He hurriedly turned around, a pair of black eyes were empty and round, and he glared at the other party fiercely, but saw that the other party was looking at him with a pair of clear eyes, and the corners of his mouth were raised, looking a little arrogant and cute. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I thought you were just bluffing, but I didn't expect you to be a big hit, it's really an eye-opener, tsk. Yu Qingqiu's face showed a smile, but his voice was full of sarcasm.

Zhuo Yifan still had that unhappy face, but thinking that anyone who talks with his temper is often the most stupid person, and then said with a smile: "What do you know? This makes people have to bow their heads under the eaves, and the eldest husband has to move from time to time." ”

"Haha, I didn't see you standing under the eaves, but I saw you lying on the ground, haha!" Yu Qingqiu sneered again.

Zhuo Yifan's whole person seemed to be in a raging fire, and even his internal organs seemed to be burning, although he was gritting his teeth and forbearance, his face was still a little moved.

"What, you want to get angry and hit someone!" Yu Qingqiu glared at him with a pretty face, but he didn't feel the slightest fear of his move.

"Why don't you do it, isn't it too far for you to reach!" she said and took two more steps forward to show that she was not afraid of him.

Although Zhuo Yifan is surging in the dark, he has not lost his mind, he still knows the sissy in front of him, his martial arts are as powerful as a thorn, or the kind of sharp and hard stinger.

Zhuo Yifan's face changed then, and he smiled: "I still have to chop wood! I'm too lazy to bother with people like you." With that, he turned and walked out.

Yu Qingqiu was dumbfounded, this was completely different from the scene she imagined in her mind, she didn't react for a while, she still had a puzzled expression, looking at Zhuo Yifan in the distance.

"Alas, what a timid man, not as good as a man like me. Yu Qingqiu looked at Zhuo Yifan's back, looked up and sighed.

"Senior sister, when did you become a man?" said senior sister Yi'er stepped forward and said with a low smile.

Yu Qingqiu's face was stunned, and he feigned anger and said, "Lin Qingyi, you dare to laugh at me." After saying that, he prepared to fight at her.

Seeing this, Lin Qingyi showed a childlike smile, jumped and hid back, and the laughter of the two continued......

Zhuo Yifan, who went out, shook his head and sighed, and said helplessly: "Hey, it's really good people who are bullied by others, and horses who are good at being ridden by others, in the final analysis, they are all troubled by not knowing martial arts!" sighed, followed by a wry smile, "Alas, when will I become a real martial arts master." No, he's still a cold-blooded and ruthless killer!"

There is often a gap between ideals and reality, and for Zhuo Yifan, this matter is not just a little gap, but he himself does not understand. At this time, Zhuo Yifan only felt a bitterness in his heart, and the feeling of being under the fence made him doubly disappointed.

He walked slowly towards the courtyard, and although he was in a very disappointed mood, he still had to complete the task given to him by the obsessive monk - chopping wood.

Bodhi Temple, at the corner of the partial house.

"Hey......"

"Crackling......"

With a low sound, followed by a crisp sound, this is Zhuo Yifan chopping wood in the courtyard.

At this time, Zhuo Yifan's face was covered with sweat, his chest was constantly fluctuating, and he had chopped firewood for nearly an hour, but there was only a small pile of sporadic ones. Although it is not much, it is already very good for a young farmer who has never suffered hardship.

"Bastard, stinky and hard rotten stones, let Lao Tzu do such tiring work, this is not to let Lao Tzu live!" Zhuo Yifan scolded in a low voice while hanging his head and splitting logs.

"Zhuo Yifan, what are you muttering?" At this moment, the idiot monk suddenly stood behind him and asked him in a stiff tone.

When Zhuo Yifan heard this, he was immediately shocked, his eyes were tightly closed, and then he straightened his waist and smiled on his back: "It's nothing? I just said that this firewood is as hard as a stone." ”

The idiot monk turned his head and looked at the firewood chopped by Zhuo Yifan, then shook his head, and said with a surprised face: "Hey, Zhuo Yifan, this is the firewood you chopped?"

Seeing this, Zhuo Yifan thought that the idiot monk was going to praise him, so he hurriedly smiled at him and said, "Yes, I split this." How about it, it's not bad, I've been chopping wood professionally for 20 years, and I'm good at chopping wood!"

"I'll drop the sky! This is also called chopping wood, why don't you take a knife, just shave the skin!" said the idiot monk.

Zhuo Yifan didn't understand what he meant, and said with a suspicious expression: "Second Senior Brother, what do you mean by this?"

"What do you mean? Are you stupid or stupid? Can you put such a big split in the stove?" said the idiot monk sharply.

Zhuo Yifan clenched his fists, feeling teased by the other party, he had worked hard to chop firewood for so long, he didn't hear a word of encouragement, and in turn he was scolded by the stinking of splitting his head and covering his face, he felt very angry.

Seeing him clenching his fists, the idiot monk glared at him and said, "What's the matter?"

Zhuo Yifan knew that fighting with the idiot monk now was tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg, so he exhaled deeply, slowly released his fist, lowered his waist, put a log, and planned to continue chopping wood.

Seeing this, the idiot monk smiled with disdain on his face, "I thought you had become backbone!"

As he spoke, he kicked the firewood chopped by Zhuo Yifan with his white monk shoes, and said coldly: "You split these again, and you have to chop them more slender!"

Zhuo Yifan didn't speak, didn't look up at him, and still continued to chop his own firewood.

"Did you hear what I said?" exclaimed the idiot monk.

Zhuo Yifan closed his eyes, as if a fire had ignited in his heart, and it was a very prosperous anger, which was not inferior to the samadhi true fire burning in the gossip furnace of Taishang Laojun.

And he is the monkey, who is fighting to the death against the raging fire.

After a moment of self-adjustment, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at him with a pair of bright dark eyes, as if he had changed again.

"I see, I'll split it again in a minute. He replied slowly.

"That's pretty much it. The idiot monk left a word, and then looked up and swaggered away.

Only Zhuo Yifan was left standing alone in the courtyard, alone, with an axe, and a pile of firewood waiting for him to chop. No, it's waiting for him to chop into slender firewood.

In the meditation hall of Bodhi Temple, the little monk Huya finished his meditation class and walked out from the hall while tidying up the monk's clothes.

When he was about to cross the threshold, the second junior brother was foolish on the other side, and the little monk Huya hurriedly smiled and asked, "Second junior brother, have you seen Brother Yifan?"

When the idiot monk heard this, his face was slightly stunned, but he quickly changed back to his original complexion, pretended not to know, and asked, "Senior brother, who are you talking about?"

"Brother Yifan, it's the one who just came. The little monk looked serious and said again.

"Oh, it's that soft bone! I haven't seen him since the meditation class. The idiot monk said indifferently. (To be continued.) )