I Have a Monster Farm

"Boy Ziyu, why are you brothers being beaten again?"

While watching the play, suddenly Master Yixiu from the next room came over and teased with a smile on his face.

Zhang Ziyu glanced at Master Yixiu and actually returned from Yunyou, so it is likely that things are stable this time, and Uncle Qianhe must be passing by.

Zhang Ziyu replied: "Master, do you think I have ever been beaten?"

"Amitabha, it seems that that kid Jia Le is out of luck again."

Master Yixiu chanted the Buddha's name, his eyes were full of smiles, it could be seen that he still regarded brothers Zhang Ziyu and Qian Jiale as his real juniors, you can see that he started to gloat at this moment.

"Master, how long have you been back?"

"It's only been a few days, and I'm tidying up the yard. I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Four Eyes to come back just in time. Fortunately, the deep mountains and old forests are also lively."

Speaking of the yard, Master Yixiu looked puzzled and asked, "Ziyu, why are the medicines grown in my yard all messed up? Could it be that wild animals from the mountains have come to the yard?"

Zhang Ziyu's expression froze, then he nodded without blushing and said: "It should be, master, I will ask my brother to take some time to set up some animal traps to guard against those wild beasts."

"Amitabha"

Master Yixiu shook his head quickly. Although he still had some doubts in his heart, he was not good at killing. He said: "God has the virtue of loving life. Come here when you come. I will go to the mountain to get some seeds in two days. There is no need to kill."

Before Zhang Ziyu chatted with Master Yixiu for a long time, Taoist Priest Four Eyes came out, stared at him, and said with a half smile: "Old monk, I haven't seen you for so long, I thought you died outside."

"You are not dead, how could my old monk die."

The two were old enemies, and Zhang Ziyu was no stranger to the appearance of being ready to fight when they met.

If it weren't for the fear of being written down in a small notebook by my master, I would have to continue eating melon seeds in this meeting.

"Hmph, smelly monk."

The Taoist priest with four eyes glared at him, and then saw that Zhang Ziyu was still watching the play, and he was furious.

"What are you looking at, brat, go into the house."

I just came back, but I don't have too many things to do, the first thing to do is to clean up the room.

After the room was tidied up, Taoist Master Four Eyes pulled Zhang Ziyu to the seat assigned by the patriarch, and then handed Zhang Ziyu the secret book of the magic spell.

"This is the secret art of fighting the gods. The secret art of fighting the gods is not an orthodox method of cultivation. Although it can be practiced, it is more focused on the technique. I inherited it from our Maoshan, but I also added the magic tricks that I have learned over the years. The skill of the art is not a common thing."

The four-eyed priest talked about the secret art of the gods, and his expression was a little complacent. After all, it was also a technique he had studied for many years.

Among the Maoshan disciples, there are outer disciples and core disciples, and Taoist Simu belongs to the core disciples.

When the core disciples have reached the foundation building stage, can walk down the mountain, and can accept apprentices, most of them will be taught some powerful spells by the master.

Uncle Jiu is good at talismans and formations, so he inherited these two things naturally, and the secret technique obtained by the four-eyed Taoist priest is the magic strike technique.

As for the senior brother Shi Jian, what he got were two offensive spells, Lightning and Thunder Fist and Wooden Pile Dafa.

Apprentices like Zhang Ziyu and Qian Jiale who were recruited after their core disciples left the mountain were basically only outer disciples.

If the disciples of the outer sect are not very talented and pass the test of character, these core disciples will generally not bring their apprentices back to the mountain gate.

But on the contrary, if the talent is good and the heart is good, then it will definitely be brought back to the mountain gate, and then accepted as a core disciple after the elders' assessment.

This is also the method of sect inheritance. After all, it is impossible for a sect to expect people who are willing to go up the mountain to learn from each other to inherit the sect.

There is not a big circle in the cultivation world, so it is impossible for people who voluntarily worship into the mountain gate to come in an endless stream like the fantasy world.

Among the limited people who go up the mountain, the aptitude is acceptable, and the character is not bad, and those are even rarer.

Getting back to the topic, Zhang Ziyu flipped through the secret art of magic, and found that there were really many extraordinary things in this cheat book, showing interest.

"This secret technique has five levels in total, and every level you study means that you have improved your magic technique by one level."

Simu Daoist explained to Zhang Ziyu in detail, although he was usually out of tune, but now he wanted to teach Zhang Ziyu the magic fighting technique.

He also knew in his heart that his two disciples, probably Zhang Ziyu, would return to Maoshan in the future and become core disciples.

As for Qian Jiale, who is a senior brother, his aptitude is a bit weak and his achievements are limited, but he can learn a craft to walk in the world.

"The first level of my secret art is the entry level, which can attract the power equivalent to Qi training into the body, but the technique is shallow, mostly the power of those wandering souls, the second level corresponds to foundation building, and the third level is for refining gods. The upper difference is the realm of returning to the void and joining the Tao, if you can cultivate to the fifth level, even if you are not inferior to being invincible in the world, you are almost inseparable."

Zhang Ziyu asked curiously: "Master, how far are you from being invincible?"

The four-eyed Daoist's face darkened, and the brat didn't open which pot to pick up, right? "It's only a little bit, listen honestly, don't talk nonsense."

"oh"

Zhang Ziyu said a word, then looked at the four-eyed Taoist priest, motioning for him to continue talking.

The four-eyed Daoist's face darkened again, why did the stinky boy want to beat him up so much with this answer.

"If you practice, you should start from the first level, and you have to polish your body well. Only when your body is strong can you be able to withstand more powerful forces."

He didn't finish his sentence. If some people have a special fate and physique, it may be possible that they can be greatly enhanced after attracting a certain kind of divine power.

However, my apprentice knows that although his fate is a bit special, he is a little unlucky no matter how you look at it, and has nothing to do with those fates that are useful for inviting gods.

Priest Simu gave Zhang Ziyu detailed guidance again, and it was not until night that he stopped.

"Okay, you are practicing slowly these days. I think it took me seven or eight days to get started on the first level, so I can't rush this matter."

When talking about eight or nine days, the face of the four-eyed Taoist priest was still very proud. After all, even his senior brother Lin Jiu was not as good as him in inviting the gods.

Zhang Ziyu narrowed his eyes, stupid master, let the disciple show you the speed of genius.

The four-eyed Taoist also narrowed his eyes, stupid apprentice, please be a god, as a teacher, you are really not afraid of anyone.

"Master"

"Brat"

The two spoke at the same time and looked at each other, as if they had read each other's thoughts.

"Master, if I accidentally exceed your record, is there any reward?"

"Coincidentally, there are rewards. If you don't exceed it, you have to set a punishment, right?"

The two foxes looked at each other, as if sparks were shooting.

"The century-old ginseng at the bottom of the box."

When the four-eyed Taoist priest heard it, his cheeks twitched, such a good boy with a wicked heart.

"Help me send a group of guests."

Zhang Ziyu looked serious, good master, this is a tool that people use to the end, right?

The master and the apprentice each had plans in mind, so they said in unison: "Deal!"