Looking at the flying snow outside the window, time always passes unconsciously, and it is almost the New Year in a flash, Yan Yimei looked at Yan Wuwu who was cultivating outside the window, and there was a touch of tenderness between his eyebrows. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the open space of the small courtyard, Yan Wuwu **** her upper body, her immature little arms tried to wave the shield on the ground, and her little face was covered with beads of sweat.

"This shield can't be messed around, or it will hurt you."

A pleasant and familiar voice came, Yan Wuwu shook his arm, did not look back, and said: I want to try!

"Divide the mountain!"

With a soft shout, he grabbed the shield with both hands, and with a fierce force, the shield was slowly raised.

"Whew-"

Taking a deep breath, his immature left arm clasped the shield, raised it violently, quickly overhead, and pressed it fiercely forward.

"Bang!"

After the loud noise, Yan Wuwu patted his arm, moved his sore muscles and bones, and looked at the red light on the ground with a flash of pride.

Yan Yimei looked at the little kid in front of him with a smile, since he cultivated, he had never cried or made trouble, and he had seriously cultivated every trick he had been taught.

The red mangs on the ground flowed, this move was the shield pressure in the Yuncheng shield, Yan Yimei only practiced it for him in the morning, but it had already taken the prototype at noon.

Yan Wuwu, who had rested for a while, relocked his eyes on the shield on the ground, got up and walked over, his immature left arm skillfully buckled the shield, and shouted softly: "Divide the mountain!" The left arm was quickly raised above his head and pressed forward.

In the afternoon, the sound of slamming the ground in the small courtyard continued, Yan Wuwu looked at the red mangs on the ground, clapped his hands with satisfaction, and walked directly to the well in the courtyard.

Quickly took off his pants, stepped on the bluestone by the well, and easily climbed into the one-person high water tank.

Yan Yimei walked out of the room, holding a small dress in her hand and placing it on the edge of the water tank.

"I'll go to Qu Shuai's place, and you can sleep by yourself." Yan Yimei's crisp voice came from afar.

After a long time, Yan Wuwu climbed out of the water tank, looked around with big eyes, and after a while after making sure that Yan Yimei would not come back, he put on the small clothes by the water tank and ran towards the outside of the courtyard.

All the way, out of the small courtyard, straight to the city gate.

The night was long, the stars in the sky were around a bright moon, and the bright moonlight was scattered on the earth, and the hills outside the Dragon City were as bright as day.

Under the moonlight, two figures met under the big tree sneakily.

"Did you bring anything?" A childish voice whispered.

"Don't worry, I've brought it all." The other voice was slightly muffled.

"You didn't have a tail to follow when you came, did you?"

"Don't worry, I've waited a long time before I came out."

The bright moonlight sprinkled on the faces of the two of them was Wang Bukong and Yan Wuwu.

Wang Bukong fumbled in the robe for a while, took out a beautiful lunch box, exuded a tempting aroma of meat, and said in a low voice: I will listen to it by reciting it first.

"The way is from the heart. There is still a lot of net profit in the heart. Such as lotus blossom out of the water. Suddenly the source of the Dao and. Permanent dwelling in the phase of silence. The wise are saddened. Alone beyond the three realms. Not to mention the ...... of the woman" Yan Wuwu didn't say a word, and skillfully recited the mental formula.

Wang Bukong nodded with satisfaction, handed over the lunch box in his hand, and said in a low voice: During this time, you have performed well, I will pass on other mental formulas to you, you must keep it in mind.

Tasting the exquisite dim sum in the lunch box, Yan Wuwu waved his hand and whispered: Tell me the rest, it's too troublesome little by little.

"Okay, you put this away and put it in the Buddha Fury Golden Lotus." After speaking, Wang Bukong took out a small book and melted into the sea of Yan Wuwu's knowledge.

Xiaoshu flew into the sea of knowledge, Yan Wuwu didn't raise his eyelids, and continued to eat the few snacks left in the lunch box.

Wang Bukong looked at the foodie in front of him, and said solemnly: This book is not the same, you must not take it out in front of people, you know?

Yan Wuwu wiped a handful of crumbs from his mouth and nodded.

"Well, every morning when you practice the Yijin Sutra and at night you practice the Cleansing Sutra, you must not miss it."

"Hmm."

"Bodhidharma martial arts must cooperate with the Arhat stick method, you know."

"Hmm..."

"When you practice Cangyun Light Skill, you must not forget to cultivate the Thousand Jin Pendant!"

"Hmm."

When Wang Bukong finished speaking, half an hour had passed, Yan Wuwu yawned and ran towards Longcheng, returned to the small courtyard, and crept towards his bed.

Gently ripped off his quilt, glanced at Yan Yimei, who was still asleep, and the heart he was holding slowly fell.

Lying on the bed and investigating the little book given by Wang Bukong, the more I read it, the more bored I became, but since I promised others, I still had to do it, and I seriously memorized the scriptures in the small book in my mind, and fell asleep with a trace of helplessness.

At this time, the scriptures recorded in the small book in the sea of knowledge were flowing with Yan Wuwu's blood at this time, like a subtle lightning flashing, constantly refining the blood in the body, and a drop of blood in Yan Wuwu's body was as crystal clear as a blood diamond.

The night passed, Yan Wuwu, who didn't sleep well last night, lay on his back in the quilt, Yan Yimei frowned, pinched his puffy little face, and didn't wake him up.

On the third pole of the sun, Yan Wuwu slowly got up, stretched his waist, and a foul smell came to his nose.

Looking at the black dirt on his body, he pinched his nose and ran to the well, and rushed more than a dozen times before he recovered.

Running into the garden and taking a few deep breaths of aroma, Yan Wuwu began to return to the small courtyard to get dressed.

In the main hall of Dragon City, Yan Yimei looked at Qu Shuai, who was looking at the new disciples in the main hall, and said: Master, the newcomers of this session are much stronger than the previous ones.

Qu Shuai nodded slightly, put down the information in his hand, and said: Wang Bukong has not taught privately recently.

"Last night, after Commander Wang handed over a small book to Wuwu, it seems that he has no intention of continuing to teach." Yan Yimei recalled the situation when she was tracking Xiaoshan Bao yesterday.

"Count him as acquaintances, how is the worry-free mountain training?" Qu Shuai's brows furrowed slightly.

Speaking of this, Yan Yimei said happily: Master, you can already use the Cloud City Shield without worry, and Cangyun's light skills have already been learned.

"God bless me Cangyun, the training of this women's guard camp will be practiced by me personally, and you will be responsible for worry-free cultivation."

"Yes, master."

Yan Yimei returned to the small courtyard, looked at the ground in front of her, and said gently: Cultivation should be gradual, come and rest for a while.

Yan Wuwu ran to her lap and sat on the ground and began to recover her spiritual power.

Looking at the little kid on the ground, Yan Yimei's beautiful eyes were filled with relief: Don't worry, what are you working so hard for every day.

"Protection."

Yan Wuwu's big eyes looked at the giant shield on the ground.

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