A month has passed, and the baby has long been taken away by the police to find his parents. The one who can hear the news of Li Daniu is not Li Daniu's same village, that is, the next village, it should not be difficult to find.

During this period, Sun Yuting came several times, Zhang Daoran had not withdrawn the formation, and Sun Yuting had no chance to go up the mountain. Jingchen went down the mountain to meet Sun Yuting, and knew that Jingchen lived in the Taoist temple and had not come to Huxin Island for a long time.

"Hey ......"

In front of the door of the Taoist temple, Jing Chen moved towards the kitchen with a wooden barrel in one hand. It was difficult to walk with the water in both arms, and if he couldn't hold on, he put it on the ground, and the bottom of the pointed bucket was damaged.

"I've got to hold on!"

Jing Chen cheered himself up in his heart, the Taoist had already taken him in, and now he wanted to do chores by himself, which must have a deep meaning. Jing Chen was convinced of this, so he didn't complain in his heart, on the contrary, Jing Chen felt that he was very useless.

The wooden barrel only absorbs enough water and weighs about thirty or forty catties, and the filling of water is only seventy or eighty catties. Jingchen saw that when he took care of the baby a month ago, Zhang Daoran walked like a fly with two buckets of water in both hands, as if there was nothing.

"The calligraphy of the Taoist is related to arm strength?"

Jingchen thought this more than once, so every time he thought of being able to learn calligraphy, he gritted his teeth and insisted.

"Still lacking ...... heat"

Glancing at Jing Chen lightly, Zhang Daoran shook his head.

Zhang Daoran didn't know how to practice calligraphy, but he also understood that writing calligraphy requires a strong wrist and a steady hand holding the brush. Jingchen is thin and very thin. It is still necessary to strengthen the exercise, otherwise the high-intensity calligraphy learning will not be able to bear the arms.

Now Zhang Daoran not only has to exercise Jingchen's arm strength, but also Jingchen's endurance.

"Now is just the beginning, you can't pass this level, so don't follow the poor way to learn calligraphy. ”

Standing up, Zhang Daoran took out a red-skinned gourd: "After all, you need a qualified agent, if you have a cult of creation, what if the poor Dao passes on your immortal technique?"

"Jingchen ......"

Zhang Daoran stopped Jing Chen, who was about to walk out of the Taoist Temple with an empty bucket: "Come here......"

"The Taoist ......"

Jing Chen was a little excited and a little uneasy in his heart. I don't know if Zhang Daoran didn't take a fancy to him and asked him to leave the Taoist temple, or if he wants to teach himself calligraphy now.

"Eat this......"

took out a round pill and handed it to Jing Chen: "I have limited talent, so I have to use external force to assist." ”

A little ashamed in his heart, Jing Chen didn't know what kind of pill this was, thinking of the pill that Zhang Daoran had used to treat the baby before, that kind of magic, Jing Chen took the pill without hesitation. Directly put it in his mouth, it is not that the elixir melts in the mouth, but it is like eating a clod of soil, and the rich spicy smell of medicine fills his nasal cavity, and Jing Chen almost can't help but vomit it.

finally took the pill, and the spicy smell made Jing Chen's eyes full of tears.

"Go ahead, take control of your strength..."

Zhang Daoran waved his hand, then sat cross-legged on the stone pier and continued to read the Taoist scriptures.

Wiping his eyes, Jing Chen was a little puzzled, and wanted to ask Zhang Daoran what kind of pill he was taking for himself, but in the end he couldn't help but ask.

Speaking of the double barrel, Jing Chen was suddenly stunned: "The double barrel is so light?"

A bright light flashed in his eyes, and Jing Chen suddenly realized: "What the Dao Chief gave me just now won't be an elixir?"

The double barrels are seventy or eighty pounds, and it was difficult to carry the empty barrels just now, but now it is like holding two empty wine bottles in the hand.

Xing hurriedly carried the empty bucket to the back of the Taoist temple, filled it with water and tried to lift the double barrel, the weight increased slightly, Jingchen felt that he was only carrying a bottle of beer, happily raised his arms, and ran towards the Taoist temple: "I have become a strong man!"

"Alas... The qualifications are still insufficient, if Li Da Niu eats the Dragon Tiger Pill, he will have a thousand catties of arm strength, and Jing Chen will have a maximum of three hundred catties of arm strength......"

Zhang Daoran was very dissatisfied, with disappointment on his face.

Where did Jingchen know Zhang Daoran's disappointment, he was excited, carrying buckets in and out one by one, filling the water tank and watering the vegetable garden, it was not yet noon.

"Dao Chief..."Jing Chen, who had successfully completed the task, came to Zhang Daoran's side: "Do you need to cook now?"

Jingchen's reputation has not improved much over the years, and he has been mixed in the Provincial Book Association, but he has good cooking skills. This is the most proud thing for Jing Chen, every day he sees Zhang Daoran eating very well, Jing Chen has more hope in his heart.

Now that Zhang Daoran has given him the Dragon Tiger Pill, Jing Chen knows very well that Zhang Daoran is going to start cultivating him.

"Bring out the table, take out the writing instruments, and see your calligraphy skills. ”

Before it was time to eat, Zhang Daoran didn't let Jingchen cook.

Jing Chen's heart was even more excited, ran into another room, moved out the dilapidated Eight Immortals Table, and brought a rice paper, pen and ink inkstone: "Dao Chang ......"

Zhang Daoran stood up: "Write some words, look at ......"

Jingchen groaned slightly, picked up the brush, and wrote down a few words.

Zhang Daoran watched from the side, his face was indifferent, and he couldn't tell whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied.

Jingchen's words are decent, not good, not bad. There is a certain gap with the master of calligraphy, but it is much better than some people's writing.

"Write a few words in the poor road......"

Zhang Daoran took the brush, Jingchen stepped aside, and Zhang Daoran's whole temperament changed. Like a sword with a sword in the sky. Jing Chen couldn't help but take a few steps back, his face full of horror: "Gather momentum into an abyss!"

You can gather momentum into an abyss casually, and this kind of gathering momentum has a compelling momentum!

Jingchen didn't even have time to see how Zhang Daoran wrote, and the momentum on Zhang Daoran's body had disappeared: "According to the artistic conception of poor Dao, this font is written ......"

"Fighting the sword to the end of the world......"

Jing Chen's eyes fell on the font written by Zhang Daoran, which was the words he wrote just now. Comparing the two fonts, the judgment is high. Zhang Daoran's font has an invisible momentum, and every word has a different artistic conception.

"Copy these words a few times, then you go down the mountain to buy some rice paper, and tomorrow you will start copying the Tao Te Ching. ”

Zhang Daoran sat cross-legged on the stone pier again, and Jingchen watched Zhang Daoran's words for a long time, and then picked up the brush and began to copy.

I don't know how many times I copied it, until the little rice paper was all used up, Jing Chen found that it was already afternoon, and Zhang Daoran had already cooked the meal and served it on the stone table.

"Dao Chang......" Jingchen was surprised, but he didn't expect Zhang Daoran to bother himself to practice calligraphy, and his heart was moved: "I'll cook in the future......"

Zhang Daoran nodded and did not refuse, and the two of them began to eat in silence. Jing Chen suddenly raised his head, looked at Zhang Daoran and asked, "Dao Chief, is the elixir you gave me an elixir?" I feel that I am full of strength and have endless strength. ”

"Ask what should be asked, don't ask what shouldn't be asked. What should be said, the poor way will say, and what should not be said, the poor way will not tell you. ”

After eating, Zhang Daoran turned around and left: "Clean up, go down the mountain to buy rice paper, buy more, for a while, you shouldn't have time to go down the mountain." ”

The boat has been sent back with the help of Li Kuan, and Jingchen went out once a few days ago to buy some seasonings for cooking. Therefore, Zhang Daoran was not worried that Jingchen would get lost on the lake.

......

Jingchen went down the mountain, Zhang Daoran entered the Dan room, refined nine Kailing Pills, and it was not until night was about to come that Jingchen returned to the Taoist Temple with rice paper with a gloomy face. When he saw Zhang Daoran for the first time, he said with a voice full of anger: "Dao Chief, the baby I saved last time has not yet found his parents, I heard that it is a villager from Lizhuang Village, and the family did not know where to go a month ago......