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Another familiar spin.

When Guo Yang came back to his senses, he was already lying on a wooden bed.

The room is relatively poor, with a strong style of the Republic of China.

"Snoring!"

The man next to him was snoring loudly.

Guo Yang sat up on tiptoe, huddled in a corner, accepting the memories of the characters in the plot.

The plot this time took place in the famous "Zombie World".

Almost everyone knew about the zombie world and Uncle Nine's name.

It can be said to be the signature of zombie movies.

And my own plot image this time is the third apprentice that Uncle Jiu recruited besides Guo Wencai and Qiusheng.

Talented and intelligent, and relatively honest.

Guo Yang frowned.

Isn't this a personality that is tailor-made for yourself?

In terms of honesty, who can compare to myself?

"Ding."

"Do you want to summon Xingzi to the zombie world?"

The system pops up out of nowhere.

Guo Yang originally wanted to call Xingzi directly, but after thinking about it, it was not suitable.

Xingzi is a real person, his senior brother, not a tool man.

He shook his head and refused, "Forget it, don't use it for now."

It is better for Xingzi to stay in the Kung Fu world.

After all, there, Xingzi's strength is the ceiling, and no one can hurt him.

Besides, at this moment, Xingzi is probably busy with revenge, right?
Guo Yang can revive Linger and the others, but what about the masters who killed Linger?
Let them get away with it?

So the revenge is given to Xingzi.

This is the tacit understanding between the two brothers.

After taking a breath, Guo Yang lay down again.

Wen Cai turned over and muttered in a low voice, "Master is not here, I can steal it again..."

Guo Yang was speechless and couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

Eat and eat.

Just know to eat.

Eat and sleep, sleep and eat, no wonder Uncle Jiu said that text is suitable for reading corpses.

"The last world was zombies, this world is zombies, interesting."

Guo Yang smiled and closed his eyes.

"Giggle!"

In the early morning of the next day, the sky turned pale.

Guo Yang immediately got up and began to wash.

Wen Cai scratched his ass and muttered in a half-dream and half-awake state, "Such an annoying rotten chicken, sooner or later you will be stewed."

Guo Yang couldn't help being amused, but he didn't call Wencai, instead he looked like he was enjoying the show.

as predicted.

A middle-aged man with a short beard in a light blue robe and black brows held a bamboo stick and drew it directly onto the ass of Wen Cai who was sleeping soundly like a dead pig.

"Is it itchy again?"

On Uncle Nine's heroic face, there was anger and helplessness.

"Ow!"

Wen Cai held his buttocks and jumped three feet high.

Looking at Uncle Jiu, his face was full of grievances, "I, I woke up a long time ago, I just closed my eyes and rested..."

"You still dare to quibble?" Uncle Jiu raised the bamboo stick.

Wen Cai shrank his neck in fright, and hurried out to wash.

Guo Yang almost laughed out loud.

Wen Cai rubbed his butt, cast a blank look at Guo Yang, and said in a plaintive tone, "Junior brother, you are not kind."

Guo Yang rolled his eyes, "I called you last time, but if you say to call again next time, you will sever the relationship between brothers and sisters."

Wencai: "..."

have to.

I dug a hole for myself.

After washing.

The two of them had no time to eat breakfast, so Uncle Jiu called them into the ancestral hall and sat cross-legged.

Wen Cai clutched his empty stomach with a bitter look on his face.

Uncle Jiu saw it and shook his head.

But when he saw Guo Yang, his expression was calm, and he couldn't help admiring him.

Although the three disciples were the last to get started, they had the best temperament.

In Maoshan cultivation, xinxing is very important.

"Okay, during this time, it is enough for you to lay the foundation."

Uncle Jiu coughed lightly, and said slowly, "Next, it's time to teach you basic spells."

"My Maoshan faction has punished rape and eliminated evil since ancient times. There are evil spirits and evil spirits, and evil people kill evil people. It is a well-known decent school, so you must remember that if you learn magic, you will not harm others."

"Next, after paying respects to the Patriarch, I will pass on to you two, the untold secret of my Maoshan School, "Hunyuanzhenjing"!"

As soon as this word comes out.

Even Wencai became serious.

Not to mention Guo Yang.

The two honestly offered incense to the patriarch, and then waited obediently.

Uncle Jiu began to teach the two of them the formula.

The formula is quite obscure.

Wen Cai was confused.

Because Guo Yang has the wisdom of Xisui Pill and the cultivation of the world of Kung Fu, he can barely understand it.

Half an hour passed.

Uncle Jiu clapped his hands and said, "The Hunyuan Sutra is difficult to understand, just take your time to comprehend it, don't rush for success."

"If you are lucky and break through to the Nascent Soul stage, then the Maoshan faction will flourish."

"If there is a one-in-a-billion probability, you can continue to improve, transform into a god, refine the void, fit into a body, Mahayana, cross the catastrophe, ascend to immortality, and maybe change the pattern of the entire world..."

Uncle Jiu looked at the distant sky with deep eyes, and his tone was ethereal.

After a pause, he shook his head and said, "These are too far for you."

"Being a teacher is also stagnant in the early stage of alchemy. If you can live, you will be on par with being a teacher."

"Work hard. Although your big brother Qiusheng has a stubborn personality, he started early and became a monk in the Qi training period. You are still far behind..."

hum!
Uncle Jiu hasn't finished speaking yet.

Just a hum.

Guo Yang, who was sitting cross-legged, broke through directly.

Getting started!
At this moment, Guo Yang felt the air flow in his body, and he was overjoyed.

When he was in the world of kung fu, he opened up the two veins of Ren and Du, and his kung fu practice reached its peak.

At that time, he faintly felt that there was some kind of shackles that prevented his cultivation from improving.

Now, Hunyuan Zhenjing has given the answer.

In the world of Kung Fu, there is no spell for cultivating immortals!

So just after practicing the Hunyuan Scripture, everything fell asleep in the channel, and the martial arts zhenqi condensed and turned into spiritual power!

Getting Started with the Qi Training Period!
Uncle Jiu was shocked.

It took Qiusheng two years to get started, and it took him a year and a half to get started.

And Guo Yang only practiced for less than ten minutes.

This, is this genius?

In an instant, Uncle Jiu knew that whether the Maoshan School could flourish or not depended on Guo Yang.

"Good good!"

Uncle Jiu personally helped Guo Yang up, his eyes were full of surprises, "Disciple, you surprised me so much!"

Uncle Jiu was so excited that he walked up and down in the ancestral hall. He wanted to make a training plan for Guo Yang, and strive to make Guo Yang break through and improve quickly.

Maoshan faction is not alone.

Apart from myself, I really need a second pillar!

But right now.

A burly man suddenly ran over in a panic, "Uncle Nine, Uncle Nine, something happened!"

"Old Wang, the pig butcher in our village, suddenly hanged himself!"

"When they were discovered, a few villagers foamed at the mouth as soon as they touched Lao Wang, and fell to the ground convulsing all over. They are now unconscious!"

what?
Uncle Jiu was startled, his eyes narrowed.

Originally, he wanted to call him Qiusheng, but after thinking about it, he said to Guo Yang, "Take the guy and go take a look with Master."

Guo Yang nodded quickly.

The grotesque zombie world begins here!