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Chapter 82 Disappointment
In terms of cultivation alone, Gao Cheng is much higher than Jiu Shu.

He is at the ninth level of Qi training, and Uncle Jiu's cultivation is equivalent to the second level of Qi training.

Besides, he is cultivating immortals, and Uncle Jiu is cultivating Taoism.

Although the essence is the same, it is also a "university", but Uncle Jiu is a fourth-rate "junior college", while Gao Cheng is the world's top "Harvard".

The two are not comparable at all.

Gao Cheng's apprenticeship with Uncle Jiu is mainly to learn how to subdue demons and catch ghosts.

As for Maoshan's cultivation method?

Even if it is the Maoshan town school skills, it is afraid that even the blissful treasures that have been reduced to auxiliary skills can't compare.

Not to mention that now his main practice method is Bajiu Xuangong.

After hearing what Uncle Jiu had said about the disadvantages of killing ghosts, Gao Chenggong was very worried that he might have been haunted by resentment.

So he asked Uncle Jiu: "Master, do you think I am riddled with resentment?"

Uncle Jiu looked at him seriously for a while, then shook his head and said, "I can't see it, since I can't see it, it should be nothing."

In Uncle Jiu's heart, Gao Cheng has no cultivation, since he can't see it, then he must have no cultivation.

Gao Cheng felt a chill in his heart, he had a higher realm than Jiu Shu, even if there was something strange about his body, Jiu Shu would not be able to tell.

Seeing his sad face, Uncle Jiu asked amusedly, "Why are you asking this question? Could it be that you have killed ghosts before?"

Gao Cheng nodded earnestly, and said with a sad face: "Master, last night I passed by that cemetery more than ten miles away, and there was an old woman with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek that could fly, and I stabbed her to death."

Uncle Jiu chuckled: "Okay, let's eat."

At this time, Wen Cai brought two dishes on the table, one was sautéed with salted meat and pickles, and the other was stir-fried with wild vegetables.

Seeing that both of them sat down, they were ready to eat.

Gao Cheng opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

He knew that Uncle Jiu would not believe it.

You can't take out the fire stick to show Uncle Jiu how you kill ghosts, can you?
Uncle Jiu couldn't help but die laughing.

After all, the fire stick is nothing special, it looks like an ugly fire stick.

After thinking about this, Gao Cheng ate a bowl of rice and said, "Master, I'm full."

Uncle Jiu nodded, and said while eating, "Sit down and then go, pour the tea by yourself."

Gao Cheng was not polite, poured himself a glass of water, took two sips, then subconsciously took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, stuffed one in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter.

hiss, hoo~
Gao Cheng took a deep breath and exhaled the smoke ring. Seeing Wen Cai and Uncle Jiu staring at him dumbfounded, he asked strangely, "What's wrong? Is smoking not allowed here?"

Uncle Jiu shook his head: "You can smoke." After speaking, he lowered his head to eat again, but his small eyes turned to Gao Cheng's direction from time to time.

Wen Cai was not as tolerant as his master, and he didn't eat any food. He wiped his mouth, came to Gao Cheng's side, looked at the lighter in Gao Cheng's hand and asked, "Junior brother, what are you, why are you so out of thin air?"

Gao Cheng followed his gaze and felt dazed, handed over the lighter casually, and said with a smile, "Lighter."

Lighters from this period were very rare.

They are all the kind of antique lighters that have been handed down from France.

And the lighters in this period are not called lighters, but lighters.

For example, during this period, percussion igniters were more popular in the upper circles, and there was also a "Thuringian igniter" with tinder and sulfur matches.

There are also so-called "fuse igniters".

Some pocket lighters, such as roller lighters, friction lighters, etc., have not yet become popular.

Even so, the price of each igniter is out of reach for ordinary people.

The price of hundreds, thousands, or even thousands of silver dollars is simply not affordable for ordinary people.

So, Uncle Jiu and Wencai had never heard of this thing, let alone seen it.

Wen Cai imitated Gao Cheng and pressed it a few times, but found that the ignition would not start at all, so he pressed hard: "Why can't it start?"

"Don't break my lighter, I can't get used to matches to light cigarettes." Gao Cheng quickly grabbed it, he was really afraid that Wen Cai would break the lighter.

It is too troublesome to light a cigarette with a match, and how can a lighter be used conveniently.

Although this lighter was bought for hundreds of dollars in the real world, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is priceless in this period. After all, this lighter is a lighter that is hundreds of years ahead of the world. The value of the gadget is simply inestimable.

"Hmph, be stingy." Wen Cai was a little unhappy, and sat back at the dining table sullenly to continue eating.

Uncle Jiu glared at Wen Cai and didn't say a word. He lowered his head to eat.

Gao Cheng frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable.

After a while, he asked: "Master, if there is resentment in your body, can you feel it?"

Uncle Jiu took a bite of the food and nodded: "Yes, I will often feel upset, and it is more difficult to enter meditation than usual in practice."

"Oh." Gao Cheng nodded.

He hasn't felt that he has any problems in this area recently.

What is going on here?
Thinking of the soul-devouring attribute of the fire stick, his heart skipped a beat. Could it be because of this reason?
As long as it is a ghost stabbed to death by a fire stick, he doesn't have to be afraid of being haunted by hostility and resentment.

After Gao Cheng finished smoking a cigarette, he got up and said, "Master, then I'll go back."

Uncle Jiu nodded, "Be careful on the road." As he spoke, he helped Wencai put a piece of bacon in his bowl.

Wen Cai said with a look of disgust: "Master, you can eat it by yourself, this cured meat is like salt, it is too salty and unpalatable."

Seeing this scene, Gao Cheng sighed inwardly, and walked out of Yizhuang directly after passing through more than a dozen coffins in the hall.

From what happened just now, it is not difficult to see that Uncle Jiu, who has no children, obviously raised Wen Cai as his own son.

I'm too used to him.

"According to Wen Cai's character, unless I follow him all the time, otherwise, it would be a distressing thing for this fool to trip me up when he gets angry or unhappy."

"After all, I can't beat him myself."

"If you really do this, you will definitely hate Uncle Jiu."

Between the newly recruited outer disciple and Wen Cai who had been with him for five years, Uncle Nine would definitely stand on Wen Cai's side without hesitation.

Since Wencai almost broke his own lighter just now, Uncle Jiu just gave him a superficial look and then gave up, you can tell.

And in the end, when he wanted to leave, Uncle Jiu just nodded and said to be careful, but ignored him.

Although these were two small things, they made Gao Cheng feel uncomfortable.

He also lost the previous respect and admiration for Uncle Jiu, and felt very disappointed in his heart.

"A movie is a movie after all. Besides, to Uncle Jiu, I'm just a stranger after all. Why are you so serious?"

Gao Cheng smiled wryly and shook his head, feeling that he was thinking too much.

"Let's take one step at a time."

"Learning how to subdue demons and catch ghosts is secondary. Finding a way to meet Ren Tingting and push her down is the main thing."

According to memory, Gao Cheng walked for more than 20 minutes before arriving home.

It was late now, and the sky had dimmed.

(End of this chapter)