Chapter 34

In the evening, the hall and the eight immortals table were full of pork dishes. Braised, blanched, steamed, white cut.

"Younger martial brother, your skill is good." Yang Xuan put a piece of pork in his mouth, tasted it, chewed it a few times, and his eyes brightened.

"My apprentice is a little good. He cooks well. Others, tut tut Tut," his four eyes shook their head.

"Brother Xuan, I've eaten two bowls. I didn't have that much appetite before." Ren Tingting touched her flat stomach.

"So, you don't have to worry about how much I eat and how bad it will be. After all, it takes a lot of money to practice Chinese martial arts. Otherwise, how can there be such a saying that people who didn't have any assets in ancient times can't afford to practice Chinese martial arts. Even if they can't keep up with the progress and speed of forced cultivation, they will be weak or dead. Martial uncle, if you practice together with Jiale, you should also practice Chinese martial arts Make a good sum. " Yang Xuan said.

The implication of Yang Xuan's words is to let the four eyes calculate whether they have enough money to buy materials. Please save the master's money. Yang Xuan can be, and also need herbs and meat.

"Master, what are you talking about, what national art, what cultivation?" Jiale listened with a blank face.

"Jiale, you know what? When Shifu went to drive away the corpse this time, he met a fierce man who jumped the corpse with a hard bar. Later, the fierce man knew that there were people around him, so he made a quick decision and cut the jumped corpse in half with an axe." When four eyes recall, they still look shocked.

Having studied the Jiale of Maoshan, of course, you know what level the jumping corpse is. Your eyes are straight. "Master, didn't you encounter the jumping corpse when you were young?"

"Nonsense, at that time, Taoism was still shallow. I ran directly and almost couldn't come back." The four eyes couldn't help remembering.

"Master, do you know that fierce man? What happened later?" Jiale said strangely. Young people like these people with excellent martial arts.

"Hey, that fierce man is far away and near." Four eyes glanced at Yang xuandao. "Elder martial brother, you are so powerful. I remember the master said that ordinary peach wood sword is just itching for jumping corpses." Jiale worshipped at a glance.

"Hehe, it's OK. At that time, I got lost and met a personal shadow. I thought it was a person and planned to ask for directions. Unexpectedly, it was a zombie, which scared me to death." Yang Xuan said modestly.

"Jiale, ah Xuan is a rare talent in our Maoshan sect who practices martial arts and martial arts together. What we discussed tonight is that you and I both practice martial arts. Your martial uncle and two disciples have already practiced martial arts and achieved good results." Four eyes drank a beer.

Everyone ate and drank together. Yang Xuan also began to explain the principles of Chinese martial arts and his own experience. By the way, he found a manuscript of Baji boxing and gave it to two teachers and disciples. They asked them to study it and ask themselves. In fact, Yang Xuan planned to let Tingting teach them. After all, Yang Xuan was very lazy.

"The rest of the family music is done. Let's go to rest first. Good night, martial uncle." Yang Xuan hugged Tingting and staggered back to the wing room. After returning to the wing room, he took out a super large wooden bucket from the storage space. There was already hot water in it. Yang Xuan was slow in everything, but one thing was better, that is, he liked to make a few preparations no matter what he did, and he liked to be well prepared, even if he couldn't use it.

Yang Xuan firmly believes that he would rather not use it than not use it when he uses it.

The whole house was covered by the power. Although the defense was average, it was better than the first-class sound insulation effect. Take off all your clothes, lie in the bucket and say, "Tingting, take a bath." Tingting, who has been eaten n times, is not ambiguous. She takes off her clothes and climbs into the barrel. Next, there was another hearty battle. (10000 words omitted).

Next day

Shit, still sleeping. "Martial uncle gets up and basks in the sun."

"What's the noise? People can't sleep in the morning." there was a reluctant response in the room. After a rustle, four eyes came out with a black face.

"Martial uncle, you can't practice martial arts like this, but you have to practice three or nine times in winter and three volts in summer. You're so lazy, you can't." Yang Xuan pretended to be suffering from heart disease.

At this time, Jiale suddenly said, "master next door, they're coming." His face became darker and he said to Jiale, "say I'm not feeling well." "This is how these two people meet," Jiale said helplessly. Yang Xuan understands that the plot has started again. He hasn't asked martial uncle for the secret script of corpse control yet. Alas.

Jiale warmly welcomed them in. "Master, Qingqing, come in and sit down".

"Yesterday, I heard that you were very busy here, but it was too late. You didn't come here. Your master came back." The monk said.

"I've come back and said I'm a little uncomfortable," Jiale said foolishly. "Then I'll see him," the monk said with concern.

When the monk came to the door and was ready to knock, there was a voice from the inside, "no need."

The monk reluctantly walked back, and the Taoist priest was pretending to be hypocritical again.

When I saw two young people sitting on the bamboo chair, I couldn't help asking Jiale, "who are these two?" Jiale said, "master, let me introduce you. This is my elder martial uncle's disciple and my elder martial brother. This girl is my elder martial brother's wife. Come to us to cultivate for a while."

"Elder martial brother and sister-in-law, this is master Yixiu. This is the master's disciple, Qingqing." Jiale introduced each other. The four are known.

"Since the master and Qingqing happen to be here, let's have breakfast together. Anyway, I burn a lot." Jiale said enthusiastically.

"Well, let's eat together, master. Qingqing is welcome." Yang Xuan is familiar with Taoism.

"That's so funny," Yi Xiu said.

Jiale dragged two people to the canteen.

At this time, the hypocritical ghost opened the door and came out.

"Didn't you say you were uncomfortable?" A good rest.

"You can't eat breakfast if you're uncomfortable," four eyes clamored. After seeing a rest, the style of the whole person changed, and now he looks like a problem teenager.

"Can eat, can eat, can eat." I have no choice.

"Tingting, let's go and help Jiale. Let them talk about their own." Yang xuandao.

Wait, it's estimated that the four purpose ass will be served by cactus. As a martial nephew, I can't help it. I'm still out of sight. This old boy, I've seen him shrink and don't like it.

"Tingting, let's eat." Yang Xuan looked at Jiale and Qingqing busy, burning firewood and so on.

Yang Xuan grew up in a small town. She lives in a commercial house. She has never burned firewood and can't do it at all. Ren Tingting can't do it even more. She is a charming young lady.

"Elder martial brother, why don't you go and help me cut some firewood? I ran out of firewood when I burned pork yesterday, and forgot to cut it in the morning." when the fire was half done, Jiale felt empty.

"No problem," Yang Xuan said. Yang Xuan cuts firewood and Tingting carries firewood. This is also exercise.

"Jiale, your sister-in-law is so powerful. The firewood is so heavy. She hasn't sweated at all for so many times." Qingqing touches jialedao.

"I heard from my senior brother that my senior sister-in-law has just practiced martial arts. Her family is also very rich. Because she has a good relationship with my senior brother, she doesn't do it. She runs out with my senior brother to exercise and cultivate herself." Jiale told Qingqing everything he knew.

"No wonder, the temperament is like a daughter," said Qingqing with a little envy. Gradually, the fire burning speed couldn't catch up with Yang Xuan's firewood cutting speed. When all the firewood had been done earlier, the kitchen was also full of chopped firewood, with the same thickness as the root, and the crack was very flat without burrs, indicating that the firewood chopper's control over strength had reached the point of perfection.