I Have a Monster Farm

"Junior Brother! Junior Brother! It's not good, Master is back." Qian Jiale quickly ran towards Xiaotan, his face full of anxiety.

By the edge of the pool, there is a reclining chair, a small table, and two small buckets, each containing earthworms, half buckets of water, and fish in the water.

On the small table, there are teapots and teacups. The tea is slightly cold and has no heat.

"thump!"

Zhang Ziyu, who was lying comfortably on the recliner, was shocked by senior brother Qian Jiale's roar.

With a sudden jerk of the pole, the big fish that had been prepared to take the bait fell directly back into the pool.

"Junior Brother, stop fishing, Master is back. I'll be angry again when I see you slacking fishing again."

Zhang Ziyu glanced at his senior brother resentfully, and said quietly: "At least a big fish weighing ten catties, Senior Brother Jiale~"

Jia Le showed embarrassment, quickly changed the subject, and said, "I'll make it up for you another day, or Master will be angry."

As soon as Zhang Ziyu put away the fishing rod, he handed it to Qian Jiale, then held the teapot in his hand, folded up the table, and carried it behind his back.

Picking up the small fish bucket, he handed the earthworm bucket to his brother, and said, "Brother, please carry the rest of the reclining chairs. I'll go first."

"It's like this again, junior brother, why don't we change it, the reclining chair is very heavy."

"Hey, brother, what did you say, I can't hear you because of the strong wind."

Qian Jiale wanted to carry the small table instead, but Zhang Ziyu had already come and ran away for a hundred meters when the words came to his mouth.

Qian Jiale had no choice but to pick up the folding bamboo recliner and follow.

When the brothers and sisters returned home from the pool, their master Simu Daozhang had already arrived home first.

I saw him wearing a yellow Taoist robe, rolled up his sleeves, adjusted his glasses, and then held a bamboo stick as thick as his forearm in his hand.

"Master, you are back, and you have worked hard to send the 'guest' off."

Zhang Ziyu put on a smiling face when they met, and behaved as he should.

Although the four-eyed Taoist priest is very thin, it still hurts when a monk's bamboo board hit him.

"Ziyu, Master misses you to death, come quickly and let Master take a good look."

The Taoist chief with four eyes smiled, and when he talked about taking a good look, he almost gritted his teeth.

Well, you little bastard, I won't practice hard when I go out, go out and play, right?

"Master, don't be so enthusiastic."

Zhang Ziyu took two steps back calmly, and then said: "By the way, master and senior brother took me to go fishing, saying that you love fish, and I will cook fish soup for you tonight."

As he spoke, he tilted the bucket containing the two big fish in his hand, so that the four-eyed priest could see the fish inside.

Just as Zhang Ziyu finished speaking, Qian Jiale happened to come up behind him. When he heard this, his eyes widened and he became anxious.

"Master, I don't, don't talk nonsense."

Zhang Ziyu chuckled, and said, "Senior brother is just modest, you see, he still holds this fishing rod."

"Your junior brother, this is."

"Senior brother, stop talking, it's all thanks to you."

Zhang Ziyu patted Qian Jiale's shoulder, and then said, "Senior brother, slowly get in touch with Master, I'm going to cook."

The Taoist priest with four eyes took a stick and approached the two brothers with arrogant steps.

Who is he? Back then, he was the most mischievous person on Damao Peak, but now he couldn't tell what kind of tricks the two senior brothers were playing.

This is all left over from his playing, why didn't Qianhe and Senior Brother Lin get tricked by him back then.

Originally, he wanted to teach the two brothers a lesson together, but the next moment, when Zhang Ziyu said that he was going to cook, Simu and Qian Jiale's master and apprentice's expressions changed at the same time.

"Ahem, Ziyu, you are a junior brother, how can I leave the cooking to you, let your senior brother do it."

"Yes, yes, junior, it's not easy for you to catch these two fish, so don't waste your time."

The master and apprentice coaxed and lied, snatched the fish in the bucket, and ran towards the kitchen without looking back, as if avoiding Zhang Ziyu.

Zhang Ziyu snorted, and looked at the backs of the two of them in displeasure.

"Isn't it just that the taste is a little off, at most it's sweet and sour turned sour, and I have to go to the toilet a few more times, as for that."

Zhang Ziyu picked up the fishing rod left on the ground, and walked into the house in the small courtyard with the same four-eyed Taoist priest.

The appearance is extremely relaxed, like a boy returning home after playing.

Zhang Ziyu is not from this world, but an unlucky guy from the earth.

Singing songs while eating hot pot, the ceiling fell off the table, and then the people disappeared.

Time travel, in the eyes of modern people, is not a big bad thing. After all, if you are lucky, you may become a fairy or ancestor.

However, this little unlucky Zhang Ziyu is different.

Hao Duanduan crossed over to the mass grave, and his body turned into a thirteen or fourteen-year-old appearance. Not long after, he met some 'friendly' grandfathers, big sisters, and weird uncles.

In the middle of the night, he was chased by ghosts for several 'streets'. If Taoist Master Simu happened to be driving the 'guest' passing by, he would have died again.

The four-eyed Taoist priest has an out-of-the-ordinary personality and an interesting soul. Zhang Ziyu comes from modern times, so his personality is naturally very out-of-the-box.

The two of them were in perfect harmony, and when they came and went, they looked at each other and moved their minds to accept apprentices.

It has been four or five years since I became a master and apprentice and lived together until today.

"It's almost eighteen. Sure enough, I will always be eighteen, and it's almost time."

Zhang Ziyu held the grass in his mouth, his consciousness sank into his mind, and a progress bar appeared in front of his eyes.

"The monster ranch is being activated, the current progress is 99%"

They are all traversers, who doesn't have a golden finger, isn't it just a slow start.

Dinner is still ready, two dishes and one soup, one dish of dried radish, one dish of braised fish, and then there is a fish soup.

The three masters and apprentices sat down, and Qian Jiale helped with cooking.

"This bowl belongs to junior brother, this bowl belongs to master, and this bowl belongs to me."

Three bowls of rice were placed in front of each other, Qian Jiale picked up the chopsticks and was about to eat.

"Snapped"

As a result, the next moment, Taoist Master Simu patted the back of his hand with his chopsticks and said, "What's the hurry, do you know what day it is today?"

"Master, what day is today?"

The honest senior brother Jia Le looked confused and asked honest questions.

"Ahem, cough, Ziyu, today is your birthday, and Master bought you a cake in Renjia Town."

Daoist Simu fiddled around under the table, took out a kraft paper bag, and took out a piece of yellow cake that was already slightly lumpy.

Zhang Ziyu was stunned, staring blankly at the cake.

Seeing Zhang Ziyu's appearance, Simu Daochang laughed, and said with emotion: "It's been five years since I took you in at the mass grave, time flies."

"That. Master, do you think that the day you picked me up was my birthday?"

The Taoist priest with four eyes is confused!

"Isn't that that? That's what senior brother did when he picked up that brat Wen Cai."

Zhang Ziyu said faintly: "Brother Wencai was a baby when he was picked up. I was thirteen years old at the time, and I remember my birthday."

Daoist Simu was embarrassed, coughed twice, and said, "Who told you not to tell me, you haven't told me for so many years. Eat, eat!"

If Zhang Ziyu didn't say anything, it's no wonder that the four-eyed Taoist priest didn't know.

In the past, when celebrating birthdays, Priest Simu would silently give extra meals to the two apprentices for that day, either by cooking fish or going to the mountains to get some wild game to kill chickens or other things.

I didn't mean it. Zhang Ziyu, a modern person, naturally didn't notice it, and even if he felt something was wrong, he wouldn't bring it up.

This time, Taoist Simu passed through Renjia Town. He heard that those Westerners would have cakes for their birthdays. After thinking about it, the disciple seemed to be on his 18th birthday, so he simply gave him a surprise.

I didn't expect it to be self-defeating, which is embarrassing.

Qian Jiale and Zhang Ziyu looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Daoist Simu couldn't sit still anymore, so Papa knocked on the foreheads of the two of them, and said, "Why are you laughing, eat."

"Don't mind, share the cake first, I can't help but keep this thing."

The three master and apprentice fought for a while, shared the cake and ate it all.

Qian Jiale smacked his mouth after eating, and said with emotion: "Master, this cake is so sweet, it's my birthday next year. Can that be done?"

"Why, do you want cake?"

"Yes, Master."

"Okay, how old are you next year?"

"20, Master."

"Then in the next life, I will send you off at the age of eighteen."

"ah?"

Qian Jiale had a bitter face, Master was really stingy, it was too difficult.

Zhang Ziyu cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, sat across from Taoist Simu, and said, "Master, I have practiced at the fourth level of Qi."

The four-eyed Daoist who was picking his teeth was shocked and looked at Zhang Ziyu in disbelief.

"So fast?"

There are five realms of cultivation in this world, Qi training, foundation building, god refining, returning to the void, and joining the Tao. It is transformed from the Taoist system of refining refined Qi and refining Qi to transform gods. Each realm has nine levels.

Zhang Ziyu has been under Simu's sect for five years, and only then has he practiced the fourth level of qi, which seems unhappy.

But, for many, that's speed like genius.

Because after getting started, before practicing qi, one has to polish the body, exercise the mind, and understand Taoist classics.

If the body is not polished well, it is easy to go wrong if you practice qi rashly, and you will get twice the result with half the effort. When exorcising ghosts and exorcising evil spirits, it is easy to go wrong when you are exorcising demons and demons.

According to the words of Taoist Simu, if you can't beat the ghosts or run half a street, you will die first.

If your body is well trained, you can run a few more streets and live longer.

Zhang Ziyu polished his body for two years, practiced Baguazhang for a long time, and then slowly started to practice.

Four levels of qi training, this speed is much faster than Qian Jiale, and even faster than the two disciples of Uncle Jiu.

The apprentice is amazing, but the four-eyed Taoist priest is in a complicated mood.

On the one hand, he is happy that the old Taoist Simu has accepted a good apprentice.

On the other hand, it is reluctance and worry, because Zhang Ziyu has made an agreement that after the fourth level of Qi training, Zhang Ziyu can go out to explore the world.

"Stinky boy, do you want to leave here so much?"

"Master, there is no future for driving corpses, let alone how to find a wife in the county town."

"Good boy, you know how to find a wife, right?"

Zhang Ziyu sneered, and said, "I'm just making an analogy, I should go out and venture."

"snort"

Priest Simu snorted and said, "Okay, I know you can't sit still, so go to Renjia Town, and I will let my senior brother supervise your cultivation over there."

The apprentice naturally wants to go out and make a living when he grows up, not to mention that he knows himself as an apprentice.

In the past, Zhang Ziyu looked lazy fishing, but he was clever, and he would definitely not starve to death when he went out, and he could develop better.

In the mountain village, it is like a potential dragon trapped in the shallows, with no future.

If you have some skills, it's better to release it as soon as possible.

As for the other disciple, Jia Le, he was too honest, so he couldn't be released so quickly.

"Thank you, Master."

"No matter how sweet the mouth is, it's useless. Go and send the homeless 'guest' away first, and then I'll write a letter to your uncle."

The four-eyed Taoist pinched Zhang Ziyu's face severely, and then drove him and Jiale out of the room.

Daoist Simu fiddled for a while, dug out the letter, and began to write to Uncle Jiu.

He licked the brush, scratched his head, and thought hard about how to write a letter to reflect his Versailles, and "take care" of his good apprentice

Have!

Suddenly he showed a sly smile, and with an idea, he took up a pen and wrote.

"Senior brother, my disciple Ziyu has reached the fourth level of Qi training. He has made some small achievements, and his mind is wandering. The talent is like me, the talent is not weak, but he is lazy by nature and escapes. I hope that the senior will strictly discipline him and fight nine times in three days." Ton is no problem."

Even the disciple who was beaten up on Damao Peak can't be left behind, Amitabha bah, Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable.

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