"Hey, Klin, go chop wood!"

"Do you want to be lazy in today's 'practice'?"

"Senior brother's ring ruler, I won't be polite to you!"

"Hahaha......"

In the laughter of a group of tall monks, short monks, fat monks, thin monks, big monks, and small monks, the little bald head Klin, who was not tall, carried his back basket without saying a word, brought a firewood knife for chopping wood, rolled up the sleeves of the monk's robe, tightened his leggings, and walked out of the gate of the monastery. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After moving away from the chanting and ridicule behind him, Kling only felt a long sigh of relief in his heart. The smell of sandalwood is far away, and the pressure in my heart has decreased a lot. Often bullied by the so-called senior brothers, how could Kling be interested in any Dharma?

"Alas, it's a pity that the temple doesn't allow you to participate in the assessment of the martial arts association without permission...... I also don't have the money to buy equipment from Virtual Earth Networks. ”

Clint carried the basket of chopping wood on his back, looked at the cloudless blue sky overhead, and sighed deeply. He was not very old, but he was already very melancholy. Whenever this time, he couldn't help but think of the little fat swordsman he met by chance not long ago in the small restaurant at the foot of the mountain, he was obviously not much different in age from himself, but he could make the arrogant and domineering brothers on weekdays jealous, dare not be angry, dare not speak, and dare not teach a lesson.

How nice it would be if I could do that?

Clint sighed again as he thought so. When the little novice of Dolin Temple was not old, he could only meditate with the chanting of scriptures and do some chores such as chopping wood and carrying water, and he could not get in touch with the real martial arts inheritance at all. And Klin's current stage is like this.

He is very envious of those who have great martial arts, aren't his senior brothers relying on these to bully him?

In addition to the little fat swordsman, a little boy with a tail appeared in front of him. The game I saw on TV at the time really shocked Kling. is not only the extraordinary skill of Sun Wukong at a young age, but also the identity background of the other party, the descendant of Sun Gohan, one of the best super masters in the world, and the disciple grandson of the mythical character Wu Xianren, how enviable is this?

As usual, Kling walked to the mountain outside the temple, preparing to do his daily homework and go into the mountain to cut wood.

He was a small novice who didn't have much effort, so it was naturally impossible for him to go too deep into the mountains to cut wood, so he didn't go far, and when he arrived at the place where he usually cut wood, he put down the basket, took out the firewood knife, and took a sip on the knife, and was about to pick some small trees to cut and see, and then pick up some dead branches and go back to the errand.

Suddenly, he sniffed (though he didn't......

"What smells? so fragrant?" Clint put down the wood knife in his hand in surprise, although he was born special and did not have a nose, he still had a little sense of smell, but if he wanted to, he could completely seal it. At this time, he actually smelled a wafting aroma in the air, so strong that it could not be dispersed.

It is a barbecue fragrance!

Clint had seen the bastards in the temple secretly eat barbecue, so he always remembered the salivating aroma.

There are few people in this mountain forest, how can there be the smell of barbecue?

Could it be that which senior brother is secretly hunting and roasting to eat?

Curious, Klin carried a firewood knife and followed the faint fragrance wafting between his noses, and searched for it step by step in the mountains and forests. After walking for a long time, Kling came to the back of a small slope, climbed up with his hands and feet, and looked the other side, and suddenly opened his mouth wide in shock.

What did he see?!

A bird...... Eating one...... Roast wolf?

Kling felt that his worldview had been turned upside down, and that the bird ate the wolf? Was he dreaming? How could such a thing happen in the world? He was so surprised that the wood knife in his hand suddenly fell to the hillside, and he was startled, the bird that could eat the wolf was ...... If you find yourself, will you eat it yourself?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that it was possible, and the more afraid I became, Klin's legs were swinging, but the big red bird eating roast wolf meat over there didn't look at his side at all.

Didn't find your side?

Kling breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately despised the big red bird that ate the wolf, and he didn't even notice his own movements, how did this bird eat wolf meat? Just thinking about it, Klin actually found that the red bird on the other side who was eating roast wolf meat and eating the beak oil of the bird actually glanced at him.

What kind of eyes is it?

Despise?!

A bird, despise me?!

The immortal bird ate the wolf meat he had caught casually, and he did not find the purple-haired bear that Jarvis was talking about, which made him very unhappy, and he was even more unhappy to find a little human bald head secretly observing him.

Ask him if he's ever heard of a purple bear. The voice of jarvis sounded on the silver-white necklace around the neck of the immortal bird.

The spirituality of the immortal bird is not low, nonsense, how can it be impossible for the birds who drink wine and eat meat all over the world with jarvis every day to have a low IQ...... It also understood human speech, so after Jarvis made a suggestion, it rolled its eyes, and with one wing it fanned the barbecue rack next to it, and with a flap of its wings, it turned into a red flame, and flew in front of the little bald head behind the small dirt slope over there in the blink of an eye.

"You, you...... I didn't mean to peek at you!"

Kling said tremblingly, looking at the red strange bird fluttering its wings and hanging in the air in front of him, he was so frightened that he quickly kowtowed and bowed, for fear that this bird master would eat himself if he was unhappy. Noticing the wood knife in his hand, Kling threw it away in fright, and when he looked up, the immortal bird was just floating around looking at him, without saying a word...... How can birds talk!

Clint only hated himself for running over curiously, let's end it...... I haven't seen the world of flowers outside, am I going to be a bird's belly like this?

"Little master, do you know where the 'purple-haired bear' in this mountain range is infested?"

When Kling heard the voice, he shuddered with fright, and looked left and right, but there was no one, and he looked at the immortal bird, and thought that this bird was a monster and could speak human words! But after Jarvis repeated it again, he realized that it was the necklace around the neck of the big red bird that was "talking."

The immortal bird cried a few times and looked down at Klin, as if urging him to answer Jarvis's words.

"Ah...... Ahhh......h

The undead flapped their wings and chirped quietly, staring at the map projected by Kling and Jarvis.

At this moment, probably when Jarvis was projecting the external map, he scanned Klin's careful appearance by the way, so inside the necklace hanging around the neck of the immortal bird, Jarvis processed the information himself: bald, hairless, noseless, preliminarily judged to be about six or seven years old, and his name is unknown for the time being...... It is basically consistent with the list of people in the database.

"The purple-haired bear seems to be ...... It's ......" Kling looked at the hologram of the Dolin Mountains, recalling what the brothers had talked about.

The immortal bird flapped its wings excitedly, already fantasizing about the taste of the purple-haired bear, and the necklace with the projection on its neck flickered, and the voice of jarvis came from it: "May I ask the little master, what is your name?"

. (To be continued.) )