Seeing the scene in front of him, the little monk sighed faintly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He really didn't expect that Shangguan Yu, who looked more feminine than a woman, would use this trick to deal with Brother Yifan. If this didn't happen in front of his eyes, he wouldn't have believed it.

The little monk put down the pickaxe in his hand, quickly ran to Zhuo Yifan's side, bent down and asked, "Brother Yifan, are you okay?"

"Bang Dang ......"

With a muffled sound, Zhuo Yifan, who was squatting on the ground, tilted his body and sat on the ground.

He turned his head, and the bitter gourd on his face was all revealed, and then shook his head and said helplessly: "Huya, why am I so miserable! Alas, I live too poorly, I am bullied every day, I can't love life, life is better than death!"

When the little monk heard this, seeing his face and hearing his sad and sentimental words, he was also greatly affected by it, his eyes were a little moist, and he couldn't help but tilt his head aside.

In Huya's opinion, what Zhuo Yifan said was indeed true, he was bullied by Yu Qingqiu at first, then he was bullied by idiots, and now he is bullied by Shangguan Yu. And listening to him, when he is alone in the rivers and lakes, being bullied is even more commonplace.

Therefore, Huya is very sympathetic to Zhuo Yifan's experience.

Zhuo Yifan showed a sad expression, and then peeked at the tiger tooth from the corner of his eye, and saw that the little monk was really touched, and he looked empathetic. Zhuo Yifan knew that his current hard-working expression was very good and could win sympathy, so he couldn't help but smile in his heart.

He then thought in his heart that if Senior Brother Huya secretly taught him a trick and a half, he would probably no longer be afraid of the stinky boy who built the bathhouse. With these thoughts, Zhuo Yifan deliberately shouted two more pains, and the screams were terrifying.

"Brother Yifan, don't be too sad, I don't think Senior Brother Shangguan did it on purpose, just forgive him. Huya still persuaded Zhuo Yifan with compassion.

"Huya, it's okay if you want me to forgive him. However, you have to promise me one condition. Zhuo Yifan approached the little monk and said in a low voice.

When the little monk heard this, he couldn't help but look at him a little nervously. Because he and Zhuo Yifan once squatted in prison together, they still know something about him. Therefore, when I heard that he was going to agree to a condition by himself, I couldn't help but be a little nervous.

The little monk pouted helplessly, then looked at Zhuo Yifan, and said with an unnatural smile: "Brother Yifan, can I help you?"

When Zhuo Yifan heard the tone of the little monk, he felt that the idea just now was very promising to come true. So he put his hand on Huya's shoulder and smiled, "Of course you can help, if you can't help, I won't look for you!"

The little monk paused slightly, raised his head, and said softly: "As long as I can help, I will definitely help, you can say it." ”

After Zhuo Yifan listened, his face suddenly became eyebrows and danced, "I want you to help ...... That is, can you teach me a one-and-a-half-trick? I can use it to defend myself so that I don't get bullied every day. ”

"Ahh

When the little monk heard his words, his pupils suddenly widened, and he looked at Zhuo Yifan in surprise.

"What do you mean? Senior Brother Huya, don't you want to help with this expression!"

The little monk was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a while, and said: "Brother Yifan, it's not that I don't want to help you, teaching you martial arts requires the consent of the master, it's not up to me to decide." If Master finds out, then we will be miserable. ”

Zhuo Yifan looked at the little monk suspiciously, and was stunned for an instant. At this time, the little monk also looked at himself with some embarrassment, as if he had a thousand words, but he couldn't say a word.

"Senior Brother Huya," Zhuo Yifan shouted and patted his injured leg, "Look, I've been bullied like this, you can't die without help, we are brothers who share weal and weal." ”

"However, if this is not with the master's permission, I don't dare to teach you privately!" the little monk retracted his gaze and said slowly.

Zhuo Yifan frowned, he rubbed his palm against his injured leg, was silent for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "Senior Brother Huya, you can teach me two tricks in private." Not much, just two tricks to defend yourself. We can not let others see it, and besides, Master will definitely accept me as an apprentice in the future, so you will not hide from Master. ”

The little monk paused, he stared at Zhuo Yifan, and Zhuo Yifan was also staring at him. It can be seen that Zhuo Yifan's fair face is full of some pleas and grievances at this time.

And what Zhuo Yifan said seems to be reasonable. In Huya's opinion, the master handed over the matter of melting the Zen staff to Zhuo Yifan, who had not officially become a disciple, so it would not be long before he would be accepted as an apprentice.

"Do you really want to learn?" said the little monk after a moment of silence.

Zhuo Yifan nodded vigorously, "Senior Brother Huya, you must teach me, and I will study hard." ”

The little monk looked at him with a somewhat complicated expression, and after a while, he let out a long breath, and his expression was a little embarrassed: "Okay, I'll teach you two tricks." Anyway, you will also become a disciple of Bodhi Temple in the future, so it is not considered to pass on your martial arts to unrelated people. ”

"Really? You can't lie to me. ”

Zhuo Yifan was so excited that his body couldn't help but tremble a little, and he muttered a word in disbelief. Judging from his expression, he seemed to see a future self who knew martial arts and was superior in martial arts.

The little monk nodded slightly, and a bright smile appeared on his immature face: "Brother Yifan, you will definitely do it." ”

"Mm-hmm, I'll do it. Zhuo Yifan raised his head, smiled and smiled, and looked at the little monk very gratefully.

"Haha......" Then the laughter of the two people rang out in the backyard.

The next morning, before dawn, Zhuo Yifan had already woken up.

Because of his excitement, he was very excited.

He got up slowly and looked around, because there was no light coming in, and it was still dark all around, but he could already faintly hear the rooster crowing, and he judged that it was almost dawn.

He quickly put on his clothes, slowly got out of the bed, and walked towards the Huya monk's room.

Because Huya lived in the east courtyard, which was only separated from the west courtyard by a wall, it didn't take long for him to come to the door of Huya's house.

Zhuo Yifan gently pushed open the door and crept in.

Walking to the couch, by the faint light of the lantern swaying under the eaves, he pushed the sleeping little monk next to him, and shouted softly: "Tiger teeth, tiger teeth." ”

Huya, who was asleep, felt that someone was pushing him, suddenly opened his eyes, and his flat body suddenly became smart.

"Smack!" flew up and kicked out, right on Zhuo Yifan's stomach.

"Oops......"

Zhuo Yifan groaned and lay on his back on the ground. (To be continued.) )