A few days later.
"Dong dong dong."
There was a knock on the door, and Tan Jiajia, who was sitting in the room sorting things, raised her head and said, "Please come in."
The wooden lattice door was opened, and Zi Tong walked in carrying a dinner plate: "Young Master, it's time for you to eat."
He still maintained the appearance of Tan Yixing, wearing a blue robe and with no expression on his face.
This makes it easier for him to live in the Taoist temple. After all, if he goes out in another form, it will definitely cause a sensation.
Tan Jiajia hurriedly greeted him, wanting to take the dinner plate from Zi Tong's hand.
But the other party turned sideways and placed the dinner plate directly on the round table covered with light-colored tablecloth.
She had no choice but to sit down awkwardly, took the chopsticks from the other party, and watched Zi Tong place the meals on the table one by one.
In line with this ancient Taoist temple, for a moment, Tan Jiajia felt as if she had returned to ancient times and became a rich lady who was surrounded by people.
She calmed down, shook the strange thoughts out of her mind, and said to Zi Tong:
"Well... Well, Zi Tong, you don't need to call me Young Master from now on, just call me Jiajia. You don't need to be so respectful to me. We can just get along like before."
After placing the last dish, Zi Tong picked up the tray and said, "A lot of times, once you step into a certain area and know something, you can never go back to the past."
"Huh?? What did you say?"
Tan Jiajia was confused as to why this person suddenly turned on the chicken soup mode.
Zi Tong glanced at her and said calmly: "I said yes, Jiajia."
"Oh." Tan Jiajia nodded, picked up a piece of potato and put it in her mouth. Before she could taste the taste, she heard Zi Tong speak again.
"By the way, you have to remember that I made your head out of paper and it hasn't fully grown yet. Don't soak it in water during this period, otherwise your head will fall off."
"Okay, okay, I get it!"
Tan Jiajia nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice. She had heard Taoist Zhengqing say it a few days ago that her head had turned into a real ball of paste.
In order to resurrect her, Taoist Zhengqing and Zi Tong paid a heavy price. The former lost several ancient magic weapons, while the latter contributed 500 years of cultivation.
Zi Tong had to emphasize this three times every day, fearing that one day she would forget and plunge into the pool, making all their hard work go to waste.
Tan Jiajia said that they really thought too much, after all-
How could I forget such a thing! !
At that time, she saw with her own eyes that her head was blown to pieces, but when she woke up, she was alive and kicking again.
No matter how crazy you are, you will never forget this experience.
Seeing her sworn look, Zi Tong changed the topic: "Then you eat first. I'll come over to collect the plates later."
After saying that, he wanted to go out with the tray. But Tan Jiajia stopped him at this moment: "Wait a minute."
Zi Tong paused before leaving, turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"
Tan Jiajia stood up quickly, walked over and pulled Zi Tong to the table, diligently pulled out the stool for him and motioned for him to sit down.
"Come on, let's sit down and talk."
"..."
Zi Tong didn't understand what she was doing, but he sat down cooperatively and put the tray on the table: "Go ahead!"
Tan Jiajia also moved her stool and sat in front of him, her eyes sparkling: "Zitong, can you teach me martial arts?"
After thinking about it for a while, something was wrong. She changed her words and said, "It's not martial arts. Is it called immortal magic? Or is it magic magic?"
Zi Tong raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you want to practice Taoism?"
"Yes, yes!" Tan Jiajia slapped her thigh and said in realization.
"That's what I'm talking about, that is, to be able to control the wind and rain, sow beans into soldiers, be invulnerable, fly into the sky and escape from the earth..."
Before Tan Jiajia could finish her words, Zi Tong raised his hand and interrupted her: "Okay."
Um? ?
Tan Jiajia was startled: "You agree now?"
"Yeah." Zi Tong nodded, stood up and left without saying much.
Tan Jiajia quickly followed and asked: "Why did you agree so quickly? You didn't even ask me why or put forward several conditions to make things difficult for me."
"There's no need to make things difficult for you." Zi Tong put his hands in his wide cuffs and said as he walked without even raising his eyelids.
"Originally, my cultivation was given by my ancestors, and now it is justifiable to pass it on to you. As for the reason you mentioned, I'm afraid you want to avenge the family master and others."
Tan Jiajia's tone paused: "So you know."
"Well, that's a good idea, but it's a pity that you're out of your depth." Zi Tong commented coldly.
Hearing what he said, Tan Jiajia immediately shouted in displeasure: "Do you think I'm weak?"
Zi Tong paused, and Tan Jiajia, who was following behind him, almost bumped into him.
He turned around with an indifferent expression: "What do you think of monasticism?"
Tan Jiajia looked at his distant face and turned away slightly embarrassed: "You ask...I don't understand him very well."
Zi Tong looked at the clouds on the horizon and said: "Those who have the Dao have no heart, and those who have no heart have no Dao."
As he spoke, he turned his head and stared at Tan Jiajia. The midday sun was bright and clean, and there seemed to be a faint light on his body under the sun, which made Tan Jiajia feel ashamed.
What he said... was so profound... completely incomprehensible...
Just when Tan Jiajia was thinking about how to answer the call, she heard Zi Tong speak again: "Cultivators have high and low qualifications. With your qualifications, after practicing for a hundred years, you can almost touch the hem of the umbrella demon's clothes. ”
You know I don't understand, so you use a straightforward way to call me stupid?
Tan Jiajia burst into tears, she would never be so shocking.
"So, I advise you to give up that unrealistic idea." After Zi Tong finished speaking, he turned and left.
"Wait." Tan Jiajia ran in front of him and opened her arms to stop him.
"So what you just said you promised to teach me doesn't count?"
The location of the two of them was just outside the meditation room. Fortunately, Tianxu Temple was closed to visitors and there were no tourists among them. Therefore, no one saw the dispute between the two.
Zi Tong looked at the girl with firm eyes in front of him and said, "Of course it counts. What I just said is just to tell you the truth of the matter, so that you can understand your own abilities, so as not to let your good years go to waste."
At this point, his tone suddenly rose slightly: "Even if you are the head of the family, they will definitely not want you to live in hatred."
Tan Jiajia completely ignored what he said next, and only focused on what the other party promised to teach her: "Then when will we start."
Zi Tong frowned slightly, seeming a little annoyed by the other party's stubbornness: "Didn't I make it very clear to you just now? Your qualifications are too poor, and your efforts are destined to be in vain."
