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Chapter 285: Uncle Simu's Gift, Grandmaster's Diary

evening.

Just after dinner, Master Uncle Simu called Hong Chen into the small room.

Taoist Priest Simu often travels to see off clients, and Yizhuang is a must-go place on his business route, just like a service area on a highway.

Although the customer will not be tired and does not need to refuel, Taoist Simu needs it.

There is only a bed and a table in the small room.

Uncle Simu entered the room first, then turned sideways and waved at Hong Chen with a sneaky look on his face.

Hong Chen looked at him strangely. He widened his eyes anxiously, stared and pursed his lips, and his expression became more exaggerated.

Hong Chen took a step forward, and he immediately grabbed Hong Chen's shoulders and dragged him into the room impatiently. Then he closed the door with a clang that was faster than lightning, and then inserted the wooden bolt. His movements were quick and agile, and he did it in one go.

"Uncle Master, you called me uuuu..."

As soon as Hong Chen opened his mouth, his mouth was covered. Taoist Simu bent down and stared into his eyes, with his index finger raised to his mouth.

Hong Chen blinked, understood, and nodded slightly.

A smile broke out on Simu's face. He rubbed his head with satisfaction, then turned around and sat on the bed.

He grabbed his cloth bag and reached into it to search for a while.

Suddenly his eyes lit up and he looked at Hong Chen.

Then, under Hong Chen's particularly curious gaze, he took out a brush from the cloth bag.

The dark brown pen body is covered with crisscrossing marks of use of varying depths, but the hairs at the front end are still clear and full.

Hong Chen's eyes suddenly lit up. He suddenly remembered that when they parted last time, Uncle Simu had asked him if there was anything he wanted. At that time, the brush Hong Chen used to draw talismans had lost a lot of hair due to too much practice, so he said at the time: It would be best to have a brush that would never shed hair.

I didn’t expect that Master Simu’s execution ability is so strong.

But it's just a brush, is it necessary to be so sneaky?
So he immediately looked at Master Simu to ask.

Simu held the brush horizontally in front of Hong Chen.

There are two seal characters engraved and gilded on the top of the pen.

A large number of Maoshan Sect's classics are written in ancient Chinese, and Hong Chen has already learned to read and write seal script over the years.

The two words in front of me are: [Qingfeng]

Hong Chen frowned.

Taoist Simu couldn't help but sigh in disappointment.

Then, he turned his hand, grasped the brush, and pointed his left hand at the brush with his sword-like finger.

While the spiritual energy was being transferred, his right hand quickly drew in the air.

[This is the brush that my master has used for almost his entire life.]

Hong Chen's face was immediately filled with astonishment.

If he remembered correctly, the master once said that the great master had passed away many years ago. Hong Chen was a little sad at that time, but the master immediately said that the great master was currently working in the underworld, eating and drinking well every day, and living a more comfortable life than when he was alive.

Hong Chen raised his eyebrows: Where did it come from?

Uncle Simu wrote: Is it important?

Hong Chen was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help but take a breath: Did you dig up your master's grave?
Uncle Simu glared and said: Nonsense, how could I do such a heinous thing?
Hong Chen leaned his upper body back, tilted his head and squinted his eyes.

Uncle Simu rolled his eyes at him and wrote: Your master's tomb was never sealed, so there is no need to dig it up.

Hong Chen widened his eyes in surprise: Is this a question of whether it was shoveled or not?
Uncle Simu: Stop talking nonsense! Just tell me whether you want it or not!
Hong Chen suddenly stretched out his claws, and the brush immediately fell into his hand.

It feels slightly cool to the touch and feels quite heavy between the fingers.

At the same time, a clear air suddenly seeps out from the pen, rushes quickly along the arm into the brain, making the mind clear and the spirit peaceful.

Good pen!

Hong Chen nodded with satisfaction and bowed silently to Master Uncle Simu.

However, Uncle Simu immediately dragged him up and continued pointing into the bag.

Hong Chen blinked rapidly.

I can’t believe what Uncle Simu took from my master’s “home”.

If this were discovered by other uncles and senior masters, Uncle Simu would probably be beaten to death!
Soon, Master Uncle Simu took out three more things in succession.

A copper coin with a thick and smooth patina that could reflect light, a bell with the same mottled surface, and a book with a very old gray cover.

Master Simu hooked his finger and Hong Chen handed over the brush.

He wrote: This copper coin is a remarkable magical tool. It is the perfect medium for casting all kinds of spells. Even if you don't know how to use it, you can kill imps or ordinary zombies by just throwing it out.

Hong Chen smiled with satisfaction.
Uncle Simu wiped off the above words with a wave of his hand and wrote again: This bell is also a relic of your master. Although the bell tongue is gone, it still has the effect of warding off evil spirits. You can find a bell tongue yourself and install it on it.

Hong Chen nodded slightly.

Uncle Simu: This book is amazing. I originally only wanted to take the brush, copper coins and bells, but I didn't expect this book to be included. Hong Chen raised his eyebrows.

Uncle Simu handed the book over.

After taking it, Hong Chen couldn't wait to open it and check it out. After just a few glances, he took a deep breath again.

Turn the pages quickly until the end.

After closing the book, Hong Chen looked at Master Simu, his eyes were so bright that they seemed to glow, and his expression was full of emotion.

This book is not a secret book, but to Hong Chen it is more important than a secret book.

It is the master’s diary!
Not only does it contain experiences and insights on the practice and use of various spells or talismans, but it also contains what the master saw and heard when he came down the mountain and traveled around the world, including but not limited to ways to deal with all kinds of strange things.

Even the Lightning Thunder Fist that Hong Chen had always wanted to see was among them.

There is no doubt that this thin, tattered book is a treasure countless times more valuable than the other three items!

Hong Chen thought about it, shook his head slightly, handed the diary back, and signaled with his eyes: Uncle Master, I think it will be more useful in your hands than in mine.

The practice of the Maoshan School seems to have some similarities with the martial arts of the past, but in fact the essence of the two belongs to two completely different tracks.

In three years, Hong Chen has actually learned very little.

This diary was to him what a primary school student was to a university math textbook.

Although the level and value of knowledge are indeed much higher, but... it's not appropriate!
There is a price to pay for a small horse pulling a big cart.

unexpectedly.

Uncle Simu pushed his glasses with his middle finger, pinched Hong Chen's face with a look of satisfaction, and wrote: This book, my master, uncle, and uncle and I have stolen many times before...

He had just finished writing the word "steal" when Simu was stunned for a moment. He quickly picked up the pen and wrote the word "look".

Hong Chen: “…”

At this moment, there was a sudden sound like ghosts howling outside the house.

Uncle Simu waved his hand to disperse all the writings, stuffed the brush into Hong Chen's hand, and whispered in his ear: "Be careful, don't let your master see them, and remember to wrap them in a shell later."

After saying that, he patted Hong Chen on the shoulder and walked out with big strides.

Soon, he was heard yelling, "Aiya! You two little bastards! Why are you playing with my clients instead of doing something else!!"

Hong Chen hid the thing in his arms, turned around and went out, only to see zombies jumping around in the yard. Qiu Sheng, wearing a zombie costume, was shouting for help, and Wen Cai was shivering with a bitter face full of wrinkles.

He couldn't help but sigh.

These two senior brothers are so bad that it’s hard to describe.

Hong Chen grabbed the corpse-suppressing talisman that he had drawn when he was practicing on the table, took a big step forward, used the force to fly into the air, and pounced on the group of zombies.

As he moved swiftly and swiftly, his body was like flowing water that could penetrate every hole, yet also like a gentle breeze that could hardly be caught.

A number of talismans were pasted on the zombies' foreheads.

Soon, Master Simu's dear customers stopped in the yard in various strange postures.

"Good boy, you have pretty good skills!" Uncle Simu clapped happily.

Uncle Jiu held Qiu Sheng and Wencai by the collars and smiled reservedly when he heard the words.

"Okay, brother, the weather is good, I have to set off." They looked at the sun that was about to set in the sky.

Uncle Jiu tried to persuade him, "You've been traveling for such a long time, why don't you rest until tomorrow night?"

Simu shook his head: "Deliver it earlier, so I can take another order later. I am worried about leaving that brat Jiale at home alone."

"Alright." Uncle Jiu nodded, "Ah Chen, see your uncle off."

"Okay, Master."

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai also said quickly: "Master Uncle, let us see you off too."

Uncle Jiu's eyes were stern: "Humph! You all kneel down in front of the Grandmaster, and you are not allowed to go to bed until you finish copying a book tonight!"

Hong Chen took out Master Simu's cloth bag from the small room and sent him and his clients out the door.

The two looked at each other and smiled in tacit understanding.

Simu: "Will you go out with me next time?"

Hong Chen grinned with joy: "Okay, Uncle Master. I'll wait for you to pick me up."

"Ok!" Simu turned his back and gestured casually.

After watching the team disappear at the end of the road, Hong Chen quickly closed the door of the charity cemetery and turned around and said, "Master, I'm going back to my room to practice!"

"Go ahead. Remember to call me when you're hungry. I'll ask Wencai to make you a midnight snack."

"Okay, thank you Master!"

After entering the room, Hong Chen climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged. He couldn't wait to open his master's diary. He found the part about Lightning Thunder Fist with a clear goal and began to read it carefully.

(End of this chapter)