The Buddhist Wife of the Cold-Hearted Educated Youth in the 1970s

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Chapter 67

Seeing that Meng Wanqiu had taken his words to heart, Buxuzi's face recovered and his tone softened, "Just know it in your heart."

However.

Buxuzi cleared his throat twice, glanced up, and said in an ambiguous tone, "You should use different methods for different people, and you should have a scale in your heart."

Meng Wanqiu's eyes flickered slightly, and combined with Buxuzi's previous words, she instantly understood his hidden message.

Buxuzi meant that you can't use those bad methods to treat good people, but if it's a bad person, it's another matter.

Yes, Buxuzi thought so.

He is not a pedantic person, and he will not classify abilities into different levels. He roughly knew Meng Wanqiu's background and understood that the skills she used were life-saving skills that she had learned with great difficulty in order to survive.

Skills themselves are not good or bad, but it depends on the person who uses them and the person they deal with.

Why did he say the word "evil"? First, Buxuzi discovered that Meng Wanqiu had attacked the baby-faced soldier, and second, it was to scare her and tell her to use those skills with caution.

He didn't say it explicitly, just to let Meng Wanqiu experience it and grasp the degree herself.

"I understand, Master." Meng Wanqiu said with a smile.

Buxuzi stroked his beard and nodded. It was good that he understood, but he should not waste these abilities foolishly. "You are teachable."

"Okay, I won't ask you to use those abilities. Master is not that overbearing. Here, take this." Buxuzi rummaged in the sleeves of his Taoist robe and found two books.

Meng Wanqiu took them and found that one of them was written "Acupuncture" and the other was written "Pharmacopoeia". There was no doubt that these two books were related to medicine.

"Master, this..."

"Oh, you should learn this for now. With your foundation, you should have no problem learning by yourself. I won't teach you. I have something to do and will leave tomorrow." Buxuzi waved his hands repeatedly. He had never taught a disciple before. Although he had four disciples including Meng Wanqiu, he always threw books to them and let them learn by themselves.

Fortunately, the disciples that Buxuzi accepted were all very smart people. They never disturbed Buxuzi in their studies, which made Buxuzi secretly proud.

Look, the disciples he accepted were all outstanding.

Hearing that Buxuzi was not going to teach and wanted her to learn by herself, Meng Wanqiu's mouth twitched fiercely. This disciple was too easy to accept.

"Master, are you leaving tomorrow?" Meng Wanqiu frowned slightly.

Buxuzi nodded, "All good things must come to an end. I have other things to deal with, so I won't stay any longer."

Meng Wanqiu: "Then how should I contact you?"

Buxuzi ate half a piece of peach cake slowly, and picked up the crumbs that fell into his mouth without any hesitation, "No need to contact me, it's still the same sentence, we will meet if we are destined, and the same goes for your three senior brothers. When I need to find you, I will find you. "

"There are not many rules in our sect. The first and most important one is to avoid betrayal, respect the country, and never do anything that goes against the interests of the country. Respect teachers and fellow disciples, and do not kill brothers. If such a beast appears in my sect, I will personally kill him. Second, avoid murder, of course, these vicious beasts can be ignored. "