Harry Potter: Hello the Dark Lord

"You won't tell me what happened to Niubi if you don't take the route number?"

"Don't tell~" Monk Buwen ate a mouthful of oily ham, his mouth full of grease, and a smile on his face.

Qin Weijie was extremely annoyed by being forced to, so he decided to take a random Taoist number: "God bald donkey! My Taoist name is dry bald donkey!"

At this time, Qin Weijie didn't give any respect to the monk, and pointed at the monk and scolded the bald donkey. This was no longer referring to Sang and scolding Huai, but blatantly scolding.

Qin Weijie usually advertises civilized tips, but today is so disrespectful, but I think this guy is very angry at the monk who doesn't ask.

Qin Weijie thought that the monk Buwen would be furious because of this, but he didn't expect that the monk Buwen still held the ham and ate two mouthfuls, and then looked at Qin Weijie with a smile on his face, as if asking; Yet?"

He hated the feeling of hitting the cotton the most. Seeing that the monk didn't feel pain or itch, Qin Weijie was even more anxious.

Qin Weijie and monk Buwen didn't speak, and Buwen Sanren, who had been silent for a long time, frowned and said, "Maliepi! You idiot! Come on! (Damn, you fool, come on!) "

As he spoke, Bu Wen Sanren waved his hand and slapped Qin Weijie.

This palm seemed to be soft, but when the palm hit Qin Weijie's body, Qin Weijie flew out backwards, leaping over three trenches before stopping.

He slammed into the dirt wall of another trench, and a mouthful of blood stagnated in his chest spurted out. Qin Weijie suddenly felt his body shake and relax.

"I'm waking up and shaking my physique?"

Qin Weijie patted the soil on his body, crawled back to the previous trench, and returned to the two of them again.

Don't ask the monk, "How is it?"

"The clogged blood was vomited out..."

"That's very good... Let's go on, give yourself a nice name, such as Juhua Jushi, Hongchen Sanren, Xiaoyaoshanren..." Monk Buwen smiled and helped Qin Weijie to name him.

Qin Weijie's face is turning green now, the name you chose is really awesome, a flower picker? Red dust scattered people? Happy Mountain People? Nima didn't even recognize that he was directly called the flower-picking thief or the rogue of the world.

Why does the name of the monk always sound like he often goes in and out of romantic occasions. Could it be that the monk has not only broken the meat ring, but is also a flower monk?

Although it was unclear what medicine Buwen monk and Buwen Sanren were selling in the gourd, but from the painstaking efforts of the two to help themselves recover from their internal injuries, it could be seen that the two should have no ill will towards their own.

Just choose a Taoist number, otherwise these two guys will definitely not tell their old man about the situation.

Qin Weijie lowered his head and thought for a while, then said: "Otherwise, I'll name it 'Wotian'. It's a domineering name and catchy..."

Monk Buwen frowned, "I'm afraid I'm a bit taboo. After all, it's a bit arrogant to dare to say the word lying in the sky!"

"Hey, monk, do you still care about this? You are also a guy with no taboos, how can there be so many taboos! If you can work together, you can say it's a code name!"

Qin Weijie said, but he was actually teasing secretly in his heart. Tom may have a nickname called Voldemort in the future.

Actually, if it wasn't for the fear of failing the trial, I really wanted to call myself 'Fuck'.

Don't ask the monk: "Okay, that's it, blind man, what do you think?"

"Nonsense!" Bu Wen Sanren scolded a little unhappily, but he admitted it in disguise.

"In that case, let's start!" Monk Buwen nodded, put the ham in his hand aside, then got up with Buwen Sanren and approached Qin Weijie step by step.

"I'm going! What are you going to do? I'll call you one step further, I'm really calling someone!" Qin Weijie was a little flustered when he looked at the two who were approaching him with a bad face.

The two of them didn't discuss with Qin Weijie at this time, they saw that the monk walked forward, pulled Qin Weijie's clothes off, and left him shirtless. Hang the golden bowl directly above Qin Weijie's head.

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With the golden bowl hanging above his head, Qin Weijie instantly felt that his body could not move, as if someone had attached a talisman.

"Hey! Don't worry about it! It's winter, you let me freeze before the old wounds heal! What are you doing!" Although Qin Weijie couldn't move, the broken mouth was still not sealed, so he opened his mouth and asked.

Monk Buwen smiled and forcibly straightened Qin Weijie's body, making him sit cross-legged and meditating: "Keep the precepts!"

Qin Weijie wanted to interrupt, but if he didn't ask the monk, he was probably annoyed by Qin Weijie's broken mouth. He picked up the ham on the side and stuffed it directly into Qin Weijie's mouth.

At this moment, the Buwen Sanren behind Qin Weijie finally moved. The Buwen Sanren held a wolf brush, stained with scarlet cinnabar, and drew on Qin Weijie's back. Qin Weijie couldn't see what he drew, so he had to let him go. painted.

Bu Wen San Ren is obviously not good at words, he has done the hard work himself, and he does not ask the monks for all the work of speaking:

"Xuanfa, Qiyuan at the age of nine, keeping the precepts for twelve, righteous thoughts on fifteenth, and conferring seals on the eighteenth. The master you didn't hear three years ago... that is, your master helped you to enlighten the source, and now your master has emerged to prove the Tao and die. I specially instructed the poor monk and the duo to keep the precepts for you when you were twelve years old."

"There are nine precepts in Daomen Tianshi Dao: do nothing, do soft and weak, do femininity, do nameless, do quiet, do good things, do without desire, do with enough knowledge, and do push and yield. All of you have left the profound altar, and you should keep these nine precepts from now on. Today, I am entrusted to keep the precepts for you, I hope you will not let your master’s hard work…”

Qin Weijie didn't react as soon as the voice fell, and he only felt a burning sensation on his back, and a clear stream poured into his brows. The next second, his consciousness seemed to fall into a cool and comfortable pool, and he lost consciousness in a daze.

When Qin Weijie opened his eyes again, he only felt relieved. Last night, the physical damage caused by forcibly driving the magic power, Xuan Qi, and the power of death seemed to be half healed. The body seemed to have undergone a transformation, and there was no improvement in perception. There is a mysterious and mysterious feeling.

"What about the magic world? Why is it so mysterious..." Qin Weijie woke up leisurely and murmured.

"Hehe~ Blind man, wake up, wake up!" Monk Buwen hurriedly greeted Buwen Sanren, who was cold-faced and silent.

Qin Weijie looked at the two of them and frowned slightly: "How on earth did my master die!? The old man's nose is definitely not simple, how could he just die for no reason!?"

The monk Buwen looked at the Sanren, and the Sanren did not speak, but nodded, and the monk said slowly after seeing this: "At the beginning of last year, the Jinling City was destroyed, and you should have heard of the Japanese invaders massacre the city, right? ?"

Qin Weijie clenched his fists: "Jinling City is broken, and the Japanese aggressors have committed countless crimes! I just wish I could kill a few devils to serve the country!!"

"Haha, as expected! It's a **** man..." Monk Buwen laughed, but there were some traces of sadness in his voice, which formed a great contrast to his usual giggling personality.

"With a handle, don't fight! (With a handle, no problem! Bu Wen San Ren also fits the sentence.

The monk Buwen continued: "The city of Jinling was destroyed, the Japanese invaders slaughtered the city, the whole country in China was shocked, and all the scholars of Xuanxiu went down the mountain to save the country and gathered at the Zijin Mountain in Jinling. Your master and his disciples went there.

In March of the massacre, the righteous Xuanxiu fought to the death to rescue the innocent, but he encountered the Onmyoji of the Rising Sun Empire, Shinto Ghosts, ninjas, and wizards. Demons, we are not defeated by those demons who steal skills, but by the progress of civilization.

In order to save the people, the real person Ziyao of the Taoist School of the Heavens of Heaven uses his body to block the machine gun... Master Jinxin of the Golden Buddha Temple blew up the enemy's ammunition depot and finally did not come out...

Mr. Rulin Qixian is famous for his soft-naturedness in the arena, and he was hard-hearted for a while. On that day, I watched him lift the three-footed Qingfeng sword and chanted 'kill a person in ten steps, without leaving a thousand miles' and enter. In the enemy formation, seventeen people were killed in a row, and they were martyred by their own bodies. When they died, they were still looking up to the sky and shouting, 'Whoever said that I am a Confucian scholar is useless, it can be seen that my Confucian school also has a ranger's heart! ’…

In the Zhonghua Sect, the poor monk also saw a loose cultivator who had no sect and sect. The poor monk still does not know his name. He only remembers that the boy held a silver gun that day. He even killed seven people and was seriously injured. He vowed to die with a gun. Standing up and saying, 'If you die and turn into a ghost, you will have to eat your flesh and blood' so that dozens of Japanese bandits dare not come forward..."

While talking, the monk Buwen burst into tears.

Qin Weijie also clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails sinking into his flesh, his eyes were red and he took a deep breath. He pretended to be innocent and asked, "Where's the old cow's nose? Don't you embarrass me! Can you die heroically?"

"The real person is called a hero, because all three disciples died in battle, and the real person's heart was ashes, burning with anger. On the gate of Jinling City, there was a big book with a line of blood inscriptions 'kill a thief every day, blood sacrifice to the dead', and then one person one Sword, hidden in the dark, for half a month, every day, the head of the Japanese bandit commander, every day on the city gate will add a head, scaring the Japanese bandit commander to dare not go out.

In the end, the Japanese invaders were frightened and organized seventeen true onmyoji masters, bringing hundreds of gods and ghosts, plus seven Shinto ghosts and three shadow-level ninjas to ambush your master~www.wuxiamtl.com~ On that day, the real person knew it was Ambush, still determined to die, leaving only one sentence before leaving

'Today, I cut off the Xuanmen cultivator and damaged the foundation of my profound way. A hundred years ago, the old ancestors were fascinated and taught such a bunch of beasts. Today, the old man will clear the door for the ancestors. The Chinese things passed down by the ancestors, today Then return it to Huaxia on my Chinese land! ’

There was no one to witness the **** battle that day, only that there was no one out of the Bieyuan that ambush the real person since that day. Three days later, someone entered Bieyuan, and when they returned, they only said, "Just like Abi hell, no one survives." "

"Hahaha! Awesome! The old man's nose is really capable! It's a good kill! Kill him in a daze! It's a beautiful kill!" Qin Weijie turned to look up at the sky and laughed very happily, but he didn't ask the monk, but he clearly saw that Qin Weijie On the side of the face, the line of clear tears is like a clear spring:

"Hahaha, the old man's nose is awesome! It's not ashamed! If you die, you will die, and you will become an immortal! I will not think about it in the future! The two masters are entrusted by Niubi, and they have completed their tasks perfectly... It's a pity, the boy doesn't I have a good chance. Some time ago, I broke down with my rich grandfather, and there is no good gift for the two of you. If you have a chance to see you again in the future, the boy will thank you. I'm still sleepy before I know it. "

As he said that, Qin Weijie walked towards the distance, leaving only a back that pretended to be strong.

Returning to the bunker, Qin Weijie locked the door tightly, wept for several days, did not eat or drink, and when he left the door after seven days, his body was emaciated like a haggard, his eyes were blood red, and two tears of blood had frozen on his cheeks. superior……

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