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A month later. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mo Yan Hongyang was alone with his head down, walking on the dojo carelessly. A group of female disciples came from the opposite side. When they saw Mo Yan Hongyang, they couldn't help but avoid it.

Maybe it was a rumor or I heard it with my own ears, these disciples learned from the mouths of their senior sisters and brothers that as female disciples, they must never approach Mo Yan Hongyang. Moreover, this is also listed as an important precept in Kunlun Mountain by real people. Originally, the matter was not as serious as most disciples imagined. However, as long as it is a female disciple, once she encounters Mo Yan Hongyang, she will retreat and take the initiative to avoid it. It is they who distort and expand the original meaning of "not being close to women".

And Hongyang was also told by the master that he couldn't be with a woman casually. He couldn't understand why Master had set up this inexplicable precept in the entire Kunlun Mountain. Of course, he often finds real people to tell him about his inner turmoil and anxiety. In the end, the answer was the same: this is the level that must be passed through in order to be a monk. God, apart from the monks, which sect has such strange rules! Naturally, he couldn't figure it out. In the past, I could chat with female disciples and drink snow tea. But now, except for Xuanwu and White Tiger Chaxu, there is no one else to be found. Before that, Ouyang Yanshan would take the initiative to chat with him. And now, when she sees her, she also retreats, just like seeing a wolf. All female disciples are treated with special treatment. Either accosting a conversation from a distance, greeting a word or two and then leaving in a hurry, or taking the initiative to avoid it without looking back. He's still young, only sixteen years old! If it's still like this when it's time to start a family, it's better to die. For reasons like this, the Gang of Three is even more happy. They secretly gave Mo Yan Hongyang the nickname of "monk".

The gang of three, kneeling under the gazebo, leisurely drinking tea.

"His uncle's. Look at his cowardice. Tsk, I really don't understand. He's always dressed like that. It damages the image of our Kunlun Mountain disciples. ”

Ouyang Qingyun wiped the tip of his nose violently and looked at Long Qinyang and Long Xiaotian. He was instructive about Mo Yan's dress. As soon as he saw his beggar outfit, he wanted to go up and punch him twice.

Long Qinyang turned around and glanced at the red poplar coming from a distance: "Grandma's." Never take a bath. But every morning class, the senior brother always asked him to arrange him together. Mother, I feel like I've fallen into a pit, it stinks!"

When it comes to personal hygiene, this point really touched Long Xiaotian. Originally, in Long Xiaotian's eyes, Mo Yanhongyang's impression was neither good nor bad, it was okay. But after a few days of getting along, he finally couldn't hold it anymore: "It's not like us Kunlun disciples at all! Master has set up a rule in Kunlun that disciples must bathe and change their clothes every day." But he's special. The master set the rules, and they were invalid in him. I know it when I look at it. It must be the Master's partiality. Otherwise, the entire Kunlun Mountain will be a beggar's gang. Mine, and even more, guess what?"

"What's the matter?" Long Xiaotian and Ouyang Qingyun asked in unison.

Long Xiaotian wiped the tip of his nose and frowned: "Since this kid has put his socks under the pillow, look at it!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a snort, and the tea in Ouyang Qingyun's mouth sprayed all over the ground. With a snap, Ouyang Qingyun put down the tea and raised his head: "Mom!

When Long Qinyang heard this, he didn't continue to mix in, but closed his eyes, began to meditate on the spot, and left a fierce sentence among the three of them: "Hillbilly!"

At this moment, Mo Yan Hongyang happened to pass by. A hillbilly really touched his soul. He was stunned for a moment, immediately stopped, raised his head and turned to glance at Long Qinyang, who was meditating, and left a sentence of "turtle grandson" to leave.

"Stop!"

Ouyang Qingyun jumped up angrily, twisted his buttocks, and paced with a haughty pace. Like a real person, with his hands behind his back, his eyes looked into Mo Yanhongyang's eyes: "Who are you talking about? You've only been in Kunlun Mountain for a few days? ”

In fact, he is a few years younger than Mo Yan Hongyang. However, the mantra of "Lao Tzu" is loud and loud.

As soon as Long Xiaotian saw this posture, coupled with his understanding of Ouyang Qingyun, he expected that it would be a violent storm next. He immediately got up and wanted to stop him, but Long Qinyang sent him a sentence to sit down. He hesitated, then knelt down at the tea table and remained silent. An honest man who is too dutiful, and then obeys the dispatch of the careerist!

Mo Yan Hongyang raised his head and glanced at Ouyang Qingyun: "I didn't say you, you dodge!"

When Long Qinyang heard this, he opened his eyes suddenly, and the pupils of his eyes instantly turned blood red. With a snort, he jumped forward, jumped in front of Mo Yan Hongyang, and gritted his teeth: "Kneel!"

Ouyang Qingyun looked at it and found that Long Qinyang's eyeball pupils had turned blood-red, and he immediately said in surprise: "You..... You.... Your eyes!"

kneeling down with a sentence, Mo Yan Hongyang immediately recalled the scene when his biological mother was cut off by the Warcraft army. He raised his head, unhurried, and raised the corners of his mouth with disdain: "You say it again!"

When Long Qinyang heard this, his eyes widened, and he roared: "I said kneel!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a snort, and a pale red light wave was seen. Excited from Long Qinyang's body.

"What kind of kung fu is this? Why have I never seen my senior brother teach you? Ouyang Qingyun looked surprised.

Ouyang Qingyun never expected that the Long Qinyang skill in front of him was really good. Yes, he would never have thought of it. The exercises he performed were all taught by the people of the Tao of Non-Mindfulness. Naturally, he didn't know him.

And Long Xiaotian was almost dumbfounded. He was stunned for a moment, then turned and ran. Of course, every time there was such a fight, Long Xiaotian would be the first to rush into Senior Brother Xuanwu's house.

Ouyang Qingyun turned around and watched Long Xiaotian run away, so he spat on the ground fiercely: "Your uncle, you are as timid as a mouse, and you are as shrunken as a turtle." You shouldn't be called Long Xiaotian. Phew, it's best to call your grandson! I'm ashamed to be your own cousin!"

"How old are you, it's almost the same if you kneel down for me!" Mo Yan Hongyang disdained, not only did he not see fear on his face, but showed a bit of ease.

When Ouyang Qingyun heard this, the corners of his mouth raised into a smile, and that smile was a little schadenfreude and contempt. He thought to himself, "Now, you are dead." With my understanding of Long Qinyang, I will either die or be disabled!"

How old are you? This sentence has never appeared in Long Qinyang's dictionary. Mo Yan Hongyang is the first person. When Long Qinyang heard this, his pupils dilated instantly, and he raised his palm suddenly, and a black evil aura flowed in his arm: "Grandpa will abolish you today!"

With a bang, the palm wind blew Mo Yan Hongyang's hair. Mo Yan Hongyang stood in place solemnly, motionless. He originally thought that Long Qinyang in front of him would have a few tricks at most. However, what he never expected was that he immediately felt the true qi in Long Qinyang's body flowing. At this time, he finally reacted and was about to dodge. With a snap, the palm had already hit Mo Yan Hongyang's chest hard.

With a snort, Mo Yan Hongyang spurted blood from his mouth and fainted on the spot.

Ouyang Qingyun was stunned by the scene that happened in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, and finally came to his senses, looking at Mo Yan Hongyang, who had passed out in a coma with blood spitting blood on the ground, and stammered in his mouth: "Bad.... Bad.... Bad thing!"

After speaking, Ouyang Qingyun turned around and prepared to run. At this time, Senior Brother Xuanwu suddenly appeared in front of everyone. Ouyang Qingyun turned around and saw that he was going to die now, so he fainted with a snap.

Long Qinyang looked at it, his expression was not moving, and he said coldly: "Waste!"

Then, the blood-red in his eyes suddenly disappeared. He was stunned for a moment, and he was definitely a different person. Panicked, overwhelmed, unaware of what's going on, with a dazed expression.

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