One thought of Acacia, one thought of perseverance

Chapter 8

The next day, everything was normal.The disciples in Guanzhong got up at Maoshi, washed up and began to practice. The content of the exercises was different for the disciples at different stages. Some practiced leg exercises, some practiced horse riding, some practiced swordsmanship, and some practiced boxing.

At the end of the day, breakfast was started, and after breakfast, everyone began to have morning lessons together, including chanting scriptures, congratulations on meritorious deeds, recitation of homework scriptures, and learning new scriptures.

At the middle of Si time, Qingxu Temple opened the mountain gate to receive pilgrims from all over the world.In addition to cooking with a dedicated pyrotechnician, other miscellaneous tasks such as sweeping the floor, carrying water, chopping firewood, doing laundry, and watering the vegetable garden are all done by younger disciples in turn, and are fully arranged by senior brother Qingxuan.

Qing Su is a lively person, responsible for purchasing work, often goes out with Rong Chenzi, and doesn't spend much time in the temple.

When Rong Chenzi got up today, the mussel woke up too.Rong Chenzi couldn't wash up in front of her, so he had to go to the secret room.He casually put the changed clothes on the couch, and accidentally found half a spiritual stick in the tent hung on a golden hook, picked it up and took a look, it was a signed sign, and he wrote a letter: The origin is clear and the future is unknown.

The body of the lottery was folded in the middle, Rong Chenzi guessed that the mussel was messing around again, so he shook his head and put the lottery into his sleeve.

He Mu didn't make any trouble, just sat quietly on Luohan's bed and waited for him to finish dressing.Rong Chenzi came out neatly dressed, seeing her obediently sitting on the couch, he asked kindly: "Are you hungry? I'll send some food, it's still early, you go on sleeping."

The clam shook its head: "My eyes hurt, I can't eat."

Rong Chenzi shook his head: "What do you want to do again?"

He Mu laughed so hard that the corners of his mouth turned into pods: "I'll watch you practice!"

On the training ground in the back mountain, Rong Chenzi was well-dressed, dignified, and well-behaved, followed by a bouncing clam.All the disciples bowed to him together, and he nodded, signaling Qingxuan to arrange for everyone to practice today's lesson.

Qingxuan was very familiar with the situation of each disciple, and quickly arranged their homework.There are only nine disciples of the Qing generation left on the practice field.Rong Chenzi taught them swordsmanship personally, and these nine disciples have been with him the longest. Although their skills are not yet perfect, their foundations are already very solid.

Rong Chenzi's master, Taoist Master Zixin, didn't like to accept disciples before, he only accepted three close disciples, but Rong Chenzi was quite destined to be a teacher, and he meant to carry forward the concept of Qingxu.

There are many iron chain piles one person high next to the training ground, which are the places where students usually practice lower hand kung fu.Now the clam was sitting on an iron chain between two stakes.She was also dishonest while sitting, her two little feet were swinging back and forth, and the ringing between her feet was as clear as birdsong.

At that time, the sky was not yet dawn, and the vision was still a little hazy. Rong Chenzi and Qingxuan practiced swords, and occasionally looked up, and saw her winding skirt and long hair in the light night, like a nine-day fairy.

As if aware of Rong Chenzi's gaze, she turned her head and looked over. Rong Chenzi shifted his gaze calmly, and the wooden sword in his hand quickly changed his move, stabbing Qingxuan's wrist quickly, and with the momentum, Qingxuan only felt a pain in his wrist, and a long stick in his hand The sword is gone.

The whole move is as smooth as clouds and flowing water, with almost no flaws.Only he himself knew that the strength shouldn't be that heavy.Normally, Qingxuan would only feel numbness in his wrist, not pain.

After a while, Fuya also came to the training ground. Apart from witchcraft, she was also good at using a staff.Wearing a red short dress today, it is also lively and bright.Ever since the big river clam got the blood pupil technique, Rong Chenzi has been a little lukewarm towards her, but because of the lack of real evidence, he didn't turn his face.

He is a cautious person, so he sent Qing Su down the mountain to investigate the situation, and this Fu Ya naturally stayed by his side for easy monitoring, so as to avoid further troubles.

Rong Chenzi was teaching his disciples, Fu Ya came to Da He Mu, who was sitting on the iron chain, much taller than her, she needed to look up at her: "Who the hell are you?"

The big river clam swayed its little feet over her head, but she didn't hear it.Fuya was a little bit impatient, she was considered a top-notch expert in the Wumen, and she knew something about evil things, but it was the first time in her life that she encountered such a situation: "You also came here for the fairy meat, right? Isn't it?" She lowered her voice, meaning to discuss, "Since the purpose is the same, why not cooperate."

He Mu didn't know whether he was disdainful or too lazy to answer, but Rong Chenzi hurried over.

"Blessings are boundless." He first bowed to Fu Ya, which was considered polite, and then habitually lowered his voice by two tones when talking to He Mu: "The dining hall made fried rice cakes, go back to the room Let's eat."

"Fried rice cakes! Ge Laozi, I want to eat fried rice cakes!!" The clam on the iron chain cheered, her eyes narrowed, she swung on the iron chain, and landed on the ground lightly like a butterfly. Still jumping up and down, I went to the temple.

Rong Chenzi shook his head, then turned to talk to Fu Ya.Fu Ya intends to inquire about the origin of the clam spirit, but Rong Chenzi just changed the subject without mentioning it.

At noon, He Mu beat a little Taoist priest named Qing Yun again.The disciple had no choice but to run to find Rong Chenzi.Rong Chenzi was divination for a pilgrim at that time, when he heard the news, he hurried to the dining hall and stood in front of He Mu with a serious face: "What happened again?!"

The mussel was still aggrieved, and grabbed his sleeve corner: "Zhiguan! Damn Ge, this little Taoist priest is so ignorant!! He gave out passion fruit, two for others, and only one for me!! "

Qing Yun covered her panda's eyes with a bitter face: "That's because odd numbers in the heavenly stems and earthly branches are yang, and even numbers are yin, so the ones sent to female believers are odd numbers, and the principle of complementing yin and yang."

This river clam doesn't care about these things, and immediately took the case: "Anyway, it's not enough to give less!!"

Qing Yun still wanted to argue, Rong Chenzi was silent for a long time, and finally asked: "You hit him... because of this?"

He Peng was confident and confident: "Of course, Ge Laozi, I'm not an unreasonable person, would I beat people casually?! Rong Chenzi, judge the reason, should he hit people?"

The veins on Rong Chenzi's forehead exploded, and he wanted to get angry when he slammed the table.He Mu hurriedly touched his eyes.

Rong Chenzi took a deep breath, and stood in front of the table for a long time. After a long time, he turned around and took two more passion fruits from the Qingxuan table to He Mu. He was silent for a long time before nodding affirmatively: "It's time to hit."

Heceng took the two fruits and was satisfied: "It's better to understand and reason."

Qing Yun wanted to say more, Rong Chen stretched out his hand to stop him, looked down at the mussel gnawing on the fruit, and sighed after watching for a long time: "Forget it." He shook his head, and said again, "Forget it."

It's like persuading Qing Yun, more like persuading himself.

……

The little Taoist priests ate blankly, Qingxuan put a piece of yam slices into the bowl as if nothing had happened, and said softly like a god: "I just said that the master's coming is not going to help, how about it?"

Afterwards, the people of Qingxu Temple will understand that the master is strict, but in front of this tripod, even a strict master has no integrity...

(End of this chapter)