Simultaneous travel: Each of me has a different golden finger

Chapter 90 Three Years of Cultivation
Uncle Jiu frowned and said, "Why didn't you discuss this with me first? Aren't the methods of my talisman lineage enough for you to learn?"

Maoshan has a long history, and even though it has experienced several declines, it still has many branches.

Uncle Jiu's lineage is the talisman lineage, while Taoist Simu is responsible for the inheritance of both corpse-driving and summoning gods.

It is worth mentioning that Shi Jian is from the current leader's lineage and has a good family background. In terms of Maoshan's orthodoxy, even Uncle Jiu is inferior to him.

"I just want to learn a few more skills."

Bai Jing smiled.

"I don't have any objections."

Taoist Simu tried to smooth things over, saying, "Jia Le has no enthusiasm for practicing Taoism.

I should find someone to pass this thing on, otherwise it will follow me into the coffin in a hundred years."

"But this is breaking the rules..."

Uncle Jiu was still a little hesitant. Such an important matter should have been reported to the Maoshan headquarters for approval, as it was a matter of inheritance and could not be taken lightly.

It's not that he really doesn't want Bai Jing to learn tricks from Taoist Simu. Bai Jing has been smart since he was a child, and he had learned most of the skills of talismans three years ago.

Seeing Bai Jing's skill in drawing talismans in the air, Uncle Jiu began to wonder if Bai Jing had surpassed himself in skills.

However, if they rashly decided to let Bai Jing learn the craft, and their master and others found out later, they would inevitably blame them.

Taoist Simu snorted coldly and said, "Why, do you still want to discuss this with those old guys? If we tell them about this, there will be no hope!
You know their temperaments. They stay in the mountains and don't care about worldly affairs. They meditate until their brains are damaged. They are very stubborn!
"Brother, don't forget, they don't like you! And Shi Jian is still on the mountain!"

Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu couldn't help but fall silent. How could he not know what Taoist Simu meant.

He originally became a monk late in life, but only because of his outstanding talents did he gradually stand out among his peers.

But he started learning skills in the mountains at the age of 20, so how could he compare to Shi Jian who grew up in the mountains since childhood.

According to the Maoshan sect's rules, both he and Shi Jian were strong contenders for the next generation leader, and they should both stay at the Maoshan headquarters to meditate.

But he came here and opened a charity home to support himself. Uncle Jiu didn't want to recall the intrigue involved.

"Brother, you look so depressed. It's fine if you learn it, but you don't need to use it for the time being.

"After another twenty years, all the old guys will have passed away, Bai Jing will have achieved great power and will be invincible. Who will dare to gossip about him?"

Taoist Simu made faces.

"This is treason! You can say this to me, but please keep your mouth shut when you are outside!"

Uncle Jiu scolded.

"Look, you're anxious again! If I were to ask you, you'd be a stubborn old man forever! It's time to change!"

"you!"

Uncle Jiu was furious, but he could do nothing about Taoist Simu.

After some discussion, Uncle Jiu finally agreed.

"You can learn it if you want, but don't use it lightly unless your life is at stake.

You must not reveal even a little bit in front of your master uncle, so I don’t need to explain the pros and cons too much.”

"The disciple understands."

Bai Ding nodded.

Shi Jianke has been keeping an eye on them, master and disciple. If they make a mistake, it would be tantamount to handing the handle to him.

"My books are all at home. You can come with me to the temple tomorrow."

Taoist Simu said.

"Yes."

Seeing that the matter was settled, Bai Jing looked relaxed.

"It's getting late, you should go down."

After Bai Jing left, Uncle Jiu also wanted to return to his room early as he had not finished today's evening class yet.

"Brother, please stay."

"what happened?"

Uncle Jiu was puzzled and thought that if there was anything to say, he had to wait until Bai Jing left.

"Brother, do you know what Bai Jing has done in the past three years?"

Taoist Simu's expression gradually became serious.

"Traveling... Is he lying to me?!" Uncle Jiu thought of Bai Jing's endless treasures again. Could it be that he really went to rob tombs?
"It seems that you really don't know. That's right, why would he tell you?"

Taoist Simu sighed and took out a black and white photo from his bag.

"You can see for yourself. I didn't discover this. Qianzuru has bigger business than me and has more connections. He asked me to give this to you."

Uncle Jiu’s pupils shrank.

…………

[Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully fishing and gaining three years of cultivation. ]

A strong warm current appeared in the body out of nowhere, and Bai Jing quickly used the magic spell to refine it.

"call……"

Half an hour later, Bai Jing opened his eyes and felt that the pure Yang magic power in the Purple Palace had become three times more refined. A smile flashed across his face.

He is now at the perfect level of a patrol warlock and is only one step away from a breakthrough, but this step is not so easy to take.

Especially since it was not easy for him to cultivate his Pure Yang magic power, three years of cultivation would only be counted as one year's worth after being refined by him.

"It would be nice if I could catch more cultivation points."

Of the many rewards for fishing, his favorite was cultivation.

With the support of Maoshan, he has no shortage of skills and a lot of magical instruments in stock, but it is difficult to improve his cultivation.

When you encounter a bottleneck in your practice, you can basically just work hard to get through it. As for the opportunity to break through, it is too rare, so Bai Jing has never thought about it.

"It's okay. Give me another ten years of practice and I will surely be able to break through!"

early morning.

Bai Jing absorbed the energy of the morning sun to practice as usual. After he finished, he saw Uncle Jiu standing in the yard looking at him.

"Come with me."

Uncle Jiu said in a deep voice.

"Oh."

Bai Jing keenly noticed that Uncle Jiu seemed to be in a bad mood today, but he didn't think much about it. He just thought that he was going to leave again and the old man was reluctant to let him go.

It was not until he arrived at Uncle Jiu's room and saw the two spirit tablets and the photo on the table that Bai Jing realized something was wrong.

"Master, you know everything."

Bai Jing picked up a piece of white cloth and wiped the already clean spirit tablet again and again.

"You have nothing to say in front of them?

They sent you here not only to protect you from evil spirits, but also to leave roots for your Bai family so that they wouldn't follow their old path!"

Uncle Jiu spoke calmly, but his lips were trembling slightly.

The Bai family used to be very large, and Bai Jing had seven brothers and sisters.

Three of them were thrown into prison as civil servants, and four of them died on the battlefield as military soldiers.

Bai Jing's parents were Uncle Jiu's best friends before he went up the mountain. They became that lewd capitalist a few years ago and ended up being gone too.

"Great! No wonder you insisted on taking this road three years ago. Is this road so easy to take?!"

Uncle Nine was hysterical.

Wencai, who was outside the door and came to call the two of them to eat, was startled.

"What are you doing, big brother? You're going to piss off Master right after you get back."

Wencai muttered something and ran away quickly.

"Since I was born in this era, I should do something to make my life worthwhile."

Bai Jingling pointed into the air and drew a soundproofing note that covered the surroundings.

"But they don't want you to go. You are being very unfilial!"

"The disciple is filial but not obedient."

Uncle Jiu slumped in his chair, as if all his energy and spirit had been drained away.

"I can't convince you with reason, so go away."

(End of this chapter)