Gong Yichen's side is what he is most concerned about, this son is extraordinary, even his eyes can't see clearly, if in the future battle, this Gong Xiaoyou will definitely occupy a place.

"Kong Ming, it's time to get ready to go out. "The old monk who gets up early is accustomed to spitting.

The first breath in the morning is to exhale yesterday's turbidity, and then absorb the first breath to lift the way of nature.

"Hey, this stinky boy, didn't you react when you shouted?" the old monk was a little puzzled.

walked over directly, opened the door inside, and as soon as he opened it, he saw the little monk lying on the table, his mouth slightly open, sleeping soundly.

This stinky boy is becoming more and more disagreeable now! Yesterday he was asked to copy Buddhist scriptures, and he dared to sleep secretly, and if he had to say that he had been writing until this morning, if nothing else, such a spirit would also be forgivable, and it would be a big deal to let him sleep in it today.

Now that I see this situation, I guess I don't need to sleep or something, and it's useless to talk so much nonsense.

Knock knock!

He stepped forward and knocked the table.

The little monk who was still asleep suddenly woke up, and the hazy eyes seemed to be not fully awake.

The old monk looked at this appearance, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, if he took it out and said that he was his apprentice, it would be too embarrassing, and he could only blame himself for not having a good education.

"Master...... Have you eaten breakfast?" the little monk swayed from the table with sleepy eyes and sat up straight.

He was so sleepy, he was indeed honestly copying Buddhist scriptures last night, but he really couldn't hold back in the middle of the night, and he fell asleep directly when the sleepiness swept up.

“......”

"Eat, eat, eat, I think about eating every day, do you finish what you have done?" The old monk stared at him.

This kid really has to clean up, otherwise if he goes on like this, sooner or later he will be wasted.

was reprimanded early in the morning, and the little monk who was still asleep just now woke up instantly, jokingly, being yelled at in such a voice, can the whole person not wake up.

"I wrote last night. The little monk said subconsciously.

"Done, are you sure? I'd like to see where all the things you've written. The old monk asked.

Although I wrote late last night and fell asleep at the end, at least I was writing for the first time, so I wasn't scared at all.

Hurriedly picked up the notebook on the table and handed it to the master, and the results of the night were all in this notebook.

The old monk who took the notebook felt the touch in his hand, and the notebook was wet, as if it had been soaked in water.

The little monk seemed to be aware of this problem, and he was a little embarrassed about the master's performance, and couldn't help but wipe the saliva from his mouth, and it was estimated that he slept too well in the second half of the night, and the saliva flowed out.

"That, out of the way, out of the way. The little monk smiled awkwardly, to hide the fact that his saliva was covered in his notebook.

For this situation, the old monk expressed helplessness, and the next moment he opened the book directly, but what caught his eyes made him a little speechless.

The saliva has already been soaked, many of the above have become blurry, the front one can still be seen a little, as for the back ones, the old monk doesn't want to say anything.

Where is this copying of Buddhist scriptures? The whole thing is a ghost drawing.

"Come on, look at what's written in the back? What's written on it. The old monk angrily threw the notebook on the table.

In the face of such a move, the little monk whispered secretly in his mouth, and this voice may only be known to him.

"It's not such an exaggeration, I may write a little scribbled later, but it's not so much that I can't see it. The little monk swore solemnly.

Immediately he picked up the book, and the moment he picked it up and opened it, his face suddenly became a little unpleasant.

Let's not talk about the scribbling written in this book, what are these wavy lines, straight lines, and zigzag lines?

The rest of the story seems to be like this......

At this moment, there are more black lines on the door of the little monk's head, no wonder the master was furious just now, even he can't stand the things written on it, let alone the way he still admits death.

"Master, the apprentice is wrong. ”

Very sincere, very sincere apology, everything is true, the person who knows the times is Junjie, this sentence has always been engraved in his mind.

Although he is still young, sometimes he can be a little willful, and most of the time the master will not say much, but the term acquaintance is also seen from the senior brothers, and all of them are the final truths studied by the elders.

"It's good to know that it's wrong, I'll punish you for continuing to write here today, and I'll come back to check, if there will be any mistakes at that time, don't blame the master for being strict with you." ”

The old monk was taught a lesson, and finally he was able to end this matter.

It has become a habit to get up early, and the second purpose is also to see Gong Yichen, I believe that I should be in the medical hall in the morning, and I can talk about anything specific at that time.

Today is also the first day of the opening of the ghost market, the time is set at five o'clock in the evening, and it has been agreed yesterday that this must accompany Mr. Gong to go together.

......

......

With excitement, the old monk stepped to the door of the medical hall again, looking at this magical place, he was already a little impatient, and at this time there was an extra thought in his heart, if Mr. Gong hadn't come yet, wouldn't he be able to cultivate in it for a while?

The existence of such an aura is rare, and it must be grasped well.

Seeing that the door had been opened, the old monk also walked in happily, and now at such an early hour, there were already people queuing here, and I really didn't know this.

Feeling the aura around his body, the old monk felt that he was already fluttering at this moment, and the feeling that the pores of his whole body were expanding was so comfortable that he forgot what he was here for.

"Come so early, let's go in and sit down. ”

Before the old monk could feel a few seconds, the familiar voice next to him had already reached his ears.

At first glance, he saw Gong Yichen standing beside him, and he didn't even feel the arrival of the other party.

"Mr. Gong, morning. ”

"Early. Gong Yichen smiled and nodded.

And when the old monk wanted to say the second sentence, the words in his mouth seemed to be blocked, it turned out that it was not only Gong Yichen who came, but also Jiao Yazi standing next to him, but the other party didn't seem to want to pay attention to him, and completely regarded him as air.