I Have a Monster Farm

When Zhang Ziyu saw his master, he felt that something was wrong at first sight. The stingy eyes of the perennial torn pajamas and robes actually changed into a brand new robe. He was full of energy, as if he had even trimmed his beard and hair.

"Stinky boy, what's your look?"

"Master, is there a celebration when you go back to Maoshan this time?"

"No, just go back in a normal way."

Daoist Simu straightened his clothes for a while, patted the dust on his sleeves, and said naturally.

"Does it need to be dressed so grandly?"

Simu frowned, and glared at him: "What is grand, I, Simu, brought my disciples back to the teacher's door, conferring on the core disciples, what's wrong with changing into a new one?"

Well, Zhang Ziyu seems to understand, this is to show off, right?

People say: Brother Simu, long time no see.

My master can definitely reply: Hey, how do you know that my apprentice is practicing the eighth level of Dharma and body.

Well, this is still a situation where my master's information is lagging behind. If I know that I am building a foundation now, will my master dance in front of my master?

"Snapped"

Zhang Ziyu wandered in the sky, the Taoist priest with four eyes slapped him on the shoulder, and said, "What are you thinking, you brat? We'll go back after two days."

It's not easy to travel these days, especially Maoshan is on Jurong's side. It's not a scenic spot yet, and it's not so convenient to enter the mountain.

When the two of them passed by, they had to hurry, and those who couldn't find a car or horse had to walk.

"Master, stay for at least a day or two, talk to the uncle over there, and have a meal together."

Four eyes thought about it, and the senior brother helped us to occupy the table, so he nodded and said: "Okay, do as you said, and don't make Rong'er tired with too many dishes, let those two Help me, kid."

Si Mu said this to Huang Rong, who was kind-hearted and kind-eyed, and treated them differently.

Zhang Ziyu rolled his eyes, Huang Rong's brows and eyes completed the crescent moon, and said, "It's not hard."

The meal was still eaten, but after the meal, Daoist Simu and Uncle Jiu muttered about what to discuss, Zhang Ziyu felt a little strange, and always felt that it was not easy to go to Maoshan this time.

Early the next morning, the master and apprentice packed up their things and were ready to go on the road.

When he came to the gate of the farm, the Taoist priest with four eyes picked his teeth, looked left and right, and asked, "Ziyu, where is the horse?"

The disciple is a local tyrant, so the four eyes are naturally reassuring for the disciple to prepare, but this time he didn't even see a horse. Could it be that he wants to take a car, or catch a train in the provincial capital?

"Master, what kind of horse are you riding on? Let's have some excitement."

As Zhang Ziyu said, with a wave of his hand, the Husky-sized Gluttonous King was thrown out by him, appearing in front of the two of them.

"Roar!"

There was a roar, not too big or too small, it looked like a dog.

"Hey, get a dog. Wait, what are you doing?"

The four-eyed priest thought it was a dog, but when he took a closer look, he was startled. There were horns on his head, and his eyes and underarms looked ferocious. Is this a monster?

"Grow bigger."

Zhang Ziyu released the restriction, and in an instant, the gluttonous king's stature swelled to three meters high, seven meters long, not a complete body yet, but terrifying enough.

The four-eyed Taoist priest widened his eyes, what the hell is Wuliang Tianzun's own apprentice doing now.

"Some time ago, I accidentally subdued a monster with gluttonous blood. Master, let's go to Maoshan in this way, it's enough to attract attention."

Zhang Ziyu was ashamed to say that he was the King of Gluttony, after all, this style was really unreal, so he had to talk about a monster with the blood of Gluttony.

"Enough is enough, it is definitely the most cool cub."

The Taoist priest with four eyes has no time to pay attention to his apprentice. The gluttonous king became more handsome when he became bigger. He patted his hands, his skin was tough, it was not an illusion, and it was not fake to bring him a sense of threat.

"You boy"

The four-eyed Taoist took a deep look at his apprentice, he couldn't see through it, he really couldn't see through it, he could encounter and subdue this thing, this kid must be cheating.

The cheating in the mind of the four-eyed Taoist priest is not a game cheat, but the kind of reincarnation with great power, the kind that the immortal rebuilds.

While rare, it's not impossible.

"Master, don't look at me like that, I'm sorry."

"Oh, you're thicker-skinned than me, you'll be embarrassed."

The four eyes didn't go deep into it, the two turned their bodies on King Taotie's back, and then directly ordered King Taotie to rush in the direction of Maoshan.

Because the horse was the Taotie King, the two of them did not take the main road, but drove directly through the mountain trails. Anyway, to the Taotie King, these roads were like walking on flat ground without any difficulties.

In the absence of passers-by, their speed was even faster.

While the two were on their way, Zhang Ziyu also wanted to know more about the things on Maoshan, so he asked, "Master, we said that Maoshan is a disciple's enshrining and conferring on his own. ?”

It stands to reason that for a sect with extraordinary power like the Maoshan sect, various competitions and examinations should be indispensable.

Looking around, he shook his head and said: "That's not true. The Maoshan Grand Ceremony is held every three years. If there are no special circumstances, the core disciples who walk outside at that time will basically return to Maoshan to participate in the worship. Lu. The Zongmen Dabi you mentioned still existed at that time."

"Master, tell me in detail."

"How do you think the first disciple of Maoshan came here? One is to surpass the disciples of the same generation in strength, and the other is to convince the public and be trusted by all, rather than being alienated. Participating in the Grand Competition is actually the most revealing strength, and it is good to beat the peers Opportunity. At that time, our senior brother Shi Jian and Lin senior brother were the two who were the best of our generation."

He paused and looked at his apprentice. Originally, the grievances of the previous generation should not be shared with the next generation, but he had high expectations for Zhang Ziyu, and it was okay to tell him some things.

"Eldest senior brother has the highest talent and is the best among all his classmates. Your senior uncle Lin is no match for him. But your senior senior uncle is not as temperamental as your senior senior Lin. Many senior brothers don't trust him very much."

Speaking of this, the four-eyed Taoist priest did not go further. One has high military power and the other is popular. In addition, Shi Jian is narrow-minded, and the relationship between the two becomes more and more rigid.

Zhang Ziyu nodded thoughtfully, and asked, "What about now?"

"Now, the aura is getting less and less, and it's getting more and more difficult to practice. Everyone in your generation is practicing qi, and there are not too many people on the fifth and sixth floors. Let's see you compete, are you pecking at each other?"

If the cultivation base is low, and it turns into boxing kung fu in the end, then what's the point of trying it.

Simu Daochang said: "Although there is no big competition now, the way of school examination has changed. The elders will let people test your cultivation."

"Master, how do you choose the first disciple in such an examination?"

"First apprentice, that's easy. You have to go through the tests of the Three Palaces and Five Views. At least that's what I know, but no one has tried it yet."

After all, it was Zhang Ziyu's generation that started it, and no one really has achieved this achievement.

The four-eyed Taoist said, looking at Zhang Ziyu eagerly, Zhang Ziyu panicked suddenly.

"Master, tell me something."

"Ziyu, Master has treated you well these years, right?"

"Ahem, it's not very good."

Zhang Ziyu saw the gradually unfriendly eyes of the four eyes, and immediately changed his words and raised an evaluation standard.

Simu nodded and said, "How about taking down the identity of the first disciple and giving the master a long face?"

"That. Master, will the words of the first disciple be too tiring?"

"Not tired, what are you tired of? I don't know how majestic it is, that is, to deal with ordinary things. Instead, I refer to Maoshan's classics, which is much more convenient than other disciples."

The four-eyed Taoist smiled like a fox. If Zhang Ziyu could believe this, he would be a ghost, but referring to the Maoshan classics, isn't this what he wants now, and it is worth considering.

The two of them traveled fast, and on the third day they arrived at the boundary of Jurong, at the foot of Maoshan Mountain.