.

There is no such thing as a peaceful monk with a little profit. Although the monks of Cining Temple used to care about incense money, they were still kind to people and often helped the poor people passing by. Their reputation was not bad.

When they came in, they should have bought some joss sticks to worship, but these teenagers are used to the quietness in the mountains, and this time they took the opportunity to run out to fight for righteousness, so where did they bring any money.

Seeing the suspicious look of the monk selling candles, Jin Xuan became anxious for a moment, scratching the back of his head with his hands, secretly hating himself for his mistake, for leaving in such a hurry that he forgot to bring his money.

Zhou An took out a silver coin and said, "I have it."

"Brother Nan is righteous, next time I will treat you to a drink." Jin Xuan rejoiced, took some joss sticks and ran inside.

Zhou Ling nodded and smiled at him and said, "Brother Nan will pay for it."

"It's okay, Xiaoqian." Zhou An smiled, distributed the joss sticks to everyone, and entered together.

There are not many pilgrims here, about a dozen or so, and each of them spoke their minds to the Buddha. Most of the people only speak human words at this time, and what they speak when facing people is nonsense.

Everyone spread out and walked through all the Buddhist halls in the front yard. Zhou An also burned incense and worshiped Buddha in the main hall in the middle, so that he could provide immediate support in case of problems.

When Jinxuan and the young monk walked to the arch in the backyard, they were stopped by the guard monk here and shouted: "This is our resting place, it is not open to the public."

The little monk beside Jin Xuan whispered, "Jin Xuan, go back first, there are still many pilgrims outside."

"Okay, okay." Jin Xuan didn't want to hurt innocent people, so he looked at the two monks who were guarding the gate with displeasure.

As soon as the two left, Zhou Ling came over in a hurry. She was worried about her junior brother Hu Lai and kept staring at her.

Jin Xuan saw it and quickly said: "Senior sister, I have basically figured it out. The front yard is full of ordinary Jiang Hu people. Those guys must be in the back yard, and there is no one else in the back yard. We can let go and do a big job."

"No, we don't know if there are any congenital monks yet, you can't mess around, don't forget to promise me, come out and listen to me." Zhou Ling immediately stopped her, she knew Jin Xuan too well, there was nothing this kid wouldn't dare made.

"Senior sister, if there are innate masters here, Uncle Zui would not let us come, why are you so stupid. And Uncle Zui also invited Zhou Nan to help us, what is there to be afraid of with him as an acquired ten-fold master, let alone Zui?" Uncle Master gave him all the Heavenly Talismans, even if we really meet Xiantian, we can run away."

"Senior Sister, let Wenwen and Brother Gongsun deal with the outsiders, the three of us are enough to clean up the evil inside." Jin Xuan winked at the little monk while speaking.

The little monk understood, and suddenly rushed to the arch in the backyard.

The two monks guarding the gate had been paying attention to the three people in the distance. They felt that there was something wrong with these three people. If it wasn't for the fact that they were all children, they would have arrested them long ago.

"I knew there was something wrong with these two boys. The blood food delivered to the door saves us from going outside to catch it." Seeing the young monk rushing aggressively, the two rushed forward immediately, their hands forming claws to grab the young monk.

"No, the stone is dangerous, help me." Jin Xuan hurriedly rushed over, Zhou Ling had no choice but to stamp his feet anxiously, and ran over.

The little monk approached the two, suddenly squatted down, and flew out, rushed past the armpits of the two monks, hit their stomachs with his fist, and sent them flying with one blow, hit the wall next to the arch, and bounced to the ground On the ground, he curled up in pain and couldn't stand up, and there were two cracks in the wall he hit.

"Let's do it."

Jin Xuan yelled happily, jumped into the backyard, and saw the unsightly scene in the hall of the backyard, a group of monsters dressed as monks, eating blood and drinking wine.

In the side rooms on both sides, there were slight groans and cries from women, as well as panting laughter from men.

The people inside were enjoying themselves, when they heard the movement outside, some of them rushed out, Jin Xuan was so furious that the gold rings in his hands flashed, and each turned into six gold rings on his wrists, like iron fists.

The little monk slapped his belt, and a red hooped iron stick appeared in his hand. The two of them fought with this group of people without saying a word, like tigers entering a herd of sheep. These monks are almost not their own enemies.

Worried about their safety, Zhou Ling shook his hands, holding two swords, and followed to protect the two of them.

"Hmph, which doll dares to come here to die? Didn't your adults teach you that you have to pay a price for being a chivalrous hero?" Suddenly there was a voice in the hall, carrying innate qi, which shocked everyone present. Pain in the eardrum.