Now that one-fifth of the twentieth century has passed, the earth is getting closer and closer under the bombardment of powerful ships and cannons, and is gradually moving closer to the "global village" of later generations.

Those big guys in Nei Mao are just cultivating in Maoshan, not in jail.

In Qin Yao's view, it was a very ordinary thing to join the world and practice Buddhism, and to study design, architecture, or even flower arrangement and develop new hobbies while traveling in the West.

After all, being old and living a long time does not mean that you will stick to the old habits and stick to the old habits.

"Why do you care so much? Don't act like a good boy just to get an advantage." Looking at the smile on his face and thinking of the favor he had extended, the old boss felt heartbroken at the loss and waved his hand.

Qin Yao shrugged, cupped his fists and said, "In that case, I'll say goodbye."

The old leader: "..."

Not long after.

Qin Yao flew down into the bamboo forest, shrunk to an inch, and arrived outside the hut in a few steps.

In the courtyard, the ghosts who gathered together to talk sensed his aura and stood up from their wooden chairs or stone benches, eagerly waiting.

Qin Yao stepped into the small courtyard, raised his left hand to the red and white demons, revealing a ring that emitted dark green light: "Go and see your new home."

The red and white evil spirits flew into the ring one after another with hundreds of evil spirits, and then there were faint shouts from inside the ring.

"I'll go in and have a look too."

Xiao Wenjun looked curious and quickly turned into a black light and rushed into the ring.

The next second, her voice of surprise rang out from the ring.

Qin Yao: "..."

"What kind of accommodation are you making such a fuss about?" Athena complained and said to Qin Yao, "I'm going to criticize her."

As soon as she finished speaking, she rushed into the ring.

"Are you going in?"

Seeing that she had lost her voice after rushing in, Qin Yao shook his head and raised his eyes to look at Miss Xiao Xia standing alone in front of the stone table.

"Can zombies also enter?" Xiao Xia was stunned.

Qin Yao stretched out his palm towards her and said with a smile: "You can do it anytime you want."

Xiaoxia was startled for a moment, then raised her white palm, gently held his big hand, and then disappeared in an instant surrounded by dark green halos.

Qin Yao cast his eyes on the ring and saw the red and white demons, Xiao Wenjun, Athena and other ghosts and gods walking through the rooms, comparing with each other and choosing the room he wanted.

Xiaoxia stood in front of a group of ordinary ghosts who had no right to speak, and quietly watched the girls choose.

"You should go and have a look too."

At this time, Qin Yao's voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

Xiaoxia nodded and slowly walked towards a room...

Half a month later.

Renjia Town, Yizhuang.

Qin Yao was playing chess with Ah Li in the pavilion. Nianying snuggled next to him, peeling nuts one by one, and raised her hand to feed him into his mouth.

The afternoon in early spring is no longer cold, the sun is very warm, the breeze is caressing, and the fragrance of flowers in the yard is floating, making people feel peaceful.

"Excuse me, Lin Fengjiao, is Master Lin here?" Not long after, when Qin Yao killed Ah Li's army, a fat man in a suit and glasses led a middle-aged uncle with a flat head, small eyes, and wrinkles on his face.

He walked into the yard and said with a smile on his face.

"Here it is, who are you?"

Qin Yao looked up and vaguely felt that the two people looked familiar, but he could not find the memory of meeting them in his mind.

"We are the heirs of the Maoshan Gambling School. My name is Zhu Xiangfen, and he is my third uncle, his name is Zhu Yunda." The little fat man said with a smile: "We represent the Maoshan Gambling School, and we made a special trip to Guangdong and Guangxi to visit Master Lin.

Uncle."

"Maoshan Gambling Skills, Zhu Xiangfen, Zhu Yunda..." Qin Yao raised his eyebrows, finally understanding why he looked familiar to them.

This is "Winning Money Expert"!

The little fat man looks like the director Wang Gan who has received mixed reviews, and the second uncle looks like the gold medal supporting actor Uncle Da. It is probably because the resemblance is not in appearance, but more in feeling and temperament, that is why he is so

Feeling familiar but unable to recognize the other person's identity.

"I am Qin Yao, the third disciple of Master Lin. Please wait here for a moment while I go to find the master for you." Qin Yao stood up from the stone bench and pulled Nianying to sit on the stone bench to take his place.

, immediately stood up and walked to the practice room.

"Maoshan gambling skills?"

After a while, Uncle Jiu, who was dressed in white cloth in the practice room, was slightly startled and asked in surprise: "Is there such a branch in Maoshan?"

"It is definitely not officially recognized." Qin Yao stood in front of him and responded: "It should be a certain Maoshan senior who came down from the mountain and combined Maoshan Taoism and gambling skills to create such a sect."

Uncle Jiu was speechless: "Gambling is a big taboo in Taoism, but you actually use Taoism to gamble and deceive people. It shows that you have evil intentions. It's better not to see such gambling people."

Qin Yao: "Although using Taoism to cheat is equivalent to cheating, defrauding bad people's money and defrauding good people's money are not the same concept. Master, I don't think they are bad people. They came here to visit and didn't even see them.

If we do, it would seem that we are too arrogant."

Uncle Jiu pondered for a moment, then pulled off the Taoist robe from the hanger and put it on his body, then walked out first: "Then let's meet and see what kind of medicine they sell in the gourd."

Shaoyan.

Uncle Jiu took Qin Yao back to the pavilion and said to the old man and the young man who were whispering: "I am Lin Fengjiao, are you looking for me?"

"Meet Uncle Master."

Zhu Xiangfen cupped his hands and said.

"Greetings to senior brother." Zhu Yunda took a step slowly and then saluted.

"Who is your master? You call me uncle?!" Uncle Jiu said to Zhu Xiangfen.

"My master is my father, Zhu Yunlin, who is the eighty-seventh generation descendant of Maoshan. He single-handedly established the Maoshan gambling discipline." Zhu Xiang said.

Uncle Jiu recalled it carefully and found that he had no memory of the name Zhu Yunlin, so he asked, "Where did you come from?"

Zhu Xiangfen: "Hong Kong Island."

Uncle Jiu slowly narrowed his eyes and said, "This distance is not close. You came all the way to visit me. What do you want?"

The two looked at each other, Zhu Yunda nodded to Zhu Xiangfen, and the latter just said: "We are here to ask our uncle for help and save my second uncle."

Uncle Jiu: "Who asked you to come?"

"My second uncle asked us to come."

Zhu Xiangfen explained: "Two years ago, my father disappeared for no reason after a huge gamble. My second uncle left home and searched for him for two years, but to no avail.

A few days ago, we received a letter from my second uncle. The letter said that he encountered some troubles during the investigation and that we would be in danger. Once we sense something is wrong, we should leave Hong Kong immediately and come to Fucheng to ask for your help."

"What's your second uncle's name?" Uncle Jiu asked.

"Zhu Yunjun."

Uncle Jiu was also unfamiliar with this name. He turned to look at Qin Yao: "What do you think?"

At this time, Qin Yao was still surprised by the disappearance of his "second uncle". Hearing this, he said: "Master, there is nothing going on in Renjia Town recently. Why don't we go to Hong Kong Island for a walk and see if we can help them and do something?"

Good deeds.”

Zhu Xiangfen was overjoyed and said quickly: "Don't worry, you two, our Zhu family will take care of all the expenses on the way back and forth, as well as your food, clothing, housing and transportation on Hong Kong Island. We will definitely make you eat, play and live happily."

"Little fat boy, you are very smart."

Qin Yao chuckled.

Zhu Xiangfen: “This is what we should do.”

"Then if I bring two more people, you won't refuse, right?" Qin Yao said.

"No, no," Zhu Xiangfen said, "We would be very grateful if you are willing to help our Zhu family."

Qin Yao chuckled and turned to look at Zhu Yunda: "Why didn't Uncle Da say a word?"

"There was something wrong with his flying head technique. He couldn't breathe when he spoke." Zhu Xiangfen said helplessly.

Qin Yao: "..."

He remembered that Uncle Da had turned his head upside down once in the original work, but he didn't expect that the other party would be so outrageous in reality.

"It's both a gambling skill and a flying head skill. Why do you guys in this sect love to delve into such heretical skills?" Uncle Jiu was speechless and couldn't help but ask.

Zhu Xiangfen was a little embarrassed and smiled bitterly.

Qin Yao came to Zhu Yunda and put his hand on his neck. A beam of white light burst out from his palm and disappeared into the red thin line in the middle of the other person's neck. Then the thin line disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You can speak now." Seeing this scene, Qin Yao silently retracted his palm.

"Ah, ah..."

Uncle Da shouted carefully twice. After he found that there was no suffocation, he immediately relaxed and complained: "Oh my god, it's killing me. It's the first time I know that I can't speak, which is more uncomfortable than not being able to make love."

Qin Yao: "..."
To be continued...