"Envy?"

Shi Ji asked another disciple with a smile.

The little girl in red grinned and said, "Envy!"

Shi Ji stretched out his hand and smoothed the little girl's waist-length hair and said: "Don't be envious, your starting point is much higher than his, your senior brother suffered a lot when he was a child, and he walked harder and more difficult than anyone else, fate has never favored him, and there are not many teachers who can help him." ”

The little girl's eyes gradually became more respectful when she looked at her senior brother, a person who never succumbed to fate, a strong man who never bowed his head no matter how harsh fate was, was her senior brother.

"Teacher, I think I'm different from others!" The little girl looked at Shi Ji very confidently, her eyes shining brightly, and her face was radiant.

Shi Ji smiled dumbly and said, "It's not different, it's very different, you are a celestial person, otherwise the teacher wouldn't accept you as a disciple, right?"

"Really?"

Shi Ji nodded: "Really." ”

Really, of course, it's true, but Ishiji reversed cause and effect.

The little girl was happy.

The sun is in the west, and the karmic fire on the bear is still burning, and there is really a lot of killing karma created in the past 3,000 years.

Footsteps sounded outside the courtyard wall, and Shen Gongbao walked back with a person, not Huang Feihu.

Shen Gongbao threw the unconscious person on the ground, tidied up his clothes, and said to Shi Jiji: "The disciple does not dishonor the teacher's life. ”

Shi Ji nodded and said, "Very good!"

"He's?" asked Shi Ji, pointing to the man on the ground.

Shen Gongbao said with an angry face: "Zhou Ji, one of the four generals of the Yellow Gate, is also Huang Feihu's sworn brother, this person has bad intentions, and his words are full of provocation and instigation, and he played his clumsy tricks in front of his disciples, and was severely cleaned up by the disciples before he was born, and the disciples were in a hurry to come back to the teacher to return to their lives, and they were afraid that this scourge would fan the flames again, so they knocked him out and brought him back." ”

Shi Ji affirmed: "You have done a good job, a small person like this who may affect the overall situation, you must not take it lightly, and you can't look at it as a small person." ”

Providence is often on these little people, but his apprentice's intuition is very accurate, and he directly arrests people back.

Shen Gongbao nodded excitedly, he felt that the teacher's words were too much to his liking.

"How is Huang Feihu?"

Shen Gongbao's expression was solemn, and he said: "The mood is very unstable, Fang Cun has been in chaos, even if there are disciples to explain, there are still great hidden dangers, and the teacher still needs to make a decision as soon as possible." ”

"I see, thank you. ”

"It is a disciple's honor to be able to share the worries of the teacher. ”

"Not bad, not bad!"

The golden-robed Taoist under the sycamore tree listened to it with sore teeth.

Shi Ji looked up at the sky, until night fell, the moon passed over the branches, she reached out and grabbed an opportunity, left the general's mansion and went to the Huang Mansion.

Providence will change because of this, her apprentice Shen Gongbao did the first year of junior high school, and she did fifteen as a teacher, and it was complete.

The candles in the Huangfu Mourning Hall wept silently, the two pitch-black coffins were particularly dazzling, the three children knelt on the side wearing linen and filial piety to burn paper, and Huang Feihu stroked the coffin with his hand and turned his back to the secret sadness.

"Flying Tiger!"

The eight-foot man's body trembled, he raised his head in disbelief, and instantly burst into tears: "Madam, is it you?"

"Mother!"

In an instant, all three children burst into tears.

The woman dressed in white burst into tears and whimpered.

The mourning hall burst into tears for a moment.

Outside the mourning hall, under the shadow of the moon, Tsing Yi is like the wind, and Tsing Yi raises wine to invite the bright moon, which is the most touching joy and sorrow in the world.