If Nailing Dragon Technique and Trap Dragon Technique don't work, then you can only use Dragon Circle Technique!
There is absolutely no way that the four Earth Masters and the two Great Earth Masters in Shenzhou can handle this job.
It's better than the group of old demons in Purple Mountain who disappear into the smoke and dust!
The ultimate sky light...
That would be big trouble! ! !
It is estimated that the big fat pig Qin Jing will have to be found out and asked to die!
As for the Nine-Five Supreme...
If the Longtan True Dragon really hatches a Nine-Five Supreme...
this……
this……
Then I can only laugh!
"Teng Wazi, you said no one dares to kill the Nine-Five Supreme Being?"
"That's right, piano teacher. Normally no one would dare to kill him. Even if he was as powerful as Emperor Zulong, he whipped Fangshan Zanglongpu, then diverted the Huai River through Jinling to the Yangtze River, and used the Qinhuai River to wash away the royal energy of Jinling. Jinling was not completely killed. This real dragon."
"Teacher, don't listen to Teng Laoshi. He is the second best player in the junior class."
The piano teacher disagreed: "I believe this. The Zhu Youshu that Teng Wazi learned is actually the sum of bioinformatics engineering. It's just that the usage is different."
These words are like an invisible slap on the face of the flatterer. He beat the flatterer until his face was blue.
"Copper Banban, if this dragon is the Nine-Five Supreme, what will be the consequences if it is killed?"
"Report to the piano teacher. I can cut off the geography and the number of days."
"Nine-five Supreme Beings cannot be killed."
The flatterer sneered and shouted angrily: "Magic stick! Teacher, don't believe anything I say. He is the biggest stickman in the entire Yin Yuan."
The piano teacher chuckled and said, "When Mr. Qian joined Von Karman's suicide group to work on rockets, he had a colleague named Parsons. This man was a true believer in black magic."
"Parsons saw a material called Olympic fire from an ancient alchemy book, and finally applied it to rocket boosters."
"Later, Parsons also established his own company, invented jato, and sold it to the beautiful country."
"Copper is no magic stick."
"Feng Shui uses scientific principles to explain it, which is the conservation of magnetic field energy!"
"And our Four Pillars, Six Rens, Eight Trigrams, Nine Palaces, Qimen Dunjia, it's quantum entanglement. It's like primitive people starting to look up at the stars. What hasn't happened has become a given!"
"The things our ancestors left behind are no worse than those of foreigners."
Another hard slap on the flattery's face turned him completely into a Muggle. He supported the piano teacher and was about to leave.
Ah Chun and the orphan Beiqi took action to separate the flatterers, and made the flatterers roll their eyes in anger.
I helped the piano teacher out of the cabin and pointed to a half-submerged mountain peak and told the piano teacher that that place was most likely the knot hole of the real dragon in Longtan.
"Do you like this?"
"It doesn't matter where I am buried, your wife cannot leave Bashu."
"Although there are mountains, water and scenery here, I still like my hometown in Bashu."
"Buried in Bashu, you can smell the fragrance of twice-cooked meat even after you die!"
"Your wife likes hot pot, so hot pot is a must."
I smiled and agreed, "Then I'll keep looking for you until I find it and you're satisfied."
The piano teacher held my hand and said softly: "You still remember the joke I made to you back then. I am very relieved to have come so far.
"Actually, if a childless orphan like me dies, it will be the end of the world if it is burned and spread according to organizational procedures."
"It's just that I promised my beloved wife. If we can't share the quilt in life, we must share the same hole in death."
"In the first half of my life, I barely fulfilled my duty to the country. In the second half of my life, I still have to fulfill my filial piety. Being buried with my parents and my beloved wife is my greatest wish in this life."
I nodded silently: "I have remembered your old words. Just leave it to me."
On the third day of the Lunar New Year, Orphan Bei received an urgent mission and rushed to the northwest.
On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, Ah Rong left for Yangcheng.
Teng Laoshi and I were originally scheduled to spend the Chinese New Year with our piano teacher before breaking up. But on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, I was tricked by flatterers.
The piano teacher has changed places.
A highly confidential person like the piano teacher would change his place of residence every once in a while.
This is normal and common sense.
It's just that this time the change of residence was caused by a sycophant.
This *** saw us fighting fiercely with the piano teacher every day, and he was in danger of falling out of favor, so he decisively used the rules to drive Teng Laoshi and me away.
This made the piano teacher angry at the flatterer for the first time.
The fact is a foregone conclusion, Teng Laoshi and I have no choice but to leave.
Before leaving, the piano teacher ordered Teng Laoshi to hold back the flatterer and quietly stuffed an old-fashioned kraft paper envelope into my arms.
At first, I thought it was New Year's money given to us by the piano teacher, and didn't take it seriously. Just throw it in your backpack.
On the way to Yandu, I took a break and opened the envelope. I suddenly realized that it was a manuscript.
The content of the manuscript is a collection of the piano teacher’s lifelong efforts.
This manuscript is so precious that it cannot be exchanged for ten thousand pieces of money!
While I was accompanying Mr. Shi, I sorted out Mr. Shi's manuscripts, so I naturally knew how valuable this manuscript was.
There are unparalleled national scholars like Shi Lao and the piano teacher, they have completely achieved the point where the silkworms are still alive until they die.
At noon on the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, I successfully returned to Yandu and went to the courtyard first.
The alley in Fangzhou that used to be invisible to ghosts miraculously had three cars parked today.
As my car drove in, the whole alley immediately became congested.
A group of people were standing bored at the door of the dilapidated mail room, each looking uglier than the last.
More than thirty pairs of eyes stared coldly at a young man outside the century-old gate, full of disgust and indignation.
At this moment, the old phone in the mail room rang, and the young man answered the phone with his body straight and loudly. Turning around again, he immediately put on a domineering and arrogant look, and shouted something.
"Number seven!"
