Volume 1 In 2007, I Was Sucked With Golden Silkworm Gu by Grandma Chapter 9 Father Huang Makes an Ap
I have always believed that Duoduo was a smart child.
This impression probably comes from her being sensible and well-behaved. However, after I explained and trained her for about two hours, I realized that this doll is really a little fool with dazed eyes.
Oh my God, this is a sign that the earth soul has been recalled and the consciousness has returned to normal!
If it were before, wouldn't it be even more confusing?
Looking at the ethereal chapter of "The True Explanation of the Ghost Path", there are more than 2,320 words in total. Excluding the function words "Zhi Hu Zhe Ye", there are more than 2,000 words of cultivation methods, and there are corresponding cultivation methods for the six hours of the night.
Methods, routes of qi movement. Step by step, either facing the moon or starlight, using the power of distant stars to absorb the light energy from countless light years away, to achieve the purpose of tempering the body; radical, or taking pills
Medicine, or directly sucking the souls of living people and animals to strengthen your own soul...
I have long been familiar with these things, and I am afraid that if I could transform into a ghost, I would be able to pick them up and practice them without any hesitation.
However, although Duoduo went to kindergarten, knew some words, and could draw a duck, an elephant, etc., it was obviously unrealistic for her to understand the principles of the cultivation method. She died as a ghost, but her knowledge did not also gain the butterfly.
Change, what it was like before, now I'm afraid it can only be a step back, with no possibility of transcendence. After countless attempts, I finally gave up the expectation that "my family Duoduo is a genius" and understood that this matter of cultivating the true meaning of the ghost way is not
To be able to achieve it overnight, you still need to practice hard with water and teach it carefully.
At one o'clock in the morning, I was still teaching Duoduo to stammer the scriptures. Xiaojing, the cousin next door, couldn't stand it anymore and knocked on my door and said, "Brother Zuo, what's the matter with you?" She kept mumbling all night.
Are you still letting people sleep?
Only then did I remember that the soundproofing in the room was not very good. I was afraid that Xiaojing might have heard something because of all my troubles. She even said, "I'm sorry, I'm talking in my sleep." After saying this, I was furious
I glared at Duoduo, who sat down on the window sill with her legs crossed, then looked at the half-moon in the sky and breathed in. I grabbed the fat insect that flew by and told it to give it a great and glorious life.
My task is to supervise Huang Duoduo’s study and not to be lazy or slippery.
If she doesn't insist on doing it, tell me and I'll punish her.
After receiving the order, the fat bug flew to Duoduo's side, clinging to the frosted glass of the window, squirming, and his black bean eyes were filled with anticipation.
I turned off the light and took a deep breath. Damn it, being a preschool teacher is so tiring!
Because I was worried about Duoduo, I woke up at five o'clock in the morning. I saw the almost transparent Duoduo still sitting in the void on the window sill, with a vague outline. I clasped my little hands on my chest and vomited at the moon that had disappeared into darkness on the horizon.
Taking in the breath. She was obviously not in trance. As soon as I walked over, she opened her eyes and looked at me with her bright black eyes, pouting her little mouth, unhappy. I felt soft and picked her up, and she pulled me
Hair, complaining about me, saying that meditating is not fun at all, it’s so exhausting.
I feel melancholy in my heart. Duoduo loves to play by nature. It is really a headache to teach this little stupid girl to understand the meaning of hard work! By the way, how did my previous teacher teach me the interest in reading?
If we look for the Golden Silkworm Gu again, this piece of shit has already disappeared.
Due to my inaction, its offal dog belly was always empty. Apart from Erguotou mixed with offal, I really didn’t have any good food to deal with this foodie, so I allowed it to move freely and fly out to find food on its own.
The food he eats is all pickled food, so I made three stipulations with him: first, he must not disturb others and leave the head and tail behind; second, he must not leave any poisonous poison behind, causing harm to others; third, he must not bring the food back, and when he comes back,
To maintain good personal hygiene, you should at least roll it in soapy water for three rounds so that there is no odor.
The trial method was quite good. In the end, the guy didn't starve to death. However, without restricting food, the little guy became fatter and fatter. When he came home at night every day, he was always so stretched that he couldn't fly and squirmed with difficulty.
But fortunately, it has been promoted to a semi-spirit, and I have forced it to change the habit of going home.
Although sometimes it is still used to...
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In the early morning, I got up early to practice the methods mentioned in the "Twelve Techniques for Suppressing the Mountains". This method is a set of boxing, but unlike ordinary boxing, there is no fixed routine. It can only stretch and exercise the tendons.
The bones are similar to modern yoga. After doing this, your whole body will be covered in stinky sweat.
I have to be more diligent, because after experiencing so many things, I discovered a very serious problem. That is, although I am stronger than ordinary people and my skills are agile, I am still not strong enough to face the practitioners.
I was thinking about a question, should I find a martial arts school or a master and learn it systematically, so as not to have similar things happen again in the future and be helpless. However, how can it be so easy? We don’t practice martial arts in this area.
The farmers who dug their way into the soil and the heroes who cut paths in the early years were all given dictatorships after liberation, and the fine tradition of rushing to power has not been passed down.
If you want to learn, you have to go to a martial arts gym in a first-tier city, or... a Shaolin Temple or something like that?
But allow me to venture, after the famous CEO Abbot Mr. Liu Yingcheng (the name is not explained) of the Shaolin Temple was entrusted by the organization to take over the temple, apart from the embroidery, is there any real "national martial arts"?
Well, actually there is, and we will have a chance to talk about this later.
At about ten o'clock in the morning, I received a strange call from a number in the provincial capital city. When I answered, it turned out to be Huang Fei's father. The content of the call was very simple. He invited me to XX Cafe in the county seat to talk about something. I quickly agreed.
, hung up the phone respectfully. According to the routines of those TV dramas about marriage and love, I can guess that this is a scene similar to parents meeting to persuade flies.
It's old-fashioned, but sometimes it works.
I came to the street. The small county town is not big, so I walked slowly. When I walked near the cafe, a group of people came in front of me. When I passed by, the leader suddenly stopped me.
In front of me, there was a lot of sadness on my forehead. I was startled by this stop. I thought it was an acquaintance or an old classmate, but I didn't expect it was a young man I had never met before, with an arrogant and frivolous face.
This young man was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was at his most unscrupulous age. He grabbed my clothes and cursed me with all kinds of obscenities.
Only when people on the left and right gathered around did I see clearly that this was the young man I kicked away the night before.
At that time, he was afraid of the arrival of the police, so he ran away in panic. After he returned, he must have been teased by his companions. When we met this time, he probably wanted to regain his place. I saw someone in this group wearing the blue uniform of the county vocational high school.
I knew he must be a student there, a gangster. Ever since I was a student, students in vocational high schools have a reputation for being aggressive, impulsive, and not afraid of blood. Because they are ignorant, they are the most dangerous.
I had no intention of fighting with these young people. He stopped me and pulled my clothes, but I just let him pull me and looked at him calmly. Let's be honest, what do you want?
He looked at me sideways and said that he wouldn't embarrass me and apologized. Then he would set up a table of wine at the Shanjiang Hotel and give his buddy a big red envelope. I laughed, reached over, held his hand and grabbed my clothes.
His hands tightened like iron hoops. He screamed, tears bursting out of his eyes, and called for people to swarm up and beat me.
I turned my head suddenly and glared at these young people who were eager to try, and the anger in my heart burst out in an instant.
Maybe my eyes were too fierce, or maybe my face was too fierce, but no one dared to come forward.
I turned around, stared at this young man, stared at it, and said word by word: "Maybe your world is too narrow, so the things you see are only from TV and novels. There are many things that you don't listen to, smell, or understand."
Xiao Xiao, I feel that the world is only so big, and you are the center of the world. But kid, to be honest, there are many people in this world that you cannot afford to offend! I want you to die, but it will only take a matter of minutes.
Your parents raised you so much because they wanted you to take care of you until you die, not to hold a funeral for you. You must know how to be restrained as a person, otherwise, you will die without knowing how... Can you understand what I say?"
He scratched his head and pretended not to know, like a fool.
I raised my hand to give him a slap. The slap was loud and crisp, and he was stunned for a moment. In the critical situation yesterday, he actually saw what I commanded the golden silkworm Gu. However, this young man is reckless and bold.
He stubbornly pretended not to see it. I slapped him several times in succession until his face was swollen, red and blue. He tried to resist, but I choked him to stop him.
The young man next to me was ready to make a move, but I was a head taller than them, and my attacks were ruthless. No one dared to attack me on the street. I grabbed this kid and asked him if he was sensible?
He was silent for a while and honestly understood, I'm sorry.
At this time, a black Audi parked next to me. The window on the back seat opened, half of his face was exposed, and he called me Lu Zuo, get in the car. It was Huang Fei's father. I responded and let go.
He left these unlucky children and got in the car. Huang Fei’s father asked me why he started making trouble with these children? I explained the reason and then said that children at this time are most likely to have angry thoughts and think that they are
I am the best in the world. If I don't suffer any setbacks, what will happen in the future? Maybe I will do some bad things.
Huang Fei's father smiled and said that what I did was wrong after all.
I didn't dare to argue with him, so I nodded and said yes.
When we arrived at the cafe, we went in, found a secluded corner to sit down, and each ordered a cup of hot coffee. Huang Fei’s father told me straight to the point, saying that he actually understood my situation, and he also heard from his brother Huang Jianshe
(Huang Laoya) mentioned that he knew my true identity. It stands to reason that he would respect people like me who have real abilities. However, as a father, he does not want his daughter to marry such a person.
A man who just wanders around in the world without a serious career is unsettled and worried too much.
I said that I was not a professional charlatan, I only helped out occasionally, and I would still use my capital to start a small business to support myself.
Huang Fei's father took a sip of coffee, raised his head and said, Lu Zuo, do you think I don't know the three fates of people who raise poison?
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