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Early the next morning, when the sky was just getting dark, Uncle Jiu got up to wash his face, offer incense, do morning classes, clean the courtyard, and practice kung fu.

Some of these things should be done by apprentices, but Uncle Jiu did it himself, looking extremely diligent.

Yue Si does not need sleep now, or the time span of his life cycle has reached an unimaginable level, just like the ancient big toon tree described in "Zhuangzi Xiaoyaoyou", with eight thousand years as spring and eight thousand years old A thousand years old is autumn.

I can go without sleep for years and months, and it will take several years to sleep last time, so I get up early.

"Those two incompetent materials are still playing chess with Zhou Gong in their dreams, how could they get up."

When Yue Si asked about Wencai and Qiusheng, Uncle Jiu said so angrily, but there was a sense of love and affection in his words.

In the middle of the night last night, Taoist Priest Simu knocked on the door. Wencai and Qiusheng were busy cooking and cleaning up a room for Yuesi. It was a bit of hard work, so he allowed his two apprentices to be lazy. Otherwise, as usual, The cane had been pulled up long ago, and they were called up to do those chores.

But Yue Si could clearly see that in Uncle Jiu's practice, luck and kung fu were just ways to enhance his martial arts cultivation, and what really increased and stabilized his basic mana was the seemingly cumbersome and useless behaviors such as offering incense, chanting scriptures, and cleaning. .

"You ask this. When I went to the mountain to learn Taoism, I was whipped by the master for a year before I developed the habit of doing this after getting up early. It is part of our daily routine in our Maoshan practice."

After hearing Uncle Jiu's answer, Yue Si greatly admired the Maoshan Patriarch who invented this practice method. Practice is not practice, but a part of daily life. Doing things will increase mana.

Otherwise, even if you learn Maoshan Taoism, if you don't abide by the precepts, your progress will be very slow or even regressed.

For example, Mao Shanming in "Mr. Ling Huan" just didn't abide by Maoshan's precepts, raising ghosts and catching ghosts to swindle money.

And when the master beats the disciples with a stick, and makes them get up early to practice exercises and do morning classes, it is to cultivate their habits and let the habits overcome the inertia of human beings. Although it sounds nonsense, this is exactly the first step in practice.

Uncle Jiu may not know the reason for doing this, but he will teach his disciples what the master taught him.

On the other hand, on the side of "Tathagata", even Yue Si, a counterfeit with a shell, still sprang up golden lotuses when he was preaching, bragging about snails and drums, and Da Guangquan. Roar, in a word, scene.

Compared with the silent moistening of Maoshan's true story, it is needless to say which one is higher or lower-of course, there is absolutely no suspicion of dragging it, and it is definitely a matter of fact.

It was almost time for dinner, and Qiu Sheng, Wen Cai, and Daoist Si Mu got up and washed slowly. Of course, the cooking was still the work of the two apprentices, but Yue Si said: "Don't bother, I will make a meal for everyone. The breakfast of foreigners, let everyone try something new."

Hearing this, a group of people came to the dining hall full of expectations.

With a wave of Yue Si's hand, the originally empty long table was filled with oatmeal, milk, juice, coffee, toast, jam, fried eggs and bacon.

With Master's permission, Wencai and Qiusheng were able to sit at the table for dinner.

Wencai was driven by curiosity, so he couldn't wait to take a sip of coffee, and then his five sense organs were pulled together in an instant. He wanted to vomit, but the master and senior were in front of him, so doing that would undoubtedly be disrespectful. Frowning, he swallowed, then pushed the coffee cup aside: "This foreign food is as bitter as medicine soup."

"This is called coffee, not that kind of drink." Yue Si said: "First of all, you have to pick it up and take a sip to get used to its bitterness, and then add sugar and milk to it according to your own taste to dissolve its bitterness." Bitter..."

Although there were many twists and turns in the middle, such as Simu Daochang digging oatmeal with a spoon and chewing dry oatmeal, and Uncle Jiu kept trying to get the jam, everyone still enjoyed the meal very happily—this is a time when foreign culture is following the trend of foreigners. It is a big deal to be associated with these foreign things, just like the richest man in the town, Mr. Ren, followed suit and opened a foreign teahouse (a coffee shop with a combination of Chinese and Western), so this breakfast must be served even if it is not delicious. Make it look delicious.

After eating, the four-eyed Taoist priest, who was late at night, continued to catch up on sleep. When the sky darkened, he would continue to drive the corpse on the road.

But Uncle Jiu urged the two apprentices to start practicing kung fu, which is just some boxing and kicking kung fu, which is useful for strengthening the body, and does not involve the sect's secret method and the fundamentals of practice, so there is no need for Yue Si to avoid it.

At this moment, it can be seen that Wencai and Qiusheng, the two apprentices of the ninth uncle, are of different levels.

Qiusheng is a natural seed of Taoism. He can learn everything quickly in Taoism and martial arts, but he is unsteady and unwilling to work hard. He seems to be lazy after punching a few times. If Uncle Jiu was not sitting on the side holding a cane Looking at it, he guessed that he would really fish.

Literary talent is not good, he is clumsy in doing things, he can mess up some ordinary things, practicing boxing and sword is half the result with twice the result, ten times of practice is not as effective as Qiu Sheng's practice once.Moreover, it is easy to learn well and difficult to learn badly, fists and spells are ineffective, but Qiu Sheng's stealth and slippery literary talents are well-learned. Seeing that his senior brother showed signs of laziness, he also slacked off, and his fists and feet were no longer rigid.

It wasn't until Uncle Jiu snorted coldly that the two apprentices cheered up and continued to practice.

"You make me laugh, fellow Taoist. My two disciples are useless. They have been with me for several years, but they still haven't controlled their xinxing." With an outsider like Yue Si on the side, Uncle Jiu's tone was full of dissatisfaction with his disciples. meaning.

It's like parents always like to show off their children's grades, because it's a way to show their abilities. If you teach a good apprentice, Uncle Jiu will have face when he goes out, but these two disciples are not good enough.

Wencai's parents died early, and Uncle Nine took him in as his apprentice because he saw his pity. If it wasn't for his urging from the sidelines, I am afraid that the kung fu would not be able to practice to the level it is today.

Yue Si said: "Everyone has his own aspirations. Daoist friends have the heart to seek the Tao. You can form a habit without too much supervision from the master. Your two disciples' disposition is not completely here, and slack is inevitable."

"However, there are gains and losses. Fellow Daoist, you have achieved something in Taoism, but you must have given up a lot in other areas."