"Serve you as the Lord, drive for you, be your general, be your evil dog, do evil ...... for you"

The last sentence of the middle-aged man completely stunned Liu Shiba.

What is this? Evil for me? Vicious dog?

I already have an old black vicious dog, isn't it enough?

As soon as Liu Eighteen thought of the vicious dog, Lao Hei's hair stood upside down, and he stood up with a roar, glaring at the seven men and two women in front of him.

The middle-aged man turned his head in surprise, cold electricity shot out of his eyes, he glanced at Lao Hei in surprise, and couldn't help but praise:

"What a monster! It's an evolved mountain ghost, it's amazing......"

"Roar!"

A low roar erupted, shaking the void......

At this time, among the seven men and two women, one standing in the fourth place from left to right had a square face, his eyes were blazing, and his face was full of anger, and the young man in his twenties slowly took a step forward, staring at Lao Hei and letting out a low roar.

He has always been not afraid of the sky and the earth, and the fierce old black is like a mouse seeing a cat, his golden eyes suddenly dimmed, and he hid behind Liu Shibai with his tail between his legs......

Liu Eighteen couldn't help but be shocked, and looked at the trembling old black stupidly.

Lao Hei's courage and fearlessness, especially in the Qinling Underground Palace, the scene of impacting the man-eating rat swarm, I don't know how many people were shocked back then.

But now, this old black?

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, patted the young man's shoulder, and said softly:

"Enough is enough!"

The young man nodded, looked sideways at Liu Shiba, and then made a bowing motion before slowly retreating.

The middle-aged man straightened the torn cotton jacket on his body, took out a pack of swimming brand mouthless cigarettes from his pocket, reached out and pulled out one, put it to his lips and lit it, and looked up to the sky and spit out a puff of green smoke......

When Liu Eighteen saw it, the vigilance and fear in his body disappeared instantly, and he smiled lightly:

"It's not a good habit to eat alone, isn't it for me and my two companions, one for each of us?"

The middle-aged man didn't seem to be surprised, and without looking back, he threw half a pack of swimming cards in his hand to Liu Shibai.

Four people, each with a stuffy bag and an old swim without cigarette butts, the mellow smell of tobacco permeated the dark underground fortress.

"I'm done smoking, answer my question! Otherwise, there's no place to die......

"Phew!"

The middle-aged man extinguished the cigarette butt on the ground, and then his throat moved, and a mouthful of thick phlegm with yellow and green flew down on the corner of the wall......

"Goo-dong!"

Seeing the action of dropping the scum, Liu Shiba's throat couldn't help but squirm a few times, and he said:

"Haven't asked yet, uncle's surname?"

The middle-aged man frowned when he heard this, looked up at Cao Xiong, who was talking softly to Qin Da, and turned his head and said:

"I said, explain the meaning of these three words Liu Eighteen, otherwise you will be killed!"

Liu Shibai gritted his teeth, feeling a strong pressure rushing towards him, he couldn't help but take a few steps back, but in the middle of his mind, he roared angrily in his heart, and a breath of luck and fate flowed through his legs, and he tightened his horse steps and did not retreat a single step!

"I was asking for advice from the beginning, uncle's surname! If you don't answer positively, Liu Shibai has nothing to say.

You have your persistence, I have my principles! Persistence or principles will always be compromised, let's try to see who speaks first......"

Liu Shiba's bones were chaotic, he straightened his waist, and replied sharply.

This is the arrogance of the Liu family, this is the captain of the touching gold, this is the tomb robber, if you don't accept it, you would rather die than bow your head!

The middle-aged man looked at Liu Shibai quietly, couldn't help but smile dumbly, and said softly:

"Sure enough, it's his descendant, just as stubborn as him, okay!

The seven sons and two daughters behind him are my nine children, and my Jing family has been in a single line since a long time ago, and it has come to an abrupt end in my generation......"

Liu Shibai listened quietly, but his mind was collecting all the information about this surname.

What I learned on weekdays, there is no trace of the surname Jing, and there are only two people, who seem to be acquainted.

These two people are called Jing Tian and Jing Gangshan, they seem to be movie stars of a certain film company in China, there is no big name, and the type of small name is off the charts.

Faintly, Liu Shibai seemed to feel that he had forgotten something, and then a flash of excitement in his mind......

He remembered that his grandfather Liu Yi left a scroll of codex, in which there was a separate secret scroll interpretation, called: The Yellow Emperor's Tomb Keeper.

"You are the direct bloodline of the Yellow Emperor in the two emperors of Yan and Huang, and the last vein in the pictogram of the surnames of the three generations of Huang, Mi and Jing.

A scene, a reflection, a little eye? The theoretical master in the dragon search points on the rivers and lakes, Jing Se?

The middle-aged man did not nod or shake his head, but said coldly:

"Liu Eighteen, what do you mean by three words?"

Liu Eighteen's teeth hurt, and he secretly said that this Jing family is indeed the direct bloodline of the emperor of Huaxia.

After clearing his throat, Liu Shibai secretly swept over some codex left by his grandfather with his mind, and all kinds of thoughts came to his mind, and he explained softly:

"In fact, according to the ranking, my real name should be Liu Wu, and before me, I had grandfather Liu Yi, uncle Liu Er, father Liu San, and eldest brother Liu Si.

But my name is Liu Eighteen, but I have far-reaching intentions, and I actually represent the eighteenth realm of the ten cultivations in the world.

The eighteen realms are subdivided into three six and eighteen, divided into six roots, six dusts, and six senses.

The so-called "eighteen" in this name refers to the "eighteen realms", namely: six roots, six dusts, and six consciousnesses.

The six roots are divided into: the eye, the ear, the nose, the tongue, the body, and the mind;

The six dusts are divided into: color dust, sound dust, fragrance dust, taste dust, touch dust, and law dust;

The six senses are divided into: eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, and consciousness. ”

Seeing that Liu Eighteen explained the Eighteen Realms thoroughly, the middle-aged man Jing Se nodded secretly and chuckled:

"Sure enough, after touching the golden captain, you have to understand that the comprehension of these eighteen realms is closely related to your ten cultivation and eight sects.

In particular, the key to breaking through the last five layers of constraints, you should not take it lightly, you must know that the six consciousnesses of human beings are the root ...... of the six bodies."

Liu Shibai listened quietly, and finally bowed deeply and said respectfully:

"Thank you for your teachings. ”

Then, Liu Eighteen turned around and said suspiciously:

"Are you from the 19th century, the 70s?"

Jing Se's eyes closed when he heard this, and he sighed and said:

"Actually, not only my ninth son will follow you in the future, but the hundreds of villagers behind me are afraid that they will also follow you to eat. ”

Speaking of this, Jing Se paused, blushed and said:

"We don't know that the Jing clan ancestral hall has such a mysterious place.

When he came in, he thought that there was an enemy invasion, so according to the ancestral teachings, he would rather die than leave a way to retreat, so he blew up the way to retreat.

We are following you to the death, in fact, we are afraid that we will not find a way out! I don't know, can you take us out......"

When Liu Shibai heard this, his back was cold, and then he exhaled!

These people are strong, there are 200 people anyway, in order to consolidate their position in the future, is it not a brain fragment to try?

I guess Cao Xiong, half a century later, will also strongly support this idea, right?

Thinking of this, Liu Eighteen's gaze looked at Cao Xiong, a middle-aged man who was talking to Qin Da in a low voice with a solemn face......

Cao Xiong's eyes flashed with shock, a faint trace of sadness, and a unique joy......

Who wouldn't like to be resurrected from the dead?

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