Long Jiale

Ling was surprised when he changed the road this time. He couldn't figure out why the other party changed his mind instantly, knelt down and hugged his thigh, begging for apprenticeship.

Dao Ling: "..."

Never enjoyed such treatment before.

Just when he gave up accepting the other party as his apprentice, the other party actually changed his mind and begged for nothing to enter his teacher's school.

This is really... The corners of Dao Ling's mouth couldn't help but twitch upwards, his heart was shaken, is it to accept?Or not?

Although, this person is a noisy person, but the spiritual root is barely okay, and the luck is not bad, no, luck is more than good, it is really lucky, not to mention that he is a water spirit root. The boss asked to see the fish pond...the place where there are dragons and water is the most suitable for people with water spirit roots to practice, luck is really not very good.

However, this person is very long-winded, and there are still many questions——

Thinking of this, Dao Ling raised the corners of his mouth and froze. If he accepts the other party as his disciple, he will be surrounded by a hundred thousand whys in the future. It is scary to think about it, but if he accepts the other party, the inheritance of the teacher will be handed over to him. The other party has nothing to do with him in the future, get rid of all the burdens, and live happily for the rest of your life.

He couldn't find a Taoist companion until he found the successor of the teacher's school. Although Dao Ling didn't really want to find a Taoist companion, but a free Taoist priest has many restrictions on him, which is uncomfortable.

Dao Ling struggled and weighed again and again, but decided to take the other party as his apprentice first.

"Respecting the teacher tea, after I drink it, you will be my apprentice and the eighth generation successor of No. 30 of our Tianshimen. This wooden sword will be handed over to you in the future." Dao Ling drank the tea offered by the other party, He handed his original wooden sword to Cheng Yanding.

Cheng Yanding was holding the wooden sword that was used to "string kelp" before, and his heart was full of excitement. I don't know how long he will practice before he can reach the level of stringing kelp just by throwing it at will?

"Master, what do you do if you give me this sword?" Cheng Yanding thought to himself, the wooden sword in his hand is probably the sword inherited from their master.

Dao Ling: "It's okay, I still have a lot of swords in my room, because you like wooden swords, so I'm giving you one as a meeting gift."

Cheng Yanding: "...so this is a mass-produced wooden sword."

But these are not problems, Cheng Yanding was a little impatient, "Master, do I want to start practicing now?"

"Yep."

"How to practice, is there any cheats? Is there any kung fu?"

"You need the foundation now."

"That's right, practice is to build a foundation, I understand, I understand, but Master, how do I get started? You have to take me to practice? How to practice? What am I going to do now?"

Dao Ling took a look at him and said, "The first thing you have to do now..."

Cheng Yanding became anxious, "What is it?"

"Fish well."

Cheng Yanding: "????? What, raising fish????? Am I going to practice? How do I raise fish?"

Is there any connection between Taoism practice and fish farming?

"Your practice is to raise fish, and fish farming is your practice. I also have this sachet for you. You can sleep on it tonight, and I will give you a new sachet every day from now on." Dao Ling held the After a sachet was handed over to Cheng Yanding, it disappeared in place.

Cheng Yanding: "!!!!!!!"

This, this, this...is it gone?

Fuck it!

After Dao Ling left, only Cheng Yanding was left speechless looking at the wooden sword and the sleeping sachet in his hand. It is possible that their master still sells sachets.

After Cheng Yanding tried the sachet at night, he realized that the master was quite reliable. With this sachet on his pillow, Cheng Yanding had a dream. Half a book of basic Taoism.

When he woke up the next morning, Cheng Yanding was refreshed, and he thought happily that the master was indeed a master, and he could teach swordsmanship in his dream, awesome.

What Cheng Yanding didn't know was that Dao Ling was afraid that he would be noisy and irritable, so he asked Zidie to engrave the learning content of the master's school in his dream and pass it on to him.

After Cheng Yanding practiced swordsmanship in his dream, he began to practice swordsmanship in reality. Holding that wooden sword, he swung left and right at the edge of the fish pond early in the morning, like a madman.

Although in the dream, his body automatically practiced this set of smooth swordsmanship time and time again, but in reality, manipulating his stiff body, he couldn't perform it at all.

So much so that He Meng, who was patrolling with the big wolf dog, saw him say hello, "Xiao Cheng, you still have this hobby? Could it be influenced by Uncle He, right? Uncle He is also very good at dancing swords."

Cheng Yanding was shocked, it turned out that there are so many masters here, and there is even a powerful Uncle He, "Brother He Meng, who are you talking about, Uncle He?"

"It's the old man with the sword in the square dance crowd, the one with the fluttering white beard, don't be shy, if you also have this hobby, we will never laugh at you, really, if those aunts and sisters see you follow Let's dance swords together, you will die of happiness."

Cheng Yanding: "..."

Wucao, I am the successor of the Taoist sect, not some square dancer and sword dancer.

Although he was misunderstood by ordinary people, as a practitioner, Cheng Yanding felt that he had to stick to the path of practice and move forward with one goal. One day he would be superb in swordsmanship, cultivate the Dao, and embark on the road of slaying demons and demons.

After these few days, even Cheng Yanding, who is not as good at swordsmanship, walks with wind.

When Shen Zhoucheng took Shen Li "home", Cheng Yanding had already practiced with Dao Ling for a few days, and the fact that they became master and apprentice had not been known to others for the time being.

The sparrow spirit is addicted to drinking fat house water, watching dramas and brushing copies every day, and eats some spiritual grains when he has nothing to do, so he doesn't care whether the human Taoist Dao Ling accepts any apprentices, what does it have to do with his sparrow?Xue Zhenqing broadcasts the game of eating chicken every day, or tries to make fancy eggs with Little White Snake, and whether the Taoist leader accepts apprentices has nothing to do with them.

As for Xie Yihao, he is busy with dating and learning cooking skills, and he doesn't care about the elusive Taoist priest. He Shouwu, a thousand-year-old ginseng essence, is addicted to his own nutritional soil in autumn, and he has concocted several new nutrients. Soil, lying in the soil every day is a joy.

……

On the night when Shen Zhoucheng and Shen Ligang "goed home", they had a happy reunion with Grandma Shen for a night, and the next day, they got up early and routinely inspected their property. After all, in the eyes of outsiders, he had already left more than ten years ago God, of course I have to re-check the situation of Qingbi Mountain and the fish pond.

So he got up early in the morning, with a white dumpling in his arms, and two giant chicken legs, and went to the fish pond to check the situation. Now it was almost November, and the ten acres of hairy crabs he raised, It's the fattest season of the year again.

It's almost time to eat hairy crabs.

I remember that Wu Guifang told him before that their hairy crabs this year are still a good year. The hairy crabs are happily playing on the mud in the water. Drooling again in a panic.

Especially when thinking of the fat crab roe and the transparent and crystal crab paste, everything is extremely delicious. Steam a whole hairy crab in a pot, open the crab cover, and scoop up a spoonful of crystal, delicate and slippery crab paste , there is a little rustling feeling in the luster, like eating delicate sand stuffing, but it has such a light, strong and delicious taste, which makes people linger and forget to return. After eating one, I want to eat the second one.

I really want to eat crab paste!

Shen Zhoucheng thought about his hairy crabs, hugged the little white dumpling in his arms, and walked slowly all the way to the fish pond. Along the way, he met a few villagers who got up early and greeted him enthusiastically. "Xiao Shen is finally back?"

"I haven't seen you for several days."

"Your little fox is much more beautiful."

……

Shen Zhoucheng took good care of the sleeping little white fox in his arms, shielded the outside interference, and allowed this little guy to be fully cultivated. After all, it was a little too tired in the past few nights. As a considerate boyfriend , should allow the other party to get adequate rest.

Of course, I also happily let this little Nine-tails sleep in more.

After the other party had a third tail, he really unlocked many new ways, which were very fresh, and both dragons and foxes who were not serious thought it was very interesting.

Touching the head of Xiaobai Tuanzi in his arms, the other party continued to close his eyes comfortably. There was only a very deep line left in the beautiful black eyes. Looking at this beautiful line, Shen Zhoucheng could imagine He couldn't tell how seductive and enchanting those fox eyes were when the other party opened his eyes.

Little vixen, little vixen, why did you let your guard down just because you were a male fox?

Who said the male vixen is not scary?

Shen Zhoucheng walked to the edge of the fish pond, just in time to see a familiar shadow of a person dancing swords by the edge of the fish pond in the open space. All the fish in the fishpond live in the water, otherwise they would probably lose their appetite when they came out of the water and saw this man dancing with a sword.

He hugged the little fox and walked to the other side.

As usual, Cheng Yanding got up diligently to dance the sword every day. Although he didn't dance very well with this set of basic sword skills, after practicing for a few days, Cheng Yanding really felt that he had benefited a bit. His body became stronger, and he vaguely felt a touch of Infuriating existence.

Cheng Yanding was so excited that he practiced even harder. He believed that one day, he would become a master of swordsmanship. Maybe their school was mainly based on swordsmanship.

I really have a spiritual root.

Maybe it's time for Qi training.

"Cheng Yanding, how are you raising fish here these days?"

"Hey, Boss Shen, raising fish? Very good, very good, raising fish is very comfortable." Cheng Yanding nodded happily, and he also found a master here, who also told him to raise fish every day.

Fish farming is cultivation, and cultivation is fish farming.

Mingming's former master said that his daily routine is to meditate and chant scriptures, but after his turn to enter the master's school, why does his daily life become fish farming?

Shen Zhoucheng nodded and asked, "Have you practiced swords before?"

Cheng Yanding couldn't help but think about it, especially in front of ordinary people, although he couldn't reveal this peerless magical skill to ordinary people, but he got a peerless treasure, and it was really itchy not to show it off.

"Boss Shen, do you believe it? There is such a master of swordsmanship in the world, who can throw the sword three or four meters high with just one throw, and connect all the bamboo leaves flying in the sky!!!"