The momentum of the Bai Dao man condensed, and he turned back mechanically, and the joints of his head and neck rubbed against each other to make a "click" sound, and his face was confused. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Senior Bai, do you want to listen to this story too? "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", it's very touching when you hear the name, it's more exciting than Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai! ”

Mo Qian followed the temptation and listened to the story, this reason is absurd, but it seems to have hit the pain point of the Bai Dao people.

The Legend of the Condor Heroes, a work that has been tested in the previous life, can be said to be a household name, and its attraction is self-evident.

Mo Qian believed that as long as he told him a few chapters, he would not be able to escape.

As long as this story is finished, and then the next one is followed, it will not be a problem to drag on for ten or eight years with modern literary works.

In fact, Mo Qian was originally more inclined to talk about "Heaven and Dragon Slayer", but if the word "dragon slayer" appeared here, I am afraid that before he finished telling the story, he was dragged out by the emperor to be slaughtered at noon, and the story was stopped.

Bai Daoren's expression was complicated, "You can listen to it." "Unwillingness, anger, and lamentation of his own spinelessness.

The people of Baidao seem to have seen the scene when they went down the mountain again.

"Xiaobai, you have been on the mountain for 12 years, you have practiced hard, you have learned something, and the master can't teach you anything, you can go down the mountain to comprehend the world."

In the lobby sat an old man with long hair, holding a whisk in his hand, dressed in a gray-white robe, simple and elegant, with a kind smile on his face.

On the lobby kneeling was a white man who was still a little white back then, with tears on his face, and he was still a handsome guy who was white and clean at that time.

More than ten years have passed, and the face has become vicissitudes, but the flowing white hair has not changed.

The old man looked at Xiaobai crying sadly, quite unbearable, and handed over a handkerchief: "Xiaobai, don't be sad, in the world, there is no banquet that will not be dispersed, you and I have been a master and apprentice for more than ten years, it is already very rare, what else is there to force?"

You go down the mountain, remember to think more about being a teacher in the future, and then walk the rivers and lakes to earn some family property, and then come back to our Taoist temple to donate some incense money is already the greatest filial piety. ”

Xiaobai cried and shook his head: "Master, Xiaobai is reluctant to leave you, I still have to tell stories to my younger brothers and sisters, I just heard a few interesting stories recently, I will tell them tonight."

I won't pursue money, I know master, you are indifferent to fame and fortune, how can I be contaminated with those copper-smelling things, master, you just let me stay! ”

The old man turned away in pain.

Reaching out, he trembled towards a feather duster on the shelf.

Xiaobai looked at the master so sad, and his tears became more fierce.

However, there is a hint of joy in my heart, it seems that the master is still reluctant to me, after all, I have made a lot of contributions to the master.

Every day, I work hard to tell my younger brothers and sisters some stories that I heard on the rivers and lakes, relieve their boring monastic life, and relieve psychological pressure, no matter how you look at it, these are all great achievements.

The master will not be able to kick himself out of the master's door, maybe he will remember his own goodness and give an award or something.

Xiaobai hurriedly stepped forward and respectfully took the feather duster and put it on the master's hand: "Master, the feather duster has been taken." ”

"Hmm." The master glanced at Xiaobai appreciatively, Xiaobai smiled, and his heart was even more determined.

When the master got the feather duster, his eyes suddenly changed, and he sacrificed the magic weapon in his hand ------ the feather duster, and one after another, the feather duster fell on Xiaobai's body like rain.

"Ahh Xiaobai didn't react for a while, and was whipped several times, making a roar of killing pigs.

The master scolded while beating back: "I let you not go down the mountain, I let you not earn the family business, what a ghost copper smelly thing, there is no money, we Taoist temple drink the northwest wind, and what do you say to tell stories to the younger brothers and sisters, if you dare to tell your stories again, Lao Tzu will give you eight pieces now." ”

Xiaobai wailed, the listeners were sad, and the seeers wept and scurried up and down.

But the master seemed to be getting more and more energetic, "Do you know how many junior brothers and sisters ran to the main hall to sleep with the Sanqing statue when you told a ghost story?"

Do you know how many people hide from you and hide under my bed so that Lao Tzu can't sleep?

You're good, but you have to go to Sanqingguan to speak, as soon as you speak, the children holding the Sanqing statue directly feces and urine incontinence, and the next day Lao Tzu pinched his nose to wipe those filthy things, at that time Lao Tzu was thinking, why did the ancestors of Sanqing not purify your kid? ”

"Ah, master, stop fighting, I won't tell ghost stories again......"

"If that's the case, it's okay, you dare to force the junior brother to peek at the girl taking a bath, just peek.

What kind of taste do you bastard, you can also look at the two hundred pounds of fat woman, so that those people came back and cried and told me that they had needle eyes, and then when they saw the woman, they were afraid to die, and they did a lot of evil, Lao Tzu didn't kill you today, I will write the word Tian upside down! ”

In this way, Xiaobai was swept out of the house with a feather duster all the way by the master.

When he arrived at the gate of the Taoist temple, the master also used a signature martial art of the door, a roundabout kick, and kicked Xiaobai down the mountain road in a chic manner.

Xiaobai rolled happily, changing various postures at will during the period, and did not stop until the foot of the mountain, patted the dust on his body, nothing happened, and fell asleep on his stomach on the spot.

Xiaobai later heard that for this matter, the Taoist temple also held a banquet that day and invited all the Taoist temples in the county at that time.

It seems that not only the people who have harmed this Taoist temple, but also the others.

There was no shortage of chickens, ducks and fish at the banquet, and the Taoist temple broke the vow once, making it more festive than the New Year, just to send away the scourge that had tormented the Taoist temple for more than ten years.

In the past ten years, the little bird has become an old bird, and the little white has become an old white, which is now the Baidao people.

His skills have improved by leaps and bounds, and he has become a master of a number of them, and he has traveled all over the four seas.

He said that he would never tell ghost stories again, so he really never told them again, but this old white love to listen to novels has not changed, and he can't move when he hears someone telling a story, from ghost stories to stories of martial arts, and occasionally makes up meat stories.

Of course, these are all things in the past, but because of this, Mo Qian poked at this point, so he reluctantly stayed.

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"Idiot, what's wrong with this senior?"

Gu Yushi stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Bai Daoren's eyes, but Bai Daoren's eyes were still tightly closed, and he didn't react at all.

"Shhh, the seniors may be thinking about something, or they may just understand a trace of the mystery of heaven and earth, and they feel something in their hearts and are ready to break through."

Mo Qian's face was solemn, since he said just now that he was going to tell Gu Yushi a story, Bai Daoren fell into deep thought, closed his eyes and stood with his eyes closed, quite a master's demeanor.

Although Mo Qian didn't understand what this situation was, even if he hadn't seen Pig Run, he had eaten pork, and after reading so many novels, Mo Qian made up the plot of Bai Daoren's preparation for a breakthrough by himself.

Although Gu Yushi is a second-grade martial artist, she doesn't know much about the fifth-grade martial arts handsome like Bai Daoren, and the two of them can only stare at each other, waiting for Bai Daoren to wake up.

"Miss Gu, look, the senior is starting to move, his body is leaning forward, is he brewing some tricks?"

"It's amazing, the senior is still pouring down, I think he will return to his original position at the last moment, now just to let us see his strength."

"Ready to land, look, how calm the senior's expression is, he is not worried at all that he will hit the ground, this kind of courage needs to be learned by our young people."

"Bang", Bai Daoren's face and body came into close contact with the ground, especially when the nose was straight and went down like this, there was no imaginary instant reset, after all, it was not a game, and it could be archived.

After a while, a thin snoring sound came from the ground, and there was still a faint trace of nosebleed left in the nostrils, and the white Dao man, at this time, was sleeping soundly.

I forgot to say that in addition to listening to stories, Bai Daoren is also a must for being in a daze and sleeping, no matter when and where, as long as he thinks it is appropriate, he can immediately enter a state of sleep, and at this time, he can't wake up.

Gu Yushi and Mo Qian saw the shock in each other's eyes at the same time-

------Baidao people, fall asleep!