Uncle Jiu refuses to accept disciples, I realize the practice method by myself

Chapter 44

Whizzing.

There were two wind howls out of thin air.

But he saw Taoist Master Simu suddenly turned around, and the two wooden stakes carried on his shoulders whirled half a circle, and lay across the middle of the road.

He stood sideways, revealing only half of his face that seemed cloudy and sunny: "Can you see clearly? That little bastard really pulled out Tingting's hair?"

The response was surprisingly big.

Zhao Ying said calmly: "It's very clear that he swung his hand behind Miss Ren's back. Somehow, he pulled a strand of hair from Miss Ren's body. Miss Ren didn't seem to notice it at all."

The voice fell into his ears, and the only half of the face of the Taoist priest with four eyes suddenly turned cold.

His lips and teeth opened and closed, and his angry voice was raised high.

"Sure enough, like his master, he is a full bastard. I feel that he is not a good thing, his eyes contain evil light, and he is obscene. Hum, he is so brave, dare to start with the same door."

By the end of the words, he was already bursting with anger, and the muscles on his face were tense.

Zhao Ying heard more information from the first sentence.

His brows and eyes were half closed, and he thought to himself: "It turns out that they are not in harmony with each other. This posture seems to be a resentment when they were young....There are nine uncles in front and four eyes in the back. I'm afraid...the one in this generation who was offended by Shi Jian There are still plenty of people.”

"Uncle Shi, we have to teach that little bastard a profound lesson." Qiu Sheng changed Shi Shaojian's address like a gentleman.

"I know, you don't need to worry about it. Your master, Aunt Cane and I will solve this matter. With our protection, Tingting will not suffer."

The four-eyed Taoist raised his eyelids, his tone was deep, and he glanced at Zhao Ying with flickering eyes, "Zhao family boy, don't tell me about this, you and Qiusheng didn't see anything. I will say that I discovered it, so as not to save the future." That narrow-minded bastard blamed you."

"Zhao must remember." Zhao Ying responded.

This is a real person, worthy of Maoshan righteousness.

Zhao Ying sighed secretly.

He has always taken his own life very seriously, so when facing someone who can take his life very seriously, he will naturally gain some favor from him.

"Come on, let's continue to climb the mountain, and solve the immediate troubles first." The priest with four eyes twisted his body, straightened the two logs on his shoulders, and strode up the mountain.

The steep mountain road is more laborious than walking on the flat road.

From Yizhuang to here, it takes less than two miles to walk. With a weight of more than 400 kilograms on his body, the four-eyed Taoist leader does not blush or breathe, and climbs up, still moving quickly.

"What a strong physique. It's hard to avoid panting after carrying hundreds of catties and walking for two miles. Climbing this mountain path is especially strenuous, but he is not affected at all."

"I carried one more than him, with a weight of six or seven hundred catties. I didn't show any reaction, so I don't look like a normal martial arts master with only a thousand catties of strength."

Zhao Ying's breathing gradually became heavy, and he secretly reduced his swallowing, causing his face to turn red.Physical strength, qi and blood rise and fall, the body relaxes, and sweat is released.

The three of them came to a fork in the mountain road, Taoist Master Simu stopped and said, "Just carry one up, so you don't have to carry it down later."

After saying that, he moved his shoulders, pressed his hands down to let the two wooden stakes fall off his shoulders, and leaned them against a rock beside the road with his arms around them.

Obviously, he said this to Zhao Ying.

Zhao Ying didn't say a word, shook his hands and dropped the two sticks, leaving only one on his body.

Dengdengdeng.

The footsteps are like the wind.

After lowering the two wooden stakes, Zhao Yingwei no longer pretended to be out of breath, and walked briskly up to the top of the mountain.

boom.

Pressing with one hand, the stake on the shoulder suddenly flipped and stood on the ground.Zhao Ying supported the wooden stake and stood aside, quietly watching the movements of the four-eyed priest holding the compass and moving left and right to calculate the direction.

Snapped.

With a pause in his footsteps, the four-eyed Taoist pointed to the ground under his feet, "This is where Qiu Sheng excavated."

Swish.

A hoe was handed to Zhao Ying.

He raised his eyes, and Qiu Sheng's smiling face filled his eyes.

"Do it, Old Zhao. Don't forget, this is your job."

That smile is so hideous that it makes one want to punch him in the face and watch his head explode like a watermelon.

Zhao Ying didn't say a word, but clenched his fingers into fists, and the knuckles of his five fingers cracked violently. In an instant, all five fingers loosened and he shook his hand. The muscles on his arms loosened and softened, and the air crackled.

There was a blur in front of Qiu Sheng's eyes, and suddenly he felt a strong wind blowing towards his face, as if a whip was volleying towards him, the speed seemed to be faster than his own thoughts, and when he realized it, he was too late to dodge.

There was a chill in my heart, and my hairs exploded.

"Old Zhao is crazy, he wants to kill me!!"

A thought is thrilling.

Swish.

Suddenly, he felt that his hand was empty, the hoe he handed out was inexplicably released, and the strong wind suddenly dissipated. Everything before seemed to be an illusion.

Qiu Sheng's eyes were dizzy, just like in a dream.

Zhao Ying ignored him, and took a hoe and walked to Simudao's strong point.

The four-eyed Taoist took two steps back to get out of the way, and suddenly a smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "But you were tricked by that kid?"

Apparently he also saw Zhao Ying's actions to scare Qiu Sheng.

"His skin should be itchy again." Zhao Ying responded, waving a hoe.

"It's time to clean it up. It's not a big deal if it's frizzy. I used my customers to play with it earlier. If my brother didn't protect his shortcomings too much, I would have to deal with this kid."

The four-eyed Taoist priest rolled his eyeballs twice in his eye sockets, and said with a suppressed voice: "I will help me clean up when I have a chance in the future."

Zhao Ying raised her eyes slightly to meet his gaze, and there was a hint of smile in the eyes of both of them.

"I will handle it."

I have been used to beating Qiu Sheng since I was a child, and it's strange that I don't find an excuse to beat him once in a while.

Dengdeng.

Qiu Sheng ran over in a hurry, his halberd fingers trembling, his lips and teeth opened and closed as if to question.But seeing Zhao Ying dug the hole honestly, a smug smile appeared on his face, "I know you are angry."

"What are you talking about? I don't understand." Zhao Ying was neither salty nor insipid, digging a hole one after another.

"..."

Qiu Sheng felt as if he had punched the cotton with a fist, and his uncomfortable expression froze immediately.

Strange, Lao Zhao didn't accept the offer?

boom.

Priest Simu kicked him lightly and said, "Still playing? Hurry up and help."

"..."

Qiusheng began to shovel the soil.

One person dug and the other shoveled, and a large hole was dug in a short time.

"Master Daoist, how deep do we have to dig? Are we going to bury it all?" Zhao Ying asked seemingly unintentionally.

The Taoist priest with four eyes looked at the depth of the pit, and said: "It's almost the same. The divine tree reaches the sky, and of course it must be connected to the sky. To put it bluntly, it is equivalent to planting a tree, burying the roots in it, and the wood gas is stimulated by the earth's gas to grow and germinate. "

Zhao Ying nodded, jumped out of the deep pit and dragged the stake over.With a hook, the wooden stake fell into the deep pit.

Qiusheng lifted the soil and backfilled it.

"Thirty-six wooden stakes are erected to form a large formation of heavenly gangs to suppress evil spirits and evil spirits and zombies. In the future, if the foundation of this town is not destroyed, Renjia Town and the three surrounding villages will be as solid as gold and block countless evil spirits."

The four-eyed Daoist's eyelids trembled slightly, and a strange smile appeared on his face: "This is the formation of Shi Jian pressing the bottom of the box."

"Since it's the method to suppress the bottom of the box, how can Master Bernard's practice be easily taken out?" Qiu Sheng raised his head and asked curiously.

The four eyes smiled strangely: "This person is arrogant and conceited. Since he is the person in charge of this time, he will naturally control everything in his hands. He will never allow any mistakes to lose face in front of us."

"Just because he was afraid of being laughed at by you, the master took out the formation at the bottom of the box, how careless is he?" Qiu Sheng was speechless inwardly.

Priest Simu pursed his lips and said: "If you know what he is like, you won't be surprised. We brothers, which one of us didn't suffer from him in Maoshan back then."

He didn't know what happened in the past, and the expression on his face was very exciting.

"Letting him lose face in front of us is worse than killing him."

Qiu Sheng rolled his eyes and said, "Master Uncle, before you said that Master Uncle hated my Master all his life, what is the reason?"

He glanced at him with four eyes and said: "What are you doing asking about the past? It's not like you don't know about your master. If you let him know that we are talking about his embarrassing things behind his back..."

He hesitated to speak, as if he wanted to say something but was afraid that Qiu Sheng would not be able to hold back his words, and his words would reach Uncle Jiu.

As soon as Qiu Sheng heard the words, he patted his chest and assured him: "Uncle Master, don't worry, my mouth is the tightest, and I guarantee that it will not reach Master's ears."

Looking away, he glanced at Zhao Ying who was digging the soil with a hoe and said: "Old Zhao, you don't want to talk about it, right?"

"Of course." Zhao Ying nodded.

Of course, he also wanted to know about the conflicts between their seniors and brothers. This news might come in handy one day.

The four -eyed long groaning, mysterious secret: "Well, I will talk to you while leisurely."

"In the end, it's not a big grudge, it's all trivial things accumulated."

"Before your master went up to the mountain to learn Taoism, he learned boxing, foot and sword skills from a martial arts master. After only a few months of learning Taoism, he built a solid foundation and officially came into contact with Maoshan. He is not a senior brother, but he has a high prestige among his fellow disciples."

"...and because of this, Shi Jian felt jealous."

There was a sneer on the corner of the four-eyed Daoist's mouth: "He is a senior brother, but he let his fellow disciples go ahead, and he couldn't save face, so he always deliberately troubled your master and oppressed him with the rules. Those of us who walked with your master Those who are close are also implicated."

"You also know that your master has a blunt temper and speaks bluntly. Although he didn't turn his back because of the rules, he always irritated Shi Jian with sarcastic remarks.

Finally, one day, Shi Jian was furious, and the two of them had a big fight when they disagreed. At that time, he was no match for your master, and after a few moves, he lost all face..."

The four-eyed priest quietly finished talking about the past.

"My master is so talented, why didn't he learn the last dharma art? On the contrary, people like Shi Jian have also learned the lightning bolt and thunder boxing and the wooden stake Dafa?"

After Qiu Sheng heard the past, he was indignant, complaining for his master.Even the uncle didn't bother to call him anymore, he just called him by his first name.

The Taoist Master Simu sighed, "Your master was caught in a trick, and he was framed and made a big mistake. Fortunately, your master guaranteed that he was not expelled from the sect. But in the end, he could only learn some ordinary Maoshan Taoism. Your uncle, I..."

His face suddenly became extremely ugly.

"Even if you learn a true style, because... you are deprived of the core technique, you can't gather your spirit, and you can only borrow the divine power of your ancestor."

"Uncle Master has also been tricked?" Qiu Sheng exclaimed.

"I don't know, but the big mistake is indeed my own making."

The four-eyed Taoist priest looked disappointed, "My lineage is practicing the magic of the gods, using the flesh to forge the Tao. Accumulate oneself to become a god, and use the body to transform into a god, but once this core method is lost, it will be the same as inviting the gods. You can only borrow external force, you cannot cultivate yourself."

"Speaking of which, my situation is similar to your master's. Without the Dharma, one cannot enter the true stream."

(End of this chapter)