Chapter 8 Test

Renjia Town is a small town in the south. With more foreign exchanges, the town can be considered rich, and all walks of life are also developed.

Foreign culture is intertwined with local customs. In this prosperity, there is a bit of a different scene.

"Finally, I don't have to be a savage."

Zhang Ziyu finally came to Renjia Town. Looking at the people coming and going around, the street vendors and snack shops, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

After so many years, the country boy finally came to the city.

Can you imagine how painful it is for a young man in the city to travel through time and stay in the mountains for several years.

There is nothing to play, nothing to eat, no young lady, but there is an old man who asks him to practice martial arts every now and then.

Life is hard, and now I finally get through it.

As a gourmet, even if it is a gourmet who cooks super bad food, coming to Renjia Town now is no less than the New Year.

"Boss, give me two roast chickens, the one on the left, the one with fatter legs."

Zhang Ziyu weighed the three silver dollars he had taken from his master and went into the roast chicken shop without hesitation.

Two roast chickens, one to be eaten on the spot and one to be taken to Uncle Jiu, that should be enough.

Perhaps because of the parallel world, the exchange rate of silver dollars is still stable, and one silver dollar fluctuates around 100 copper coins.

Two roast chickens cost a total of one silver dollar. If it is converted into rice, it means that more than ten kilograms of food are gone. This rice price is different from what Zhang Ziyu knew in his previous life, but the purchasing power of silver dollars is still not small.

Zhang Ziyu ate a roast chicken with gusto. The skin was crispy and the meat was tender. The fat and the light salty and fresh taste complemented each other.

After eating it all, Zhang Ziyu carried another roast chicken wrapped in oil paper and walked towards the outside of the town. The charity cemetery of Uncle Master Lin Fengjiao and Lin Jiu was just outside Renjia Town.

If we go into the town, it would actually be closer to Uncle Jiu first.

However, Zhang Ziyu resolutely went to the town for a stroll.

No other intention, just for the roast chicken.

Well, bring some gifts for Uncle Jiu.

Swish, wipe your mouth.

Zhang Ziyu came all the way to the door of the charity cemetery, only to see two dark red doors closed.

"Dong Dong Dong"

Zhang Ziyu went forward and knocked on the door. Soon the door opened and a face that looked a little anxious poked out.

"You are here to see my master, come in."

Wencai smiled and greeted Zhang Ziyu into the door. There were no friends in the charity cemetery. If someone came to the door, it was probably business.

Wencai was thinking this way at the moment, and that was why he was so happy.

If there was business coming to the door, there would be money. It was either killing chickens or the employer would treat him. How could he not be happy?

Zhang Ziyu looked at Wencai and thought, "Did Wencai misunderstand something?"

After following Wencai into the yard, he found that Uncle Jiu was practicing Baguazhang.

The palm method was natural and powerful, and it also contained the Taoist Bagua theory.

Uncle Jiu had been immersed in Baguazhang for many years and was considered to be a master.

Of course, compared with the world martial arts of the first generation of masters who practiced qi and blood, the destructive power was still a little worse.

Uncle Jiu had achieved success in practice, but he also attached great importance to the polishing of the body, and did not fall behind in martial arts such as Baguazhang.

In other words, in the entire Maoshan, as long as the monks who exorcised ghosts and demons would not neglect the practice of the body too much.

Otherwise, if you are not careful in the battle with demons and monsters, you might lose your life.

At that time, it was not a question of whether the cultivation was enough.

"Master, there is business."

Wencai said to his master happily as soon as he came in.

Yes, it was really a misunderstanding.

Zhang Ziyu was sure of his judgment when he heard this.

Uncle Jiu was delighted when he heard this, but when he looked up and saw Zhang Ziyu, his face slowly darkened.

He recognized Zhang Ziyu at a glance. When Taoist Simu accepted his apprentice, he called him over.

The rascal came over and said it was business. He was making fun of me.

Zhang Ziyu was shocked when he saw Uncle Jiu's expression.

It's going to be bad!

Uncle Jiu's brothers and sisters are all black-bellied and narrow-minded. If they are remembered by Uncle Jiu, they will have a hard time in the future.

He hurriedly said, "Ahem, Uncle Jiu, it was my brother who misunderstood. I didn't have time to tell you. By the way, here is a letter from my master to you."

Wencai was stunned, and realized belatedly that he seemed to have misunderstood.

"Ah, Master, this is..."

"I am the disciple of Master Simu, your junior brother. I went out a few years ago to see your uncle accepting a disciple."

"Oh, oh, hello, junior brother."

Uncle Jiu saw that Zhang Ziyu was not making fun of him, and his face returned to calmness. He said, "Ziyu, why did you suddenly come out? Didn't your master just go back a few days ago?"

Master Simu passed by Renjia Town a few days ago. He knew about this, and the two brothers chatted for a while.

"I have made a breakthrough in my cultivation. Master agreed to let me come to Renjia Town to train and do some small business."

Uncle Jiu nodded slightly. This is not surprising. Although it is said that one should learn from a master, it does not mean that all food and accommodation should follow the master and rely on the master.

Especially for people like Uncle Jiu and Master Simu who go down the mountain, it is not surprising that their disciples have their own jobs in neighboring towns.

For example, Uncle Jiu's disciple Qiu Sheng, he also helps his aunt sell rouge and powder.

Uncle Jiu opened the letter from Taoist Simu, thinking it was a letter from Taoist Simu asking him to take care of his disciple.

As a result, after reading less than three lines, his eyebrows jumped and veins gradually popped out.

The fourth level of Qi training is nothing, right? It's just a little higher than Qiu Sheng, right?

Taoist Simu took the tone of boasting to the extreme, almost to the level of mockery.

Good Simu, you are showing off in front of me.

You'll be dead next time.

Uncle Jiu had a dark face and wrote it down in the little notebook for Taoist Simu.

It's a family tradition to hold grudges. If I can't beat you to death, I'm not your senior brother.

He turned to the second page of the letter, and his face suddenly became strange.

"Zi Yu, you haven't provoked your master recently, right?"

Uncle Jiu suddenly asked, and Zhang Ziyu didn't realize the seriousness of the matter.

He shook his head and said shyly, "No, he was quite happy when he heard that I had broken through the fourth level of Qi training. He gave him three dollars when I went out."

"Uncle Master, is it a letter from Master? What's wrong with that?"

"No!"

Uncle Jiu put the letter in his arms, laughed, and said hypocritically, "Your master saw you go out for the first time and missed your training, so he asked me to supervise and take care of you."

It's a bit too much to beat him twice in three days, but it's okay to practice basic skills every now and then.

Uncle Jiu looked at Zhang Ziyu and thought about how to "take care of" his nephew.

Apart from the dark side, Zhang Ziyu, a talented junior, is slacking off all day like Simu did on Damao Peak. Isn't that a waste of talent?

Humph, Simu, this guy, really led his disciples astray.

Zhang Ziyu heard that his master cared about him so much, and he was still muttering that he would inherit a box of gold bars after he passed away. It seemed a bit too much, and he felt embarrassed.

"Zi Yu will bother you in the future."

"No, no, since you are here today, why not try your skills first."

Zhang Zi Yu:?

Uncle Jiu, you are not right.

Zhang Zi Yu said: "Uncle, don't you know that the cultivation level is the fourth level of Qi training?"

"I know the cultivation level, but the physical training must also catch up, otherwise how can I kill demons and monsters? Just try two Bagua Palms, I remember you practiced this."

Uncle Jiu really wanted to test his nephew's skills, so that he could arrange some training tasks for him and not let him be lazy.

Zhang Zi Yu's face changed slightly when he heard that he wanted to try Bagua Palm. His Bagua Palm had just merged with the sixty-four moves of the Gong family of a generation of masters.

It's not very proficient in fighting, it's not good to start fighting.

So he wanted to rescue him again, and tried to say: "Master, I don't know how to control my strength, how can I fight with my elders, let's forget it, I will definitely do it next time."

Uncle Jiu smiled but didn't smile, thinking: "Good boy, you are just slacking off here."

He waved his hand and said: "It's okay, go ahead."