"Brother Mu, Brother Mu......"

Lin Mu was standing on the stump, when he suddenly heard a familiar call behind him, and immediately put away his fist with a bitter face and looked behind him. I saw Feng Yan hiding behind the parapet wall of the martial arts arena, leaning out of the mantis head and looking around, beckoning to him in a ghostly manner.

"Sister Yan, why did you come?" Lin Mu sighed, looking at her a little helpless.

"I just went to the temple fair with my mother, oh, here you go!" Feng Yan took out two candies from her small purse, stuffed them into Lin Mu's hand with some reluctance, looked around in a ghostly manner, and asked softly, "That...... That guy isn't here, is he?"

Lin Mu looked at the two candies in his hand with a smile, and deliberately said with a straight face: "Senior brother is not here, I will help you ask for leave, and you will only thank me with two winter sugars?"

"That'...... Give you another one, and there won't be many people!" Feng Yan hesitated for a moment, and then took out a candy from his bulging purse and stuffed it to Lin Mu.

"Forget it, keep it for yourself!" Lin Mu was almost angry and handed the gummy back.

"Don't forget it, it's delicious!" The little girl took it back with a shy face and stuffed it back into her small bag again, making Lin Mu speechless for a while.

"What is so delicious!"

The two were talking in a whisper, and a hard word came from behind them, and they were suddenly frightened.

"Great, senior brother!" Lin Mu's face changed, and he looked back at Bai Ya, who had just walked in from outside the martial arts arena.

"An hour is full?" Bai Ya looked at him with his hands behind his back and an expressionless face.

"I didn't ...... No, it's still about a moment!" Lin Mu lowered his head and counted the time, and suddenly secretly complained that he had been killed by Feng Yan.

"Well, add an hour!" Bai Ya said lightly, suddenly thought about it, narrowed his eyes and said, "I haven't practiced for a long time, or I will be exempted from standing on the pile after practicing for a while?"

"No, no, junior brother still wants to stand for a while, it's a little soft recently!" Lin Mu's face turned pale and he hurriedly shook his hand.

Just kidding, he is not the ignorant and fearless Lin Mu he used to be. remembered that three months ago, when he had just worshiped Feng Yang as his teacher, he felt that he was too stupid and naïve, and he must have been bold enough to think about teasing Baiya.

"Is the temple fair fun?" Seeing Lin Mu obediently go to stand on the pile, Bai Ya turned around, tilted his head, and hung the corner of his eyes to aim at the little girl who was lightly holding her skirt and wanted to slip away.

Bai Ya's posture steals the master's lame three, and he has always thought that the third master's posture is very cool. Since he became the leader of the children's class three months ago, he has unconsciously learned, and the power of dealing with those little tricksters is really extraordinary.

"Good...... It's not fun, squad leader, I'm going to change my dress!"

Feng Yan was full of excitement, turned around, and showed a sweet smile on her little face. Although she is Feng Yang's daughter, she has not yet joined the division, so she can only be called the head of the White Cliff team.

"Don't get in the way, I'll change it after standing on the horse!" Bai Ya didn't let her go, his eyes fell on the small purse on the side of the little girl's waist, and spread his right hand, "Bring the purse, I'll keep it for you!"

"Oh!" Feng Yan cried and mourned, handed him the purse, stood in a row with Lin Mu, and practiced the horse steps.

"Yo, there's a lot of good food!"

Bai Ya opened the purse and looked at it, and immediately raised his eyebrows. He took out a candy, peeled off the outer packaging, and placed it squarely on top of the little girl's head.

"Don't fall to the ground, when the sugar is melted, when you finish your morning's homework!"

"Yes, Team Leader!" Feng Yan stared at her big watery eyes, looking like she was about to cry.

However, Bai Ya has seen this girl pretending to cry a lot, and she is already a little immune. As if he didn't see it, he turned around and walked towards the backyard.

"After practicing with Lu Yuan for a while, it seems that I am really a little hungry!" Bai Ya twisted his neck, ripped open Feng Yan's purse, grabbed a handful of pastries and threw them into his mouth, "Well, it tastes good!"

"Dead tiger, this is what my mother bought for me......" The little girl muttered in a low voice behind her, flattening her mouth, this would really make me want to cry.

"Let you be stingy, you damn girl, it's better to divide half of me just now, at least Senior Brother won't snatch mine away, and he can help you keep half of it!" Lin Mu held back his laughter and worked hard, and suddenly he didn't feel tired of standing on the pile.

Bai Ya ignored the battle between the two small celestials, went to the backyard and got a small bench, and sat in the distance to supervise. He was eating the pastries in his purse while thinking about his own business.

It has been three months since he worshipped Feng Yang as his teacher.

As the head of the children's class, at the beginning, there were more trivial things than he imagined, because those children were too naughty and mischievous, and it was no wonder that several civil and military leaders let him discipline them.

Originally, Bai Ya thought that children might not be unreasonable, and it should be no problem to communicate well, but soon found that talking to them well was not as powerful as his paralyzed face.

So, he had to turn into a child sadist, and once a naughty boy in the class disobeyed, he would tear off his pants and spank him hard. These children have no foundation in martial arts, and when they are pinched by his pair of tiger claws, they are immediately numb and obediently committed.

In this way, Bai Ya has a small fight a day, a big fight in three days, and within a week, these stinky boys, including Lin Mu, will be cleaned up properly. Whenever someone has a swollen butt that is a little more upright than the peripheral girls that Bai Ya had seen in his previous life, these boys will be honest for a few days.

It's just that they forget very quickly, keep it for a week at most, and then the next familiar cycle begins.

Now, after March, Bai Ya's slap is more effective than the words of several civil and martial arts leaders in the museum. Even Feng Yan was beaten by him a few times through his culottes, and he remembered this "iron-faced and ruthless" big team.

The children in the children's class now hate and fear him, because Bai Ya practiced tiger-shaped boxing and was a facial paralysis, so they privately nicknamed him "Paralyzed Tiger".

......

At this time, in the back hall of the martial arts hall, Feng Yang was talking with another old martial artist in the hall.

"Sect Leader Feng, you have thought clearly...... Although the old man also likes that kid in Baiya, I'm not his mentor, and if you want my housekeeping skills, you can only exchange that thing!"

This old martial artist is another head of the martial arts hall, surnamed Dong Mingming.

Dong Ming was originally a thief in the green forest of Zheng State, but later when he got older, he was tired and tired from wandering in the green forest, so he went to Shu to live in seclusion. In the end, he was recruited by the Zhenwu Dojo and became the head of the martial arts hall.

Dong Ming's housekeeping skills are a hard skill, which originates from the iron cloth shirt of Shaolin Temple.

Bodhidharma Patriarch traveled east to Shaolin, and left the true meaning of Zen Buddhism and seventy-two martial arts, and Tie Cloth Shirt Gong is one of them.

Compared with other Shaolin masters, the iron cloth shirt skill is a strong and hard skill, and the practice method is simple. After thousands of years of inheritance, it has slowly spread to the outside world, resulting in a variety of iron cloth shirt versions.

Dong Ming's iron cloth shirt inheritance is very complete, it was obtained from a traveling monk when he was a teenager. According to his own words, his method of strength is not much different from the Shaolin genuine iron cloth shirt.

It's just that this kind of hard skill is easy to practice and difficult to refine, and outsiders lack the Zen true meaning of Shaolin Temple and the supporting internal strength, so they can't practice the innate level.

"Teacher Dong, don't worry, I have already brought that thing!" Feng Yang smiled and took out an iron box from under the table.

He opened the tin box and saw a layer of brocade cloth inside, and a red-colored Ganoderma lucidum was placed on it!

"Sure enough, it's Lieyang Zhi!" Dong Ming's hands trembled a little, and he carefully took out the Lingzhi and came to his eyes to watch.

In his early years, he was besieged and killed by his enemies, and his iron cloth shirt was broken with the power of his cold palm. Although he escaped with his life in the end, his lungs were severely damaged, leaving him with hemoptysis. This injury is now incurable, but this Lieyang Zhi can alleviate a lot, at least let him live for ten more years, and it is worth exchanging his housekeeping skills.

"Teacher Dong, is it possible to pass on the iron cloth shirt to Baiya?" Feng Yang stroked his long hair, looked at Lie Yangzhi, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.

"Lieyangzhi doesn't change his daughter, is it worth it for you to do so much for that kid?" Dong Ming took a long breath, put Lieyangzhi back into the iron box, and said slowly.

"Teacher Dong, why do you want to ask knowingly!" Feng Yang shook his head and chuckled, "The martial artist is below the artistic conception, but in fact, the victory or defeat is in the millimeter. The White Cliff Tiger Fist has obtained the true essence, but it cannot guarantee victory in every game, and only a hard skill can make him leave the rest of the martial arts behind. ”

"It seems that you are already determined to win the position of the pavilion master!" Dong Ming narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.

"People fight for a breath, Buddha fights for a stick of incense! I create a white cliff, but also to fulfill myself!" Feng Yang sighed lightly, turned his head and said, "How can I be reluctant to give up a mere Lieyang Zhi!"

"Well, if you become the master of the Zhenwu Pavilion, you won't treat me and other old guys badly!" Dong Ming smiled and picked up the iron box, got up and said with a smile, "That kid from Baiya is indeed worth a lot of effort from the two of us, maybe when the old man is dying, he can still boast that he has created a congenital powerhouse!"

"How can you be so easy to enter, let's wait for that kid to pass the current level first!" Feng Yang laughed loudly.

Feng Yang and Dong Ming agreed, got up and walked outside. When the two of them arrived at the martial arts arena, they couldn't help but show a knowing smile on their faces when they saw the three people sitting and standing at two stations.

"Daddy, come and save me!" Seeing her father come out, Feng Yan had tears in her eyes and shouted for help.

It's just that the little girl's body still doesn't dare to move, for fear that the candy above her head will fall. She had also tried to use Feng Yang's name to avoid Bai Ya's punishment before. It's just that every time it's worse, it's even worse afterwards.

Therefore, now unless Feng Yang takes the initiative to intercede, he will not dare to use Feng Yang's name to escape the punishment of Baiya.

"Bai Ya, spare them once, you come with us!" Feng Yang beckoned to Bai Ya.

Bai Ya didn't let go of the two little ones as he said, but looked up at the sky, and said to Lin Mu and Feng Yan with a wooden face: "Stand in the middle of the sun, and there is no shadow under your feet, you can rest!"

"Hey, this kid is more majestic than us now!" Dong Mingwan'er stretched out his hand and smiled a little, "I just don't know who he has learned with his old-fashioned appearance?"

Bai Ya stretched out his hand to take the winter candy that had fallen from the top of Feng Yan's head, threw it into his mouth, and Shi Shiran followed the two sect heads.

"Hmph, dead tiger, when this girl learns martial arts in the future, she will definitely skin you and boil them into a pot of tiger bone soup!" Feng Yan muttered in a low voice, but still didn't dare to get up, so she could only pull her little face and lash at the shadow under her feet.