Taming the Demon: A Guide to Raising a Great Sage

Chapter 27 027, just an iron waste

In the early morning of the next day, Shen Lang dressed neatly and energized, and strode to the county yamen Dianmao.

When he saw Zhu Hu and Lao Zhao, he had a bright face and greeted them without any grievances, as if the indignation in the teahouse yesterday did not exist.

Seeing him like this, although Zhu Hu was relieved, he felt a little lost.

It was as if in Shen Lang, he saw himself many years ago——

The young man is passionate, and when he hears injustice, he is filled with righteous indignation, and he can't wait to draw his sword in anger to cut off all injustice.

But this youthful spirit was soon ruthlessly suppressed by reality, and he had to smooth out his spirit, and walk with the light...

So after an afternoon and a night of thinking, Shen Lang has already recognized the reality and understood the pros and cons?

A boy who is only 17 years old, do you want to be so realistic?

There was a complicated smile on the corner of Zhu Hu's mouth, seeing Shen Lang giggling and greeting his colleagues in the yamen, looking like he wanted to mingle with everyone and make money with harmony, he felt very uncomfortable for a while.

At this time, Lao Zhao hugged his arms and swayed to his side, lowering his voice:
"I think that kid seems to be holding something bad in his heart."

Zhu Hu was startled:
"What do you mean?"

Old Zhao hugged his chest with one hand, and shaved the stubble on his chin with the other, whispering:

"Well... I can't say that I'm holding back 'bad', but I feel that what that kid thinks in his heart is different from what he shows on face."

Zhu Hu was stunned:

"Old Zhao, what are you talking about? Why can't I see it?"

Old Zhao raised his hand and patted Zhu Hu on the shoulder, and said meaningfully:

"Xiao Zhu, you are still young, and your eyelids are still a little shallow. My old Zhao is ten years older than you. I have practiced in Gongmen for more than ten years. I have seen more people and things than you. You can't tell Things, I can see, it's perfectly normal."

Zhu Hu snorted lightly:
"I am ten years older than me, and I have practiced Gongmen for more than ten years, and I don't see how much your martial arts are better than mine. Are you just like me, just a seventh-rank martial artist?"

"Hey, you kid can't accumulate some morals? My old Zhao's family was so poor when he was a child, and when he was thirteen or fourteen years old, he could only get half full. If you can cultivate to the seventh rank, you should admire my talent!"

"..."

After chatting with Lao Zhao for a while, Zhu Hu took Shen Lang to patrol the streets again.

Along the way, Shen Lang was still chatting and laughing with Zhu Hu, just like yesterday morning, this behavior made Zhu Hu feel even more weird.

So yesterday in the teahouse, the boy who shouted at injustice and filled with righteous indignation was just my old Zhu's illusion?

Or is this kid really like what Lao Zhao said, what kind of "badness" is simmering in his heart?
The patrol in the morning was still the same as yesterday, wandering from the street to the end of the alley, and then from the end of the alley to the street, idling like two people who should be sneaking.

At noon, Shen Langhao threw a silver dollar and invited Zhu Hu to have a feast at the restaurant.

During the banquet, Shen Lang repeatedly persuaded him to drink, and every time he did it first as a respect.

When the booze was in full swing, he suddenly asked casually:
"How is Young Master Zhao's martial arts?"

Zhu Hu was slightly taken aback, and glanced at Shen Lang subtly. Seeing that his eyes were the same, only curious, it seemed that the question was purely out of curiosity, so he pondered for a while, and said slowly:

"Although Young Master Zhao seems to be only at the seventh rank of martial arts, you should know that the strength of warriors of the same realm will also vary greatly...Let's put it this way, if I don't use a musket, I can fight him with a knife. Once the recruitment is over, my family can open a banquet to collect money."

"But that's not strong! You have to do ten tricks to beat Brother Zhu...Uh, I'm sorry, Brother Zhu, I'm not saying you're weak, it's just..."

"Okay, okay, I don't need you to comfort me, weak is weak. That's why I want to practice musketry!"

"However, with the family background of Mr. Zhao, I'm afraid that he can spend five yuan a pair of medicinal baths or even more expensive to take a bath when he was young. Defeating Brother Zhu, shows that his talent is far inferior to Brother Zhu."

"Haha, who's to say it's not? Zhao's aptitude for practicing martial arts is extremely blunt. If I had his family background and cultivation resources, I would have already been ranked sixth or even fifth rank. Maybe even fourth rank would have hope." ..."

Anyway, he was drinking and bragging in the private room, and with Shen Lang as the only audience, Zhu Hu was not afraid of being punctured.

It's impossible for someone to deliberately spend a lot of resources to expose his cowhide, isn't it?

Shen Lang sighed:

"The seventh grade of Martial Arts is a big threshold. To practice the method of breathing and breathing in the viscera, resources alone are not enough. If you don't have the understanding, you can't master the advanced breathing method, you can't temper the internal organs, and you can't cultivate your internal strength.

"Even if you try to cultivate your inner strength, it's just a shallow, crude, ordinary and inferior inner strength. If you can barely temper the two meridians of Ren and Du, it would be good to achieve a small cycle of heaven..."

Zhu Hu nodded sympathetically:
"Brother Shen, what you said is correct. In martial arts practice, the strength of the body, the bones, and the strength of the meridians are very important, but the understanding is also indispensable.

"The seventh-rank method of breathing, the sixth-rank mental method of internal strength, the fifth-rank mental method of releasing internal energy, and the fourth-rank mental method of condensing true energy... which one does not require comprehension? The comprehension is not enough, and it is impossible to master it at all. Sophisticated mind.

"Brother, my comprehension is actually enough, but it's a pity that my family background is not good, and I can't learn advanced methods. That's why I haven't been able to 'refine viscera' so far. The bastard surnamed Zhao is neither lacking in cultivation resources nor in depth. Mentality, but root bones and comprehension are all iron waste, my age is about the same, but I haven't even cultivated my internal strength, what a waste of resources..."

After a while of bragging and nonsense, after eating and drinking enough, Shen Lang asked for leave again:

"Brother Zhu, if you have nothing to do in the afternoon, I'll go home and rest! It's too hot this day, my little brother always feels a little nauseous, I'm afraid it's not heatstroke."

Heatstroke?

You drank two catties in one meal, can you not feel sick and want to vomit?
In other words, although you were recommended to work in the yamen by a letter written by Mr. Mu, but you have been working in the past two days, and you have been absent from work. Don't you take the work of the yamen too seriously?

Zhu Hu complained in his heart, and glanced at Shen Lang with a subtle expression, and still agreed to leave without hesitation:
"Since you have heatstroke, go back and have a good rest."

"Hey, thank you for your understanding!"

After leaving the restaurant, Shen Lang went to the pharmacy again, threw 25 silver dollars, and bought five medicated bath packs in one go.

This medicated bath pack is indeed expensive, but the effect is excellent, and it is worth the money, so it doesn't matter if it is expensive.

After buying the medicated bath pack, I went shopping again, wanting to buy a fish tank for the little fish.

In other words, last night—to be precise, it should be around three or four o'clock in the morning this morning—after taking the gunpowder and returning home with Xiao Zhao, Xiaoyu who stayed at home strongly protested.

It protested Shen Lang's eccentricity, and only took cats and no fish when going out for night tours.Protest Xiaozhao's vicious competition against the vicious servant.

In short, he was dissatisfied with Shen Lang for not taking it out.

Shen Lang said, then you are a fish, and you can't get out of the water now, so even if I want to take you out, it's okay, isn't it?
Otherwise, when I go out in the future, I will put you in a big water tank and put you in some fine pen space?
Xiaoyu said no.

It means don't stay in the Dianjingbi space, you have to be like Xiao Zhao, you have to show your head outside, see the scenery outside at any time, and talk to him at any time.

Shen Lang had no choice but to promise that he would buy a fish tank for it today, and try to bring the fish tank with him when he goes out in the future.

No, in order to fulfill his promise, Shen Lang came to the street to find goods.

It's a pity that I went all over the county's streets, no matter whether it was a grocery store or a jewelry store, or a fish stall, or a flower and bird market, but I couldn't find a glass fish tank——

Ordinarily, it is already the age of great voyages, flintlock muskets have also come out, there are still Taoist priests and wizards who are good at refining weapons, and transparent glass should have come out long ago.

The reason why I can't find a glass fish tank may be because glass is still relatively expensive, and no one uses it as a fish tank?

Or maybe Changsheng County is a small place with not many new things?
In short, he didn't buy a glass fish tank, so Shen Hai could only buy a big pottery basin to make up the number.

Although this big pottery basin is opaque, small fish can float their heads out of the water, so it shouldn't be a problem to see the scenery, right?
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