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"This..." Uncle Jiu said with a troubled look on his face, "Mr. Mo, you don't know that our sect belongs to the main sect of Maoshan, and there are very strict rules for worshiping the mountain gate. The disciples of the sect all start at the age of six and follow the master. Those who entered the Maoshan Patriarch's Ancestral Hall and ordered their fate cards..."

There is no doubt that this is impossible!

In today's world, in the Republic of China, sectarianism is so important, it is unimaginable for people from the modern world.

Stealing a teacher to learn art, the light one will break your limbs, and the serious one will kill you. The key point is that no one can tell the truth.

"That's it..." Mo Fei nodded disappointedly, expressing that he knew.

He also wondered if Uncle Jiu could come to accept his apprentice on behalf of his teacher and let him be a junior apprentice. Now it seemed that it was impossible for him to be Uncle Jiu's apprentice even if he wanted to die.

People of the old school value rules more than anything else.

But it doesn't matter, after all, the people of the Maoshan faction tied together are not enough for him to beat with one hand. This world is still at the end of the world, and it is impossible to hug the thigh of the big boss...

...modified in half an hour

"Junior brother, who is this?"

Uncle Jiu looked at Mo Fei, whom he had never met before, and asked the Taoist priest with four eyes in doubt.

"Senior brother, this son's name is Mo Fei. The friend I met on the road is very interested in Taoism. When he saw me 'chasing corpses', he insisted on pestering me to ask about the secrets of Taoism."

The four-eyed Taoist priest said: "I can't help it, just follow me all the way."

"Uncle Ninth, I have admired you for a long time, and along the way, Taoist Priest Four Eyes has praised your senior brother for his strong Taoism, and he is far above him. You are a Taoist master." Mo Fei smiled.

"Where is that, being poor is nothing more than a trivial trick!" Uncle Jiu waved his hand, his rigid and serious face was full of humility, but the curvature of his mouth, it is not difficult to see that he is so fond of Mo Fei's rainbow fart , It is quite useful: "Brother, he just talks nonsense and flatters me as a senior brother. Don't take it to heart, Mr. Mo."

If Mo Fei really believed Uncle Jiu's words, he would be an idiot.

"Uncle Jiu is worthy of being a master of the seniors. He has the demeanor of a master, and his humility is as humble as a valley, which makes the younger generation admire him."

"Young Master Mo is overrated, I think you are handsome, young and promising..."

"That's enough, that's enough!" Daoist Simu quickly interrupted, he was too lazy to listen to the business nonsense of Mo Fei and Uncle Jiu, and said, "Senior brother, hurry up and find a place for my guests, the sky will soon dawn gone."

Only then did Uncle Jiu wake up from the ecstasy, and let Mo Fei and Taoist Four Eyes enter the gate of Yizhuang with endless enthusiasm.

Everyone thinks that Uncle Jiu is rigid and stubborn, so basically no one brags about Uncle Jiu.

However, a "stunned young man" like Mur Fei came, and Uncle Jiu felt that this young man was very spiritual at first sight!

Along the way, in order to get rid of the corpses, Mo Fei and the four-eyed Taoist priest both came out at night, so after placing the corpses, the four-eyed Taoist priest fell asleep.

"Mr. Mo, don't you want to catch up on your sleep?" Uncle Jiu asked curiously.

From Uncle Jiu's point of view, Mo Fei and Taoist Priest Four were walking together, and Taoist Priest Four was sleepy and exhausted. There was no reason for Murphy to be energetic after traveling all night.

"Uncle Jiu, you don't know something. I'm actually a martial arts practitioner. Compared with ordinary people, I seem to have more energy, but I'm not sleepy now." Murphy said.

"A martial arts practitioner?" Uncle Jiu looked at Mo Fei in surprise, because Mo Fei's body was thin and slender, with the appearance of a literati, and he really didn't look like those muscular martial arts practitioners.

But when Uncle Jiu took a closer look at Mo Fei, he nodded and said in surprise, "I almost didn't realize that Mr. Mo, you have such exuberant vitality and so refined spirit!"

At this time, a melon-haired man dressed in colorful clothes came out of the room in Yizhuang, rubbing his eyes:

"Master, I'm so hungry!"

When Uncle Jiu saw this guy, he was very angry. They were all young people. How could there be such a big gap between them?

The young man in front of him was neatly dressed and polite, and he was lovable just by looking at him.

And what about his apprentice?

Stupid, lazy and greedy!

"Didn't you see that Master is entertaining guests?" Uncle Jiu said angrily.

"Guest? What kind of guest?" Wen Cai's eyes widened and he saw Mo Fei with a curious look on his face.

"This is a friend of your fourth-eyed uncle, Mr. Mo Fei, who has studied abroad and is a senior intellectual."

After introducing Mo Fei, Uncle Jiu casually pointed to Wencai, and said with some embarrassment, "This is a poor Wencai..."

"As expected of Uncle Jiu's disciple, one can tell at a glance that he is a dragon and phoenix among men, and he will become a great weapon in the future!" Mo Fei praised vigorously against his conscience.

"Haha, you are so powerful, I hid so deeply, or did you see it?" Wen Cai said happily.

"Why are you so happy?" Uncle Jiu frowned, and said, "He is just being polite to you, do you really take it seriously?"

Wen Cai's face collapsed on the spot.

In front of outsiders, Master doesn't save himself any face.

Fortunately, Uncle Jiu has always been a knife-mouthed bean curd heart, scolded Wen Cai a few words, and then went to the kitchen to bring out the cooked porridge, pickles, and steamed buns.

Mo Fei also knew how much Uncle Jiu loved his two precious apprentices, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai. No matter what kind of disaster they caused, Uncle Jiu would wipe their butts clean for them.

The three of them got together and chatted a few words. Thanks to the lack of skin and face of the literary talent, the two sides quickly became acquainted.

"Brother Mo, how did you become friends with my four-eyed uncle?" Wen Cai sipped his gruel and said, "As far as I know, four-eyed uncle has always recognized money but not people."

"Snapped!"

Uncle Jiu slapped Wen Cai on the back of his head without any hassle: "What I taught you before, you should respect your teacher and don't speak ill of your elders behind your back."

"Although junior brother does have some... well, he likes yellow and white things."

Murphy: "..."

In other words, Wen Cai's habit of gossiping about others is passed down from Uncle Jiu as your master, right?

Wen Cai stuck out his tongue from the slap.

In line with his premature aging appearance, he is somewhat ugly and cute.

"To tell you the truth, I have been obsessed with Taoism since I was a child. However, my family did not understand my ambition and did not allow me to become a monk. This time I saw the four-eyed priest's technique of 'removing corpses', and I was ecstatic. The Taoist priest got close, and gradually became friends."

Mo Fei asked bluntly: "Uncle Nine, do you think that with my condition, do I have a chance to join a famous sect like the Maoshan Sect?"

In the myths and legends of the Maoshan School, it also belongs to the inheritance of the Three Qings. Who knows if worshiping the Maoshan School will allow you to have a big boss behind you as a backer?

That's Sanqing!

If not, then there is nothing to lose!

"This..." Uncle Jiu said with a troubled look on his face, "Mr. Mo, you don't know that our sect belongs to the main sect of Maoshan, and there are very strict rules for worshiping the mountain gate. The disciples of the sect all start at the age of six and follow the master. Those who entered the Maoshan Patriarch's Ancestral Hall and ordered their fate cards..."

There is no doubt that this is impossible!

In today's world, in the Republic of China, sectarianism is so important, it is unimaginable for people from the modern world.

Stealing a teacher to learn art, the light one will break your limbs, and the serious one will kill you. The key point is that no one can tell the truth.

"That's it..." Mo Fei nodded disappointedly, expressing that he knew.

He also wondered if Uncle Jiu could come to accept his apprentice on behalf of his teacher and let him be a junior apprentice. Now it seemed that it was impossible for him to be Uncle Jiu's apprentice even if he wanted to die.

People of the old school value rules more than anything else.

But it doesn't matter, after all, the people of the Maoshan faction tied together are not enough for him to beat with one hand. This world is still at the end of the world, and it is impossible to hug the thigh of the big boss...

Chapter 740: Ren Tingting

"Um...Murphy, someone will invite me to drink foreign tea later, will you go?"

After advising Mo Fei on the contents of the parchment, the relationship between Uncle Jiu and Mo Fei became more and more familiar, so after breakfast, Uncle Jiu remembered the agreement he had made with others, and hurriedly changed into a suit. New clothes, ready to explain the rest of the content to Murphy when he comes back, but when Uncle Jiu just stepped out of the door, he retreated and looked at Murphy who was wearing a suit with a smile.

Uncle Jiu has spent most of his life in the land of China, and he is proficient in drinking Chinese tea, but he has never tasted this foreign tea.

However, Uncle Jiu is a fashionable person who is afraid of losing face, so when he thinks that he will make a fool of himself in front of others... Uncle Jiu's heart beats like a drum!

So they all walked out of the house, and Uncle Jiu suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He had never drank foreign tea, but there was a person who had studied in the West at home.

"Okay!" Mo Fei nodded with a smile, "I've been walking with Taoist Master Simu for several days, and I haven't eaten anything good. It's rare to have a meal in vain today, thanks to Uncle Nine."

"Ah? Is there something delicious?" Wen Cai's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said pitifully to his ninth uncle, "Master, then I'm going to eat foreign food too!"

"What are you going for?" Uncle Jiu stared, "Do you know how to drink foreign tea? You just go with it? Then you will lose face!"

Wen Cai shrank his head from being reprimanded by Uncle Jiu, and muttered: "But Master, haven't you never drank foreign tea?"

But Wen Cai's voice was too loud, his muttering was no different from others shouting, how could it be possible that Mo Fei and Uncle Jiu couldn't hear him?

"Stinky boy, what are you talking about?" Seeing that Wen Cai exposed his old background in front of Mur Fei, Uncle Jiu immediately became a little annoyed, and pretended to draw out Wen Cai.

Mo Fei smiled and said, "It's okay, there's nothing special about drinking foreign tea, just let Brother Wencai do as I do."

"Master, I will definitely not embarrass you!" Wen Cai also said, "Just let me follow you to learn more!"

Uncle Jiu treats his apprentices like a baby bump, so he is really willing to beat them.

Under Wen Cai's stalking, he nodded helplessly: "Sooner or later, I will be pissed off by you!"

In order to prepare for this foreign meal, Uncle Jiu and Wen Cai dressed in a very solemn manner.

Uncle Jiu was wearing a light brown gown with a yellow waistcoat outside, and he looked okay.

But literary talent...

The aesthetics are really different from ordinary people. A green gown from head to toe seems a bit too...environmental to Wencai?

Mo Fei frowned deeply in confusion: "Brother Wencai, your clothes..."

"How about it, doesn't it look good?" Wen Cai said before Mo Fei finished speaking, "These are the clothes I prepared for the Chinese New Year, and I used them in advance."

"Mo Feiwencai, let's go, we're going to be late!"

Uncle Jiu urged in front.

"Well, master, we're here!" Wen Cai hurried up.

Mo Fei was also helpless, thinking in his heart, maybe the aesthetic style of this era is like this.

The fault is not me, but the world!

……

"Ninth Uncle, good morning!"

"Morning!"

Mo Fei, Uncle Jiu, and Wen Cai were walking in Renjia Town, and people kept saying hello to Uncle Jiu. It could be seen that Uncle Jiu was quite popular in this town.