In the 20th year of Tianyuan, Grain Rain, neither wind nor rain, it is sunny, and the green bamboo is paved with good festivals.

The rising sun was rising, and in the bamboo forest beside the moat in the south of Gusu City, a little boy in a red Taoist robe was standing bent with his legs, his hands standing upright in front of him, staging his horse in an open space in the forest.

The little boy is nothing else. It is Chen Jin who lived here with his master after leaving Weinan Town half a year ago.

During this six months, no matter whether it is windy or rainy, he would get up before dawn every day and take a horse stance here for half an hour.

When he first started to stance, he had to stop and rest for more than ten times in his horse stance in just half an hour. Later, after gradually gaining some skills, he only needed to stop and rest for eight or nine times in half an hour.

Later, just like now, after half an hour of stance, he only needed to stop and rest three or four times.

When the warm sun in the sky is protruding, it is also when Chen Jin is about to finish his horse stance every day.

In front of the open space is the coffin shop where the master and the disciple live. Old Taoist Wang walked out of the shop with his hands behind his back, and turned to the open space behind the house.

After seeing his master, Chen Jin held his hands, stood up and walked to a flat flat stone platform on the open space and sat cross-legged.

The old Taoist priest walked to a flat stone platform not far from Chen Jin and sat cross-legged.

In this way, both the master and the apprentice closed their eyes and began to breathe and sit up.

This is also a must-do morning class Chen Jin has to do every day. He sat meditated for about half an hour. When the sunlight shone on his face began to burn a little, the meditation of the master and apprentice ended here.

The one-hour Zama and Teng Na also meant that Chen Jin's morning class today ended here.

Of course, this is just the beginning of the day. Next, Chen Jin still has classes to take.

After following his master Wang Zanghai to live in this mansion, the old Taoist priest found a school for him in the city at the beginning of the year so that he could learn literature and calligraphy.

Therefore, after finishing the morning class at the same time every day, Chen Jin had to clean up and go to the school for half a day of class.

After an hour of morning class, Chen Jin and Mr. Wang returned to the back hall of the coffin shop, sat around a wooden table and started to have breakfast.

"Master, is the old lady of Mr. Qian's family really a corpse transformed?"

While chewing with a white bun, Chen Jin asked about a rumor I heard in the city yesterday.

Because recently, Qian Man in the city had something wrong with his family, and that matter happened to be solved by his master.

After asking a word, the old Taoist priest not only did not respond to Chen Jin, but raised his hand and bounced heavily in front of his forehead, scolding him: "Don't eat or sleep. What are you doing with this leisure? Eat quickly, and after finishing your meal, I will teach you a class."

"Oh~" Chen Jin nodded obediently on the surface and stopped talking, but at this moment he was cursing in his heart.

"Old guy, what other gun medicine have you taken? I put on a bad face early in the morning, I..."

Although I was a little dissatisfied, it was only a moment and would disappear in a blink of an eye.

After half a year of getting along, although Mr. Wang usually has a strange temper, he treats Chen Jin in every way.

For example, although he had hit Chen Jin hard, after the ballooning, the old Taoist priest quietly clamped the two big chicken legs of a chicken on the dining table into his apprentice's bowl.

"Yesterday I met Master Zhou, who said that you have recently copied a 100-time document form, but you have only copied it fifty times."

When Old Dao Wang was holding the chicken legs, he casually said this. At this point, Chen Jin understood why he was bounced that way just now.

"This is the case, but Master Zhou asked us to copy the text table a hundred times, isn't it just to let us memorize the text table? I think I can already understand the text table in my heart. Therefore, what is the difference between fifty times and hundred times?

Master, you said that being a role model is not good at acting recklessly. Is it inappropriate to be so old-fashioned?"

Hearing Chen Jin's allusion, Old Dao Wang stretched out his finger and bounced it hard on Chen Jin's head without saying a word.

"Fuck you, if you ask me to copy it a hundred times, you have to copy it a hundred times. If you don't have to copy it a little less, what if you are familiar with it? In life, no matter what big or small things, you must learn to restrain your own light. Being familiar with it is not your arrogant capital."

"What the master said is that Jin'er understands."

After listening to his master's teaching, Chen Jin responded obediently. It was not a perfunctory response, but he felt that the old Taoist priest's words still make some sense.

After breakfast, Chen Jin, who was educated, went back to the room and took out the big cloth bag containing his own books and prepared to go to the school to attend classes.

While walking, he put the cloth bag on his back side. When he walked to the door frame of the backyard entering the front hall, he suddenly stopped.

"Master, has Mrs. Qian really changed the corpse?"

"Baby, were there too many poisonous mosquitoes last night? Let's talk clearly, how powerful are you?"

Hearing the old Taoist priest's stern shout, Chen Jin gave up the idea of ​​asking and moved into the front hall.

There are seven or eight coffins placed in the front hall, which are all done by Mr. Wang when he is in a leisurely manner.

When he first came here half a year ago, he had a deep sense of fear about the coffin placed in the front hall. Later, as time passed, his fear became smaller and smaller.

Recently, he even dared to lie in the coffin to sleep. Of course, he learned this from his master because Mr. Wang had the habit of taking a nap, and he slept in the coffin every time.

In addition, Mr. Wang’s career is not a coffin seller, but a Taoist priest who is quite famous in this Gusu city and can expel evil spirits and demons.

As for why he likes to make coffins, no one knows this, and even Chen Jin doesn't know it, but Chen Jin knows that the coffin shop where his master lives is not opened by Mr. Wang.

Because Mr. Wang came to Gusu City three years ago, the owner of this coffin shop was planning to close the business because he was old, so he bought it.

...

After half a year of pricking horses and some of the fists and kicks that Mr. Wang taught on weekdays, Chen Jin is now very different from half a year ago.

After leaving the coffin shop, he stepped lightly on the road in the bamboo forest and rushed to the school.

As he walked through the bamboo forest and was about to step onto the small bridge and cross the river, a bald wizard came towards him.

After casually scanning his eyes, Chen Jin found that the mage looked not old, and he looked about in his early twenties. He had a fat head and ears, his robe was half open, revealing a round belly, looking stupid and stupid, revealing a bit funny.

"Little donor, does Senior Wang Zanghai live nearby?"

When Chen Jin looked at the fat monk, the other party asked.

"You walk straight along this road and you will find him after you see a coffin shop."
Chapter completed!