My talent is resurrection

Chapter 307
Chen Jiu stood in the center of the lake, looked down at his fists, grinned helplessly, shook his fists, and walked out.

It's nothing to beat, just come back next time.

Before that, he had to practice boxing desperately.

For this reason, Chen Jiu specially went to Layman Wutong, seeking a place where he could practice boxing without any scruples.

Layman Wutong frowned, and muttered, "You don't want to use my little world to practice boxing again, do you?"

Chen Jiu said with a smile: "That's fine."

Layman Wutong hurriedly shook his head, "That's impossible."

He only had three small worlds, one of which was broken by Chen Jiu, but he was reluctant to give Chen Jiu another one.

Chen Jiu frowned, folded his hands on his chest, and didn't know what to do. After all, it was impossible to practice boxing directly in the academy, so he probably would be kicked out of the academy after practicing for less than a day.

Layman Wutong pondered for a moment, hesitated, and suddenly said: "Actually, there is an excellent training place in the Academy, and its tenacity is comparable to the small world of the Heart Training Pagoda, but if you want to go, you must have an Academy." The saint agrees."

After listening to it, Chen Jiu was dumbfounded. Where could he find the sage of the academy to agree?

Layman Wutong hesitated again, hesitatingly said: "If you really want to go, I will go and tell my husband to see if he agrees."

When he said this, the layman Wutong was also worried, afraid that his husband would scold him if he disagreed, but then he thought that Chen Jiu was also half of his own family after all, so it shouldn't be a problem to speak for his family, right?

Sir should also understand.

With such thoughts in mind, Layman Wutong agreed to Chen Jiu, and took Chen Jiu to the main hall in the afternoon to talk to the sages of his lineage.

Chen Jiu followed behind Layman Wutong, wondering: "Why should I follow?"

Layman Wutong grinned and said: "Then if the master doesn't agree to lend us the little world, I can't be scolded alone."

Chen Jiu was taken aback, then waved his hand and said, "It's okay, if he dares to scold, I'll just run away."

Layman Wutong was stunned for a moment, and said dumbfounded: "What should I do if you run away?"

Chen Jiu was also taken aback, and asked: "Could it be that I want to carry you and run together?"

Layman Wutong stopped in his tracks immediately, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he turned to Chen Jiu and said, "It's all right, let's go back."

Chen Jiu shook his head quickly, "Don't, I won't run away."

Wutong Layman Fox questioned: "Aren't you really going to run away?"

He always had some doubts about Chen Jiu.

Chen Jiu nodded and agreed, "Don't run."

The two of them chattered all the way to the front of the main hall. Layman Wutong was not in a hurry, and stood outside the door and kept brewing.

Chen Jiu looked at the hall of saints, and said that the hall is actually not very big, and the decoration is extremely simple, which is in line with the atmosphere of scholars. On the plaque of the hall, there are two vigorous and powerful characters written on it.

Follow the rules.

Chen Jiu looked at the two words and kept nodding. Seeing him like this, the layman Wutong, who had already been brewing, asked curiously: "What are you doing?"

Chen Jiu pointed to the plaque in the main hall and praised: "These two words are really well written."

Layman Wutong was puzzled, "You can still read, I thought you could only punch?"

Chen Jiuyi curled his lips, "My handwriting is excellent, and it's not much better than the two words on this plaque."

Layman Wutong absolutely didn't believe it. He shook his head and said, "This is written by the master. I don't believe that you are better than the master."

Chen Jiu was taken aback, and changed his words: "Then it's better to be a bit inferior."

The two were still bickering outside the door, when the main door of the main hall suddenly opened.

The two disciples sitting side by side turned their heads to look at them with strange expressions, as if they were holding back their laughter.

The thin old man who was sitting in the center of the hall was holding a scroll in his hand, his pupils were piercing, looking at Chen Jiu and the other two, he put the scroll in his hand and said.

"Come in and talk about it, don't talk about it outside."

Chen Jiu and Wutong Jushi looked at each other, their expressions were stunned, and then the two hurried into the store with their heads hooked.

Layman Wutong bent his waist towards the old man and said respectfully, "Sir."

Chen Jiu imitated the movements of Layman Wutong, but after hooking his waist, he didn't know what to call him. According to his previous style, he should just call him an old man.

But it was different now, Chen Jiu was more polite now, so he contemplated for a while and said to the old man.

"grandfather."

The corner of Wutong layman's eyes twitched.

The old man was taken aback, and quickly waved his hands, "No, I can't afford it."

I really can't afford it, after all, Chen Jiu's master seems to be Yao Tianchang, and he doesn't dare to be directly superior to Yao Tianchang.

The old man said again: "Just call me Mr. Zhang."

Chen Jiu replied, "Hello, Mr. Zhang."

The old man nodded slightly, "Well, what are you doing here?"

Layman Wutong smiled and said, "I miss you."

The elder curled his lips, "Don't, I haven't seen you once in a few months on weekdays, and you start to miss me today?"

Layman Wutong continued to laugh and said, "It's because I haven't seen you for a few months that I miss you so much."

Chen Jiu echoed from the side: "That's right, it's like not seeing each other every day is like three autumns."

The two of them were still chattering, one of the disciples, a girl who was buried in the scroll, suddenly woke up from a dream, heard the voice in the main hall, looked curiously, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she cried out.

"Chen Jiu."

The three people in the center of the hall turned their heads to look.

Zhou Xian got up, grinned at Chen Jiu, then walked quickly, and asked curiously, "Why are you here?"

Chen Jiu said vaguely: "There is something."

Zhou Xian became more and more curious, looked at Lay Wutong, and then at his husband, his face turned red suddenly, only to realize that his movement just now was a little louder, leaning against Chen Jiu, whispering.

"what is the matter?"

Chen Jiu said softly: "I will explain later."

The saint surnamed Zhang looked at this scene, and couldn't laugh or cry for a while. Why did his two disciples turn their elbows out to help Chen Jiu, an outsider, speak?

If it was said that Zhou Xian helped Chen Jiu to speak, that would be understandable. After all, the two had known each other before and had a good relationship.

The saint surnamed Zhang could also see that Zhou Xian, a little girl, was interested in Chen Jiu. Regarding this matter, he had the same opinion as Yao Tianchang.

But why Wutong is talking to Chen Jiu now, could it be that Wutong and Chen Jiu are also childhood sweethearts?

The sage surnamed Zhang cast a weird look at the layman Wutong, and continued: "If I guessed right about your intention, you should want my little world, right?"

Layman Wutong hurriedly praised: "Sir, you really have supernatural powers, and that's how you know it."

Chen Jiu echoed: "It's really old and strong."

Layman Wutong was taken aback for a moment, and cast a glance at Chen Jiu. He really had nothing to do with Chen Jiu.

The saint surnamed Zhang waved his hand helplessly, "It's just some basic deduction and calculation methods, there is no need to brag like that."

(End of this chapter)