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!
To be continued...