As soon as the sky was slightly bright, the big rooster raised by Uncle Jiu ran out and crowed. The rooster was specially raised and its voice was particularly loud and powerful.
Of course, it seems particularly annoying.
“Good brother!”
As soon as the rooster crowed, it ran away very alertly and looked back.
Today, that little bear kid didn't come out to beat it.
Too careless!
The rooster tilted his head, feeling that something was a little unusual today. Ever since the last rooster died under Russell's spell and became a delicious roast chicken, the rooster has been very wary of Russell.
The man and the chicken had been in a stalemate for half a year, fighting wits and courage for half a year. Today, for the first time ever, Russell did not get up to fight it.
It always feels uncomfortable all over.
Gone, gone, to find my beloved concubine!
“Squeak!”
Uncle Jiu opened the door from the inside, walked into the yard and started his morning exercises. People who practice Taoism must never be lazy.
The air in the early morning was just right. Uncle Jiu had just struck a Baguazhang posture, which is a Maoshan physical exercise technique that can strengthen the body and invigorate the blood.
Those with strong qi and blood are kept away from by ghosts and gods.
Although Maoshan focuses on cultivating the spirit rather than qi and blood, Uncle Jiu still remembers the earnest words his master said back then.
A Taoist priest doesn't need to have great physical fitness, but it must be better than that of an ordinary person, because if he can't win the fight, he can run fast and not become a scapegoat.
Those who die are those who don't run fast enough.
Uncle Jiu felt that this sentence was absolutely right and always kept it in mind.
He had just made two moves, but he felt something was unusual today. Uncle Jiu looked at the empty yard and was stunned for a while.
He remembered that when he was practicing Baguazhang, his young apprentice Russell often fought with the rooster, making a lot of noise in the yard.
Today it is quite quiet.
Uncle Jiu then remembered that his young disciple had practiced Maoshan Taoism yesterday and slept late, so he should not have gotten up yet.
As for Wencai and Qiu Sheng, they are both even lazier. Qiu Sheng finds excuses every day to take care of his aunt's store, but in fact it is just to strike up a conversation with the women who often buy rouge and powder.
His aunt knew about this but still did not stop it. After all, Qiu Sheng was already an adult.
Wencai was sleeping so soundly that he probably had no reaction even if the corpse in the coffin turned into a zombie.
Uncle Jiu pondered for a moment, then strode towards his young disciple Russell's room. He gently pushed open the door and found that his young disciple was sitting cross-legged on the bed, with his five hearts facing the sky, practicing diligently.
Seeing his young disciple Russell practicing so hard, Uncle Jiu smiled with satisfaction, but he soon discovered something was wrong.
This is a lot of disciples!
I saw one through the crack in the door, and when I pushed the door open slightly, I saw another one!
Uncle Jiu took a quick look and saw three little disciples sitting cross-legged and practicing in the small room.
There was a little apprentice sleeping soundly in the quilt, drooling.
Is there any need to think about this
Uncle Jiu's face darkened, and he lifted up the sleeping Russell's ears with his hand, "I've told you to use the paper figurine technique less. It can cost you your life, and you even made three at once!"
Russell's ears were lifted up and he screamed in pain. The three little Russells in the room instantly disappeared and turned into three pieces of paper, which flew over and stuck to Russell's body.
As soon as the three papers flew back, Russell's face immediately turned rosy, as if he had taken a tonic pill, and his aura continued to rise.
Uncle Jiu couldn't help but open his mouth wide as he watched his little apprentice Russell being promoted from the first level of a human teacher to the second level of a human teacher.
this
Russell smiled cunningly and said something silently in his heart.
“Add some more!”
The points on the system panel instantly decreased by 100. A stream of heat was born from Russell's body. In a breath, he rose to the third level and reached the third level of human teacher.
Uncle Jiu looked at his little disciple who was a second-level master just now and became a third-level master in the blink of an eye. He couldn't help but doubt his life.
He stuttered a little, "What's going on?"
Back then, it took him more than a hundred days to cultivate from the first level of human master to the third level of human master. You should know that Uncle Jiu was also the top disciple of Maoshan back then.
And what about his little apprentice Russell
It only took one night.
Facing Uncle Jiu's surprise, Russell blinked his eyes and said, "I don't know either. I was tired yesterday, so I asked three paper figures to help me practice. This is what happened when I woke up."
He suddenly looked aggrieved and grabbed Uncle Jiu's hand, "Master, am I practicing too slowly? Please don't kick me out of the sect, okay? I won't be lazy and sleep in tomorrow."
You are still slow in cultivation
Still lazy and sleeping
Uncle Jiu was so depressed that he was about to spit out blood. If someone dared to speak like this in front of him, he would definitely take out his peach wood sword and stab him three thousand times to let him see what a swordsman is.
But when he thought about his little apprentice Russell who was only eight years old and knew nothing, Uncle Jiu didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Master, am I really that bad?"
Russell's little eyes had a wicked smile on them as he deliberately continued to say that he was determined to strike a blow against Uncle Jiu today by disturbing his sleep so early in the morning.
He, Russell, is grumpy!
Uncle Jiu snorted and put his hands behind his back, "Your training speed is just average. I only took your master half a day to reach the third level of human master, but you took a whole night. It's barely average."
"Master is so awesome!"
Russell held back his laughter and did not expose Uncle Jiu. How could a normal person cultivate so quickly
He has good talent and practices meditation every day, gaining one energy point at a time, which is 30 points a month.
It takes about three months to upgrade each level, and it takes a little more than three years to go from the first level to the ninth level.
He just didn't believe that Uncle Jiu's cultivation speed could be so fast. He was definitely bragging and was afraid of losing face in front of his little disciple.
Russell knew in his heart that his master, Uncle Jiu, was both treacherous and proud, but he did not dare to expose him.
Otherwise your little butt will be in danger.
"Practice hard. Even though you may not be as talented as the master, as long as you are diligent, you can reach the master's level."
Uncle Jiu continued to lie with his eyes open, and Russell nodded again. At this time, Uncle Jiu thought of something else.
"What happened to that paper man you just had? Why can it help you practice?"
Uncle Jiu was very puzzled. He had never practiced these unconventional ways and many of them were just hearsay.
But I have never heard that paper figures can help people practice.
Russell chuckled. This is called the Multiple Paper Man Clone Technique, and he spent 100 points to deduce it.
You know, that old yellow-skinned guy is only worth 150 points.
He blinked his eyes. "I just read the secret book and I'll learn it. It's very simple!"
"Master, you are much smarter than me, why are you asking me such a simple question?"
Uncle Jiu choked, his face suddenly turned red, and he coughed dryly, "I just forgot, your secret technique of making paper figurines, give it to me to take a look."
"I used that book to fold paper the past two days. Brother Wencai ran out of toilet paper, so I used part of it. Now it's all gone."
Uncle Jiu stood there as if he was struck by lightning, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but tremble. He glared and picked up Russell with one hand.
Russell screamed and covered his butt with his hands, "Master, don't touch my butt, it hurts!"
Uncle Jiu's face darkened, and he strode out of the room, holding Russell in one hand, "Wencai, take your life!!!"