On the observation deck, the sound of sighs is endless.

The king of vibration, which was more than ten meters away, disappeared.

Just like the novice monks who had caught the flying fish for the first time before, it was too novel, and the time passed without realizing it, and finally after a little half a quarter passed, the flying fish disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never existed, and nothing was left.

The same is true of the Flying Fish King in front of him.

The sigh is also mixed with a lot of whispering joy, after all, good things are someone else's, and no one will have some psychological obstacles.

Most of the monks have dispersed, after all, if they don't want to come and see this rare Flying Fish King, who will let this time be wasted?

The time of a monk seems to be very long, but it is very short, and only after continuous cultivation and elevation can he live longer and longer, and only after he lives longer can he continue to live even after eternity.

The little girl with the pigtails stopped crying abruptly, and a cold but boneless bead quietly appeared in the palm of her left hand.

A very small bead.

For some reason, the little girl suddenly felt a sense of peace, like the woman beside her who had been waiting by her side since childhood.

After wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, he looked at Wu Chen, who was smiling and revealing two rows of white teeth, half-hazy and half-sober.

Wu Chen withdrew the right hand that handed out the beads, and nodded back to the little girl.

The little girl looked down at her palm suspiciously, a bead the size of her thumb, lying in the palm of her hand.

"Close your eyes and feel it with your soul. ”

After the little girl heard Wu Chen's voice, she began to hold her breath.

Not for a while, maybe for the little girl, but in a moment.

A smile brightened on the face of the little girl who suddenly opened her eyes.

The hunchbacked woman on the side also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and met Wu Chen's gaze with an apologetic face.

Wu Chen, who couldn't sense any Xuanli cultivation, put too much pressure on him, and the hunchbacked woman didn't think that Wu Chen approached the little girl with the almost impossible kindness of the monk on the mountain.

Therefore, the hunchbacked woman is holding the idea of certain death, or even dying together, to protect her safety.

"Is this a small fish?" asked Wu Chen as the little girl looked at the round beads in her palm.

Wu Chen nodded.

"Ahh ”

Wu Chen thought that his tens of thousands of years of age was indeed not young, and the eldest uncle was still young, so he didn't care about you girl.

Looking at the little girl whose tears began to hang in the corners of her eyes again, Wu Chen didn't have the heart to ridicule one or two, and said bluntly: "You try to connect with your heart." ”

The little girl with pigtails stared at Wu Chen with a puzzled face.

Wu Chen had the urge to turn around and leave, forced his thoughts, and said with the only remaining patience: "You shout it a few times in your heart." ”

After more than a dozen breaths, the little girl looked at Wu Chen with a smile on her face.

Wu Chen stood up and asked the little girl thoughtlessly, "Do you like to cultivate?"

The little girl was stunned for a moment, looked up at Wu Chen, and after thinking about it very seriously, she shook her head.

The hunchbacked woman on the side was anxious and worried, and the words reached the corners of her mouth and swallowed again.

Wu Chen then asked a particularly redundant question: "Why?"

The little girl looked sad, as if she remembered something extremely terrible, shook her head and said, "It hurts too much, Xiaoqing doesn't like it." ”

Then he showed an extremely ugly smile, as if comforting himself, as if comforting Wu Chen and the hunchbacked woman on the side, or both.

Wu Chen nodded, turned sideways slightly, and looked at the hunchbacked woman on the side: "You are from Beizhou?"

The hunchbacked woman glanced at the little girl with pigtails and nodded.

The palms of the hands covered by the cuffs of the shirt were quietly sweating.

For some reason, Murong Yu, who was standing not far behind Wu Chen, also cast his eyes on the hunchbacked woman after hearing Wu Chen's question.

Wu Chen nodded, turned his head to look at the little girl with pigtails, and asked with a smile, "She's not from Beizhou, right?" ”

Murong Yu, who was behind Wu Chen, squinted at the hunchbacked woman, and was more concerned about the hunchbacked woman's answer than Wu Chen, the person who asked the question.

The hunchbacked woman stared at Wu Chen, but she refused to answer for a long time, this question that only needed to say "yes" or "no".

The little girl with pigtails frowned and said, "Uncle, what are you asking Grandma Rong, what is Beizhou?

Wu Chen didn't look at the hunchbacked woman, and replied to the little girl: "It's okay, the eldest uncle just asks casually, by the way, are you just called Xiaoqing?"

The little girl with pigtails didn't bother with the matter of Fang Cai, and nodded: "Yes, but only Grandma Rong can call me Xiaoqing, I am Mu Qingxing, but if you want to call it, uncle, you can also call me Xiaoqing." ”

"Mu Qingxing, Mu Qingxing, your surname is Mu! You are really surnamed Mu!" Murong Yu on the side suddenly lost color, and couldn't stop exhaling softly.

Wu Chen turned around and glanced at Murong Yu meaningfully.

Mu Qingxing, the little girl with pigtails, also looked at the young monk behind Wu Chen who was dressed extraordinarily and couldn't be better-looking, and her eyebrows were furrowed: "That's it, Xiaoqing is surnamed Mu!"

The hunchbacked woman on the side exhaled heavily.

The already crooked back seemed to be playing for three points again.

Since the birth of the little girl Mu Qingxing, the woman has taken on the responsibility of taking care of the little girl alone, but in fact, only the woman herself knows that she is just a caretaker by the little girl's side, as for the original birth of the little girl, it is a secret that the woman has been holding for so many years, a big secret. ”

The cloudy eyes looked at Mu Qingxing with two pigtails, and the woman had no choice but to embark on this trip, because the special roots and bones of the little girl, and the path of cultivation that reached the sky, could not be broken in her hands, in the hands of a person with a humble status.

And the kind of special root bone physique that can bring the little girl the ultimate glory, under the care of her useless woman, brings the little girl only pain.

There was no corresponding special exercise, and all that was brought to the little girl was the pain that ordinary monks of the Three Realms could not bear.

The little girl was already ten years old, and the woman couldn't imagine what kind of pain the little girl would face after the age of ten, so she emptied her worth and stepped on this famous freight ferry to Zhongzhou.

The hunchbacked woman gritted her teeth and took half a step forward, bending her legs downward, only to find that no matter how hard she tried, her legs could not bend down as she intended.

Raising his head and staring at Wu Chen, he said, "I implore the son to agree to the old woman." ”

Wu Chen, who stopped the hunchbacked woman from kneeling, asked softly, "What's the matter?"

The hunchbacked woman closed her eyes and opened them suddenly, "Please be sure to accept Mu Qing's apprenticeship." ”