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

Chapter 7 Uncle Jiu: I understand, something is wrong with you!

"I was careless, and what I did just now doesn't count!"

Qiu Sheng stood up quickly from the ground, rubbed his chest and looked at Zhao Zheng. Seeing Zhao Zheng nodding, he couldn't help but put on a posture.

"Come!"

"it is good!"

Zhao Zheng nodded, and when he saw Qiu Sheng charging towards him with a fist, he turned slightly sideways, but found that he couldn't keep up with his reaction, and then used his palm to grab the fist.

Using his strength, Zhao Zheng looked helplessly at Qiu Sheng, who was stronger than him and couldn't catch him, and grabbed his hands and knees.

"Well done!"

Qiu Sheng laughed, took advantage of the situation to grab Zhao Zheng's arms tightly, and kicked his legs back. The legs were heavy and heavy. Zhao Zheng's expression did not change, he raised his feet sideways and kicked his calves, and pinched his waist with his hands.

bang...

No,

This is my little junior brother!

Qiu Sheng looked at the sky in confusion, quickly got up, glared at Zhao Zhengdao: "I didn't dodge just now, come again!"

"it is good!"

Bang!

"Hey, I still don't believe it!"

Bang!

"Come again, don't make a sneak attack!"

Bang!

"Fuck, use your palms!"

Bang!

bang bang bang...

Wen Cai on the side was dumbfounded, and Qiu Sheng, who was in a state of disarray, looked at the sky in confusion and doubt of life.

Uncle Jiu in the study closed the window silently, with a complicated expression on his face. Qiu Sheng didn't understand how he lost, but he could see it.

It's not because Zhao Zheng is strong and fast. On the contrary, compared with Qiu Sheng, Zhao Zheng's strength and speed are far behind, but Zhao Zheng wins by predicting the enemy's opportunity.

No, it should be said that Zhao Zheng won the tedious changes in Youlong Baguazhang. He understood the changes in Bagua better than Qiu Sheng.

"This kind of understanding and memory, oh, I almost forgot that this kid said that he has a photographic memory..."

Uncle Jiu sighed, the only shortcoming was that Zhao Zheng was too ruthless, and several times he attacked Qiu Sheng's vital points. Fortunately, Zhao Zheng stopped in time.

"Oh, this should be what he said about learning martial arts from a wandering murderer. No wonder he was so ruthless..."

Thinking of what Zhao Zheng had said to him during the previous chat, Uncle Jiu nodded, relieved, and looked at the densely packed books on the desk with a headache.

"Master...don't blame the apprentice for disturbing your happiness...but the apprentice really doesn't know how..." Uncle Jiu muttered to himself.

Looking at the magic basin on the side, he took seals and recited the incantation, and used the technique of transmitting sounds from thousands of miles away. An hour later, Uncle Jiu was full of energy. He opened the door of the study with a smile and looked at Zhao Zheng, who was fighting against two.

"Okay, stop practicing, come here, let me explain to you the questions you had before..."

About half an hour later, the smile on Uncle Jiu's face disappeared, and he was just calm. He pointed at the door and said with care.

"I'm tired of being a teacher!"

"Oh……"

bang...

It wasn't until Zhao Zheng went out that Uncle Jiu had a headache, rubbed his frown, and sighed: "Drinking will make things worse, it will make things worse..."

Looking at the magic pot on the side, Uncle Jiu gritted his teeth and used the Thousand Miles of Sound Transmission Technique again. But just as he was using it, before the picture could condense, he heard his master's voice cutting off along with the technique.

"roll!"

"Oh……"

……

time flies,

Seven days passed,

The eighth day of September,

Yizhuang,

In the study.

Uncle Jiu looked at Zhao Zheng with a dark face: "You bastard, you really dare to spread your kung fu. You are not afraid of death. Just let your kung fu go..."

"Master, I am done!"

Zhao Zheng showed a smile, and Uncle Jiu was stunned when he heard it, and frowned: "What a success, look at how you look like a consumption ghost now!"

"One hundred and one rays of mana, done!"

Zhao Zhengyan said briefly and comprehensively. Uncle Ninth was stunned for a while and looked at Zhao Zhengdao: "What, you said one hundred and one rays of mana?"

No,

How did you cultivate it!

"Yes, one hundred and one wisps!"

After seven days of exploration, Zhao Zheng finally cultivated the 101st ray of mana while successfully dispersing his kung fu last night.

Beyond a hundred days of foundation building,

But it did not achieve the goal of refining Qi!

"..."

No,

There is no reason!

Uncle Jiu's face was full of confusion. He also asked his master this question. His master said that someone had tried it, but it didn't work.

No matter how you practice your magic power, it will condense into one force at the 100th ray and step into the realm of refining and refining the energy.

"How did you succeed?" "Suppression!"

"..."

Looking at Uncle Jiu's face, Zhao Zheng asked doubtfully: "Why, can't the realm be suppressed? Is my thinking wrong?"

"...That's right!"

but,

Something's wrong with you!

He had never heard that a hundred-day foundation could be suppressed. Uncle Jiu frowned and reached out to grab Zhao Zheng's arm and began to explore. He couldn't help but glare at the damaged meridians in Zhao Zheng's body.

"Look at how damaged your meridians are!"

Saying that, when Uncle Jiu saw the one hundred and one strands in Zhao Zheng's meridian...wait, why is it one hundred and two strands?

Until he saw Zhao Zheng's one hundred and two rays of magic power operating according to the Qingdadong Scripture on Maoshan Mountain, he said in confusion.

"Are you practicing?"

"Yup!"

"You can practice while standing like this?"

"Why, master, can't you do it?"

"..."

No, this is not a matter of whether it will work or not;

There's something wrong with you,

you have a problem!

There's a big problem!

Uncle Jiu checked carefully and after confirming that Zhao Zheng's meridians were only slightly damaged and his body was a little deficient, he still couldn't help but said: "How can you practice without meditating!"

"???"

Zhao Zheng's eyes were confused, and he looked at Uncle Jiu in confusion and said: "After the magic power is cultivated, won't they move on their own? Let them move according to the lines!"

It’s not just about practicing while standing,

Now he is practicing while walking, sitting or lying down!

"..."

understood,

I'm dreaming!

The inner demon must be the inner demon!

Uncle Jiu's expression changed, he held the Jingxin Seal with his hand, recited the Supreme Heart-Protecting Mantra, pointed at the center of his eyebrows and shouted loudly.

"Break it for me!"

After finishing, Uncle Jiu only saw Zhao Zheng looking at him with a frown, the same look as when he looked at Wen Cai and looked stupid.

"you……"

"I didn't see anything!"

Zhao Zheng shook his head, no, Zhao Blind shook his head.

"..."

Uncle Jiu took a deep breath and kept thinking that this was his apprentice. After he was injured and treated, he said: "Tell me, master, how you made the magic power flow according to the line!"

"that is……"

"...So, your mana will work on its own, just like you think you can cultivate the 102nd ray of mana, you think you can do it? Do you think your idea is right?"

"What, I was wrong?"

"No, you're right!"

I'm wrong!

I shouldn't have accepted you as my disciple!

Uncle Jiu looked at the cracks in Dao's heart. He endured the physical discomfort and wrote out the prescription and handed it to Zhao Zheng: "Go get the medicine yourself and recuperate at home. When the injury is healed, come to Yizhuang. By the way, this is for you." You, I will ask you questions when the time comes!"

Uncle Jiu handed Zhao Zheng the Maoshan Talisman on the bookshelf and waved his hand like he was shooing away flies. Zhao Zheng called Master goodbye and left.

Uncle Jiu waved his hand and closed the door. A stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He quickly sat cross-legged on the ground and recited the Huangting Sutra.

"This kid...has a problem..."

wrong,

Maybe there's something wrong with me!

Ok?

Something's wrong with me!

Uncle Jiu's eyes widened and he closed them quickly, reciting the Huangting Sutra and no longer thinking about Zhao Zheng. No, he did not have Zhao Zheng as his disciple.

Outside Yizhuang.

Zhao Zheng, who said goodbye to Wen Cai, looked back at Yizhuang in confusion, and touched his chin out of habit, his eyes showing thinking.

"I was wrong?"

Do not,

impossible,

My thinking is correct!

"Cultivation talks about idealism. My ideas are both scientific and idealistic. The theory exists and the practical results are there. How could I be wrong!"

Zhao Zheng shook his head, continued walking, and quickly walked to the street. He quickly came to the pharmacy, grabbed the medicine, and walked towards his home.

(End of this chapter)