Chapter 164 Apprenticeship

After the boring morning class, Yang Guo seemed to have returned to the time when he was doing morning self-study at school. His heart was full of nostalgia and pain, and he couldn't control himself for a while, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

He was so hungry that he groaned, and as soon as the morning class was over, he dragged Guo Jing to the dining room. Guo Jing thought it was Yang Guo who was very hungry, so he let him go, but he didn't know that Qiu Chuji was behind him. Looking for him everywhere.

Fortunately, they sat in the last row when they were listening, and the two ran over again, but they were the first to come to the dining hall.

"Brother, quickly bring me a steamed bun noodle, put more green onions, and two bowls of noodles." Looking at Guo Jing, Yang Guo quickly changed his mind and added another bowl.

The cooks in the canteen who are in charge of the meals for the disciples are actually Quanzhen sect disciples, but those low-level Quanzhen sect disciples who are not talented and don't want to leave are in charge. For the disciples of the Quanzhen sect, if they go straight down the mountain, they will end up planting more than an acre of land. It is better to be happy on this mountain than to be a farmer for a lifetime.

"okay!"

I saw a middle-aged disciple with a fat head and big ears gave Yang Guo two bowls of noodles, took four steamed buns and handed them to him. There is no one in the world who dares to blatantly go to the Quanzhen Sect for a meal.

Yang Guo didn't care about Guo Jing, he picked up a bowl of noodles and a plate of buns and sat down on the dining table behind, Guo Jing laughed dumbfounded, picked up his bowl of noodles and sat next to Yang Guo.

Yang Guo couldn't help staring at the entrance of a mouthful of clear water noodles, Guo Jing quickly asked, "What's wrong with Guo'er? Is the noodles too hot?"

After swallowing the noodles in his mouth with difficulty, Yang Guo blushed and said in a low voice: "Uncle Guo, this noodles are too unpalatable, not to mention that there is no salt taste, but there is only salt taste, it is really clear soup noodles!"

"Haha, you kid, didn't you always taste this way before?" Guo Jing wondered why, it turned out that the taste of this noodle was too bland. You can't eat anything sour, sweet, bitter, spicy in Taoist temples and temples. If you have salt, you can eat it. Not bad.

"Isn't there a Yida firm at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain? Wouldn't it be nice to buy some monosodium glutamate?

This is really..." Yang Guo still remembers that the first time he met Tong's family was in this market town under Zhongnan Mountain, which is also another stronghold of the firm, it's impossible that he didn't even have the monosodium glutamate for sale!

"You, you, I think you were spoiled by your Aunt Guo on Peach Blossom Island. It's good if you can eat, and you're picky."

After Guo Jing finished speaking, he ignored him, picked up a pair of chopsticks and started to eat the noodles. As soon as the noodles entered his mouth, an indescribable feeling burst out from the tip of his tongue. Looking at Yang Guo's smirk, he forced Resisting to swallow the noodles in his mouth, without saying a word, he sucked up the noodles in the bowl after a few mouthfuls. No matter how you look at it, he swallowed it like soup without chewing.

Guo Jing couldn't bear to complain, this noodle was really unpalatable, it was far behind Huang Rong's craftsmanship, it was no longer the difference between meat and vegetables, but the difference between meat and bark .

Seeing that he was sullen and didn't speak, Yang Guo curled his lips and didn't let it go, just imitated him and drank the noodles in the bowl, couldn't help sticking out his tongue after drinking, it was like taking traditional Chinese medicine for him, Thinking of staying here until the end of the year, I feel depressed for a while. He is the most gluttonous and has a good appetite. Otherwise, he would not have taught himself so many dishes in his previous life. He did not expect to suffer this kind of suffering today.

Looking at the steamed stuffed buns in front of him, he ate them one bite at a time, adhering to the principle of not wasting food. After all, Quanzhen Sect is a Taoist religion, and meat is forbidden, so the steamed stuffed buns are naturally vegetarian buns. Fortunately, the taste is okay, better than noodles A lot, barely swallowed.

The two ate quickly, just finished eating the steamed stuffed buns, only then did Quanzhen Sect disciples arrive one after another, seeing them eating with gusto, Yang Guo couldn't help being speechless, and felt that it was not good to eat together.

In the middle of the hour, all the disciples are practicing martial arts and working hard. Qiu Chuji from Chongyang Palace summoned all three generations of disciples in the sect, Yang Guo and Guo Jing were naturally among them.

"Jing'er, these are some of the more outstanding disciples of the three generations. I won't introduce more about Zhi Bing. Zhi Jing is the first disciple of Junior Brother Wang, and his martial arts ranks first among the three generations of disciples. Which one do you think is better?" Let Guoer worship him as a teacher!"

Qiu Chuji briefly introduced the two of them to Guo Jing.

Thinking means that one of them is the best in character among the three generations of disciples, the other is the best in martial arts among the three generations of disciples, and the others don't need to think about it if it is not necessary.

Yang Guo naturally made a decision in his heart, looked at Zhao Zhijing, and saw him standing behind Qiu Chuji with his head bowed, he could not help but pray that Yang Guo would not choose him, never for a moment did he hope that Qiu Chuji would not mention him in front of outsiders.

Guo Jing looked at the two of them. Although Zhao Zhijing was the best in martial arts, for him, he paid more attention to personal morality, so he naturally preferred Zhen Zhibing, whom he was more familiar with.

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"Then Zhen..."

Before Guo Jing could finish speaking, Yang Guo walked around Qiu Chuji and grabbed Zhao Zhijing's arm, shouting, "Uncle Guo, I want to worship Daoist Zhao as my teacher."

"Ouch! No, no, no, no, I can't teach you. Don't look for me." Zhao Zhijing lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Yang Guo. At this moment, he was suddenly hugged by his arms, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw that it was Yang Guo. Afterwards, he was even more incoherent, almost speaking out what was in his heart.

"Zhijing, why are monks so reckless?" Qiu Chuji was displeased. He had bragged in front of Guo Jing that he could choose whatever he wanted, but he dared to refuse. Isn't this a slap in the face?

"Later, since Senior Brother Zhao is unwilling, I think you should..."

Yang Guo naturally knew what Guo Jing was going to say, but even if he was beaten to death, it is impossible for him to worship Zhen Zhibing as his teacher, so he hurriedly interrupted: "Uncle Guo, I feel that I have a predestined relationship with Daoist Zhao, how much is the fate of master and apprentice?" It's hard to cultivate in a lifetime, isn't it? Daoist Zhao."

Just when Zhao Zhijing was about to say something, Yang Guo pinched his elbow on the "Quchi acupoint", Zhao Zhijing suddenly felt that his arm was sore and weak, and Yang Guo's strong mouth still had some pain, and he had to press it repeatedly. It got to the bottom of my heart, so I had no choice but to nod reluctantly, and cried out in my heart: You have cultivated fate for several lifetimes, but I have been unlucky for eight lifetimes!

"This... alright! Guo'er has a stubborn personality, and I will have to trouble Senior Brother Zhao to worry about it in the future!"

Guo Jing only thought that the two had indeed met each other's eyes, so he didn't suspect him, and bowed to Zhao Zhijing, as if entrusting his own child to someone else.