Chapter 109: Registered Disciple

Swing your sword to defeat the floating clouds!

Luo Li, who had been pretending to be determined and mature, turned into horror. The legitimate daughter of a second-grade monk was considered well-informed.

I have never seen or even heard of anyone who can clear away the dark clouds in a city with one sword, or Luojing, the capital of the Daqian Empire.

"Master, I'm here, I'll bow to you from my disciples."

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"I don't accept disciples."

Zhouyi Fali supported Luo Li and said, "Just think that I am a school and I am the teacher."

Da Qian's master-disciple relationship was comparable to that of father and son, especially for casual cultivators like Zhou Yi.

Once you accept a disciple, it is basically equivalent to entrusting your life to him. If the disciple commits an offense, the master will also bear the repercussions.

Taoist and Buddhist sects recruit disciples on a large scale, and they have to carry water for three years, chop firewood for three years, and sweep the floor for three years. Only by observing and tempering their mind can they teach the true Dharma.

The Dharma should not be taught lightly, not only the calligraphy is precious!

People who teach Taoism are unfaithful and unjust, and do some treacherous and evil things. It is difficult to say that the sect is not responsible.

"My father said that one word can be a teacher. Back then, my father worked under dozens of masters in the martial arts, gangs, demon slaying divisions, and sects, and he became successful in cultivation."

Luo Li clenched his fist and said: "Sir, no matter how many techniques you teach me, I will be Luo Li's teacher!"

Mao Jiu jumped on Zhou Yi's shoulder and said, "The little girl is quite good at climbing along the pole. What a wonderful thought! Open your mouth and shut your mouth, your father said, the master is an immortal in the sky, how can ordinary people compare with him!"

"Demon Slayer Division, does your father know Zhang Cheng?"

Zhou Yi thought that Lao Zhang had been in the Demon Slayer Division for hundreds of years, and they were both second-grade, so he should know about Luo Yuanzheng.

Luo Li nodded repeatedly: "Grandpa Zhang is the master that my father respects most. He often talks about reinventing the wheel with kindness."

Zhou Yi pinched his fingers and suddenly realized.

What they are waiting for is Lao Zhang. With Zhang Cheng's ability, it will not be difficult for Luo Li to survive.

There are millions of people in Luojing, and there are countless hermit masters. The Heavenly Demon Alliance will not spend so much effort searching for a mere little girl. However, it was Luo Li's chance to meet Zhou Yi, and it might as well be a causal influence.

In the past few years, Zhou Yi spent New Year's Eve alone in the small courtyard looking at the full moon and feeling homesick. But today he felt restless, so he came to Chunfeng Tower to listen to the girls singing songs to relieve his worries.

"The Heavenly Demon Alliance, the White Lotus Holy Mother, the White Lotus Evil Buddha, there is no such thing as a secluded cultivator in the world."

The Book of Changes killed countless demons. Many evil cultivators of the demon race were not demons at the beginning. Some of them escaped from the world and practiced pure cultivation, and some did good deeds and accumulated virtue.

During the practice, he was forced by the situation, plotted by others, and fell into the abyss of demons.

Among them, the most impressive one is Flower Demon Qingyou, a majestic first-class demon king and one of the most powerful people in the world. The reason for this is that dozens of ordinary herb collectors died and died.

"We must put a few more clones into prison. These old immortals have been alive for hundreds of years. They are all cunning and cunning, hiding behind the scenes and playing tricks."

"Only one hundred thousand years of practicing Taoism can barely survive!"

Zhou Yi felt a sense of urgency in his heart, guarding the supreme treasure of the execution room and the prison, and could no longer go down.

"I don't know boxing, but I have some achievements in kendo. Are you willing to learn?"

"My disciple is willing. My father said that swords can kill demons just like fists."

Zhou Yi held Mao Jiu's neck: "And you, starting from tomorrow, start learning swordsmanship!"

"Is sword escape fast?"

Mao Jiu is not afraid of hardship and hardship, he only cares about whether learning the sword can save his life.

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Take a day off on New Year's Eve.

The Ministry of Materials continues to be on duty.

There is no sleeping method in Daqian, and the court is eager to use the supreme immortal method to erase the concept of sleep.

If the people don't work hard, how can the emperor get rich and how can Daqian prosper?

Master Chen came early, which was rare, and stood guard at the door of the property department, handing out gifts to everyone as he did in previous years.

"Lao Zhou, happy new year."

Zhou Yi took the exquisite wooden box and opened it to find a pendant polished from animal bones.

Crystal clear, like jade fat.

"The Bones of the Tiger Clan's Great Demon, Old Chen, are you not afraid of the higher ones... huh?"

"What tiger bones? They are pig bones!"

Chief Chen said loudly: "Old Zhou must have admitted his mistake. How can a tiger bone grow out of a pig demon?"

The price of tiger bones is increasing day by day, and tiger demon bones are even more difficult to find, let alone the great demon of the fox clan.

This thumb-sized pendant can be sold for thousands of taels in the market. If you ask a real person to place a ban or a monk to bless the Dharma, the value cannot be calculated in terms of money.

"This is what Prince Chu meant. It is said that the prison will be unstable in recent years, thank you to my colleagues in the Ministry of Materials."

Master Chen said in a low voice: "The salary of small officials set by Taizu cannot be changed randomly, so we should pay more benefits."

"What news did Lao Chen hear?"

Zhou Yi would not look down upon Mr. Chen, and he could not think that he was superior just because Mr. Chen was always complimenting him.

Master Chen's uncle was a third-rank official in the imperial court. He was a great scholar in spirit. He was a classmate and studied in the same year, and his mentor was the principal... In addition, his eldest brother's sister-in-law was named Li.

After turning a few corners, Prince Chu and Lao Chen were still relatives.

All kinds of gossip, the information is better informed than Zhou Yi.

Seeing that there was no one around, Master Chen and Zhou Yi came to the corner and said, "The evil corpse last time is not an exception. There is a high chance that it will appear one after another in recent years."

"Lao Zhou, you are the only two God Refiners here, but it is a bit harder. It would be too sad if a colleague died because of this."

Zhou Yi smiled and said: "It's not just that, the senior who was in charge of sweeping the floor a few days ago is no worse than Lao Zhang."

"Huh? When did you see that Lao Liu didn't sweep for many years..."

Chen Zhubu's face suddenly flushed: "Okay! You just learned bad things from Lao Zhang, and you're trying to trick me, right?"

"Hahaha, there really is a sweeping monk!"

Zhou Yi didn't have much interest in Lao Liu, and was just satisfying the curiosity of the sweeping monk.

The life span of the cultivators in the Refining Spirit Realm is long, and after living for hundreds of years, most things are out of their minds. In their eyes, there is not much difference between sweeping the floor and being in a high position.

The great Confucian scholars entered the court to serve as officials, more for cultivation.

Serving as an official and governing a region is greatly conducive to the three realms of establishing words, establishing heart, and establishing behavior.

"Don't worry, Lao Chen, it's not a big problem."

Zhou Yi put a few more clones into the prison. If there is a spirit of the punishment possessed one day, and wants to devour blood and increase strength, he will definitely get a big surprise.

The colleagues in the Ministry of Things are all good, and they may have selfish motives, but who in the world is not selfish? At least they are not evil people who can walk under the ancient mirror of the demon.

"Ancient mirror... the New Year has passed, it's time to settle accounts!"

A strand of Zhou Yi's hair fell, and he turned into a demon-slaying lieutenant, carrying a bucket of black dog blood to the Demon-Slaying Hall.

The Taoist priest Sanwu told Zhou Yi that the most disgusting thing about the demon-revealing ancient mirror was black dog blood, not because of fear and restraint, but psychological fear.

The demon-revealing ancient mirror can see through the demon-slaying lieutenant. With its trickery of fooling Sanwu, it must know what to say and what not to say.

At the beginning of the new year, everything is new.

After Zhou Yi returned from Bodhi County, he finally lived the stable life he had always dreamed of.

Every day, he visualized the picture of the return of all swords to the origin, and his Yin spirit became more and more condensed.

It's a pity that he could travel all day at night from the beginning, and there was no limit to the time of leaving the body, so he couldn't experience the growth in Lao Zhang's diary.

Zhou Yi tried to travel during the day, but the sun's true fire burned a hole directly, and it took more than ten days to recover.

After the Yin spirit in the ordinary night travel realm is perfected, it will practice fire, from ordinary flames, to spiritual fire, and then to the sun's true fire.

While meditating, Zhou Yi began to teach the two little ones the way of swordsmanship.

Luo Li had very solid basic skills. He was not a genius when he entered the ninth rank at the age of twelve, but he had never taken elixirs and relied on persistent polishing of the skin membrane to advance.

Slow is fast. Spend three to five more years to lay the foundation. If you have a higher rank, you can save thirty to fifty years to make up for the lessons.

Unexpectedly, Mao Jiu was gifted and a true genius in cultivation. He quickly practiced the first volume of the thirty-six moves of the Da Gan Sword Scripture.

It's a pity that he has a problem with his character!

Da Gan Taizu swept across Yunzhou and swallowed the mountains and rivers. The swordsmanship he left behind was naturally to attack as defense.

Mao Jiu practiced and practiced until he mastered the thirty-six defensive swordsmanship.