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Chapter 4 The King of Disciples
It's twilight!

The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the early birds are already looking for worms.

The valley was a little different today, and there was a smell of blood in the aura.

Last night's corpses were pulled into a pile by the monk Yixiu who didn't need to rest. They also rang the market bell and chanted "Nima Nima" all night long, and the sound of wooden fish could not be stopped.

In fact, the wooden fish is a Taoist magical weapon, and it turned out to be a well-known Buddhist magical weapon.

Even the rosary beads in their hands were Taoist, and these outsiders would grab everything they saw.

But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, Taoists actually look down on them.

After all, one relies on labor to support himself, and the other relies on begging.

After a night of breathing exercises, He Xiu forced out the evil energy of blood stasis in his body. Now, as long as he waits for a few days for the capillaries to heal, there will be no sequelae.

The sky was slightly bright, and He Xiu was already facing the east, practicing the art of standing still. The practice is just a matter of water droplets, and through accumulation, most people who expect to reach the sky in one step are just dreaming. How can there be so many children of destiny.

Ikkyu, who was still banging and banging so early in the morning, was very angry. He was holding a broom stick and was preparing to go over and have a fight. It's so lucky!

I saw He Xiu in the yard, actually practicing. : "Oh, you actually take the initiative to practice without the supervision of a master. Who are you going to piss off!"

Looking into the distance again, the southeast, northwest and northwest were also walking. When I turned around and saw my apprentice Jia Le having an erotic dream, I couldn't help but feel angry.

Damn it, other people's children take the initiative to practice, and my own fool is still dreaming about Zhou Gong, which is intolerable.

He picked up a cane, aimed it at Qian Jiale, who was sleeping on the glutinous rice, and whipped it, drawing out a sliver of blood.

"Ouch! I'm stunned~!" Jiale covered his buttocks, rolled on the ground with tears in his eyes, and jumped up.

He looked around with an aggrieved look, not knowing what he had done wrong: "Master, why did you hit me again?"

Seeing Jiale's expression of pity, his eyes were whipped again: "Look at the southeast, northwest, then look at He Xiu, then look at you. If you don't have enough talent and don't work hard, you are waiting to be eaten. Damn it!"

Jia Le covered his buttocks and looked aggrievedly as he walked to the next door with bulging eyes. Then he ran out and looked at the concierge: "Damn it, you old guys, do you have to pretend to be so hard?" What are you doing in the morning? Isn’t this putting me in hell? That’s not what my classmates did.”

Taoist priest Qianhe sat cross-legged on the aged glutinous rice, facing the ancestor.

Naturally, I heard the lesson my senior brother taught Jia Le just now, and he was secretly proud of his education: My four disciples have been taught strictly since they were young, and they have become accustomed to self-discipline. Master, you have also seen it, I am the most obedient disciple, they can't , a bunch of little trash.

This time, I gained a lot of face in front of my senior brother.

As the sun rose, He Xiu suddenly opened his eyes, and an invisible purple light fell into his eyes. Then he smiled slightly. The purple energy came from the east and was not to be missed.

Draw the sword, stab, sheath the sword, sheath it.

As long as I draw the sword quickly and stab quickly, I will have the upper hand. As for the swordsmanship, I am only proficient in it.Without power, it is just a dance, not a fierce battle.

A warrior should stop fighting and use force to defeat his opponent until he is unable to parry. This is the attitude of a warrior and a strong person.

Taoist kendo kung fu can exert its true power when combined with magic spells or formation spells.

Qingqing got up early and was making breakfast in the kitchen of Simu. After all, there were ten people now!While making porridge, I would hide in the gap of the kitchen window from time to time and peek at He Xiu drawing and stabbing the sword and putting it away. There were no fancy movements, but in Qingqing's eyes, He Xiu looked handsome no matter what.

"Hey, Qingqing, what are you looking at? I'm here to help you!" Qian Jiale, a little master of death, licked a big-faced plate with a watermelon head on his head, a bright smile on his face, and licked hard.Qingqing felt a chill and her hands were wrapped in bandages. Who are you helping? : "No need for you, get out, get out!"

Qingqing was not caught by Jiale. He felt embarrassed when he saw He Xiu and drove Jiale away fiercely!

Jia Le came out, limping and enduring the pain of being caned by the master, and walked to the living room, full of anger: Damn it, I am the serious owner of this kitchen, okay!Is this Qingqing's way of expressing her love to me?Jie Jie Jie, I am indeed the most handsome boy.

Snapped?
Four eyes, who had just had a fight with Ikkyu, came in with panda eyes and slapped the apprentice on the head who was grinning like a villain: "Hey, what are you laughing at! Why don't you jump on the glutinous rice? You want to die. Ah, will I help you now?"

Jia Le felt that all the bad luck in the world was surrounding him, and he said with a depressed face: "Master, no, I'm not afraid that Qing Qing will be too busy cooking, so I wanted to come over and help."

"Bah, are you here to help? You're greedy for her body. You're despicable. Go back and dance. You know how to mess around every day. So many brothers and sisters are fine. Why are you the only one hanging on your hands?"

Jia Le looked at the master who was applying medicine to the room, and really wanted to give him a kick.

Damn, why don't you knock out your stingy old bachelor's teeth?

There is a kind of hatred in the world that people of the same age work harder than oneself. At noon, there were five people sitting on the steps at the door of the dojo.

Southeast, northwest and a semi-disabled home.

"Senior Brother Dongfang, is this Senior Brother He crazy?"

"I thought we worked hard enough, but I didn't expect that Senior Brother He practiced for a long time just by drawing his sword and stabbing it, and there was no problem. He is really a role model for us!"

Qian Jiale moved his butt to the side, feeling that the southeast and northwest were not good things.

They are all disciples, that is, they have been taken in by their master since they were learning the language.

No, He Xiu. When he came to this world, he was ten years old. He went directly to Shi Jian and begged to be his disciple.

After three years of working as a chore, I had to teach martial arts and recite sutras every day. It took seven years to get the Qi training method. As for spells, talismans and the like, I was not taught at all, let alone the Lightning Thunder Fist. .

They are obviously members of the Yemaoshan casual cultivator sect, but they make themselves look like the Maoshan Qing sect.

But what about his own son Shi Shaojian?You can come and go freely in the study room where the scriptures are stored, and there are no rules.

He Xiu didn't have any complaints. After all, you should learn from others' skills. If someone is willing to teach, it's a matter of affection, but if they don't want to, it's their duty.

The brothers in their lineage all have a unique skill. Taoist priest Qianhe is good at formations. Lin Fengjiao is a bit more complex and has a bit of everything, but the talisman is particularly outstanding. Needless to say, Zou Yin is as pure as fire, Shi Jian, one palm, lightning and thunder fist, both Longhushan and Shenxiao sect call him a wonderful word!
"Senior Brother He Xiu, you have been practicing for so long. You must be thirsty! Come and drink water."

Qingqing blushed, holding a big bowl of tea, standing aside and talking to He Xiu expectantly.

Everyone from the southeast to the northwest turned their heads to look at Jia Le, who looked like a bitter gourd: "Junior brother, I'd like to express my condolences!"

"Junior brother, if the old ones don't go and the new ones don't come, don't worry."

"Brother, are you gay?"

Jia Le's eyes widened, everything was normal up front, I understand, who said this in the back, get out of here.

(End of this chapter)