Xiong Da sat on the steps holding the Xiong Soul Tiger Yuandan and fell into deep thought.
He was afraid that this was Jiang Yang's trick again.
But tell him intuitively.
It's not like that either.
What can Qingyuan observe?
Another change of manager, and another special trip to tell him the news.
And he also came back with a bottle of elixir.
It doesn’t make sense!
Just as I was thinking about it, there was a sound behind me.
Xiong Da looked back and saw that idiot Xiong Er was carrying a water tank and running all over the yard, making people jump around.
As soon as he came out, Xiong Er saw the small jade bottle in Xiong Da's hand, and his eyes flashed golden: "Xiong Da, Xiong Da, I want to eat it."
Soon enough, Xiong Da uncorked the bottle, opened his mouth and swallowed the elixir into his stomach!
Xiong Er stopped where he was, his mouth was flat, and he was about to cry...
Xiong Er felt wronged, but Xiong Er didn't say anything.
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Qingyuan Temple, backyard.
It was quiet and peaceful.
Chu Ling'er was wearing a goose-yellow floral skirt, with two raised little knots tied behind her head. She was lying lazily on a wicker chair, with a book covering her face and lazily basking in the sun.
She is not someone who likes to get involved.
In the past, becoming a saint in Jiuxiao Sect was forced by circumstances.
Now that I have worshiped the Qingyuan Temple, everything has to start from scratch.
She wants to do it according to her own temperament.
As for cultivation, just keep it in mind.
Master has also said that cultivation cannot be rushed and must be done in a balanced manner between work and rest.
"Senior Sister Chu, when will you teach me the cultivation method?"
Cui Ru, a new disciple, had just finished carrying a tank of water, limping to Chu Ling'er, and asked breathlessly.
It has been a while since I visited Qingyuan Temple. On weekdays, I am either chopping wood or carrying water, doing laundry, or even cooking.
In short, it cannot be said that what you do is not related to cultivation.
All I can say is, it has nothing to do with it!
This gave him an illusion.
He came here not as a disciple, but as a slave.
What's even more annoying is that there are still people supervising the work every day.
This is very different from what Chu Ling'er said to coax him to go up the mountain.
She said that Qingyuan Temple has a supreme secret method that can help disabled people rebuild their spiritual roots and regain their spiritual path.
"What's the rush?"
Chu Ling'er opened the book covering her face and glanced at Cui Ru: "It's still early for you to get started. You still need more practice. Go chop wood and make lunch by the way."
Chu Linger waved her hands.
Since Cui Ru went up the mountain, Chu Ling'er felt that her delicate little hands were slowly recovering again.
White and tender!
If you serve Master in the future, you will not be disliked by Master.
As for Cui Ru’s idea of cultivating.
Chu Linger could only say sorry in her heart.
It's not that she doesn't want to teach, it's that the master won't let her.
He was not allowed to teach Cui Ru anything about cultivation, especially Tai Chi.
As Master’s caring little cotton-padded jacket, how could I disobey Master!
Cui Ru once again asked his senior sister to teach him but to no avail, so he angrily went to chop firewood.
One word:
Tolerate!
He has a deep hatred, and if he can't practice, he won't be able to avenge him!
If we can't overcome this little difficulty right now, why bother confronting the Emperor of Xishu?
One day, he will stand in the palace of Western Shu and take off the emperor's head to commemorate his blind eyes and broken leg!
He raised the ax with both hands and slashed hard!
Click!
There was a crisp sound.
The ax head was deeply embedded in the wooden pile. He struggled to get the ax head out, raised it again, and struck down again.
After repeating this for several rounds, the wooden pile finally snapped in half.
Chu Ling'er was disturbed by others and lost the leisure and elegance of taking a nap.
She turned slightly sideways, crossed her legs, and looked at Cui Ru, who was chopping firewood hard at the side: "Junior brother, senior sister wants to ask you something. I heard that you stand in front of the Meridian Gate every day, scolding the emperor of Western Shu for being fatuous, and even
Several poems satirized him, is this true?"
"Of course there is, that old emperor deserves to be scolded!" Cui Ru's eyes were fierce.
Isn't it just that he doesn't agree to be his son-in-law?
"Then why didn't the old emperor kill you with one blow and let you curse in front of the Meridian Gate and ruin his reputation?"
Cui Ru stopped what he was doing: "I want to know!"
"Um."
Chu Ling'er was just a little curious.
"Teach me how to practice and I will tell you!"
"Hey, I have a bad temper!" Chu Linger immediately rolled up his sleeves and taught Cui Ru a lesson.
The plot was all laid on my fellow senior sister.
Before Chu Ling'er could continue to speak, he heard Cui Ru sneer.
Then he said: "Cui is not talented. He was a Jinshi who passed three rankings. In his early years, he studied at Pilgrim Academy. If he dares to kill me, wouldn't he confirm his reputation as a mediocre person? Furthermore, he cannot afford to offend the world.
First Academy!”
"Hey, I didn't expect that you are still a student of Pilgrimage Academy? Why didn't you let those old masters teach you the method of cultivation?"
Hearing this, a bitter smile appeared on Cui Ru's lips, he shook his head and said: "Cui has no spiritual roots and is judged to be unable to practice. Even the master of the academy has nothing to do."
"If it hadn't been for hearing that my senior sister was reshaped and resumed her spiritual practice after her spiritual roots were damaged, Cui wouldn't bother to worship this small Qingyuan Temple."
After hearing this, Chu Ling'er really wanted to clench her fists and give this scholar a hard blow.
How annoying!
In your own home, you should say that other homes are good.
Since your arm is turned away, why don't you continue to stay at Pilgrimage Academy?
Today, there are nine enfeoffed nations in the world!
The Great Zhou Dynasty, which occupied the Central Plains, was the leader of the Nine Kingdoms. It had a strong national power and attracted guests from all over the world.
Among them, the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty regarded the Qingsheng Academy as their esteemed institution. The academy preached Confucianism, so that all the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty, regardless of their status, could read books and learn etiquette.
From then on, the Great Zhou Dynasty began to develop rapidly, and in less than a century it became the first among the Nine Kingdoms.
Pilgrim Academy is also known as the best school in the world!
After all, the power of knowledge is powerful, the same in any era.
"Cui Ru, since you said that Pilgrimage Academy is the best academy in the world? Do you have proof?"
Cui Ru smiled, waved his long sleeves, and said in an arrogant tone: "What proof do you need for this? Isn't it something everyone knows?"
Chu Ling'er looked at Cui Ru's arrogant look, like a big white goose, and almost couldn't help but go up and beat him up.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and calmed down.
She decided that he would earn a reputation for his master!
Qingyuan Guan is not aggrieved by this!
The next moment, she opened her eyes, looked at Cui Ru and said: "Pilgrim Academy is just a place for teaching and educating people. Since teaching is naturally inseparable from collections of poems and essays. It just so happens that I have a collection of poems written by Master on weekdays. You can
Listen, let's see if your old sour Confucian master from the academy does a good job."
Cui Ru frowned, then relaxed, cupped his hands and said, "Cui, I'm all ears!"
Chu Ling'er stood up and treated him respectfully.
Reciting poetry is a very serious matter!
Moreover, now it is not as simple as a disagreement between senior and younger brothers.
It's a competition between Qingyuan Temple and Qingcheng Academy!
There is no room for her to be sloppy!
She was so angry that she opened the book in her hand and searched for it for a long time.
I finally found a suitable song that suited the current situation, and read it loudly and emotionally:
"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou's frost is like snow!"
"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star!"
"Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles!"
"When it's over, take off your clothes and hide yourself and your name!"
boom--
It turned out that Cui Ru, who was just looking at a joke, couldn't help but feel huge waves in his heart after hearing this, and he couldn't calm down for a long time...