I Have a Monster Farm

Renjia Town is a small town in the south. With more and more contacts with the outside world, the town can be regarded as prosperous, and all walks of life are also considered well-developed.

Foreign culture is intertwined with local customs, and amidst this prosperity, there is a somewhat different scene.

"Finally, I don't have to be a savage anymore."

Zhang Ziyu finally came to Renjia Town, looking at the crowds, street vendors and snack bars around him, tears welled up in his eyes.

After so many years of suffering, the country boy finally entered the city.

You can imagine how hard it is for a young man from the city to travel to the mountains and stay there for several years.

There is nothing to play, nothing delicious to eat, no young lady, but the old man has one, let him practice kung fu every now and then.

Life is hard, and now it's finally over.

As a gourmet, even if it is a gourmet who cooks very badly, coming to Renjia Town is no less than New Year's Eve.

"Boss, here are two roast chickens, the one on the left, the one with fatter chicken legs."

Zhang Ziyu weighed the three oceans he had picked out from his master, and went into a small shop selling roast chicken without hesitation.

Two roasted chickens, one to be eaten on the spot, and the other to be brought to Uncle Jiu, this should be interesting enough.

Perhaps because of the parallel world, the exchange ratio of Dayang is still stable, fluctuating around 100 copper plates per Dayang.

Two roasted chickens cost a total of one ocean. If it was replaced by rice, it would mean that more than ten catties of food were missing. This rice price is different from what Zhang Ziyu knew in his previous life, but the purchasing power of silver dollars is still not small.

Zhang Ziyu feasted on a piece of roast chicken, the skin was crispy and the meat was tender, the fat and the salty taste complemented each other.

After eating and wiping it clean, Zhang Ziyu took another roast chicken wrapped in oil paper and walked out of the town. Master Lin Fengjiao, Lin Jiu's Yizhuang is just outside Renjia Town.

If you go into the town, it will actually be closer to Uncle Jiu's place first.

But Zhang Ziyu resolutely walked around the town first.

Nothing else, just to roast chicken.

Well, bring some presents for Uncle Jiu.

Squeeze, wipe your mouth.

Zhang Ziyu came all the way to the gate of Yizhuang, only to see two dark red gates closed tightly.

"Boom boom boom"

Zhang Ziyu knocked on the door, and after a while the door opened, revealing a long, anxious face.

"You are here to find my master, come in."

Wen Cai greeted Zhang Ziyu into the door with a smile. Yizhuang has no friends. If someone comes to the door, it is likely to be a business.

Wen Cai had just such an idea at the moment, which made him so happy.

If there is business, there will be money. It's not a way of killing chickens, or the employer treats guests. How can you be unhappy.

Looking at Wen Cai's appearance, Zhang Ziyu wondered, "Did Wen Cai misunderstand something?"

Following Wen Cai into the yard, he discovered that Uncle Jiu was practicing Baguazhang.

The palm law is free, the shot is powerful, and it implies the principle of Taoist gossip.

Together with Baguazhang, Uncle Jiu has been immersed in it for many years, and he can be regarded as a proficient master.

Of course, compared to a generation of grandmasters who practice martial arts in the world, their destructive power is still a little bit worse.

Uncle Jiu has achieved success in cultivation, but he also attaches great importance to polishing his body, and martial arts such as Baguazhang have not fallen behind.

In other words, in the entire Maoshan, as long as there are monks who exorcise ghosts and slay demons, they will not neglect the cultivation of the body too much.

Otherwise, if you are not careful in the battle with demons and ghosts, you might lose your life.

At that time, it is not a question of whether the cultivation base is enough.

"Master, there is business."

As soon as Wencai came in, he happily talked to his master.

Yep, really misunderstood.

When Zhang Ziyu heard this, he immediately confirmed his judgment.

When Uncle Jiu heard this, he was overjoyed, but when he looked up and saw Zhang Ziyu, his face slowly turned black.

He recognized Zhang Ziyu at a glance, and called him over when Taoist Simu was accepting his apprentice.

The bastard came over and said it was business, he was making fun of me.

When Zhang Ziyu saw Uncle Jiu's expression, his heart skipped a beat.

To suffer!

Uncle Ninth and his brothers have been black-bellied and narrow-minded in the same line. If the uncle remembers it, life will be difficult in the future.

He hurriedly said: "Ahem, uncle, senior brother misunderstood me, I didn't have time to say it. By the way, here is a letter from my master."

Wen Cai's expression froze, and belatedly realized that he seemed to have misunderstood.

"Ah, Master, this is"

"You four-eyed uncle's disciple, your junior brother. I went out a few years ago, and it was your senior uncle's acceptance of apprentices."

"Oh oh, hello, Junior Brother."

Seeing that Zhang Ziyu wasn't making fun of him, Uncle Jiu regained his composure and said, "Ziyu, why did you come out suddenly? Didn't your master just go back a few days ago?"

Priest Simu passed by Renjia Town a few days ago, he knew about it, and the two brothers chatted for a while.

"I have made a breakthrough in my cultivation, and my master agreed that I would come to Renjia Town to practice and do some small business by the way."

Uncle Nine nodded slightly, which is not surprising. Although he said he learned art from a teacher, it did not mean that he followed and relied on his master for all food and lodging.

Especially for people like Uncle Jiu and Daoist Simu who walk down the mountain, it is not surprising that their disciples still have their own jobs in the neighboring towns.

For example, Qiu Sheng, Uncle Jiu's disciple, also sold rouge and gouache for his aunt.

Uncle Jiu opened the letter from Priest Simu, thinking it was a letter from a disciple entrusted by Priest Simu to take care of him.

In the end, after reading less than three lines, my brows twitched, and my veins gradually popped up.

The fourth level of Qi training is nothing, it's just a little bit higher than Qiu Sheng, right?

The four-eyed Daoist took the tone of showing off to the extreme, almost to the point of sarcasm.

Good four eyes, let me show off.

Next time you are dead.

With a dark face, Uncle Jiu wrote it down in the small notebook for the fourth-eyed Taoist priest.

Ancestral vengeance can't beat you to death, not your senior brother.

He turned over the second page of letter paper, and suddenly his expression became strange.

"Ziyu, you haven't provoked your master recently, have you?"

Uncle Jiu suddenly asked, Zhang Ziyu hadn't realized the seriousness of the matter.

He shook his head and said shyly: "No, he was quite happy to hear that I broke through the fourth level of Qi training. I returned three oceans when I went out."

"Master, is there any problem with Master's letter?"

"No!"

Uncle Jiu put the letter in his arms directly, said haha, and said duplicity: "Your master sees you going out for the first time, and misses your cultivation, so he asked me to supervise you and take care of you."

It's a bit too much to be beaten twice in three days, but it's not a problem to practice the basic skills every now and then.

Uncle Jiu looked at Zhang Ziyu, thinking about how to 'take care' of his nephew.

Leaving aside the dark side, a junior like Zhang Ziyu who is not bad in talent, paddling around all day is the same as when he was on Damao Peak with four eyes. Isn't that a waste of talent?

Hmph, this guy with four eyes has really led his disciples down.

Hearing that Master cared so much about him, Zhang Ziyu muttered to himself that he would inherit a box of gold bars when he passed away.

"In the future, Ziyu will bother Master."

"Don't bother, don't bother, since today is here, why don't you try your skills first."

Zhang Ziyu:?

Uncle Nine, something is wrong with you.

Zhang Ziyu said: "Uncle, don't you know about the fourth-level Qi training?"

"I know the cultivation level, but the physical training must also catch up. Otherwise, how to slay demons and eliminate demons, you can use two-handed Baguazhang. I remember you also practiced this."

Uncle Jiu really wanted to try his nephew's skills, so that he could arrange some training tasks for him so that he wouldn't be lazy.

Zhang Ziyu's face changed slightly when he heard that he wanted to try Baguazhang. His Baguazhang was the sixty-four hands of the Gong family who had just merged with a generation of masters.

It's not very proficient in fighting, so it's not good to start with.

So he wanted to rescue him again, and tried to say: "Uncle Master, I don't know the severity of my hands and feet, how can I fight with the elders, just forget it, I will definitely do it next time."

Uncle Jiu smiled but didn't smile, and said in his heart: "Good boy, let's start fishing here."

He waved his hand and said, "It's okay, you can do it boldly."