A flying sword flew rapidly in the sky, and a young monk and a little boy who looked to be only five or six years old stood on the flying sword.

The flying sword slashed through the clouds, and the monk looked calm, but there was a smile in the corner of his eyes, and he still watched the scenery along the way from time to time.

The boy closed his eyes tightly, but he looked terrified, and his hands were tightly wrapped around the monk's thighs.

No, strictly speaking, the boy's hands and feet were tightly clutched on the monk's thighs, and the monk's lilac robe was also pulled in his hands, probably because the flying sword was too fast, and his body was trembling slightly.

The flying sword blade turned and rushed straight down, and in a trance, the boy's center of gravity shifted-

"Ahhhh

Suddenly, in the sky, there were screams repeatedly.

The monk couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, and grabbed his robe, which was about to be pulled off.

In the midst of the boy's screams, the monk roared angrily: "Let go, let go, the teacher's clothes will be torn off by you, let go!" ”

Knock –

The flying sword was stuck straight into the ground, and there was a loud bang in the valley, and the geese and fish jumped by the stream, and the water waves were startled layer by layer, and they fell on the shore.

There was a woman standing by the stream, indifferently watching the waves coming towards her, a long hair floating on her back at will, seeing that it was about to hit her, a purple light curtain instantly appeared in front of her, blocking the splash for her.

The monk behind her got up from the ground with a dirty face, dusting the ashes in one hand and carrying the boy in the other.

The woman looked back, at the embarrassed monk, and at the frightened and stupid-looking boy he was carrying.

However, the boy's body was clean except for the fact that his clothes were pulled a little untidyly, and he did not get any mud or grass on his body.

"Poof," a sound sounded, and the woman tried to hold back a smile at first, but unfortunately she had already made a sound.

Now that she had already spoken, she laughed out loud regardless of her image, "Hahahaha, Chu Yun, you've only been in the mortal realm for five years, why can't you even take the sword?" A mistake that only a novice can make, you have cultivated for hundreds of years and actually planted it! ”

Izumo Maru's face turned red instantly, and he glanced at the boy he was carrying in his hand with eyes that hated iron and steel, and shouted in an aggrieved tone: "Master! ”

The woman stopped laughing, raised her eyes and carefully looked at the little boy who was carried in the air, took a few steps forward, rubbed his face, changed her previous bold style, and asked softly, "What's your name?" ”

The boy was rubbed by her a few times, and his panicked heart gradually calmed down, he looked at the woman in front of him, with red phoenix eyes, willow eyebrows, delicate and delicate facial features, a wooden hairpin on his head, and a red thread hanging between his white neck, and a jade pendant under the red line.

I thought it would be a delicate jade pendant, but if I looked closely, there was no pattern on the jade pendant.

"Huang ...... Huang Youzhong. A glutinous voice sounded timidly.

"Oh? It's called Youzhong. The woman smiled, and Hatsuyun Zhenren also put the boy on the ground.

He straightened his clothes, waved his hands at the woman, and said, "Master, this is what I said about the child brought by the mortal world, and I want to take him as an apprentice." ”

"Have you thought of the road number?"

"I've thought about it, it's called Zhen Tan."

"Good!" The woman's eyes bent, her fingers hooked Huang Youzhong's little nose, and said with a smile at him: "Youzhong, you will be called Zhen Tan in the future~."

Listen, you are the first apprentice of my eldest apprentice Chu Yun Zhenren, a teacher for one day and a father for life, and you will be my eldest grandson from today onwards! Whoever bullies you will report my name, Changyou Immortal. ”

"Come," Chu Yun Zhenren hurriedly pushed Youhuang Youzhong, and now it is Zhen Tan, and said, "It's called Master Changyou!" ”

"Changyou-" Master, Huang Youzhong just wanted to open his mouth and shouted.

Bump –

There was another loud bang, and before the word "Shigong" could be spoken, Wang Xianren got up from the bed violently, and looked at the familiar wall in front of him with stunned eyes.

I'm a ...... Ahem, oh my God, who opened the door so loudly, with his feet?

The old man hasn't dreamed of the previous things for a long time since he cultivated to reach the Yuan Baby, is it so difficult for the old man to just want to have a sweet dream?

Which little rabbit cub is it, the old man must take a good look today, when the old man is not powerful on weekdays, he is a little milk cat!

In the lobby of the Mo Family Dart Bureau, Mo Xiaotong and Liu Xiaoer, a small and a big one, were looking at each other and staring at each other.

What is the Shuntian dart game? What are you doing at my house?

Mo Xiaotong carefully recalled what her father had told her, and other dart bureaus generally came to the door in two categories and four major situations.

The first type, with good intentions, comes to the door to drink tea.

The first is that other dart games are open and invite their own Wang immortals to cheer.

Second, there is a shortage of people in other dart bureaus, so I have to ask my dart bureau to borrow a few people.

The third is that other dart bureaus have nothing to do and come to the door to chat, but although this possibility is extremely small, it can generally be ruled out.

In the second category, there is only one situation, where other dart bureaus have a brain pump and come to the door to kick the hall.

Mo Xiaotong turned his head again and carefully looked at the five people standing in his own dart game, all holding various weapons in their hands.

She stared at the face of the white-clothed brother for a long time, and although she had a rough idea in her heart, she still couldn't help but feel a sigh of regret.

Alas, it's really a pity, the people who came to kick the gym actually had such a handsome and chic beauty, and when Wang Xianren came out to beat them, this face must not be injured.

And the throat, his voice is so magnetic, the throat must not be hurt, it would be a pity if he was dumb.

Wait a minute, suddenly Mo Xiaotong clenched his fist with one hand, and slapped it down on the palm of the other hand, seeing that the aura of the brother in white and the other four people was obviously different, maybe the brother in white was not in the same group as them!

"Call you Wang Immortals out!" The big man stood in the hall and became even more impatient.

Because he always felt that he was completely ignored by the people in this dart game, especially the little kid, who didn't look at him squarely, and was looking at the white-clothed man next to him from beginning to end.

He knew that he wouldn't accept this business, he knew that he looked ordinary, but was there such a big gap?

The big man felt that his pride had been hurt a little.

No, you have to beat up that god stick king immortal to relieve your anger!

"What about people!" The big man's voice became louder and louder each time, and this sentence was almost half shouted.

"What are you looking for me?" Wang Xianren's voice came from the screen on the inside of the hall, and although his tone was calm, it was obviously full of anger.

Behind the screen, a gray-haired old man, with a short beard, wearing a gray robe, shaking a folding fan, walked out slowly.

When Liu Xiaoer saw Wang Xianren, his eyes lit up instantly.

"Wang Immortal!" He shouted, ran to Wang Xianren's voice in small steps, pointed to the five people in the hall, and said aggrievedly: "Wang Xianren, they didn't have good intentions when they came to the door...... I guess it's coming to kick the gym! ”

Hearing this, Wang Xianren looked at the five people in front of the hall with a little surprise, and then looked at Mo Xiaotong.

Mo Xiaotong hesitated, and his eyes were dodgy.

Oh, little second brother, you are too anxious, what if only those four people want to kick the hall, and the brother in white is just passing by to drink tea!