newbobooks Chapter 227
Chapter 227
After hearing this, Yan Congzhi paused for a moment:
“I don’t like living with other people.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Congzhi walked towards the bamboo house. The young man looked at his master's back and the completely unfamiliar environment, took two steps forward, and finally slowly stopped.
Yan Congzhi entered the house.
Ni Yangzhou took a deep breath and told himself that this was a beginning.
This is a start.
So where to start?
Ni Yangzhou came to the new house holding the things and looked around. On the left was the study, on the right was the bedroom, in the middle was a pearwood table and chairs, on the table was a chessboard with an unfinished game of chess on it.
The young man didn't understand, so he walked to the bedroom and peeked out of the square window. He saw that his master's house had the same layout, and opposite was an identical study room. Even the scattered book pages on the table were exactly the same.
Suddenly, I heard the master's voice. Although I couldn't see him, the voice seemed to be right beside me:
"See no evil."
Ni Yangzhou quickly retracted his head: "Disciple knows his mistake."
The other side stopped talking.
Ni Yangzhou was like a headless fly. What he had seen and heard in the past ten days was far beyond his original environment. Although he now had a stable place to live and a master, he didn't know what to do next.
Practicing Taoism, what kind of Taoism should we practice? What is Taoism?
Ni Yangzhou looked out the window at the bamboo forest for a while, then called out, "Master?"
There was silence in the bamboo house.
Ni Yangzhou waited for a moment and asked again: "Master?"
Still no one answered.
"Master! I'm hungry!"
The fluttering green leaves, the breeze blowing through the bamboo house, and the setting sun shining through the square window are as beautiful as a literati painting.
Unfortunately, there is a Ni Yangzhou in the painting whose stomach is growling with hunger.
The young boy began his monastic life with an empty stomach.
Start by trying to start a fire to cook.
Ni Yangzhou had spent the first ten years fleeing and working. Now that he had come to the sect, he had no one to guide him, so he had to explore slowly according to his own life experience. The boy knew that strong men like his master had already practiced fasting, but as a newcomer, he still had to fill his stomach first.
After being carried around for so long, the soup noodles and beef had already been digested without a trace.
After placing the communication card given by Guanmiao Zhenren on the small couch, Ni Yangzhou looked at the jade pendant on top and thought for a while. He pulled out a thread from the hem of his clothes, stretched it back and forth a few times to make a thin rope, and hung the green jade around his neck.
The icy jade pendant touched the skin, bringing a cool feeling.
Keep this treasure given by the master.
His simple life experience enabled him to quickly find suitable tools for chopping wood.
The dagger placed next to the chessboard in the middle hall.
First chop some wood and make a fire, fill your stomach and then study the green jade pendant given by the master.
The boy planned everything and entered the jungle with his dagger. Just as he found a tree with branches of the right size, a strange question suddenly sounded from above his head:
"——Where did you come from, Black Rabbit Spirit? Don't you know that it is strictly forbidden to enter or leave the Bi Se Peak?"
Before he could reply, a blue rope tied Ni Yangzhou to the tree, and the short sword in his hand fell and stuck into the ground.
"Great! And you stole my sword!"
“I’m not the Black Rabbit Spirit.” Ni Yangzhou was tied up with his face facing the spirit tree. His cheeks were puffed up by the trunk and he couldn’t see the person coming. But he knew that among the many immortal gates, anyone who dared to make a fuss without fear of being discovered must be someone his master knew.
"I didn't steal anything. I am Master Guanjiao's new disciple."
"A new disciple?"
The immortal rope around his waist suddenly loosened. Ni Yangzhou turned his head and saw a delicate-looking person in a white robe hanging upside down on a tree branch. His light-colored pupils reflected his face, and his long silver-white hair swayed in the air like a sparkling waterfall.
The man turned over and landed, observing Ni Yangzhou closely for a moment, and finally said with a smile: "Nice to meet you, I am your uncle, my Taoist name is Yuanjia."
Ni Yangzhou nodded in confusion: "Hello, Uncle Yuanjia, my master gave me the name Ni Yangzhou."
Yuan Jia had a very lively face. He didn't look very old, maybe about 18 or 19 years old. He leisurely picked up the dagger on the ground, and was grinning for no reason. Upon hearing this, he immediately restrained his expression, turned around and said to the young man seriously:
“We cultivators, to show respect, do not call someone Master, but Master.
Remember, when you go to the monastery, don’t let your fellow believers laugh at you.”
Ni Yangzhou did not change his words immediately. He had called master for such a long time, but the master did not say anything. He also had not heard that he was going to any monastery. However, he kept the other party's words in mind. After all, the person who came did not look bad.
"If you are looking for someone, my master is in the bamboo house."
Yuanjia came here just to get the dagger that his master had forgotten when he was playing chess. Now that he had the dagger in his hand, he was not in a hurry to leave.
"I'm not looking for him." Yuan Jia looked around at the young man. Ni Yangzhou didn't know what the other party wanted, but he was indeed hungry. The dagger was returned to its original owner...
Yuan Jia was worried that he had nothing to do recently. Most of the disciples in the sect went to participate in the secret realm of the South China Sea, and he was bored and could only comb his hair every day. Now that someone like this has come, he has to do something fresh and exciting.
"——I'm looking for you."
"Are you a mortal?"
Ni Yangzhou nodded.
"Eh? Where do you live? Do you mortals need to sleep? Eat groceries? And relieve yourself? Like spirit beasts?"
Ni Yangzhou took a half step back, avoiding the approaching uncle, and answered seriously: "Zhou Guo Ge Lianzhou Nanyuan County, I need to sleep, eat, and wash my hands. I am not a spirit beast."
Yuan Jia saw a real mortal for the first time, and he was very excited. He touched the boy's arm and said, "Wow! But you don't even have hair!"
When Ni Yangzhou was touched by his overly lively uncle, he quickly withdrew his hand. He didn't really want to have any contact with others.
"Oh, I understand~"
Yuan Jia stood up at once, his face stern and he looked like a steady young cultivator again: "Mortals also need to occupy territory, right? Like spirit rabbits, they don't want to come into contact with people, and will be scared away?"
Ni Yangzhou rubbed his arms and shook his head: "No, I'm just not used to it."
Yuan Jia nodded and stroked his long hair: "What do you want to eat? Let Uncle Master take a look?"
Ni Yangzhou shook his head: "I don't know. I wanted to chop wood and make a fire, and find some wild vegetables first."
Yuan Jia finally understood why he saw the young man holding a sword and trying to chop down the tree: "Oh, you can't chop down the tree with this sword, it would be a waste of natural resources."
The young man was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, uncle, I didn't know it was yours."
Yuan Jia wanted to touch the boy's head, but when he stretched out his hand halfway, he turned it back and put it on the sword at his waist: "Ignorance is not a crime."
"Well - since you don't know what to eat, I'll give you some!"
The storybook that Yuan Jia secretly read contained not only the love legend of the scholar and the lady, but also some travel notes and miscellaneous talks. He had tried making them out of curiosity, but he couldn't eat them, so he threw them into the treasure bag. Isn't this a great opportunity to test his skills?
"Wait for me, uncle, to look for it..."
Yuan Jia groped in the treasure bag in his arms with one hand, while pulling the boy's sleeve, carefully holding his clothes, and pulled the other person to sit on the stone with him.
“That’s… this one!”
Ni Yangzhou wanted to refuse, but seeing the other party's excited look, he found it hard to say no. Yuan Jia took out a fluorescent snack, which was round, fragrant and very cute.
"Pretty!"
Ni Yangzhou nodded to show his respect: "Beautiful."
"I worked on this for several days before I succeeded. Do you know what this is?"
The boy thought it looked a bit like the winter melon cake he had seen at the market before, but he had never seen one that glowed like this, so he answered honestly, "I don't know."
Yuan Jia finally found someone to show off to, so he stuffed the fluorescent cake into the other person's hand and said, "This is a famous snack in Jiangnan, the wife cake! After you eat it, you can..."
As time went by, Yuan Jia could no longer remember the plot of the story, so he just made up a story without changing his expression:
"I can become your wife!"
The boy shook his head: "I don't want to become a wife."
Yuan Jia laughed: "How can it be so effective? If eating it really could transform you, wouldn't there be magic cakes for sale everywhere in the sect? Don't worry about it, just try it!"
No one wants to eat mortal food. Fortunately, a mortal came today. Yuan Jia's eyes were smiling, like a sleek big cat.
Ni Yangzhou took a bite under the other party's expectant gaze.
It smells extremely delicious when you put it in your mouth, but as soon as it touches your lips and teeth, it melts like spring water and flows into your throat. The boy looked down at the cake, a little confused.
"How is it? Is it delicious? Is it delicious?"
Ni Yangzhou nodded first, then asked, "It's delicious, but uncle, is this... something that mortals can eat?"
Yuan Jia felt a little guilty, but he didn't show it on his face: "Most of them are. Some I couldn't find, so I used some substitutes. Anyway, there is no harm."
When Ni Yangzhou was hesitating whether to take a second bite, he suddenly felt a stream of air rising from his stomach, burning his intestines like fire. The pain was so severe that he covered his stomach directly:
"Uncle Master! I..."
Yuan Jia was horrified upon seeing this, and before he could do anything to remedy the situation, he saw a green light flashing on the young man's chest covered by his clothes. A strong wind suddenly came, and Yan Congzhi, who was bathing in a warm pool behind the mountain, hurried over with his wet hair still hanging behind him.
"What did you do?" Yan Congzhi grabbed his apprentice and asked Yuan Jia.
Yuan Jia saw that the situation was not good and wanted to escape: "The snacks I made are made of soybean powder, cane sugar... and some dew condensed grass."
Yan Congzhi frowned, picked up the boy and walked towards the bamboo house.
Yuanjia stamped his feet on the spot, then secretly followed with a grin on his face.
Ni Yangzhou was held in his arms. Seeing Yuan Jia's worried expression behind him, he tried to explain despite the pain: "Master, Uncle Master..."
Yan Congzhi lifted the boy up, his voice getting colder: "Take care of yourself first, besides, he is not your uncle."
Yuan Jia stood on tiptoe and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I was just joking with Xiaozhou. Let me introduce myself again. I am the eldest disciple of Master Haoping. My master Master Haoping is the eldest disciple of Master Guanmiao. Therefore..."
Yan Congzhi carried the young man into the house, closed the door, and locked Yuan Jia, who was peeking out, outside the bamboo house. He continued with his unfinished words:
"You are his uncle."