Chapter 497 Literary Qiu Sheng is dissatisfied (Thank you Lang Muxi for beating me)
Why did you hit me?
Since it is given to the master, it is not wrong for me to take it over, right?
Wencai's face turned the color of bitter melon.
Jing Zhou couldn't stop laughing when he saw it.
People always have to live, and it’s okay to be a licker when necessary. Unfortunately, Wen Cai was born more than a hundred years ago and doesn’t understand this truth. It’s natural to eat fried meat with bamboo shoots every day.
Others only flatter horses occasionally and slap them on the hooves, but Wen Cai doesn't even know what flattery is.
Poor baby!
"There are no rules!" Uncle Jiu glared at Wen Cai, "What are you doing here? Why don't you prepare another bowl?"
In this era, it is important to have separate tables for men and women when eating.
Xiaohong carried a meal alone and delivered it to Mrs. Zhang's room.
So at this time, there were four people sitting in front of the dinner table.
Well, there is also a fox.
Of course the fox was lying in Jingzhou's arms, not sitting.
Wencai swallowed his saliva, and the saliva dripped onto the table unconsciously. A plate of roast chicken and a plate of beef in front of him were so tempting.
The last time he ate meat was on his master’s birthday!
Uncle Jiu cleared his throat and said, "Let's eat!"
The next moment, while a pair of fast men picked up a chicken leg, a bowl-sized bun fell into Uncle Jiu's hands.
The wind and the remaining clouds were rolling, and it was extremely turbulent.
With four eyes following closely, he knocked Wencai's kuaizi open, and a large piece of beef fell into the bowl in front of him.
Wencai complained and moved towards another chicken leg.
Then another pair of tachyons appeared in front of him, it was Uncle Jiu.
Wencai:……
In an instant, people were coming and going on the same table, and quick shadows appeared one after another.
Finally, Wencai picked up a bun and bit it hard.
For a moment, Wen Cai wanted to cry.
These buns are not stuffed with radish or cabbage.
It turned out to be a meat bun!
It’s stuffed with pork and green onions!
Jing Zhou secretly felt lucky that he had had breakfast.
The speed at which he eats is really scary. It is hard to describe it like a wolf or a tiger.
In just a moment, the table was cleared of food.
Wencai finished the last bite of the bun, glanced at Jingzhou resentfully, and said, "Didn't your master teach you to buy more food and give more gifts?"
"Huh?" Uncle Jiu frowned and glared at Wencai.
Wencai shut up immediately.
He was still very afraid of his master.
One roast chicken, two kilograms of beef, and two large cages of steamed buns, this was not enough for three people!
This amount of food really refreshed Jing Zhou’s understanding!
After taking a short break after the meal, Wencai cleared the table, made a pot of tea, and everyone sat together and chatted.
Uncle Jiu took a sip of tea and said, "I have read A Bao's letter, and I would like to thank my little brother for his help in Shijia Town."
Offer to help?
What words did you say?
Is it awesome?
Wencai wanted to interject again, but when he saw Uncle Jiu's cold eyes, he suddenly froze again.
Jingzhou smiled and said, "It's just a small matter. I would like to thank Uncle Jiu for settling Auntie Zhang."
Simu held his stomach with both hands and exhaled one after another, with a look of satisfaction on his face.
After more than ten years of chasing corpses, he had never eaten so much at Uncle Jiu's Yizhuang!
Two words: comfortable!
Uncle Jiu waved his hand, said politely, and then said: "I heard from Si Mu that this little brother has no family and no sect, so he can practice alone?"
Jingzhou nodded.
"That little brother is really lucky." Uncle Jiu sighed, remembering that when he went to Maoshan to learn Taoism, if his master hadn't been there to protect him, he wouldn't have been able to pass the first level.
If the Taoist scriptures are not taught by a teacher, then one’s practice will be ungrateful.
The "Shangqing Dadong Sutra" practiced by Uncle Jiu is subtle and profound, and it is difficult to understand. It is very particular about how to break up sentences and how to pause. Without the guidance of the master, it is very easy to make mistakes.
Even the spells and spells in Maoshan Shu have many taboos in them and cannot be read casually. Otherwise, not only will they not be effective, but they may also bring trouble to themselves.
Therefore, without the guidance of a master, practicing sutras, precepts, and talismans indiscriminately is a great prohibition.
"Could it be that this little brother's injury is a result of his martial arts training?" Uncle Jiu thought to himself, after all, anyone with a clear eye could see Jingzhou's physical weakness.
Four eyes nodded at the side, and he understood this deeply.
Uncle Jiu finally couldn't hold it back and asked, "Is this injury, little brother, caused by practicing martial arts?"
As someone who has experienced it, Uncle Jiu knows the dangers involved. If this is the case, he needs to give the person in front of him a head start to prevent him from losing his life.
Jing Zhou smiled bitterly and nodded.
It's really hard to explain his injuries. Could it be that he can travel through time and all his cultivation was absorbed by the jade pendant?
It is estimated that Fourth Eyes and Uncle Jiu will arrest him on the spot and study him carefully.
At this time, Uncle Jiu was making up his own mind, which saved him an explanation.
Uncle Jiu's voice rose an octave: "Little brother, do you know the dangers of doing this? With your injury, if you continue to practice, you will very likely die!"
Jingzhou knew that Uncle Jiu cared about him, so he sighed: "Famous teachers are hard to find, and people's hearts are sinister. It's all a helpless move..."
Having said this, he did not say any more, but both Jiu Shu and Si Mu were old men, so how could they not understand the meaning of Jing Zhou's words.
Jing Zhou pretended to feel it in his arms, took out a piece of silk, and said, "Uncle Jiu, Taoist Master Four Eyes, please take a look. This is the technique I practice."
On this silk was naturally the corpse poison technique given to him by the corpse exorcist demon, but only part of it.
Uncle Jiu hesitated for a moment. Although it was inappropriate to look at his martial arts at random, considering the injury of the man in front of him, he took the silk. After all, he had been practicing Taoism for many years, and maybe with his knowledge, he could give some guidance.
A few words to this man to prevent him from taking another detour.
Uncle Jiu glanced at it twice and handed it to Si Mu.
"This...this is a seal character!" Simu shouted.
"What is zhuanzi?"
"Could it be a word that spins in circles?"
Literary talent is smashing it, I think this word change is really strange!
Based on his knowledge, this was the first time he heard of it!
Uncle Jiu blushed and stared at Wencai, who was so frightened that Wencai quickly closed his mouth.
Wen Cai felt that for a moment, his young heart was severely hit.
Isn't it just a word change?
What's so great about it?
Haven't you told anyone yet?
After looking at it for a few times, he threw the silk in front of Uncle Jiu. He could only understand part of the words on it, and for the part he could understand, the words together were so obscure and difficult that it gave people a headache to read.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Little brother is really amazing!" Uncle Jiu praised him from the bottom of his heart. This practice did not kill anyone. In Uncle Jiu's opinion, this
It’s no longer a matter of fate, it’s a matter of God’s mercy!
Four Eyes rolled his eyes and said thoughtfully: "Little brother, have you ever thought about joining our Maoshan Sect?"
Uncle Jiu was stunned, he didn't expect Si Mu to say such words.
Glancing at his four eyes, Uncle Jiu thought for a moment and understood that according to the injury of the man in front of him, the exercises on the silk could no longer be practiced, otherwise it would be difficult to survive. And the man in front of him could do it without anyone's guidance.
Although he is still able to practice well, this shows that this person has excellent qualifications and is a natural buddhist.
Qiu Sheng, a literary talent, has been a beginner for many years. With him as his guide, he can't even use magic to ignite the talisman paper. It's really annoying to compare people to each other!
Although the Maoshan sect is a big sect, it still faces the risk of severing its orthodoxy in the Age of Dharma End, so when it encounters a good seedling, it will naturally not let it go. The thousands of thoughts in Uncle Jiu's heart can only last in the blink of an eye. At this time, he looked at Jing Jing
Zhou, there is an extra kindness in his eyes.
"Can I join the Maoshan sect?" What Si Mu and Jiu Shu said was somewhat unexpected to Jing Zhou. He had never thought that he could join the Maoshan sect.
"Little brother, I am neither evil nor stupid, so why can't I join Maoshan? I, Maoshan, are from the Shangqing lineage, and I don't have to pay much attention to it. When I went to Maoshan, my master thought I was pleasing to his eyes, so he took me under his sect." Uncle Jiu said.
It seemed that I was feeling sad as I remembered something from the past.
Although Taoist priests are mysterious in the eyes of ordinary people, in fact, in this era, if the family conditions are slightly better, few people are willing to send their children to the mountains to learn Taoism.
The profession of Taoist priests is doomed to be widowed and lonely. There are many shortcomings in life. There are only a few people who can fulfill the shortcomings. Let alone dealing with monsters and ghosts every day. How many people can die well?
"Little brother, what do you think of me?" Simu got up from the chair and winked at Jing Zhou.
Uncle Jiu's eyes rolled, and he suddenly understood that Simu was trying to rob someone.
You four eyes, it’s rare that you come across a good young talent. You actually snatched someone in front of your senior brother. Don’t blame your senior brother for being rude to you!
Uncle Jiu cleared his throat and said calmly: "Little brother, although Junior Brother Simu is good at Taoism, it is not suitable for you."
His eyes widened, he turned to Uncle Jiu, and said unconvinced: "Why is it inappropriate? He drives away the corpses, and I drive away the corpses too. The master and the disciples drive away the corpses together. In the future, he will inherit my mantle, and it will be extremely easy!"
Knowing that Uncle Jiu was petty and vengeful, he still held back one sentence that he didn't say: "He can make more money by chasing corpses with me than you can by catching ghosts with me, senior brother!"
Uncle Jiu coughed and said, "Junior brother, what you said is wrong. If he inherits your mantle, will he learn the magic of magic or not?"
This magic of inviting gods is a unique skill of the fourth eye. At critical moments, you can summon gods to take over your body. In a short period of time, your strength will skyrocket. Not only will your strength be infinite, but your body will also feel as if it has been filled with energy. It will become taller and more powerful, and your defense will be greatly increased, even if you are fighting head-on with zombies.
Not falling behind at all!
It's just that this technique will cause the body to collapse for a long time after being used up, so it is not suitable for people with weak bodies to practice.
Four eyes were unwilling to accept it, and he looked directly at Uncle Jiu and said: "Even so, this body can always be taken care of. It doesn't hurt to ask the magic to practice later. Besides, he is injured and needs to find a good place to take care of his body. And I
That place is close to mountains and rivers, quiet and quiet, and is the best place to take care of your body.”
Since the technique was flawed, Simu immediately took out his own Feng Shui treasure.
Hehe, Uncle Jiu wants to snatch someone from him, daydreaming!
Uncle Jiu's hand holding the tea trembled, and he thought to himself: "What a fool, you've actually taken advantage of my senior brother. Your place is a good place, suitable for living. Is my place just a doghouse? You guys don't know how hard it is."
I want to fight with my senior brother, but if I don’t give you any help, I’ll show you that you don’t know how powerful your senior brother is!"
Uncle Jiu's face straightened, and he said slowly to Jingzhou: "You have cultivated your skills and are not weak anymore. I plan to take over your role as a teacher and accept a disciple."
Everyone was stunned and stunned for a moment.
Is this possible?
Uncle Jiu glanced at him, feeling secretly proud.
Simu, if you want to fight with your senior brother, you will have to eat salt for decades more!
Wencai listened with confusion.
Is this kid so strange?
Could it be made of gold?
Why do you ask the master and uncle to fight for it?
If it were him and Qiu Sheng, they would blow their beards and glare at each other?
I’m not convinced by my literary talents!
Jingzhou was slightly distracted, then he cupped his fists and said with a smile, "Thank you, senior brother!"
"I, I, I..." I waited for my eyes to react, only to realize that I was half a step too late.
Glancing at his four dejected eyes, Uncle Jiu raised his eyebrows and his pride was palpable.
This ginger is still very spicy. Simu, you have only eaten a lot of New Year's rice. How can you compare with the salt that your senior brother eats?
"Master, can you please stop accepting disciples on your behalf?" Wencai said with a bitter look on his face.
He didn't want to have another uncle.
If this uncle, like Uncle Four Eyes, comes here every now and then to make meals, wouldn't he have to cook for one more person?
"Um?"
"How do you usually teach me? Do you still need to interrupt the master's work?" Uncle Jiu scolded, and Wencai suddenly became quiet again.
Xiaoshuting app
"I did some calculations. It will be an auspicious day in three days. I will burn incense and play the watch for my junior brother." Just as Uncle Jiu said this, there was a loud bang at the door of Yizhuang, as if someone had hit it with a hammer, and Qiu Sheng ran away in a hurry from outside.
Come in.
He smiled strangely and winked at Uncle Jiu, suddenly feeling that Jiale was pretty good, at least he wouldn't kick the door down like this.
Uncle Jiu's face suddenly darkened again. These two unlucky disciples were making him more troubled than the other. If they could improve a little bit, he would be able to laugh out of his dreams!
"Yi, master, you are here, uncle, you are also here."
As soon as Qiu Sheng stepped into the house with one foot, he took it back again, slapped his head violently, and shouted: "Oh! I remembered that my aunt just asked me to do something, but I haven't done it yet!"
Unlike Wen Cai, who was an orphan, Qiu Sheng also had an aunt. On weekdays, Qiu Sheng did not live in Yizhuang, but lived with his aunt. When he had nothing to do, he would also help his aunt visit the rouge shop.
"Master, uncle, I'm leaving first."
"Wait a minute!" Uncle Jiu shouted coldly.
Qiu Sheng swayed and almost fell. He turned around reluctantly, forced a smile on his face, and said to Uncle Jiu: "Master, what can I do?"
"Do I just scare you like this?" Uncle Jiu said again with a stern face.
Master, don’t you know if you are afraid of others?
Didn’t you see that Wen Cai’s face resembles that of bitter gourd?
He is petty, vindictive, and sinister, especially when his eyebrows are pulled down.
The most important thing is that he likes to beat his apprentices!
Of course, Qiu Sheng didn't want to eat fried meat with bamboo shoots, so he could only think about these words in his heart.
Uncle Jiu snorted coldly and introduced Qiu Sheng: "This is your senior uncle."
Master uncle?
This guy looks younger than me, why can he be my uncle?
Uncle Jiu said in a deep voice: "Those who have no rules, please call me uncle!"
Although he was puzzled, Qiu Sheng was so impressed by Jiu Shu's majesty that he called out "Uncle Master" in a depressed tone.
Uncle Jiu's expression improved slightly, and he said to Jingzhou: "Junior brother, this is my eldest disciple, his name is Qiu Sheng. The other one is called Wencai, and I am laughing at him."
Jingzhou shook his head and said with a smile: "The two nephews are also true-hearted."
"Alas!" Uncle Jiu sighed.
Jing Zhou changed the subject and said: "Senior brother, since I have become a disciple of my master, I cannot be less polite. I will go and prepare some repairs and buy something for my two nephews as a meeting gift."