Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

After Mao Xiaofang finished reciting, he looked at Chu Sheng and asked, "How well do you remember it?"

Chu Sheng handed the paper back, explaining, "Besides a few uncommon characters, I still need Master's guidance."

"Oh?" Mao Xiaofang looked at the handwriting on the paper, quite satisfied:

"Your handwriting is quite good, but you hesitated a bit when you put the pen to paper. You need to work on your character in the future."

Judging a person by their handwriting is a minor skill, and it's not difficult for Mao Xiaofang.

Chu Sheng replied, "Master is right. I will definitely work hard to cultivate my character in the future."

Mao Xiaofang patiently explained several more complex words and phrases before returning the paper to Chu Sheng:

"Try syllable breathing first, and combine it with the breathing method I will teach you to feel the flow of energy throughout your body."

Next, he explained in detail how to regulate one's breathing.

Chu Sheng tried as instructed, but at first he only felt short of breath and his mind was in turmoil.

After repeating it several times, I gradually got a feel for the rhythm, and a very slight tingling sensation came from between my eyebrows.

Mao Xiaofang had been observing, and a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes at this moment:

"Can one grasp the 'Bright Hall' upon first contemplation?"

"Your aptitude... is much better than Chu Da's back then."

Yu Chuda, who was pretending to sweep the floor with a broom nearby, blushed upon hearing this and muttered:

"Master, why are you exposing my shortcomings... Am I no longer your most intelligent disciple?"

Mao Xiaofang ignored him and said seriously to Chu Sheng:

"If you have any questions in the future, you can ask your teacher, or you can communicate more with your fellow students."

After calming down, Chu Sheng carefully put away his notebook, scratched his head, and showed a hint of shyness.

"Is there anything else?" Mao Xiaofang asked curiously.

"Um, Master, I'd like to learn some martial arts. Could you teach me?"

To be honest, Chu Sheng's biggest dream in life was to learn a real martial art.

Regardless of whether it will be useful when we get back.

In short, it was worth the trip.

Mao Xiaofang shook his head. "I don't specialize in martial arts. I only know one style, Maoshan Fist. I'll have Chu Da teach it to you later."

Chu Sheng exclaimed "Ah!" and subconsciously said:

"Master, isn't our sect capable of conjuring lightning?"

Mao Xiaofang raised his eyebrows and said, "You mean the 'Lightning Thunder Fist' that my senior brother cultivates?"

"I don't know."

After saying that, he snorted and left!

"Hehe...you got scolded, didn't you?" Yu Chuda, who was watching the commotion from the side, said with a chuckle.

After a moment's thought, Chu Sheng immediately realized that this wasn't directed at him, and guessed, "Does Master and his senior brother not get along?"

"Of course it's not good," Yu Chuda said. "Our eldest uncle is domineering, acts forcefully, and most importantly... he's unreasonable."

"Apart from the eldest grand-uncle who thought highly of himself, none of the master or the other uncles and aunts liked him."

Chu Sheng shrugged. Shi Jian was indeed a bad person, with poor character. He grinned and turned his gaze to Yu Chuda:

"Then please teach me Maoshan Fist, Third Senior Brother."

"You really want to learn?" Yu Chuda asked hesitantly. "Practicing boxing is boring. How about I teach you to draw talismans instead?"

Chu Sheng shook his head. "No, I want to learn boxing."

Yu Chuda sighed, put down the broom, walked to the middle, and said:

"Then watch carefully."

He stood with his feet slightly apart, neither too far apart nor too far apart, and his relaxed demeanor vanished instantly, his back straightening slightly like a bow.

The first move, "The Lion Dances and the Bell Rings!"

Before he could finish speaking, he let out a short, low shout, took a half-step forward with his left foot, and landed with a thud.

Twisting his waist, thrusting his shoulder, and swinging his arm, the movements were so fast that they left a blur—his right fist slammed forward like a heavy hammer!

It was clearly just an air strike, yet it created a short, sharp gust of wind, causing sleeves to flutter.

"Second Form - Embrace the Original Spirit and Guard the One!"

"The third move—Cloud Hands Parting the Mist!"

……

The two of them, one teaching and the other learning, quickly passed the morning.

Yu Chuda's stomach was growling with hunger, and he said in a mature manner:

"Junior brother, martial arts is a minor path, and it is worlds apart from my cultivation of magic."

"Besides, Master said that a person's energy is limited, and one cannot learn this and then learn that."

"Choose one from magic or martial arts, understand?"

Chu Sheng smiled and said, "I understand, Third Senior Brother. I'm just curious."

Yu Chuda waved his hand, "Come on, come with me to start a fire and make lunch for our master."

This time, Chu Sheng didn't discourage Yu Chuda and followed along. It's unclear whether this was because Yu Chuda had never had brothers growing up, or because he'd spent too much time in the modern world.

I learned two words from Yu Chuda: sincerity!

Upon arriving in the kitchen, Chu Sheng was in charge of starting the fire, while Yu Chuda was in charge of cooking.

He launched a fierce attack with a large fire, wildly swinging his shovel.

In an instant, the fire in the stove leaped half a foot high.

The iron shovel clashed against the iron pot, making a continuous "clanging" sound.

What's even more terrifying is that he managed to turn a stir-fried vegetable dish into a charcoal-colored mess.

"Senior brother? Is this all you're going to cook?" Chu Sheng asked, staring at the seven black wild vegetables that had just been served on the plate.

"My master said that when traveling, everything should be kept simple; a stir-fried vegetable dish is enough."

Yu Chuda proudly picked up a wild vegetable with his fingertips and put it in his mouth.

After chewing a few times, he didn't forget to lick the vegetable oil off his hands, and smiled contentedly at Chu Sheng:

"Junior brother, you should try it too, it's absolutely delicious."

Chu Sheng waved his hand and declined Yu Chuda's offer; he really had no appetite for the black wild vegetables.

For a moment, I even felt a little nostalgic.

He'd left those beef-flavored enoki mushroom noodles under the bed for three months, too lazy to even pick them up.

What Chu Sheng found even more unbelievable was...

At the dinner table, neither Mao Xiaofang nor Ma Danna felt there was anything wrong with the dish; on the contrary, they ate it with great relish.

Chu Sheng took a bite of the dried flatbread with his eyes closed, his heart filled with mixed emotions:

"No wonder everyone says the older generation is hardworking and resilient; it really was hard work!"

...

The sect has very strict rules at the dinner table. Mao Xiaofang didn't speak until he had finished eating and put down his chopsticks.

"Later, I will be working with your senior uncle to refine talisman paper."

"If you have nothing else to do, go and catch some pheasants and wild dogs. Your master needs a lot of chicken blood and black dog blood."

Upon hearing this, Yu Chuda immediately complained, "Master, where would we get wild chickens and dogs from in this wretched village?"

"Can we get another one?"

Mao Xiaofang grabbed his chopsticks and tapped Yu Chuda on the head, his attitude resolute:

"No, it has to be done."

Yu Chuda pouted and rubbed his head, saying, "Alright then, I'll take my junior brother up the mountain to take a look later."

"Um..." he changed the subject, "What if we don't catch them?"

Mao Xiaofang rolled her eyes at him: "Then you'd better prepare to collect my corpse."

Upon hearing that Mao Xiaofang was serious, Yu Chuda quickly pulled Chu Sheng up to raise his hand in assurance:

"No, Master."

"Don't worry, even if we have to search the entire mountain, your disciple and... junior brother will find chicken blood and black dog blood for you."

Mao Xiaofang said solemnly, "This matter is of great importance and cannot be taken lightly."

Seeing Mao Xiaofang's serious expression, Chu Sheng suggested:

"Master, could we bring Itachi with us? With him, catching a few wild animals shouldn't be a problem."