A month passed in a blink of an eye, and the baby had been taken away by the police to find his parents. Those who could hear the news about Li Daniu were either Li Daniu’s same village or the next village, so it should not be difficult to find.

During this period, Sun Yuting came several times, but Zhang Daoran had not yet withdrawn the formation, and Sun Yuting had no chance to go up the mountain.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 the lake island again for a long time.

"Hey......"

In front of the Taoist temple, Jing Chen moved towards the kitchen with a wooden barrel in one hand. He held water with both arms and walked hard, but he couldn't hold on, so he put it on the ground. The bottom of the pointed barrel was damaged.

"I must hold on!"

Jingchen cheered himself up in his heart. The Taoist priest had taken him in. Now he had to do odd jobs by himself, which must have a deep meaning. Jingchen believed in this, so he had no complaints in his heart. On the contrary, Jingchen felt that he was useless.

The wooden barrel sucked up only enough water and weighed about 30 to 40 kilograms, and filled it with only 70 to 80 kilograms. Jingchen felt very difficult after a few trips back and forth. When Jingchen saw that he was taking care of the baby a month ago, Zhang Daoran walked vigorously with two buckets of water in both hands, as if nothing was going on.

"The Taoist priest's calligraphy is related to arm strength?"

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

"It's still lacking in temperature..."

He glanced at Jingchen in a faint way, and Zhang Daoran shook his head.

Zhang Daoran didn't know how to practice calligraphy, but he also understood that writing calligraphy requires strong wrists and stable hands with the brush. Jingchen was thin and very thin. He still needed to strengthen his exercise, otherwise his arms would not be able to bear it when learning high-intensity calligraphy.

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

"Now is just the beginning, and I can't pass this level, so don't learn calligraphy from me."

Standing up, Zhang Daoran took out a red-skinned gourd: "After all, you need a qualified agent. If you have luck, what if I pass on your immortality technique?"

"Jingchen..."

Zhang Daoran called out Jingchen, who was about to walk out of the Taoist temple with an empty bucket: "Come here..."

"Master..."

Jingchen was a little excited and uneasy. I wonder if Zhang Daoran didn't like him, wanted him to leave the Taoist temple, or if he started to teach his calligraphy now.

"Eat this..."

He took out a round pill and handed it to Jingchen: "I have limited talent and have to use external force to assist me."

I felt a little ashamed. Jingchen didn't know what kind of pill was. Thinking of the magical pill that Zhang Daoran had used to treat the baby, Jingchen took it without hesitation. He put it directly in his mouth. It was not that the magic pill melted in his mouth, but that it was like eating a piece of soil. The rich and spicy medicine filled his nose. Jingchen almost couldn't help but vomited it out.

After finally taking the pill, the spicy smell made Jingchen's eyes full of tears.

"Go, pay attention to control your strength..."

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

After wiping his eyes, Jing Chen was a little confused and wanted to ask what pill Zhang Daoran was giving him, but in the end he still refused to ask.

When he lifted the double barrels, Jing Chen was stunned: "Double barrels are so light?"

A bright light flashed across his eyes, and Jingchen suddenly realized: "Is the Taoist priest who gave me just now the immortal pill?"

The two barrels were 70 or 80 kilograms. I felt so difficult to carry the empty barrel just now, but now I held it in my hand like I was holding two empty wine bottles.

He hurriedly carried the empty barrel behind the Taoist temple, filled it with water and tried to lift the two barrels. The weight increased a little. Jingchen felt that he just carried a bottle of beer, and happily raised his arms and ran towards the Taoist temple: "I have become a strong man!"

"Oh... the qualification is still insufficient. If Li Daniu eats the Dragon and Tiger Pill, it will have a thousand pounds of arm strength, and Jingchen will at most 300 pounds of arm strength..."

Zhang Daoran was very dissatisfied with disappointment on his face.

Jingchen didn't know Zhang Daoran's disappointment. He was excited and carried a bucket in and out, filled the water tank, and poured the vegetable garden. It was less than noon.

"Master of Taoism..." Jing Chen, who successfully completed the task, came to Zhang Daoran: "Do you need to cook now?"

Jingchen's fame has not improved much over the years. He has been in the provincial calligraphy association, but he has a good cooking skills that can be seen with one hand. This is what Jingchen is most proud of. Every day when he sees Zhang Daoran eating very well, Jingchen has a lot of hope in his heart.

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

"Take the table out and take out the writing tools, I want to see your calligraphy skills."

It wasn't time for dinner, so Zhang Daoran did not ask Jingchen to cook.

Jingchen was even more excited and ran into another room, moved out the dilapidated Eight Immortals Table, and brought rice paper, pen, ink and inkstone: "Master..."

Zhang Daoran stood up and said, "Write some words and I will take a look..."

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

Zhang Daoran looked around, his face calm, not seeing whether he was satisfied or not.

Jingchen's calligraphy is just average, not good or bad. It is a certain gap with the masters of calligraphy, but it is much better than some people write.

"I will write a few words..."

Zhang Daoran took the brush and Jingchen walked aside. Zhang Daoran's temperament changed. He was like a sword with sword energy. Jingchen couldn't help but take a few steps back and looked horrified: "Gathering momentum into an abyss!"

You can gather momentum to form abyss at will, and this gathering momentum to form abyss has a formidable momentum!

Before Jingchen could even see how Zhang Daoran wrote, the momentum on Zhang Daoran had disappeared: "Written in this style according to my artistic conception..."

"Walking with the sword to the end of the world..."

Jing Chen's eyes fell on the font written by Zhang Daoran, which were the words he wrote just now. Compared with the two fonts, the higher and lower levels are determined. Zhang Daoran's font has an invisible momentum, and each character has a different artistic conception.

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

Zhang Daoran sat cross-legged on the stone pier again. Jingchen watched Zhang Daoran's calligraphy for a long time, then he picked up the brush and started copying.

I don’t know how many times I copied it, but it was not until I used up all the rice paper that Jingchen realized that it was already afternoon, and Zhang Daoran had prepared the meal and served it on the stone table.

"Master..." Jing Chen was shocked. Unexpectedly, Zhang Daoran did not disturb his calligraphy practice. He was moved: "I'll do it in the future..."

Zhang Daoran nodded without refusing. The two of them started eating in silence. Jing Chen suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhang Daoran and asked, "Master Taoist, is the elixir you gave me a fairy pill? I feel that my body is full of strength and I have endless energy."

"If you should ask, don't ask what you shouldn't ask. If you should say, I will say what you shouldn't say, and if you shouldn't say, I won't tell you."

After dinner, Zhang Daoran turned around and left: "Clean 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 was sent back by Li Kuan. Jingchen went out once a few days ago and bought some seasonings for cooking. Therefore, Zhang Daoran was not worried that Jingchen would get lost on the lake.

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Chapter completed!