"For the teacher, I will go to you XX is a good apprentice, you mean awesome, don't care." Fang Wuwei glanced at the five big characters shining above his head, and sighed helplessly.

Xiao Lian secretly snickered with satisfaction under the Dharma platform, secretly feeling happy that his master praised him. "It turns out that the master said that I went to you XX to praise the apprentice, hehehehe."

Fang Wuwei frowned and looked at Xiao Lian, who was immersed in his own world in front of the Dharma platform, and continued to say helplessly.

"Come on, good apprentice, you bow your head first and don't look at it as a teacher, think about it as a teacher."

When Xiao Lian heard Fang Wuwei say this, he hurriedly buried his head low, shrunk into a ball, and wanted to stuff himself into the soil.

Fang Wuwei's mind was now full of chaos, whether it was Zheng Koumao's infinite space mobile phone, or the cultivation world he was in, or even if he had inexplicably turned into a ghost, any of these three were impossible for Fang Wuwei to explain or accept. As a college student who graduated from psychology, he can basically attribute all this to fantasy, and only fantasy has such a serious and real fantasy, but in the case of fantasy in history, no one has a disease with such a large span of worldview and such a real scene. But if it's true, then what's the reason for all this? If it's a delusion, how can you cure yourself without medication? If it really happened, how would I go back to the world I lived in? Fang Wuwei seemed to have fallen into the whirlpool of thoughts, spinning endlessly, but he couldn't find a reasonable answer.

"Master. Master. Master. The immature voice pulled Fang Wuwei back from his thoughts.

"Huh? What's wrong? Fang Wuwei came back to his senses and looked at it, it was still the small temple, it was still the Dharma platform, and it was still the little boy Xiao Lian who was still kneeling, which was so real that people couldn't doubt it.

"Master. I. I. I'm dizzy." The kneeling Xiao Lian staggered, and after finishing speaking, he fell to the ground with a thud and let out a faint snoring sound.

"If you want to sleep, you want to sleep, dizzy!" Fang Wuwei snorted lightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Xiao Lian who was lying on the ground on his side, and at first glance, he was attracted by Xiao Lian's torn pants.

The patches on the knees of Xiao Lian's pants have long been worn to the point that only a thin layer remains, and the floor where he is kneeling already has several different depressions, if anyone has been to the old temple, they can know that it is a depression that will be formed by kneeling for a long time, Xiao Lian just knelt there when he was fine, and he knelt for a long time before his pants were patched again and again, and the floor was dented one after another.

The corners of Fang Wuwei's eyes trembled uncontrollably, and he slowly floated off the platform, wanting to take a serious look at this inexplicably extra apprentice. Although Xiao Lian's clothes are full of patches, they are not as thick as the patch corners on the knees, so thick, presumably as long as Xiao Lian has a cloth, the first patch must be the knees, through the cloth that has been worn out, you can also see the knees that have been red and swollen.

"Ugh." Fang Wuwei sighed again. "So thin, so bitter, and kneeling every day, hard work for you, good apprentice." This time, Fang Wu really admired and loved Xiao Lian for the first time for this young man who had never seen the world.

Fang Wuwei floated to the grass pile on the side, trying to get some grass to cover Xiao Lian's body, but unfortunately he was just a ghost now and couldn't do anything, Fang Wuwei called out softly to Xiao Lian, who was lying on the ground asleep.

"Ahh Kindness. Master." Xiao Lian opened his eyes slightly, and when he saw Fang Wuwei looking at him, he drooled and laughed. "Master. You don't go. Today. I also dreamed that you turned into a demon and flew back. I don't remember me. Hey, hey."

Fang Wuwei's nose tightened, and he only felt as if his heart was being tightened, but he still pretended to be angry and said:

"I'm sorry, I'm a demon now, and I'm sleeping so dead! Go to a warm place and sleep! ”

Xiao Lian froze for a moment, struck a spirit, jumped up, knelt down again, and said weakly like a frightened rabbit.

"Master. I didn't mean it."

"For the teacher to know! You find a good place to sleep, wake up and teach you spells for the teacher! How can you practice the immortal method well if you don't have the spirit! "Fang Wuwei, as a college student who graduated from psychology, of course couldn't understand any immortal methods, but at this time, he couldn't bear to shatter the illusions of such a stoic child, so he just deceived Xiao Lian like this, perhaps, until he couldn't cheat anymore.

Xiao Lian's eyes rolled, and he wanted to say something, but seeing Fang Wuwei's undoubted expression, he obediently climbed to the haystack on the side and continued to sleep.

Fang Wu let out a faint snoring sound again to see Xiao Lian, and sighed in his heart, thinking about how to pretend to be more like a divine stick, while carefully observing the small temple where Xiao Lian lived.

Soon a wall attracted Fang Wuwei's attention, and the wall was densely engraved with horizontal lines and words. The horizontal lines are evenly arranged from top to bottom, which should be carved by Xiao Lian in order to record the number of days, but it begins to be crooked and twisted in the middle of the year, and there will be traces of alteration from time to time, and he glanced directly at the back, and there was a sentence written on it: "Master, I'm sorry, I forgot that today is the first day." Then he looked at the words engraved on the back, "Master, three years is so slow." "Master, I'm so hungry today." "Master, it's raining today."There are many, many short sentences, some of which talk about Xiao Lian's thoughts about Wu Wei of the other party, and some of which say what happened today, always a few short sentences, but at the beginning of each sentence, there are always two words of Master, and those two words are always the two words that are carved most neatly and attentively.

If Fang Wuwei can shed tears now, presumably Fang Wuwei has burst into tears, no matter how unreliable Fang Wuwei thinks this world is, how impossible it is for him to be this child's master, in the face of all this, it is no longer important, Fang Wuwei only hopes that he can help him and let him live a better life.

Fang Wuwei looked at the wall, then looked at Fang Wuwei who was sleeping in the haystack, and made a decision.

"Me! Fang Wuwei! It's decided! Knowledge is power! Unity is strength! Practice is power! Firm faith can defeat all the bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods! I'm going to teach him the most precious thing in China! Tenacity! Never fall! Just like the spirit of Xiaoqiang! ”

Fang Wuwei frowned tightly, his eyes revealed a firm conviction, staring at the wall full of engraved words, the words floating above his head shimmered, illuminating the small temple at sunset, more victorious than the sun, more gentle than the moon, and even the evil Buddha holding the sword looked solemn under the strange light.

No one would believe, and no one could have believed, that Xiao Lian, the most legendary and greatest figure in the barbarian era, was actually taught by a demon who studied psychology in a ruined temple.