Chapter 145 Four-eyed Fetion (please subscribe~~) Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang Sect, resigned from office at the age of thirty-two to seek immortality. It was not until he was sixty-seven that he met Master Huo Long in Mount Zhongnan, and thus received the true transmission of the Great Dao. Jiang Ziya, a representative late bloomer, also practiced Taoism at the age of thirty-two. It was not until he was seventy-two that he waited for the opportunity to become a **** and became famous in one battle. Compared with the time they spent practicing Taoism, Ren Tingting, who was only twenty years old, was nothing at all, and Uncle Jiu, known as the 'strongest mentor in the Novice Village', built a foundation for him. From the starting point alone, he was enough to kill countless opening chapters. Really miserable protagonist. However, Qin Yao was too lazy to explain so much to her and said with a smile: "You are not afraid of being late for a good meal, and the same is true for practicing." Looking at his calm and calm expression, Ren Tingting gradually felt at ease: "Thank you, Mr. Qin. I will change my clothes and go back with you." Unlike Qin Yao, as a native of Renjia Town, she cares more about the comments and looks of the villagers. Wearing a uniform and returning home will inevitably become the center of criticism while becoming the center of attention. People's words are scary, and she doesn't want to be stabbed in the spine because of such a trivial matter. evening.
The sky is dark. As soon as Qin Yao and Ren Tingting, who was wearing a light blue jacket and skirt, stepped into the gate of Yizhuang, Qiu Sheng greeted her happily like a bee smelling the fragrance of flowers, and said with a smile on his face: "Junior brother, Tingting." Qin Yao nodded: "Brother, where is the master?" “It’s almost time for dinner, so we should offer incense to our ancestor in the main room.” “I’ll go talk to Master first. Senior brother, please stay here and catch up with Tingting.” Qiu Sheng's eyes sparkled and he said with a smile: "Okay, okay, junior brother, go see the master as soon as possible. Business is important." Qin Yao smiled slightly, nodded to Ren Tingting, and strode into the main room. Sure enough, he saw Uncle Jiu offering incense to the statue of his ancestor with a look of reverence. At that time, Qin Yao once said to Hong Jinli that worshiping gods and offering incense should not be followed by fishing for three days and drying nets for two days. However, Uncle Jiu was a leader in adhering to the same goal. “Have you had dinner?” Uncle Jiu did not look back, but steadily inserted the incense into the incense burner with both hands. “Not yet.” Qin Yao followed his master and bowed to the ancestor, saying softly. “Let’s have something to eat together later...Is everything okay over there in Fucheng?” "With the City God's Temple guarding it, let alone a group of weak zombies, even a thousand-year-old ghost holding hands cannot remove the flag I have set up in the city." Qin Yao said confidently. Uncle Jiu paused for a moment, then turned around with a strange look on his face: "When you say this, I can't tell whether you are helping the City God or the City God is helping you..." Qin Yao shrugged: "It's just helping each other. I help him gather incense and bless his godhead; he guards my foundation and repels evil spirits." Uncle Jiu: “…” Why does the more I listen to it, the more I feel like the City God is like a security guard? "Don't mention this anymore." Seeing that he was stunned and speechless, Qin Yao chuckled and said, "Master, Ren Tingting wants to practice Taoism. Do you think you should build the foundation for her, or should I build the foundation for her?" The word "foundation" mentioned here does not have the same meaning as the word "foundation" in the foundation-building pill. It is closer to opening the meridians, or opening up the two meridians of Ren and Du in martial arts novels. It is a way to lead people into the Tao, which thrives in spiritual energy. The increasingly rarefied modern times. In the early years, spiritual energy was strong and it was easy to enter the Tao. In recent years, just the step of "entering the door" has stopped many people who are determined to practice, let alone the advanced practice.
"Let me do it, you can't do this." Uncle Jiu came back to his senses and said calmly. Qin Yao went out and called Ren Tingting into the lobby. Qiu Sheng shamelessly followed her and stood aside. "Tingting, cultivating Taoism is not a good thing with all benefits and no harm. Once you embark on the road, your destiny will change. It will not be so easy to want ordinary, mediocre happiness. Have you seriously thought about it? ?" Uncle Jiu said seriously with his back to the statue of the Patriarch, facing Ren Tingting and others. Ren Tingting's palm-sized cheeks were full of seriousness, and she nodded heavily: "Yes, I have already thought about it, please ask Uncle Jiu to help me practice." Uncle Jiu nodded, turned around and took the gold and silver whisk from the hand of the statue of the ancestor, holding it in his back hand The whisk handle continuously infuses mana into it. Three thousand silver-white whisk threads turned into red gold under the infusion of magic power. As they swayed gently, the room was filled with golden light. “Sit down.” Uncle Jiu pointed to the futon cushion in front of him and said. Ren Tingting sat cross-legged on the futon and watched with her own eyes as Uncle Jiu placed the base of the fly whisk with a faint golden glow between her eyebrows. “Close your eyes and I will help you look at the meridians throughout your body.” Uncle Jiu said in a deep voice. Ren Tingting did not dare to neglect, she quickly closed her eyes and calmed down. “Junior brother, does master want to accept Tingting as his disciple?” Qiu Sheng watched here curiously, and finally couldn't help it anymore, and tugged at the corner of Qin Yao's clothes. Qin Yao shook his head: "No, I'm just showing her the door..." Just as he was talking, a simple white paper crane suddenly flew into the yard and kept wandering outside the lobby. Qin Yao looked up, stepped out, and raised his right hand to the paper crane in mid-air. The paper crane seemed to smell his scent and slowly landed in the center of his palm. “Who sent you the flying letter?” Qiu Sheng asked in a low voice as he saw his face suddenly became solemn after opening the paper crane. “Uncle Simu.” Qin Yao folded the letter and put it into his pocket, then turned to look at the master who was building the foundation for Ren Tingting: "Don't ask, we'll talk about it later." Half an hour later. Uncle Jiu gently lifted up the gold and silver whisk and exhaled a breath: "That's it. Do you remember everything?" Ren Tingting's eyelids trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes: "Remember, thank you Uncle Jiu." "Junior brother, Qiu Sheng, master... Hey, Tingting, you are here too." At this time, Wencai walked in, stroking his stomach that kept growling, and his face suddenly lit up with joy when he saw the pretty Ren Tingting. He now knows that his "elder" junior brother is only interested in female ghosts, but not much in women. As long as you continue to release kindness and warmth, you may be able to warm Tingting's heart in the future and win the beauty back... “Literary talent.” Ren Tingting responded, then looked away the next second. She understands the "ill-intentioned intentions" of literary talents and even Qiu Sheng, but she does not pretend to be reserved, but is reserved to the point of alienation. Clearly feeling the other party's alienation, Wencai's excited face darkened slightly. “Qin Yao, what does your uncle want from you?” Uncle Jiu took in everything and silently changed the subject.
"The tower of the Maoshan Punishment Hall has been completed. The leader announced that it will officially open in three days. Uncle Simu asked Master to prepare in advance and bring more uncles, uncles, brothers and brothers up the mountain so that we can seize the land." Qin Yao smiled. said. Uncle Jiu: “…” Everyone: “…” Why does this sound so uncomfortable? How can a good fairy sect organization, modified by his language, become the same as a Jianghu society? ? (End of this chapter)