"Ziyu boy, why did your fellow apprentices get beaten up again?"
While watching the show, suddenly Master Ikkyu from the next door house came over and teased me with a smile.
Zhang Ziyu saw that Master Yixiu had also returned from his wandering, so things were probably stable this time, and Master Qianhe would definitely be passing by.
Zhang Ziyu replied: "Master, do you think I have ever been beaten?"
"Amitabha, it seems that the boy Jiale is in trouble again."
Master Yixiu used the name of Buddha, his eyes were full of smiles, and it was obvious that he still regarded brothers Zhang Ziyu and Qian Jiale as his real juniors. You can see that everyone started to gloat at this moment.
"Master, how long have you been back?"
"It's only been a few days since I was cleaning up the yard. Unexpectedly, fellow Daoist Four Eyes came back just in time. Fortunately, the place in the deep mountains and old forests is also a bit lively."
Speaking of the yard, Master Yixiu looked puzzled and asked: "Ziyu, why are the medicines grown in my yard all in such a mess? Could it be that wild beasts from the mountains have come to the yard?"
Zhang Ziyu's expression froze, and then he nodded without blushing and said, "It should be, master. I'll ask my senior brother to take the time to place some animal traps to guard against those wild beasts."
"Amitabha"
Master Yixiu shook his head quickly. Although he still had some doubts in his heart, he was not interested in killing animals. He said: "God has the virtue of good life, so it comes as it comes. I will go to the mountains to get some seeds in two days. There is no need to kill animals."
Zhang Ziyu hadn't chatted with Master Yixiu for long when Taoist Master Simu came out. His eyes widened and he said with a smile, "Old monk, I haven't seen you for so long, I thought you died outside."
"You're not dead yet, how could my old monk die?"
The two of them were old enemies, and Zhang Ziyu was already used to it when they looked like they were ready to fight each other.
If it weren't for the fear of being written down in the notebook by my master, I would continue to eat melon seeds right now.
"Hmph, smelly monk."
Taoist Priest Simu glared at him, and then saw Zhang Ziyu still watching the show, and became very angry.
"What else are you looking at, brat? Come inside."
I just came back, and there isn't much to do. Cleaning up the room is the first priority.
After the room was tidied up, Taoist Priest Simu pulled Zhang Ziyu to the seat assigned by the Patriarch, and then handed Zhang Ziyu the secret book of the secret technique of the gods.
"This is the God's Secret Technique. The God's Secret Technique is not an orthodox cultivation method. Although it can be practiced, it focuses more on the techniques. I inherited it from Maoshan, but I also added the God's Fighting Invitation that I have learned over the years.
The skills in this art are not just commonplace."
Taoist Priest Four Eyes talked about the secret art of magic with a somewhat complacent expression. After all, it was a technique he had studied for many years.
Among the disciples of Maoshan, there are divisions between outer disciples and core disciples. Taoist Master Simu and the others are among the core disciples.
When the core disciples have reached the foundation-building stage, can walk down the mountain, and can take on apprentices, most of them will be taught some powerful techniques by their masters.
Uncle Jiu is good at talismans and formations, so he inherited these two things naturally, while the secret technique obtained by Taoist Priest Four Eyes is this divine fighting technique.
As for senior brother Shi Jian, what he got was two offensive spells, Lightning Thunder Fist and Wooden Stake Technique.
Disciples like Zhang Ziyu and Qian Jiale who were taken in after their core disciples came down from the mountain are basically just outer disciples.
If the outer disciples are not very talented and have a good character, these core disciples will generally not bring the disciples back to the mountain gate.
But on the contrary, if the talent is good and the character is good, then he will definitely be brought back to the mountain sect, and then after the examination by the elders, he will be accepted as a core disciple.
This is also the method of sect inheritance. After all, a sect cannot always rely on people who are willing to go up the mountain to become disciples every year to inherit the sect.
The circle of cultivators is not large, so the number of people who voluntarily worship at the gate is naturally not as endless as that in the fantasy world.
Among the limited number of people who go up the mountain, those with acceptable qualifications and good character are even rarer.
Returning to the topic, Zhang Ziyu looked through the secret technique of magic and found that there were indeed many extraordinary things in this secret book, showing his interest.
"This secret technique has a total of five levels. Each level you study means that you have improved one level in your divine fighting skills."
The Taoist priest with four eyes explained it carefully to Zhang Ziyu. Although he was usually careless, now he wanted to teach Zhang Ziyu the magic of magic.
He also knew in his heart that his two disciples, Zhang Ziyu, would probably return to Maoshan in the future and become a core disciple.
As for Qian Jiale, his senior brother, his qualifications are a bit lacking and his achievements are limited, but he can learn a craft and walk in the world.
"The first level of my secret technique is the entry level. It can draw the power equivalent to Qi training into the body. However, the techniques are superficial and mostly rely on the power of wandering souls. The second level corresponds to foundation building, and the third level is god refining. In the past,
The upper level is the realm of returning to the void and joining the path. If you can cultivate to the fifth level, you will be invincible even if you are not far from being invincible."
Zhang Ziyu asked curiously: "Master, how far are you from being invincible?"
Taoist Priest Simu's face darkened. The brat didn't want to pick up any of the pots, right? "It's just a few hundred million. Listen honestly and don't talk nonsense."
"oh"
Zhang Ziyu said oh, then looked at Taoist Priest Simu, gesturing for him to continue.
Taoist Priest Simu's face turned darker again. Why did the brat want to slap him so much for his answer?
"If you practice, you should start from the first level, and you should also polish your body and make it strong so that you can withstand more powerful forces."
He didn't finish his words. If some people have special fates and physiques, they might be able to be greatly enhanced after inducing a certain kind of divine power.
However, his disciple knows that although his destiny is a bit special, he is a little unlucky person no matter how he looks at it, and has nothing to do with the destiny that is useful for praying to gods.
Taoist Master Simu gave Zhang Ziyu some detailed instructions again, and it was not until evening that he stopped.
"Okay, you can practice slowly these days. I think it took me seven or eight days to get started on the first level. There is no need to rush this matter."
When talking about the Eight-Nine Heavens, Taoist Priest Simu's face was quite arrogant. After all, even his senior brother Lin Jiu was not as good as him in the Way of Inviting Gods.
Zhang Ziyu narrowed his eyes, you stupid master, let your disciple show you the speed of a genius.
Taoist Master Four Eyes also narrowed his eyes. You stupid disciple, please ask God for help. I am really not afraid of anyone as a teacher.
"Master"
"Smelly boy"
The two spoke in unison and looked at each other, seemingly reading each other's thoughts.
"Master, if I accidentally exceed your record, is there any reward?"
"What a coincidence, there are rewards. If you don't exceed it, you have to set a punishment, right?"
The two foxes looked at each other, as if sparks were flying.
"A century-old ginseng at the bottom of the box."
When Taoist Priest Simu heard this, his face twitched, this good boy has a dark heart.
"Help me send a group of guests."
Zhang Ziyu looked solemn, good master, this is a tool for a man to use to the end, right?
Master and disciple each had their own plans in mind, so they said in unison: "Deal!"