"Come down quickly, little bastard, it's time to eat!"
Uncle Jiu raised his head helplessly and looked at the roof. A black and white furry panda cub raised its head with a confused look on its face. Its feet slipped and it rolled down directly.
Uncle Jiu was quick-witted and quick-handed. He did the same thing as a monkey trying to catch the moon and caught the silly panda with his arms.
The little panda rubbed its eyes with its paws, looking innocent, and blinked its two little eyes.
It was as if everything that happened just now had nothing to do with him.
"Humph, you're being lazy again. Let me ask you, have you drawn the talisman for today?"
The red panda licked his paws and pretended to be innocent, as if he really didn't understand a word.
Uncle Jiu's face turned dark and he bent his left index finger, as if he was about to flick the little panda's head.
The red panda immediately held its head with its paws and shouted loudly, "Help! Lin Jiu is abusing our national treasure! Heaven, earth, Maoshan Patriarch, please take a look!"
This really made Uncle Jiu laugh, "You are the only one who calls yourself a national treasure. I've seen a lot of things like you. When your master Simu was practicing his magic, he went to practice his boxing with the Iron-eating Beast, and he ended up getting beaten into a pig's head."
"I don't care."
The red panda tilted his head and said, "The one who can fight is the iron-eating beast. What does it have to do with me, the red panda? Besides, Master, don't you think I'm cute?"
The red panda opened his mouth, revealing a cute and naive smile. You know, he is a national treasure who is loved by everyone and makes flowers bloom wherever he goes!
Uncle Jiu chuckled and said, "You are a ferocious beast that can fight with tigers in the jungle, and you are trying to act cute in front of me?"
Do you really think I didn't fight an iron-eating beast when I was young
When the Iron-eating Beast beat Simu so badly that he was covered in bruises, it was they, the brothers, who went back together to take revenge.
That battle was truly disastrous. If their master hadn't noticed something was wrong and rushed to rescue them, they would have died there.
Act cute in front of me!
Uncle Jiu waved his left hand, put his finger in his mouth, put a little saliva, and printed it directly on the red panda's head.
The red panda burst instantly and turned into a paper shell.
"You're cheating!"
An angry voice came from inside. Uncle Jiu smiled, reached out his hand, and pulled out a little kid from the pile of cardboard.
He was about seven or eight years old, with a very pretty face, and was wearing strange clothes. The child's lively eyes made one feel at a glance that he was unusual.
"Still want to run?"
Uncle Jiu lifted the kid by the back of his collar and looked at his rolling eyes, and he knew what bad idea he was planning again.
He raised his eyebrows and said, "You can give it a try. If you fail, I won't save you next time we go shopping."
The little child had a look of fear on his face and quickly waved his hands, being extremely obedient.
Uncle Jiu then nodded in satisfaction. His little apprentice was very talented and fearless.
I'm only afraid of one thing.
The women passing by on the street.
There's nothing we can do about it, since his little disciple is so handsome!
At such a young age, with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, tiger teeth and big watery eyes, he is obviously a handsome boy.
Every time he goes out on the street, the little guy will be surrounded by people, who will touch him and pinch his face.
This year, Uncle Jiu has rejected countless matchmakers who came to his house. They were not for him, but for his little apprentice.
It is called an arranged marriage.
When I asked, I found out that the baby hasn't been born yet!
It is true that handsome men are prone to gossip. Uncle Jiu looked at his little apprentice and couldn't help but feel worried.
He was so handsome when he was a child, and he will be fine when he grows up. He will be a good person and will get married eventually.
But what if the female ghost becomes obsessed with him
It’s okay to have one, but I’m afraid of being obsessed with a group of people.
"Don't worry about it!"
Uncle Jiu shook his head. He felt that he had thought too much. With the character and talent of this little bastard, he would be the one bullying the female ghost, not the female ghost bullying him.
"Master, Junior Brother!"
A short young man with a watermelon-like haircut came over with a bowl in his hand and placed it on the table nearby. "It's time to eat."
Uncle Jiu nodded, put his little apprentice aside, and sat at the table. Wencai sat aside, while Qiu Sheng was looking after his aunt's shop and did not come over.
Russell looked at the tall chair in front of him and couldn't help rolling his eyes. He put his hands on it and used all his strength to climb up.
It took him a long time to finally sit on the chair.
Seeing this scene, Uncle Jiu frowned. His little disciple was very talented, but his mother was possessed by an evil spirit since birth. Even if he was rescued, his physical condition would be very poor.
Climbing on a chair is like this, it's so weak.
You shouldn't be so weak!
Uncle Jiu's eyes were sharp, and he took a quick glance and saw the small corner of a piece of paper faintly visible in the arms of his little apprentice Russell.
As soon as he saw the small corner of the paper, he knew what was going on.
"Practice less paper figurine techniques, that is just an unorthodox way. The more you practice, the weaker your body will become. If you only practice techniques without improving your body, you won't live long!"
Although Uncle Jiu said this, his eyes were still somewhat happy. Russell was his little apprentice, and because his physical and mental fitness were not up to standard, he was not taught Taoist magic.
This little brat was carefree all day long and found a book on unorthodox techniques, the art of paper figurines, from his room.
That was one of the trophies Uncle Jiu had obtained while fighting demons and defending justice. As a senior disciple of Mount Mao, he naturally looked down upon the unorthodox ways, so the paper figurine technique became just a table leg.
Russell came out from somewhere, and Uncle Jiu didn't take it seriously at first. Just watch it. What can a little kid do
Unexpectedly, after only three days, Russell had mastered the art of paper figurines to such a high level that he could turn paper into something!
He covered himself with a layer of paper and turned into a small iron beast. If it weren't for Uncle Jiu's magical eyes, ordinary people would not be able to see it.
Uncle Jiu was delighted that his self-study had reached this point. He couldn't help but think of Wencai and Qiu Sheng, who had studied with him for so many years. Compared with his little apprentice Russell, they were simply stones in the toilet.
Stinky and hard!
"There is someone to succeed Maoshan!"
Uncle Jiu touched Russell's little head with his hand. Russell blinked his eyes, looking particularly smart and naughty.
"Tomorrow I will teach you the Daoist arts. Practice the real Maoshan arts. Don't practice these unorthodox methods anymore. You have finally recovered, but your body is weak again."
Uncle Jiu seemed to have thought of something and teased, "With such a weak body, it will be difficult for you to find a wife in the future. Do you want someone to give her to you?"
"all right!"
Russell said in a baby voice, stretched out his chubby little hand, took out a few little paper figures from his arms, and threw them out.
"Come out, my paper wives!"
"Haruno Sakura!"
"Kasugano Sora!"
"Nami!"
"Misaka Mikoto!"
Seeing four beauties suddenly appear in front of him, Wencai spat out the food he had just eaten.
Russell said proudly, "Don't be afraid, Master. If you don't have a wife, you can make it yourself. Any kind will do."
Uncle Jiu's face turned dark and he reached out and grabbed Russell's little ear.
"How shameless! You are doing this outrageously!"
I, your master, don’t even have a wife, but you have four!