This is also the only way for Northern sect disciples to learn skills. There are not so many soft-hearted and ruthless people.
Take Xu Mo for example, the more he rejects something, the more he has to accept it.
Firstly, it is to develop true skills. Secondly, once a person particularly dislikes or likes something, it is very likely to be taken advantage of by someone with ulterior motives.
In the end, these things will become your own fetters.
I was less than ten years old when I followed the master, and I was at that age when I was greedy. I would not put down my chopsticks when I caught something delicious.
Because of this, I got a lot of canes.
According to my master's hand, although we, the craftsmen, have a low life, we are treated the same as the emperor.
No matter how delicious or favorite food you eat today, you won’t be able to touch it within half a month.
It is true that peers are enemies. This is to prevent peers from causing mischief behind their backs.
When I told Xu Mo these things, he obviously didn't believe me.
"The world outside is not as dangerous as you say, so please stop scaring me, Master."
What you said is not something you can argue with Xia Chong.
I nodded to myself and applauded: "I have to thank you."
"Huh? What are you thanking me for?"
"Thank you for making me decide to be cruel to you, a youngling."
At this time, Zhi'an had already caught up from behind: "Why haven't you arrived yet?"
I looked up and saw a house number written on a wooden board hanging on the red brick wall, and then looked down at the paper in my hand.
"Just enter through this alley."
As soon as we turned into the alley, the old couple were already waiting at the door.
I walked up to him and introduced him proactively: "This is the headmaster of Baiyun Palace, Master Zhi'an."
The old man rubbed his hands on his clothes in a slight panic, and bent deeper when shaking hands.
"Hello, Master!"
"Quick, quick, please come inside."
His yard is not small, but at least two-thirds of it is taken up by the cowshed, making the path for people walking extremely narrow.
The old lady brought several chipped enamel bowls half filled with water.
I opened my mouth and asked directly: "Why can't I see many people on this road?"
"Hi!" The old man sat on the stool with a dejected look on his face: "Everyone who can move is gone. We can't leave here, so we can only stay here."
Zhi'an and I looked at each other, and Zhi'an immediately understood the intention and took over the conversation.
"Just in time, tell us what happened to you."
The old man took out the cigarette bag again and started smoking, followed by sighs.
It is said that in this village, there is a family named Wang, who has a little grandson left at home.
This little grandson has been different since he was a child. He can't speak even at the age of five. Even if he went to the city to check, nothing could be found wrong.
I invited several goddesses over and over again, but I didn't find any clues.
Until one day, the child suddenly spoke, but it was muffled and could not be heard clearly at all.
But no matter what, the child finally spoke, and the adults were very happy.
But if you listen carefully to your ear, you will no longer be happy.
The kid said he was leaving tonight and he must not look for him.
These were definitely not words spoken by a five-year-old child, and everyone present was instantly furious.
Really having no choice, he found those goddesses again.
Several goddesses got together and figured out a way to let the child sleep in the pot and treat it as the child of the Stove Lord. It should be fine.
The old man laughed while talking: "This is the first time I've seen someone put a child in a pot."
Zhi'an nodded solemnly and motioned for the old man to continue.
But I have heard some clues. These goddesses are quite capable. They know how to use Yang Fire to suppress people, so as to avoid losing their souls at night.
Even in today's rural areas, there are such native methods.
Logically speaking, this method can deal with most seductive imps, so there shouldn't be any problems.
The old man coughed up a mouthful of thick phlegm and continued talking...
