Shaolin Temple.

"This is too micro to cultivate the Yuan Gong, and you are only thirty percent hot now."

"If you practice for three hours a day, you will definitely not be able to do it well."

Still dressed in a green shirt, Win Wuye stood with his hands in his hands, indifferently looking at the little girl in front of him who was only at the height of his knees, the little girl was only four or five years old, wearing a blue power suit, but the hem of the clothes was tied with a small silver bell made into a spring bell flower, every time she moved, it would shake, making a soft sound of jingling bells.

His black hair was tied in a double hair, and a short dagger was hidden behind his waist.

On his waist hangs the token of the old master of Yiye Xuan.

The little girl was a little embarrassed to lower her head, staring at her toes, playing with the hem of her clothes with both hands, and then secretly looked at the cold scribe, and as soon as she was discovered, she immediately withdrew her gaze, her fingers stirred the hem of her clothes, and the silver bell jingled and jingled.

At last, he found that he couldn't fool himself, so he ran to the scribe's side, stretched out his hand and pulled the scribe's clothes to and fro, and said coquettishly:

"Grandpa Win loves Yue'er the most, so I don't want to be like that, right......"

Win Wuye's eyes were indifferent, unmoved, and said coldly:

"Your father and mother are not willing to take care of you, this seat will take care of you."

"If you don't want to learn, I'll teach you."

"In the past, how much was missing, and I will make up for it here today."

His voice paused slightly, accentuated his tone, and said:

"If you don't reach the fourth level of cultivation, don't leave."

The little girl froze, looking at Ying Wuye with two big bags of tears in her eyes.

The scribe flicked his sleeves, turned around indifferently, sat on the bamboo chair, flipped through it at will, looked at two pages, seemed to think of something again, and said indifferently: "In the past few days in Shaolin Temple, meditating and practicing qi, three hours a day, the foundation of the Xue family's swordsmanship, one hour, six thousand times out of the sword." ”

"Huh?"

Win Wuye said lightly:

"Your dad didn't do more than that."

"Go and practice."

"Or do you want me to do some more homework for you?"

The scribe's eyes were full of chill and threat.

………………

The ancient Taoist returned from the Taoist Gate and the new nineteen-year-old Taishang Dao, and returned to the Shaolin Temple, but did not find the little girl, looked at the Hongluo Yu hanging upside down on the tree, and said:

"Where's Yue'er?"

Hong Luoyu turned over and sat up, with a few fallen leaves on his hair, thought about it, and said:

“…… It should be to find the surname to win. ”

"No night?"

"Well, I should be practicing now? After all, it was the surname that won, that guy is very small-minded, and it took a lot of effort to summarize all the martial arts related to Taiyin and Shaoyin in the two worlds and three rivers and lakes, and it took five years to compile that Taiwei Pei Yuan Sutra. ”

"The little girl is so lazy, he naturally won't like it."

"Back then, An Feng was half-dead by him, where did he practice like that, I don't think the little girl can run away."

The ancient Taoist sighed, said goodbye to the Hongluo Feather, and stepped into the air to go to the main peak of Shaolin Temple.

Before he passed, he heard the scribe's cold voice sounding unhurriedly: "This sword, the focus is on controlling the strength, and it is necessary to make the whole body qi unified, so that it can be regarded as a complete sword." ”

"If you want to break through the Tianshan Sword Method, you must use the simplest mountain opening style."

"Respond to all changes with the same, so that the ...... can be solved without breaking"

The ancient Taoist subconsciously reined in his own qi, and in his heart he was only teaching children to practice swordsmanship, arguing whether it was too early, and he had already seen that on the top of the main peak, he won without a night and stood with his hands down, with a green shirt and jade crown, a side face indifferent and cold, holding a sword in his right hand, and the sword blade pointed to, all of which were the world's first-class swordsmanship.

Sword qi and sword intent, criss-crossed.

The left arm is wrapped, and on the arm sits a little girl in a blue dress and a silver bell.

A layer of the strongest internal qi in the world enveloped the little girl.

Not to mention being injured by sword qi, it is difficult for wind, frost and dust to fall.

After several sword drills, but no sound was heard, Ying Wuye raised his eyebrows, turned his head in displeasure, but saw that the little girl had fallen asleep at some point, her forehead was gently against his shoulder, and she didn't know what she thought, and she slept very deeply.

The sword in the scribe's hand slowly dispersed, and he was silent, his voice was flat, and he muttered to himself:

“…… Even if you are tired, it is okay to take a little rest. ”

Stretched out his hand and gently sorted out the hair on the little girl's sideburns, and then pinched the little girl's cheeks, seeing the four-year-old child frowning in the dream, shaking his head slightly, making a low nasal sound, his left hand stretched out and grabbed his fingers, the corners of Ying Wuye's mouth were slightly hooked, and he immediately noticed that the qi was wrong, and his movements stiffened slightly.

Slowly turning his head, he saw the smiling and groaning Gu Dao people.

After a long silence, the smile on Ying Wuye's face slowly disappeared, and then he was expressionless, passed by the ancient Taoist, and said flatly: "...... Today's practice will be postponed for the time being. ”

………………

Hong Luoyu looked at it from a distance, sighed, and said, "Sure enough, that's the case." ”

"Isn't the surname winning too much to spoil her?"

No one answered for a while, and Hong Luoyu muttered again, pretending to be worried:

"But I'm a little worried that Xiaoyue will grow up, if someone is interested in her and plans to ask for a marriage, who will have to pass the level where the surname wins?"

"I'm afraid that as soon as I open my mouth, I will kill with a sword."

Before the sound fell, the air suddenly froze.

Wu Changqing's stroking movement stagnated slightly, raised his head, smiled gently, and said:

"Luo Yu, what did you say?"

Hong Luoyu felt a little speechless, but he didn't want to admit his mistake immediately, coughed twice, and said with a dry smile:

"I naturally said it unintentionally, but the old medicine jar, Xiao Yue'er will grow up after all, and it is impossible to come to Shaolin Temple often, which bastard boy will be encountered, will be abducted, and one day will get married......"

Hong Luoyu couldn't say anything, his cheeks twitched, and a nameless karmic fire burned inexplicably in his stomach.

He suddenly felt that when the bastard appeared, he would be very interested in knocking on his head a few times.

Hong Luoyu took a deep breath and suppressed that anger, but he remembered that he was still arguing with Wu Changqing at the moment, where could he change his opinion like this? At that moment, he looked at the monk who was closing on the bluestone, and pretended to be relaxed:

"Great monk, you say a few words, since you are a monk, you should not be like an old medicine jar."

On the bluestone, the chanting sound was cut off, the monk opened his eyes, thought about it, and said:

"If you don't plan to become a monk, it is inevitable that you will get married one day."

"The poor monk is here, and he doesn't want to interfere more."

Hong Luoyu's face showed a victorious look.

Yuan Ci's voice paused, and then said calmly:

"But as an elder, I naturally need to be tested."

"As long as you can wrestle with the poor monk and stick a stick of incense without retreating, the poor monk can agree."

PS: There are only about seven or eight chapters outside the fan, and the number of words will not be too much......

Partial to the everyday, as well as the ending of the characters.

Arrangement - Wedding/Talking about the soft travel of the rivers and lakes/Some regretful stories are completed (Tuoba Baili, Weimingzong, Qianshan Si)