The next day, Huang Mo woke up in a pile of books.

It's a bit distorted to say that Huang Mo fainted, and it would be more appropriate to wake up again.

Huang Mo finished reading last night that the amount of money she had lived for so long was not worth half of it, and this is just the beginning, this "Suxin Mantra" is engraved with the Shushan Heart Sutra, plus a stack of rules set by Shushan, this thing is thicker than her claws! Thicker than her claws!

Huang Mo glanced over and closed the book with a dead face.

If it is really according to these hundreds of strict laws, the first thing Huang Mo must ensure is not that he will not violate it, but that there are a few that he cannot violate. If the old Taoist priest who didn't seem to have shaved for a long time had to make her feel fairy, should she consciously go to the grounding room first to get a punishment now? Anyway, she can't do these orders, so it's better to lock her up earlier, but it will make her suffer less mental and physical torture.

However, this proposal was immediately rejected by Qing Yue, and he refused noncommittally: "You are a guest of our Shushan, where is there such hospitality in Shushan?" Aren't you too tormented by Shushan? Unless you have a demerit and you have accumulated a certain number of times, you have to ask for a ring. As he spoke, he raised the small notebook in his hand: "Anyway, you should exercise like me now, otherwise don't blame me for giving you a demerit." ”

Huang Mo watched him hang upside down on the beam, his face was not red and he moved her position, and his mood to go back to Su Jishan rose again.

Finally finished the so-called morning class of clearing the brain and strengthening the body, Huang Mo was bypassed the green mountains and green waters, stepped across the green stone and wooden bridge, and brought to a large hall with a carved dragon and a painting building, with the word morning light written on it, and there was a burst of chanting and reading sounds that made Huang Mo drowsy, as soon as Qing Yue stepped in, the sound of reading suddenly stopped, and those little Taoist priests who stood there first greeted Qing Yue, and then a pair of eyes were firmly fixed on the kitten behind him.

Let Huang Mo pass through the leaves in the thousands of flowers, but the eyes of so many people staring at him, anyone will feel hairy, and as soon as he turns his head, he will slip out, Qing Yue took advantage of the situation and picked her up and said to a group of Shushan disciples: "This is the little friend entrusted by Senior Brother Qingye here, named Huang Mo, everyone is a senior brother from now on, everyone has to take care of this junior sister." ”

The disciples responded in a regular manner, and moved their gaze back to the book. Huang Mo inexplicably felt neglected, and had to look at the fat on his body sadly, thinking if he couldn't keep up with the public's aesthetics and the trend of the times because of his figure, so he lost the cute god attribute of the person who couldn't bloom and see the flowers bloom.

Qing Yue nodded with satisfaction and said, "That's the case, I'll go and say hello to the head first, junior sister, you can stay here first and have morning classes with your senior brothers." As he spoke, he pointed to a small desk stack of scriptures exposed in the middle, which was several times smaller than usual, and should have been quite intimate for her.

Huang Mo: "Huh? ”

Keeping her in the company of these seemingly indifferent people? She is different from the past, how can she stand such a cold reception? Before she had time to express her refusal with all her body, the clear and flashing was also fast, and she was taken out by Huang Mo.

Dejected, she decides to accept that she is outdated, and thus confronts the cold winter of life that she has never encountered. When he turned around, he was suddenly frightened by dozens of black heads that came up and jumped up on the spot.

The little disciples of Fang Cai, as soon as they left in front of Qingyue, they hugged a bunch of people, swept away Fang Cai's reserve and calmness, and shouted at Huang Mo with bright eyes: "So cute!" ”

"Are you a junior sister? Why didn't you cultivate into a human form? ”

"But it's so comfortable to the touch! This hairy! Super soft! ”

"Change me for me, I'll hug too!"

That's how a normal person should react! Huang Mo was overwhelmed by the crowd, fluttering, satisfied, and it was rare not to be arrogant enough to let these mortals who didn't even have full hair lift themselves around, and consciously climbed to the pinnacle of life. This worship came too quickly and quickly, and it was even much more enthusiastic than those female fairy venerables who were reserved and twisted, but everything has a degree, and once it exceeds the range she can accept, this love will only be blessed. In order to avoid his untimely death, Huang Mo decisively struggled out of the crowd and fled towards the door.

The door suddenly opened, and Qing Yue stood at the door. In the past, in Huang Mo's eyes, Qing Yue, who was a bean vegetable tooth with two pieces of tofu tied to a green onion and couldn't help bumping into it, looked tall and powerful at the moment, like a divine soldier, she slipped up his shoulder and howled: "Help!" ”

Qingyue looked at her inexplicably: "What did you save you?" ”

Huang Mo buried his head and sobbed: "They are terrible! ”

Qingyue is like falling clouds: "What is terrible? What happened? ”

Huang Mo turned his head to see the bustling room just now, but at this moment it was silent, and the little Taoist priests were holding the scriptures in an orderly manner, staring at it with the spirit of eagerness to gnaw the book out of a hole. Seeing Qing Yue come back, Fang Cai had a look of panic on his face: "Senior brother is back?" ”

All of them are drama spirits, God owes you an Oscar!

Qingyue shrugged his shoulders, shook Huang Mo off his shoulder, and saw that Huang Mo's seat didn't even open the book, so he took out a small notebook and waved it: "I didn't do my homework in the morning class, I demerit once." ”

Huang Mo: "......"

Huang Mo, who had been inexplicably described, felt very aggrieved and held back her anger, this anger did not dissipate after she finished her morning class and practice, and after the sky became dark, Qing Yue took her to another place, which was Yingyue Palace, where the female disciples lived.

Although Huang Mo is a cat, she still can't change her cultivation of spiritual wisdom and knows how to be ashamed. Qingyue Dao was different from male and female, so she was handed over to another senior sister to take care of, and the senior sister took Huang Mo over, said relieved, and took her to the palace.

Although Shushan also accommodates female disciples, the women of the human race have always been raised in the deep boudoir, and most of them refuse to show their heads without leaving the door. There are very few people who can go up to this Shu Mountain, and there are very few who have passed the trial. Therefore, even if it is the annual enrollment of Shushan, there are few women who can abandon the ordinary vision and have good wisdom, and it seems that the entire huge Yingyue Palace is empty and tight. In their spare time, the female disciples couldn't help but look at each other in the main hall, plus drinking a little wine, cutting water with their eyes, and glanced at Huang Mo's side, and suddenly burst out of the light.

"This little junior sister is so cute!"

"Come, come to Senior Sister. Senior sister loves you so much......"