Chapter 188: Dao’s disciple is a master
In the morning exam, Song Shuhang is still easy to complete.
Taking advantage of his free time, he opened the Jiuzhou No. 1 group and looked at it.
In the group's chat record, there is a selfie of the lychee fairy, and there is nothing to say. She seems to have just moved to a new Dongfu house today, so she has taken a lot of self-portraits, and each one is pleasing to the eye.
Here are some of the best things that the online predecessors gave her.
However, after the absence of the Beihe Sanren and the mad knife and three waves, the Jiuzhou No. 1 group has been quietly quiet for a few days.
When Song Shuhang was on the line, Huangshan Zhenjun noticed him.
Huang Shanzheng quickly asked: "Book Air Xiaoyou, Bai Zunren recently settled?"
"A good, everything is well." Song Shuhang replied, and at the same time, I immediately remembered the hard desert experience of yesterday: "But after the white predecessor promoted the Seven Spirits, he had a 'real illusory' skill. It’s amazing, it’s hanging!”
Huangshan Zhenjun made a ‘sweat’ expression.
Recently, he felt very sad when he communicated with Song Shuhang. I always feel that Song Shuhang is living in the same hot water every day.
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At this time, the pharmacist predecessors who are thousands of miles away, calmly close the mobile phone.
Just after Song Shuhang was on the line, he wanted to speak and ask for peace, and said that he might go back in the next few days. But his words are slow...
When he wrote half of it, Song Shuhang in the group just said that the white predecessors had realized the ‘real illusory’ skills, and the pharmacist immediately deleted half of the hard work.
Then continue to dive silently, pretending that I did not see Song Shuhang.
After the pharmacist closed the phone, he uttered a voice: "Is purple smoke?"
"It’s always there." Jiang Ziyan’s voice came from downstairs, and it’s secluded.
She was staring at the computer screen at this time - the screen was the pharmacist carefully close the phone. Well, Jiang Ziyan installed a camera in the pharmacist's room, which is very advanced. She also did various spells on it, and the camera was not discovered by the pharmacist.
With her disciples, the pharmacists are also very hard, in all senses.
"A while there is a guest to come, it is an old friend of mine. I just want to buy some food, and then take the good ‘仙依酿’ from our altar.” The pharmacist spoke.
"Xianyi brewed?" Jiang Ziyan nodded slightly, this is a precious medicinal liquor, the pharmacist usually does not drink much, this time even came out to entertain friends, it seems that the other party is not low in the mind of the pharmacist.
“Is it male or female?” Jiang Ziyan asked, this is the point!
"Men!" The pharmacist replied calmly - he had long been used to it, and the answer was neat.
"Okay, I will get it quickly." Jiang Ziyan shut down the computer and replied.
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Soon, the friend of the pharmacist came over.
It was a Taoist man with a sacred bone and a crane, and he was dressed in a dust. His current status is the Taoist registered in China, so it is also a bright and straight dress in the week.
After the Taoist entered the door, he made a loud laugh: "The pharmacist, the old way is coming."
The pharmacist greeted him and gave the Tao a warm hug.
The two entered the room, and Jiang Ziyan was so eager to go forward, for two people to drink. In front of outsiders, she has always given the poetry pharmacist face and played the role of her own savvy obedient disciple.
"Sweet, no sound, your favorite." The pharmacist raised the glass and gently clinked the cup with the soundless.
"Oh, the old way is only here, you can taste this fairy." No voice, a face sigh.
After three rounds of wine, there was no drunkenness with no sound: "Pharmacist, you are still young, but the old is really old."
The pharmacist's hand was slightly stiff and sighed softly.
No son and pharmacist peers, if the cultivation talent is more above the pharmacist. It’s just that in the past years, no sound has been hurt, and the roots are hurt.
And the strength stays in the realm of the four products, and has not been in the past for hundreds of years. If there is no sound, then I can't think of a way to advance, I am afraid I will be close to life.
"You don't have to sigh for the old road. For many years, the old road has long been used to it." No sound, haha smiled, then he nodded slightly toward Jiang Ziyan, who was holding a glass of wine, and moved the topic: "Or your disciple purple smoke The girl is well-behaved."
Jiang Ziyan proudly smiled.
The pharmacist laughed and echoed.
"The disciple who just received the old road, but the old road is often annoyed, can't wait to slap him!" When talking about his disciple, the old man was constipated.
"When did you have a disciple?" the pharmacist asked.
"That is more than ten years ago, I met a successor who is very suitable for inheriting my clothes." No voice recalled: "You also know my situation, I want to find a successor who can inherit my clothes for a long time, I just couldn't find a suitable disciple. I saw that my time was running out, and I finally met one, so I took his disciple regardless of the three seven twenty-one."
Regardless of the three seven twenty-one? The pharmacist wondered: "What is your quirky disciple?"
"Yeah...it was a Westerner. But after becoming my disciple, I settled in China." No voices sighed.
"It's a bit uncomfortable. After all, we have never received a Western disciple. However, your situation is special and everyone can understand it." The pharmacist nodded.
Just, even if it is a Western disciple, wouldn’t it be irritating to the soundless son?
"I first collected the goods for me to record my disciples, and then I was prepared to teach him the exercises to build him. Do you know what he said?" Without a voice, he dried up the glass and said: "The goods said: China Isn't martial arts out of Shaolin? He said that he wants to cultivate Shaolin Kungfu! The golden bell, the iron cloth shirt! There are Shaolin seventy-two stunts!"
The pharmacist's face was pumped.
"I am so angry that I will take a meal, I am a Taoist!"
"But do you know? After I took the goods, I went to the barber shop that night, shaved myself a bald, and returned to me triumphantly - you think about it, I am a Taoist priest. The martial art, but mixed into a Western monk, if I have a face in the sect, this smuggled goods have long been driven out by the people in the martial art!"
"In order to pass on my clothes, I endured it. With him to practice well, I finally let him finish the foundation. Then, I officially gave him a teacher's ceremony and accepted him as a pro-disciple. You know that the goods are again Did you put forward the embarrassing conditions? - The smuggled goods let me give him a hot sigh! I said that it is not always hot to officially become a monk?"
"Gentle, have you seen people who have passed the door to swear?"
"In the end, this smuggled goods for a whole year! I can't do it, I can only burn him four."
When it comes to this, there is no expression of a face that doesn't want to live: "But, this article says: Does the monk in the movie have six quits? I must give him two more hot."
"I am so angry, I took another meal on the spot."
"And then... the next day, the goods, he went back and made two supplements for himself! I took another meal!"
"This is no problem... It’s not easy. He cultivated into the realm of Sanchao. I really couldn’t stand him tossing and gave him a ceremony to let him go down the mountain. Originally, we had to repair the three main items before we could go down the mountain, but we The younger brother was also tossed by this guy. If he couldn’t see it as a net, he would go to the ceremony with him. On the day of the teacher, I was given a robe and a sword.
"But that's the goods... I put a layer of skin on the outside of the robes on the same day! Then I quietly found the teacher's brother, and changed the flying sword into a broken 'Golden Donkey', mad at me! I am again 狠He took him a meal."
"A few years later, I went to see him again. This smashed goods even learned less and more Buddhist scriptures. I still don't know where to get the set of "Tianzhaodu Soul", and I have spent a lot of souls and accumulated a body. The light of merit."
"If you don't look at his martial arts, anyone will think that he is a Buddhist disciple! I have no face to bring him back to his own ancestral door!" He said, no voice has once again filled himself with a cup.
The disciple also said that the Buddha had double repairs, and that he had repaired the door and repaired the Buddha.
When the pharmacist heard the last, he twitched his mouth.
Is there such a clever thing in this world? He thought of what Song Shuhang once said to him, the foreign monk who was murdered on the train and then murdered...
The foreign monk, will not be the disciple of his old friend?
Thinking of this, the pharmacist secretly asked: "No sound, what about your disciples?"
"I’ve been playing in the prison for a while.” No sounder bite his teeth: "I didn’t know how long ago, he got himself into prison. I got the news, I immediately used the relationship and wanted to get him out. However, I didn’t expect that the goods were still addictive in prison. I refused to come out. I said that I would wait until I finished the promotion of the second product and then came out. I was mad at me! After waiting for him to come out, the old road must catch it. He, pump him for ten days and ten nights!"
The pharmacist looked up and put on a sighful look - no, he didn't look up, afraid that he would laugh out loud in front of his friends, that would be too rude.
Needless to say, the old friend's way is the foreign monk that Song Shuhang said.
This is a coincidence
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Time flies, and another day's exam is over.
Song Shuhang went home, and then carefully opened the door.
He didn't go in immediately, but he took a look inside and looked inside. He saw a normal backyard scene and relaxed a little.
Then he carefully walked halfway into the body and grabbed the door with one hand.
Once he was sure that he was safe, he was safe to enter the home.
"Book Hang Xiaoyou, come back." White Zun is in the small yard, seems to have been waiting for Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang was a stiff, then laughed: "Predecessors, are you not practicing today?"
"It has been cultivated." Bai Zun said with a smile: "Book Air, what skills have you learned? I have been bothering you for these few days, let me guide you to practice today!"
Book air heard, a joy!