Zhutian: Everything starts from becoming a disciple of Uncle Jiu!

Chapter 19 Uncle Jiu: Are you sure your ancestors have nothing to do with Qin Shihuang?

The next day,

The ninth day of September,

Yizhuang, inside the room.

It was still dark, so Uncle Jiu subconsciously opened his eyes and got up. When he was half-dressed, he was startled: "You still have morning classes today?"

Don't do it anymore,

Zhao Zheng is not here today!

He doesn't even come, but I still do morning classes. Doesn't that mean he still comes? sleep! Uncle Jiu continued to lie on the bed.

After lying down for a while, Uncle Jiu, who was completely sleepless, got up with a dark face. Everyone else was just a disciple, so why did he change when he came to him?

After washing, he went to the Buddhist temple to do morning lessons.

until,

squeak...

The door of Yizhuang was pushed open, and Uncle Jiu breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously. Fortunately, he had done morning lessons today. At the same time, he walked out of the memorial hall and looked at Zhao Zheng strangely.

"Ok?"

It was not until Zhao Zheng summoned a simple magic sword out of thin air in front of him that his eyes widened.

"Yeah! Magic sword!"

"Master..."

After a while, Uncle Jiu, who was sitting at the stone table, looked at the simple magic sword in his hand, then thought about the strange movements of the copper coin sword and peach wood sword last night, and then looked at the Tai'a sword in his hand.

Inexplicable,

He felt outrageous!

It’s so ridiculous that it’s so outrageous!

"You said you dreamed of a group of dead alchemists last night? You killed them again, and then when you woke up, this Tai'a sword appeared in your hand!"

Uncle Jiu repeated it uncertainly. He fell silent slightly after seeing Zhao Zheng nod, and asked the question again: "...Are you sure that your ancestors have nothing to do with Qin Shihuang Ying Zheng?"

"I've looked at it a long time ago. I can't catch up with the family tree!"

Zhao Zheng shook his head. Uncle Jiu frowned and looked at Zhao Zheng for a while before he said, "Have you ever had any other dreams? For example, the dreams said words you didn't understand?"

"That's the dialect!"

"nor."

"..."

Uncle Jiu was silent for a while, handed the Tai'a Sword to Zhao Zheng, stood up and took a step, thinking for a while with his eyes, and then looked at Zhao Zhengdao.

"That's not right!"

After saying that, he paused and said: "I checked you for three times when I was a disciple. If there is any problem, I have already found out..."

Uncle Jiu said for a moment, his eyes showed thinking, and he waved his hands carelessly: "Okay, don't think too much, maybe it was just an accident. After all, things like you have never happened before?"

"Ok?"

"Does your master Bo Shijian know?"

"I heard it from Master."

"It is said! When your master Bo Shijian was born, he was old...his mother had dreamed about the gods of the Lei Department..."

"Ok?"

"...Well, you are big, listen to what I have to say!" Uncle Jiu rolled his eyes and continued: "Then, your master Bo Shijian was born with an innate thunder spirit body, and he has become accustomed to the unparalleled lightning rush in my Maoshan Mountains. Thunder Fist, and the Muchun Technique that can be used both offensively and defensively!"

"I heard you say that Lightning Thunder Fist is nothing more than Mu Chun Dafa?" Zhao Zheng asked knowingly, pretending to be curious, and found Uncle Jiu sitting down and taking out an empty cup.

Zhao Zheng got up and went to the kitchen to fetch hot water, made a pot of tea and poured a cup for Uncle Jiu. Uncle Jiu looked at Zhao Zheng who only poured him tea and did not pour a cup for himself. He helplessly picked up the teapot and poured it for Zhao Zheng. After having a drink, he slowly explained.

"Mu Chun Dafa is different from ordinary spells. In addition to using the wood aura between heaven and earth to condense and attack the enemy, you can also absorb the wood aura between heaven and earth to recover from injuries!"

"One is right and the other is strange? Is there anyone above the great uncle?"

"..."

There is someone underneath him!

Uncle Jiu rolled his eyes, but still explained: "Your master Bo Xian's father is our senior brother who is the current headmaster of Maoshan!"

"I understand, just like Master, you said before that the reason No. 1 Mao is proficient in weapon refining is because his father is the elder of the weapon refining hall!"

"Ahem, as long as you know, why are you talking so much!"

Uncle Jiu almost choked on the tea in his mouth. He glanced at the memorial hall and looked curiously at Zhao Zhengdao, whose expression remained as usual.

"Don't you think it's unfair?"

"good."

"Ok!"

Uncle Jiu showed an expression of satisfaction as if he was a teachable child. Just as he was about to speak, Zhao Zheng said: "After all, compared to most common people, I am quite unfair to them!"

The mayor's son,

Uncle Renfa,

Disciple of Uncle Nine,

This starting point is already very high!

"..."      Where do you come from with so many words!

Uncle Jiu rolled his eyes helplessly. He found that his little apprentice was good at everything, but he was too mature.

The age of eighteen and the heart of twenty-eight.

Although he talks little, when he talks about it, he is full of fallacies, which can sometimes make him confused.

"You..."

Uncle Jiu took a sip of tea, glanced at Wencai who was still sleeping soundly outside the morgue, and couldn't help but think to himself.

"It would be great if these two boys were half as thoughtful as him!"

After thinking about it, he saw Zhao Zheng about to speak, and couldn't help waving his hands in disgust: "Okay, go home quickly to recuperate, and come back when you are healed. By the way, have you read the true meaning of the talisman given to you?"

"See..."

"Okay, is there anything..."

Just as Uncle Jiu was about to speak, he saw Zhao Zheng take out a thick stack of talisman papers from his arms and hand it to him. He subconsciously took it and unfolded it.

He looked blankly at the nearly a hundred kinds of talismans in his hand, raised his head and looked at Zhao Zheng, then looked at the talismans, and repeated this several times.

"Did you draw this?"

"Ok!"

"...No, you...no, I taught you how to draw talismans?" Uncle Jiu looked at Zhao Zheng blankly, and Zhao Zheng nodded.

"You taught me how to draw talismans before!"

"..."

and many more,

Are you sure that's teaching?

Uncle Jiu rubbed his frown, turned over the nearly a hundred kinds of talismans in his hand, and looked at Zhao Zhengdao with confusion and confusion on his face: "No, it has only been one day, and you have learned them all?"

"What? Is there a problem?"

"..."

Do not,

no problem,

No problem at all!

Uncle Jiu shook his head expressionlessly, looking at the talisman paper in his hand that was OK but should not be successful.

That's right,

It just shouldn’t be!

It took only one day to draw all the talismans, so these talismans should not be successful, but these talismans were drawn successfully!

This is unreasonable!

"Is it possible that this kid is more talented than me in the talisman realm?" Uncle Jiu frowned and thought, looking at the talisman paper and then at Zhao Zheng.

"The painting is very good, but stop painting!"

"reason?"

"Ok?"

"...If you don't paint, you won't paint!"

Looking at Uncle Jiu who said "are you master or my master", Zhao Zheng said helplessly. Uncle Jiu glanced at Zhao Zheng with satisfaction and said.

"Come, let me teach you something else!"

"it is good!"

Zhao Zheng followed Uncle Jiu to the study. Uncle Jiu went to the bottom of the bookshelf, took out a tome, about one finger high and said.

"Come, look at this. Whenever you feel like you have a headache, come and find me as your teacher!" Uncle Jiu handed Zhao Zheng a tome with the words "Qi Men·Yin Escape Nine Bureaus" written on it.

Zhao Zheng hesitated for a while, and after taking the tome, Uncle Jiu said: "Okay, go home quickly and recover!"

"Okay, Master!"

Zhao Zheng turned around and left, but before he could leave the study, Uncle Jiu stopped him, making him turn around in confusion.

"What's wrong, Master?"

"...It's okay, let's go!"

Uncle Jiu looked at the two talisman papers in his hand and waved his hands expressionlessly. It wasn't until Zhao Zheng left Yizhuang that he picked up the talisman papers and looked at them expressionlessly.

If he was not blind, these two talismans were originally the same, which meant that this boy... Uncle Jiu took a deep breath.

"calm……"

"calm……"

"I saw it wrong..."

"How can one talisman be separated into two..."

After saying that, he rubbed his palms holding the talisman paper, and the talisman paper turned into powder and disappeared. Just as Uncle Jiu was about to walk out of the study, he heard a click of Taoist heart.

"……calm!"

(End of this chapter)