When Feng Yi saw Uncle Jiu saying this, he said with a grimace: "Master, my basic cultivation method has been stagnant at the fourth level for several days. I can't break through. I feel very depressed. Please let me change my mood.
"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall was shocked.
Taoist Master Four Eyes and Master Yixiu looked at each other in confusion. When fighting against the royal zombies, Feng Yicong had just broken through the third level. Will he reach the fourth level so soon?
It’s not that fast to open a plug-in!
The muscles on Uncle Jiu's face trembled unconsciously, and he asked: "You didn't lie to me?"
"it is true…
This time it was Jiuquan Town. I killed not a hundred but fifty zombies, as well as dragon-slaying Taoist priests, church zombies and Nanyang wizards, all of which became my nourishment.
But you also know that I didn't practice it myself, and it doesn't fit in so well, so it takes a little more time to get used to it.
I have also practiced the "Five Elements and Baguazhang" you just taught me.
It’s the first level, and now I’m waiting for Uncle Qianhe’s "Devil-Conquering Technique". I don’t know when he will come..."
Feng Yi shook his head and said with emotion.
Uncle Jiu:…
You brat, you're just pretending to be a teacher. Isn't it just that you can practice faster? What's so great about it!
If you weren't a teacher and you really have nothing to teach you, you would have to pinch your neck.
"Ahem... Combining work and rest is good for physical and mental health. If you think so, I am very satisfied as a teacher. As for you..."
Uncle Jiu looked at Qiu Shengwencai and Jiale, who had been led astray recently, shook his head and said, "That's all, I'll be satisfied if you don't cause more trouble."
Qiu Sheng and others rolled their eyes speechlessly. From the beginning to the end, Feng Yi was clamoring for fun. We were dragged into the water by him, okay?
Hey, the weak have no human rights.
But no matter what Uncle Jiu said, he agreed to playing mahjong.
"Master, mahjong contains very profound principles and is also beneficial to spiritual practice. Why don't you try it?" Feng Yi wanted to drag Uncle Jiu into the trap.
"Humph, you lose your mind by playing with things. Why would I play with you with such boring things?" Uncle Jiu snorted angrily and left with his hands behind his back.
A few days later.
"Brother, you have played seven games in a row. Isn't it a bit too much?" Taoist Priest Simu, who was sitting at Uncle Jiu's house, was washing his mahjong and muttered dissatisfiedly.
"Hey, there's nothing I can do if I'm lucky. What's wrong, junior brother, do you feel sorry for the money?" Uncle Jiu said calmly, leaning on the Great Wall in front of him.
"Taoist Master Simu has a lot of money, so why would he care about a few taels of silver? I am used to being poor, and I don't have much food left, so I can't bear it." Master Yixiu said with a grimace.
"Hey, you old monk has won a lot these days. You've won all Jiale's private money and you still have the nerve to say that!" Taoist priest Simu saw that the other party was getting an advantage and wanted to sneak up on him, but he looked at it.
I can’t bear to see the mahjong in front of me.
A few people were noisy, but Feng Yi, who was sitting opposite Uncle Jiu and working on the shift, said nothing and just played mahjong honestly.
Uncle Jiu saw this and smiled and said: "Feng Yi, you taught everyone this mahjong. Why did you lose like this today and it hasn't opened yet?"
"I'm out of luck." Feng Yi rubbed his nose and thought to himself: It's not like you elders are disrespectful!
Uncle Jiu said he didn’t want to play anymore, but it tasted really good in the end;
Taoist priest Shimu always likes to play around, and the activity of mahjong is very suitable for him;
As for Master Ikkyu, he is not a Buddhist monk in the pure sense. After watching it for two days, his hands became itchy.
