"Prepare the pen and paper, the sword!"

Without waiting for Qiusheng Ah Zi to react, Uncle Jiu took off the yellow robe he was wearing, and then quickly waved a circle to cover the Eight Immortals table in front of him, turned over and jumped in front of the book basket, picked up the book basket and stood up.

"Wow-"

"That's amazing!"

Just this hand shocked the surrounding crowd, and they all marveled at Uncle Jiu's ability. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It's just—

"Master, what is a 'pen and ink sword'?"

The little boy Qiusheng still stayed aside with a puzzled expression, tilting his head, staring at the master Ninth Uncle who turned around with innocent eyes, saying that he was too young to understand.

In the past, those who followed Uncle Jiu were literary talents who had been practicing art for many years and were simply sluggish (commonly known as stupid), rather than lazy and slippery, and had not yet passed the level of drawing talismans.

So Qiusheng said that every word of this sentence is taken out, and he knows it, but he just puts it together......

Ha ha......

Stop fantasizing.

And Luo Zi on the side certainly knew...... It's been more than ten years, film and television dramas or something, he really only remembers those classic episodes, but he went to Uncle Nine to learn art and books, so that he can understand the meaning of some of the words, but what does that "knife" mean?

Uncle Nine held his breath in hatred, and said to Ah Zi and Qiusheng: "Yellow paper, red pen, black ink, kitchen knife, wooden sword!"

"Oh! " Qiusheng and Luo Zi hurriedly nodded and pecked at the little chicken, turned around and took out these things from another bookbasket, and then handed them to Uncle Nine one by one.

"Go catch a chicken!"

Uncle Nine placed these things on the bill one by one, frowned, and muttered for a while, and said to one of the people who were watching not far away.

"Ahh

"Wait!" Uncle Nine hurriedly raised his hand and shouted to stop him, "I haven't finished my words yet!"

Then the man turned around again.

"Remember, two years up, three years down, the big rooster with a bloody's comb!" shouted Uncle Nine, "It has to be the one you are crowing here!"

"Uh-huh!" the young man nodded in response, and went.

The people next to him are worthy of the famous "melon-eating masses", and in less than half an hour, these guys have already had watermelon seeds and peanuts in one hand, chattering while knocking -

"Oh, that's exquisite!"

"But it's not! This is a thing of the way of God and Shinto! Doesn't it all say that the rooster is yang and drives away yin and evil spirits? Especially this one who chirps!"

"That's true! Oh yes! It's a pity, yesterday a girl in the house slaughtered the one who called it more! Oh yes!

"Come on, just the one in your house, it will chirp before dawn, and the noise will be noisy to death, so it's good to slaughter!"

…………

"Hey, master, do you use chickens again?"

Qiusheng asked curiously when he came up.

Uncle Nine wanted to glare at him, but fortunately, he remembered that Qiusheng was not a literary talent who had been following him all the time, and he didn't know much about these common senses, so he couldn't help but explain in a low voice: "The rooster is a big yang thing, throughout the ages, most people who are sick and infected with yin and evil spirits will generally boil some chicken soup and eat some chicken or something afterwards to replenish their bodies, which is enough to illustrate this point." ”

"And there is a saying that 'the night before dawn' means that the time before the first rays of sunlight shine on the earth, when the evil things are at their strongest, and the time when they get the greatest increase in power, and the rooster that can be the first among the many roosters to crow, drive away the darkness, and summon the light, is definitely the rooster with the heaviest yang energy. ”

"Originally, the matter is so serious now, the master should have found the 'Shouming' rooster to do it, but now the time is pressing, so the master I can only retreat to the second best thing and find the Ren family's 'Shouming' rooster. ”

"Got it?"

After speaking, Uncle Nine stared at Luo Zi and Qiusheng with a stern gaze and expression, but asked in a fatherly tone.

"Got it, master!"

"Eun!

Luo Zi and Qiusheng hurriedly replied, saying that they knew.

And the onlookers also nodded their heads, and some of them took out their own wood sharpened practice notes on inferior gray paper, stealing teachers and snickering at the same time.

Uncle Nine glanced at them and sighed, but still didn't stop them.

If it weren't for the urgency of time, I wouldn't have fenced off this Dharma field and wouldn't let others steal a drop or a half?!

"Here it is, here comes the chicken!"

As he spoke, the man had already grabbed the chicken from the chicken pen, and it seemed that it had taken a lot of effort to get rid of it.

Seeing the subordinate who was still stained with unknown liquid running towards him, Luo Zi couldn't help but twitch in his heart, secretly swallowed saliva and forcibly suppressed the discomfort in his heart, avoided a few steps without a trace, tilted his head, and looked away.

He still remembers what Qiusheng did to himself through Wencai at that time!

Uncle Nine glanced at him, didn't speak, just pursed his lips and shook his head-when will he, an apprentice, lose the character of this eldest young master!

"Uncle Nine, the chicken is coming!" The young man said as he stood in front of Uncle Nine with a big rooster with plump wings, shiny coat, blood-like combs and piercing eyes, with excitement on his face.

"Okay! Catch it steady!" Uncle Nine didn't talk nonsense, just turned around and picked up the "knife" kitchen knife from the bill.

The young man subconsciously grabbed the wings and claws of the chicken.

At this time, Uncle Nine happened to cut the rooster's neck with a knife, and then with a hand, he took a porcelain bowl from the bill behind him and connected it to the bottom of the chicken's neck.

The young man was stunned for a while, but reacted quickly, and immediately turned the dying rooster upside down to facilitate Uncle Jiu to take the chicken blood.

Uncle Jiu's face was solemn, and he took a bowl of chicken blood (to be continued.) )