Morning.

Starry-studded.

In the bedroom of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the light is like the size of a soybean, bright and dim.

Ning Zhong sat on the bed sideways, bent his long legs, and his slender jade hand pinched the corner of the stockings and slowly retreated.

White jade is like a pillar.

Round and flawless.

It's a shame not to pedal a tricycle with these legs.

Li Bubai didn't dare to look more, walked out of the door with panda eyes, and asked the sky speechlessly.

Who can sleep on this?

He stared at the rooftops all night.

The stockings are in front of me, but they can't be touched, it's really tormenting.

After a while, Ning Zhong changed his clothes.

Dressed in white, with long hair fluttering.

Armed with a sharp sword and white boots on his feet.

I don't know why this foot doesn't stink when I wear boots every day?

Is it because of martial arts?

Li Bubai thought about it in his heart, his heart was chaotic, where was he still thinking about practicing martial arts. I only felt that my head was full of legs, one moment of black silk, one moment of white silk, and he was shaking his blood and blood flowing backwards, and his eyes were red.

After coping with the morning class, Li Bubai Ningzhong took hands and came to the front yard.

Feng Qingyang just got up, and opened the door refreshed.

I practiced all night last night, and my internal strength made progress again.

Feng Qingyang is very satisfied with his strength now, although he is older, his internal strength is getting more and more profound. If you go out of the mountain, you will definitely shock the entire rivers and lakes.

"Uncle Shi is good."

Li Bubai and Ning Zhong said hello.

Feng Qingyang's mood was suddenly not beautiful, his face drooped, and he snorted coldly angrily: "You guys are okay too." ”

Ning Zhong held his sword and kept his mouth shut.

Li Bubai touched his nose and touched it with a hippie smile: "Uncle Shi, did you sleep well last night?" ”

"Okay, it's better to sleep comfortably in the house." Feng Qingyang's face softened: "You kid, you have a lot of ghost thoughts, and it has caused Xiao Yueyue's skin to bloom, beware that Xiao Yueyue hates you." ”

"Senior brother is generous, he will definitely not hold a grudge. Uncle Shi, let's go have breakfast. ”

The three of them came to the restaurant.

The mother-in-law who was cooking had already made preparations, and when she saw the three of them coming, she immediately went down.

"Tell the old man, what does Huashan look like today?"

Feng Qingyang glanced at Li Bubai and Ning Zhongze suspiciously, and said to Ning Zhongze: "Little Ningning, why did you become the leader?" ”

Li Bubai said: "Senior uncle, senior sister is a woman, and being the head of the house can eliminate the hostility of outsiders." Senior sister's martial arts are good, and it is also suitable to be the head. ”

"Don't talk about the head of the house, you can hold Huashan, which proves that you have the ability. Then let me ask you, what kind of door are these reading and singing operas in Huashan? ”

The wind cleared and his face darkened.

is a good Huashan, how did it become a singing opera?

Li Bubai smiled when he heard this, knowing that the wind would definitely ask when he went down the mountain. Therefore, he had already calculated in his heart, and he was not in a hurry, and slowly opened his mouth to explain.

"You kid, have you really developed so many martial arts? If so, it will be a blessing to the world. Xiao Baibai, your ambitions, the old man can't control it. However, Huashan only has three disciples, isn't it too thin? ”

"Uncle Shi is not in a hurry, the disciple can accept it at any time, but he can't collect it indiscriminately. The disciple has long said that I Huashan wants to reform, and the purpose of this reform is to inherit it. The disciples taught martial arts to the people in order to improve their physique. If the descendants have good qualifications, the entry is a registered disciple, and the registered disciple learns art in Huashan, and has a love of incense with Huashan. But when you learn art, you can also go home and start a business, this entrepreneurship ......

Subsequently, if you want to further develop and meet the requirements of Huashan, it is the outer door. The outer door is a disciple of Huashan, learning profound martial arts, and Huashan is prosperous, of course, you can also go home to start a business......

If you want to go further, those who practice martial arts persistently, and those who leave Huashan not far away, can be described as inner disciples...... The inner disciples learn the inner transmission of the exercises, and enter the wall of the Huashan Gate...... Of course, you can also go home and start a business......

Further up, it is the true biography. Learn the true martial arts of Huashan, be born as a Huashan person, and die as a Huashan ghost. Huashan is destroyed, and the true legend is dead. ”

Feng Qingyang was silent, but his heart was trembling.

Good boy, can Huashan withstand such a big situation as you?

Not to mention anything else, just that named disciple, I don't know how many people dream of it.

Feng Qingyang's eyes are complicated, although he doesn't know if this thing can be done.

However, Li Bubai's idea is refreshing. If Huashan really has so many disciples, then who dares to underestimate it? No wonder, this kid dared to say that he ignored the order of the Wuyue Alliance, it turned out that he had confidence.

Feng Qingyang was silent for a moment, and then said, "Since you have an idea, what are you going to do with letting the old man go down the mountain?" ”

"What Uncle Shi said, the disciples don't know that Uncle Shi is on the mountain."

Feng Qingyang sneered, and he didn't bother to expose this kid's posture of pretending to be stupid. He stared straight at Li Bubai, his eyes sneering. Li Bubai was embarrassed, but his face did not change color. No matter what you think, as long as you don't say it, Young Master Ben won't calculate you.

Taking a deep breath, Li Bubai explained: "Uncle Feng, the three of Huashan, although the martial arts are okay. In the end, there is a lack of fame. If Zuo Lengchan uses the Wuyue token to do things, although the kid can refuse, he will also have follow-up troubles. Uncle Shi went down the mountain, one is the heritage of Huashan, the predecessor of the rivers and lakes. The second is to cultivate talents and be the general director of Huashan School. ”

"What is a chief?"

"That's it...... The boss of the school. Uncle Fengshi, now that you are going down the mountain, I don't have to be taboo in Huashan. In March, the class college will be called the class school. As long as you enroll, you can learn martial arts, literature, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, depending on your personal choice......"

From then on, the disciple did not go up the mountain. Entering the outer gate, the outer gate college is established at the foot of the mountain.

Enter the inner gate, and the inner gate college is established on the mountainside.

If you enter the true biography, you can go to the sword qi to rush to the sky, and we will teach it personally. ”

Feng Qingyang's eyes were puzzled: "As you said, this true disciple, I don't know when it will be born, and the three of you have nothing to do?" ”

Li Bubai blinked his eyes: "We...... I'm also very busy practicing martial arts......"

The wind is clear: "......"

Fuck you.

Let the old man go down the mountain just to help you do things?

So that you guys are lazy?

His face was dark.

Look up to the sky and sigh.

The door is not filial.

When?

If it weren't for the fact that there were few people in Huashan, the old man, he would definitely have slashed you bastard with a sword.

Feng Qingyang was silent, afraid to open his mouth and scold. He silently picked up a bowl of porridge and drank it in silence.

Li Bubai is weak-hearted, and he also feels that he is not authentic. He rubbed his hands, looked at Feng Qingyang's face carefully, and said in a tangled manner: "The disciple's comprehension is still good, it's better to ...... Uncle Feng, you handed over the Dugu Nine Sword, the disciple helped you revise it, and you also found something for the disciple to do? ”

Click.

The wind is clear and his heart is broken.

Not only let the old man do things, but also be a part-time worker.

I also remember the old man's exercises.

Unfilial, really unfilial.

I, Huashan, will be invincible by you kid sooner or later.

With such a cheeky skin, who can count you in the future?

Well done.

The old man is optimistic about you.

Feng Qingyang's face was as black as a pot, and he didn't want to show an expression of optimism about this kid, lest he be even more reckless. Reaching into his arms, he slapped out a cheatbook with his big hand, and said angrily: "Take it!" ”