Li Hua was also instantly ashamed, remembering that he had not arranged Master Pan's breakfast and lunch in advance and entered the mountain, and forgot about Master Pan's existence when he entered the mountain.

Originally, I just got up in the morning to practice, but the result was always that the plan was not as big as the change.

Her confession is unique: "Master Pan can't help it, I will definitely prepare more convenient food for you in the future, even if you are not talented in cooking, you can ensure that you are self-reliant and full of food and drink when you are forgotten by others." ”

He also asked the third son to take off a bag of pecans first, put them on the side of the kang for Master Pan, and then chanted: "Eating this is the best for the brain, and you don't need to heat it in the pot, it is convenient and can stop hunger." ”

Master Pan: I'm embarrassed to say anything......

Li Hua beckoned the two soldiers to go to the yard to help deal with the wild boar, leaving An Bixiao and Master Pan sitting cross-legged on the kang, and for a while, they didn't know what to talk about.

According to Master Pan's letter, Xiaobao must be taken away from Liuwa Village, so as not to be taught badly by a female master who is chattering.

But An Bixiao met with Li Hua again today, and the chatter was indeed a little, and I didn't see any other problems, I felt pretty good, the atmosphere was bold, he had a martial arts foundation, and he was willing to sacrifice his life to protect his apprentices.

"Master, your arm is not good, don't let the secret guards leave you for too long in the future, anyway, Xiaobao won't go back to the mansion, whatever they do, call back the secret guards to guard you, as long as you both are safe in the village, I can do things with confidence."

An Bixiao insisted on the original opinion, and Master Pan couldn't help but mention one more thing: "Second Master Bao is smart and sensible, and he really can't be better than a woman's hands......"

"Big brother! Eldest brother! The sound of the rapid running brought the panting and anxious little fat man, today I heard that my brother came to see him, and I was more excited than I had seen Master Pan before.

In the past, I was excited to see my eldest brother, but my admiration could only be expressed with the help of my eyes, but this time it was different, and Li Hua was much more unrestrained, and when he came in, it was like a cannonball hitting Anbixiao's outer armpit, and he hugged his eldest brother's arm tightly with both arms, and then cried.

General An, who was sitting on his side, didn't know what to do to comfort his fat brother, and looked embarrassed and helpless with his other hand.

It's not fashionable to express feelings between brothers with such intimate body language these days.

The last time I saw Master Pan, Xiaobao also lost gold bumps, but he definitely didn't have the strength to cry so stupidly.

General An's hand fell on the back of Xiaobao's head for a long time, he had already known about his brother's adventure, and he was almost boiled and eaten, so it was natural to be so wronged.

"Don't cry...... It's all to blame for my brother not taking care of you......"

"The minions in the house who bullied you have all been dealt with......"

There was a little more sadness on his originally cold and hard face, and suddenly he lifted Xiaobao onto the kang with both hands and sat side by side with him.

has made such an unprecedented intimate action, my brother should be coaxed, right?

Unexpectedly, Xiaobao was even more sad when he heard the comfort of his eldest brother, and continued to cry with his eyes closed, his body was still limp and paralyzed, kicking his legs, rubbing his head against the eldest brother, sobbing sideways, and his hair was loose......

General An could only stop his younger brother from rolling off the kang.

Master Pan had never seen this kind of formation, and he was already doubting his previous judgment: Second Master Bao was smart and sensible......

All the noise ceased with a thin voice.

"Xiaobao, it's almost there. Do you want to eat hot pot or barbecue? ”

The little white fat man not only stopped his voice immediately, but also sat up, hiccuped two times in a row, and then replied in a very nasal voice: "I'll eat them all!" ”

My eldest brother is here, I'm willful, I'm not afraid of trouble.

"Okay, then come out and help!"

The slender voice was no less than the holy decree issued, and the white fat brother of General An's family, the eight-year-old younger brother, slipped off the kang and waved his hand to the eldest brother: "I'll go to the fire, invite the eldest brother to eat barbecue and hot pot!" ”

It's like the little man who cried just now wasn't him.

It's like two brothers reuniting after a long absence, and they only need to cry to finish the intimacy process.

Master Pan's long beard curled several times, and was about to say something, when Xiaobao ran in again and took out a very simple bound book from his arms, with thick needles and large threads...... Book!

"Big brother, show you the storybook I remember from my master!"

Ran away again.

A stack of books sewn on white paper, the book cover is also white paper, and three big characters are written vertically: Journey to the West.

Open it, "The First Spiritual Root Cultivation Source Flows Out of the Spiritual Cultivation Dao Sheng".

The poem says: Chaos is not divided into heaven and earth, and no one sees it. Since Pangu broke Hongmeng, it has opened up from Zi Qing to distinguish ......"

Master Pan, who came over to watch together, held back all his words.

Just now, he disliked Li Hua and advised his disciples not to let Bao Erye grow up in the hands of women, but he didn't expect to be slapped in the face so quickly.

Martial arts, able to control the enemy; Text, can make up books.

I am proud of my great ability to read a lot of books before I get married in my life, and I have never heard of "Journey to the West", so I can only think of it by Li Hua himself.

can still tell such a subtle story, the poems and words are old-fashioned and neat, and the ups and downs of the story are fascinating.

Talent, ah, this is!

"Shame on old decay!"

The two of them actually maintained a posture and read the full text of Xiaobao's record, and then looked at each other in awe.

An Bixiao comforted Master Pan: "The disciple has asked Li Hua, and her master is a worldly master who does not ask about mundane matters, his whereabouts are uncertain, and his name is not revealed. Li Hua's knowledge and martial arts are all under the guidance of masters, so he is so talented in civil and military affairs at such a young age, and his temperament is free and easy and sometimes ignorant of the world, and he is also deeply influenced by her master. ”

"It's old and clumsy! Thinking about her master's uncertain whereabouts, she naturally couldn't always mention it in teaching, which made Li Hua speak and act a little differently. I don't dare to hold it up anymore when I am old! ”

I read a handwritten "Journey to the West" for the first three times, as for it?

Master Pan and An Bixiao, who didn't dare to hold on to the big one, also arrived in the courtyard, and Master Pan was still hanging on one arm, so he could only be a spectator. General An personally participated in the ranks of cutting meat slices and preparing vegetables, not to mention, seeing such a handsome and cold general looking like washing his hands and making soup, it was very eye-catching.

Master Pan saw that Li Hua was always calm and calm, and assigned General An to have the same attitude as his own soldiers and apprentices, and he was even more sure that Li Hua's teacher was extraordinary.

Even if it is a woman, it is also high and the mountains are up.

And my heart hurts and itches like a cat scratch, and I am eager to read the follow-up chapters of "Journey to the West", but what can I do?

Liu Wa Village will never leave, and Bao Erye must continue to stay by Li Hua's side to be taught, he is only an assistant, and he can eat food and listen to stories.