Every day, Xiaopang doesn't need to line up early to serve dinner, those few Fang Yanshan's dog legs will get up early, panting to the canteen, full of food, panting to the small fat door, under the chatter of the three gatekeepers, hurriedly escaped. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as I opened my eyes, it was two large barrels of fragrant breakfast, after eating, I took a nap, and when I opened my eyes again, it was two large barrels of fragrant lunch, I took a breath, squinted for an afternoon sleep, and finally opened up, after dinner, the day was so mixed.

The three gatekeepers are qualified, and no matter who they are, they refuse to let people outside, claiming that their master is in retreat and studying learning......

"Open the door!"

"Who, what a big breath...... Xiao San's half-squinted eyes lifted slightly, and said impatiently: "Hurry up, when the master is in a good mood, don't force me to be rough......"

Hu Er poked out the ghost tail in fright, covered the words of the lion's head, and said with low eyebrows: "The real person has arrived, why don't you notify in advance, the small one is eight hundred miles away, waiting for the real person......"

Xiao San suddenly opened his eyes, and after seeing the person clearly, he was suddenly frightened into shock, foaming at the mouth, and the door knocker in the mouth of the lion's head trembling should be sounded.

The three gatekeepers decisively opened the door, and then slipped away, and without saying a word to remind the little fatty, they let in a flood beast.

Said that the dream real person blushed, looked at the little fat who was still sleeping, picked up the dust in his hand and slapped it on his buttocks.

"Ahh Who hit me? Chubby screamed in pain.

"Little fat man, is it for the teacher to beat you again, what, don't you want to?" Said that the dream real person measured his face and smiled lowly.

Listening to the gloomy laughter, Chubby was so frightened that he couldn't sleep at all, hurriedly got up from the bed, and then ran away from the door.

"Little fat man, the teacher seems to remember that you once promised me that after the three gatekeeper demons, you will practice well and listen carefully, where did your promise to the teacher go?" Said that the dream real person shook the dust, and the little fat immediately floated up and flew back in front of the real person

Chubby wrung his fingers, rolled his eyelids upward, hummed for a while, and said, "Is there one?" Ah! How did I forget ......"

"Smack! Don't be sloppy with the old man, did you ask the old man for these three gatekeepers, did you open your mouth to make it easier for you to sleep? Said that Meng Zhenren slapped him hard on Xiaopang's buttocks.

"That's not the case, I didn't lie about this, when you asked for these three gatekeeper demons from Master Chong, it was purely out of righteousness, and they were also acquainted." Chubby's eyes widened and he said seriously.

Said that Mengzhen slapped Chubby's ass a few more times, lifted him, and left the room like a chick.

The three gatekeepers didn't know where to hide, and when the two of them were far away, they floated out of the grass cheaply.

When Xiaopang felt that there was no way to escape, he stopped struggling, and immediately stopped, hugged the thighs of the real dream, and pleaded childishly.

Said that Meng Zhenren threw Xiaopang away and threw it into a bookstore with a huge area.

"If you can't memorize a shelf of books, don't think about it!" said that the dream real person blew his beard and stared, and said fiercely at the little fat.

This library is very large, and as far as the eye can see, the shelves are endless, and the rare books on display cannot be seen at a glance, but you can vaguely see two-thirds of the height.

A bookshelf is so huge that a mortal can't read all the books on a bookshelf for five hundred years.

The chubby face instantly drooped, and angrily kicked the bookshelf in front of him, and suddenly, a crisp sound permeated the library, lingering and enduring.

Rumble!

The bookshelves collapsed, and countless books fell like raindrops, drowning Chubby in the sea of books.

In the towering pile of books, a pair of white and tender hands stretched out and struggled to break free from the stack.

"Phew, isn't this a trick!" Chubby spits out the confetti in his mouth, bites a book, and vents his anger with it.

Xiaopang looked at the mess all over the ground, and secretly rejoiced, fortunately, there was a certain distance between each bookshelf, otherwise if a bookshelf collapsed like this, it would be like dominoes, and this bookstore would be destroyed in an instant.

If this really happened, wouldn't you be angry with the real person who said the dream?

Chubby tinkered with the broken bookshelf and wanted to put it together, otherwise he would be found by the real person who said that he would have to be beaten fat.

"What kind of quality is this, just kick it and you'll be broken." Chubby grinded his teeth, eager to swallow the wood chips in front of him.

After riding and riding, upside down and again, after repeating more than ten times, Xiaopang gave up.

He kicked his legs and lay on his back in the stack of books, and after a while, a slight snoring gradually sounded.

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"It's been six days, I don't know what happened to that little fat man......" said that Meng Zhenren held a cup of tea, covered by a cloud of mist, looked at the library from afar, and muttered to himself silently.

"Hahahaha...... Speaking of dreams, I heard that you recently accepted an apprentice, hurry up and call that kid out and ask his master to say goodbye! "An old man with a white beard, with a body as strong as a dragon and a tiger, extremely powerful, and a loud voice, deafening.

"Black Tiger Lao'er, Hugh wants to take the opportunity to take advantage of the old man!" Said that the dream real person reprimanded.

The Black Tiger Zhenren laughed a few times, took a teapot with his hand, handed it to his mouth, took a sip, smacked his lips, and said, "The tea you made is still so unpalatable, or did you deliberately make old tea when you entertained me?" ”

said that Meng Zhenren was too lazy to take care of him, so he picked up the teacup very elegantly, took a sip, and tasted the fragrance of the tea.

"By the way, haven't you traveled? It's only been three years, why did you come back again? "It's true to say that dreams are true.

"Naturally, I can't bear you old buddies, the old man has a premonition that the end is coming, so he has to prepare in advance, waiting for you to send the old man to the end." The Black Tiger Zhenren sighed lightly, there was no change in his expression, and a person of his realm had long looked down on life and death.

Some people are persistent in the pursuit of immortality, in order to continue their lives, at all costs, and some people look down on the changes in the world, such as the black tiger real person, who has regarded life and death as nothing.

Said that Meng Zhenren smiled, the first time he didn't talk back to him, a group of best friends who joined hands in the wind and rain and shared the same boat, and the things that had been eroded by the years were scattered and scattered.

"Who can have eternal life? The old man has been to Zhongzhou and visited the Shendu, where the big cultivators have only a longer life expectancy than the old man, and the others are nothing more than that. "The Black Tiger is really humane.

"Are you going to wait to die like this? Don't think about finding an apprentice and passing on your mantle. ”

The Black Tiger Zhenren shook his head and said, "The old man didn't want to, it's just an ordinary little baby, the old man can't look down on it, and those who have a little talent are either children of big families, or disciples of a certain sect. It will take a certain amount of luck to find them in the vast sea of people. ”

The number of cultivators has always been controlled by wealthy sects, and in the civilian world, there are occasionally a few people whose bloodlines have mutated, who are suitable for cultivation, but the root bones are generally low.

A good bloodline is a basis for maintaining the number of cultivators in one's own family.

Therefore, the bigwigs of various wealthy sects always promote marriages with other cultivation families and sects behind the scenes, and through the fusion of bloodlines, they derive more powerful and more suitable bloodlines for cultivation.

The two elders walked side by side and rode the clouds and fog to the front of the library.

"Your disciple has been practicing in the library for six days, and he is really a very diligent boy." The black tiger real person is not without envy.

Said that Mengzhen smirked a few times, coughed lightly, shook the dust in his hand, and the door of the library opened.

The second elder walked in slowly, and when he saw the scene presented in his eyes, he was stunned and stunned.

I saw that in a pile of books, there was a chubby back, holding a book, and there was a crunching sound.

When the back turned around, a round little fat face came into the eyes of the second elder.

Chubby gnawed on the book with great effort, didn't even chew, and swallowed it raw. Because the smell of pen and ink on the book is too strong, the taste is weird, it is not delicious at all, and the paper is very dry, if you are not afraid of being beaten, you will not eat the book if you kill the little fat.

At the beginning, it was said that Meng Zhenren threw Xiaopang into this library, saying that he would have to memorize a shelf of books before he could come out, but he was actually scaring and scaring him, but he was taken seriously by Xiaopang. I was very reluctant, so I had to eat a book every day, and I didn't even eat meat and snacks.

"Woo woo~~~ Master, you're here......" Chubby said vaguely.

Black Tiger Zhenren smacked his lips, patted Mengzhen's shoulder, and said: "Look at his pitiful appearance, a child who is a few years old, he doesn't have to be like this in harshness, look at this child who is hungry, he eats books." You, who are a teacher, are seriously not in line with ......"

said that Meng Zhenren was next to the Black Tiger Zhenren training, but he had nothing to say, there was no reason to argue, his chest rose and fell for a while, and his beard was about to be blown crooked by him.

"Little fat man, get beaten!" Said that Meng Zhenren picked up a broom casually and hit Xiaopang.

"Ah......" Chubby bit the book, whining in his mouth, hugged his head and ran away, and ran out of the library with a cigarette.

The black tiger real person hugged the real person who said the dream, and it was a training to split his head and cover his face.

Seeing that his master was trained by a white-bearded old man, Xiaopang was not happy, he took the initiative to jump out, pointed to the black tiger real person, and said in a childish voice: "Bah! That old man, yes, that's right, look here, look here, it's you! ”

Xiaopang pinched his waist, pointed at the black tiger real person, and asked with milkiness: "Who are you, why do you train my master?" ”

The Black Tiger Zhenren blinked his eyes a few times, and then there was a burst of laughter, and the chubby eardrums of the shock were about to burst.

Somehow, Xiaopang was actually carried in his hand by the real black tiger, pinched and kneaded, and his round little face changed shape.

"Yes, yes, there is joy at a glance, hey, old fellow, why don't you cut your love and transfer this little fat man to the old man professor?"

Said that Meng Zhenren slapped the hand of the black tiger Zhenren, kicked the little fat into a piece of grass, like a ball, and rolled there.

"A lazy thing who can eat and sleep, don't learn all day long, if you really want to accept an apprentice and send you to the end of your old age, the old man will personally pick a decent one for you for the sake of the old friendship?"

"Although your college is known as: Xiliang Tianjiao, all of them are in my place! But the only one who can enter the old man's eyes so far, is the little fat man. ”

When Xiaopang heard this, he wondered, when did he become a sweetheart? If he is really so powerful, why do you say that Meng Zhenren beats and kicks himself again, doesn't give him food if he doesn't study for a day, and carries out such "miserable" abuse?

"Proud as a dragon, with superb roots and bones, and a good understanding; He was arrogant like an overlord, daring to question the old man, pointing at my nose and saying, no, after being kicked by you, he was like a tough grass, unyielding to get up, standing in front of you, with his head up, his eyes open, in silence, with a fearless heart, fighting against your hegemony! Tut-tut...... "The black tiger real person stroked his beard and sighed, and the more he looked at the little fatter, the more satisfied he became.

Xiaopang blinked his eyes a few times, his round face was full of the words "Are you sick", holding the thighs of the real person, tilting his head, pouting with hopeful eyes, and said with a milky voice: "Master, I haven't eaten meat for six days, can you prepare more pig's trotters for me today?" ”

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