Renjia Town is a small town in the south. With the increase in foreign exchanges, the town is considered prosperous and all walks of life are developed.
Foreign culture is intertwined with local customs, and amid this prosperity, it has a somewhat different scene.
"Finally, I no longer have to be a savage."
Zhang Ziyu finally arrived in Renjia Town. Looking at the crowds of people coming and going, the street vendors and snack bars, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
After so many years, the country boy finally came to the city.
Can you imagine how painful it must be for a young man from the city to travel to the mountains and stay there for several years?
There was nothing to play with, and there was nothing delicious to eat. There was no young lady, but there was one old man who let him practice every now and then.
Life has been hard, but now I'm finally getting over it.
As a gourmet, even if the cooking is terrible, coming to Renjia Town is no less than Chinese New Year.
"Boss, here are two roast chickens. I want the one on the left and the one with the fatter legs."
Zhang Ziyu weighed the three oceans he had pulled out of his master's hand, and went into the small shop selling roast chicken without hesitation.
Two roast chickens, one cooked on the spot and one brought to Uncle Jiu, this should be interesting enough.
Perhaps due to the parallel world, the exchange ratio of Da Yang is relatively stable, with a Da Yang fluctuating around 100 copper coins.
The two roast chickens cost a grand in total. If it were replaced by rice, it would mean that more than ten kilograms of grain were missing. The price of rice was different from what Zhang Ziyu knew in his previous life, but the purchasing power of silver dollars was still not small.
Zhang Ziyu devoured a roasted chicken. The skin was crispy and the meat was tender. The fat and salty flavor complemented each other perfectly.
After eating and wiping clean, Zhang Ziyu picked up another roast chicken wrapped in oil paper and walked towards the outside of the town. His uncle Lin Fengjiao and Lin Jiu's yizhuang was just outside Renjia Town.
If you enter the town, it would actually be closer to Uncle Jiu's place first.
However, Zhang Ziyu still decided to wander around the town first.
No other reason, just to roast chicken.
Well, bring some gifts to Uncle Jiu.
Squawk, wipe your mouth.
Zhang Ziyu walked all the way to the gate of Yizhuang and saw two dark red doors tightly closed.
"Dongdongdong"
Zhang Ziyu stepped forward and knocked on the door. After a while, the door opened and a long, somewhat anxious face poked out.
"You are here to see my master, come in."
Wen Cai welcomed Zhang Ziyu in with a smile. There were no friends in Yizhuang. If someone came to visit, it would probably be business.
Wen Cai had just such an idea at this moment, which made him so happy.
When business comes to your door, you will make money. It's either killing chickens or the employer is treating you. How can you not be happy?
Zhang Ziyu looked at Wencai's appearance and thought in his mind: "Did Wencai misunderstand something?"
After following Wen Cai into the courtyard, he discovered that Uncle Jiu was practicing Baguazhang.
The palm movements are smooth and powerful, and contain the principles of Taoist Bagua.
Uncle Jiu has been immersed in Baguazhang for many years, and he is considered to be proficient in it.
Of course, the destructive power is still a bit inferior compared to the Qi and Blood practiced by a grandmaster in the world of martial arts.
Uncle Jiu was successful in cultivation, but he also attached great importance to polishing his body, and he did not fall behind in martial arts such as Baguazhang.
In other words, in the entire Maoshan, as long as the monks who exorcise ghosts and slay demons will not neglect physical training too much.
Otherwise, if you are not careful in the battle with monsters and monsters, you may lose your life.
At that time, it was not a question of whether one had sufficient cultivation or not.
"Master, we have business."
As soon as Wencai came in, he happily talked to his master.
Yes, I really misunderstood.
As soon as Zhang Ziyu heard this, he immediately confirmed his judgment.
When Uncle Jiu heard this, he felt happy, but when he looked up and saw Zhang Ziyu, his face slowly turned dark.
He recognized Zhang Ziyu at a glance and called him over when Taoist Master Four Eyes accepted his disciple.
This kid came over and said it was business. He was making fun of me.
Zhang Ziyu's heart skipped a beat when he saw Uncle Jiu's expression.
It's going to happen!
Uncle Jiu and his brothers are all evil-minded and petty. If they are remembered by the uncle, life will be difficult for them in the future.
He quickly said: "Ahem, my senior brother misunderstood me, and I didn't have time to say anything. By the way, here is a letter from my master to you."
Wencai's face was stunned, and he realized later that he seemed to have misunderstood.
"Ah, Master, this is..."
"Your uncle Simu's disciple, your junior brother. I went out a few years ago and it was about your uncle accepting apprentices."
"Oh...oh, hello, junior brother."
Seeing that Zhang Ziyu was not making fun of him, Uncle Jiu's face regained his composure and said, "Ziyu, why did you suddenly come out? Didn't your master just go back a few days ago?"
Taoist Master Simu passed by Renjia Town a few days ago. He knew about this matter. The two senior fellow apprentices also chatted for a while.
"I have made some breakthroughs in my cultivation. Master agreed that I should come to Renjia Town to practice and do some small business on the way."
Uncle Jiu nodded slightly. This was not surprising. Although he said he was a master and learned skills, it did not mean that he would follow him and rely on him for everything including food and accommodation.
Especially people like Uncle Jiu and Taoist Master Four Eyes who walk down the mountain. It is not surprising that their disciples have their own jobs in neighboring towns.
For example, Uncle Jiu's disciple Qiu Sheng helped his aunt sell rouge and gouache.
Uncle Jiu opened the letter from Taoist Master Four Eyes, thinking it was a letter from Taoist Master Four Eyes to a disciple whom he had entrusted to take care of.
As a result, I couldn't read more than three lines, my brows were twitching, and my veins were gradually popping out.
The fourth level of Qi training is nothing, right? It's just a little higher than Qiu Sheng, right?
Taoist priest Simu took his showy tone to the extreme, almost to the point of ridicule.
Well, you four eyes, let me show you off.
You're dead next time.
Uncle Jiu had a dark face and wrote it down in a small notebook for Taoist Master Simu.
I can't beat you to death because of the ancestral hatred, it's not your senior brother.
He opened the second page of the letter and suddenly his expression became strange.
"Ziyu, you haven't provoked your master recently, have you?"
Uncle Jiu suddenly asked, Zhang Ziyu had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter.
He shook his head and said shyly: "No, he was quite happy when he heard that I had broken through the fourth level of Qi training. I even gave him three oceans when I went out."
"Uncle, is there anything wrong with Master's letter?"
"No!"
Uncle Jiu directly put the letter into his arms and said haha, duplicity: "Your master saw you going out for the first time and was worried about your cultivation. He asked me to supervise you and take care of you."
Beating him twice in three days is a bit excessive, but practicing basic skills every now and then is not a problem.
Uncle Jiu looked at Zhang Ziyu and thought about how to 'take care' of his nephew.
Putting aside the sinister side, if a junior like Zhang Ziyu, who is not bad at talent, spends all day fishing and paddling like he did when he was on the Damao Peak, isn't that a waste of talent?
Humph, this guy Simu has really led his disciples to bad ways.
Zhang Ziyu felt embarrassed when he heard that his master cared so much about him, and even waited for him to pass away to inherit a box of gold bars. It seemed a bit too much for him to smile.
"Ziyu will bother my uncle in the future."
"Don't bother me, don't bother me. Since you are here today, why not try your skills first."
Zhang Ziyu:?
Uncle Jiu...Uncle, something is wrong with you.
Zhang Ziyu said: "Uncle, don't you know about the fourth level of Qi training?"
"I know about my cultivation, but my physical training also needs to catch up. Otherwise, how to slay demons and slay demons requires two-handed Baguazhang. I remember you practice this too."
Uncle Jiu really wanted to test his nephew's skills, and then arrange some training tasks for him to prevent him from being lazy.
Zhang Ziyu's face changed slightly when he heard that he wanted to try Baguazhang. His Baguazhang had just been integrated with the sixty-four hands of the Gong family.
I'm not very skilled in fighting yet, so it's not a good start.
So he wanted to rescue him again and tried to say: "Master...Uncle, I don't know the importance of my hands and feet. How can I fight with the elders? Let's forget it. I will do it next time."
Uncle Jiu smiled but said to himself: "Good boy, let's just start fishing here."
He waved his hand and said, "It's okay, just do it boldly."