Chapter 810

After brief eye contact.

The little monk lowered his head indifferently and looked away.

What kind of experience can make a 15-year-old child have such eyes?

Yilin looked at the other party's bald head and suddenly understood something and kept silent.

And aside.

Master withered leaf held Wang Xiaohu's hand tightly for a long time. After being rejected by Wang Xiaohu again, he looked very sorry.

"Pity, pity, pity!"

The old monk looked up at the sky and sighed, looking like he was born without love.

Wang Xiaohu is even worse now.

This is the grace of a meal!

Without that meal, Wang Xiaohu would starve to death.

But he can't be a monk just to repay his kindness?

He is the Wang family's single biography.

I'm going to be a monk. Isn't the Wang family a queen?

No, No.

If Mom and dad knew, they had to run out of qingniu village and smoke themselves to death?

Wang Xiaohu thought of this, pulled his hand out and comforted: "master, in fact, even if Xiaohu is not a monk, he can enter Dali temple."

"Oh? How?"

As soon as Zen master withered leaf listens, is there a compromise? So he became interested.

Wang Xiaohu just said casually that he didn't know what compromise was. He saw that the withered leaf Zen temple didn't seem to give up its plan to draw him to the Buddha, so he looked at Yilin for help.

Yilin thought this scene was very interesting, so he inserted a sentence: "how about being a floor sweeper, working for wages and not worshiping the Buddha?"

Zen master withered leaf: "

Wang Xiaohu: "

"Speaking of it," Jiannanchun stepped forward and looked straight at Yilin: "who are you?"

When Jiannanchun asked this question and Yilin didn't have time to answer.

Sister Bingshan's indifferent face rarely fluctuated. The corners of her mouth rose slightly and said softly, "he's a half hanging monk. Elder martial brother, do you really know or don't know?"

"Friar?" Jiannanchun heard that his face changed and his eyes coagulated. Yilin felt something sweeping over him in an instant. Yilin resisted the impulse to punch Jiannanchun again, lowered his head and didn't speak as if he didn't know.

A moment later.

Jian nanchun's calm and gentle manner, which he had been deliberately maintaining, finally became a little nervous and looked a little ugly: "how could it be? I was attacked in sanpinxuan some time ago..."

"Elder martial brother was attacked?"

Younger martial sister Bingshan frowned. The implication was that I didn't hear you talk about it.

Jian nanchun knew that he accidentally slipped his tongue, but he soon explained: "elder martial brother means that when I was waiting for my younger martial sister at the sanpinxuan... Tea tasting table that day, I had a meeting with the two young children, but at that time I clearly explored them with spiritual knowledge. There was no breath that half a monk should have."

"So, what about now?" Younger martial sister asked again.

Jian nanchun had no face to look at his younger martial sister. He shook his legs and muttered to himself: "how is it possible? Now there is a faint smell on this son. He is the beginning of Qi practice. In just a few days..."

Younger martial sister nodded. It seems that it's not that elder martial brother is wrong, but that there is something wrong with him. She once again stared at Yilin and Wang Xiaohu with a kind of looking eyes. Wang Xiaohu may not feel much, but Yilin felt very uncomfortable.

In the past, only he stared at others with such eyes, and no one dared to stare at him with such eyes.

But Yilin has a good state of mind. It's no big deal to be bitten by a dog. After a little thought, Yilin took the ancient family books out of his arms and still said to Jiannanchun, "ancestral secrets, take time to see these days. Somehow, it's just like practicing."

Jiannanchun picked up the tattered ancient books of the Lin family and fell into his hands. Younger martial sister Bingshan seems to be very interested in the origin of Yilin and gets closer to Jiannanchun. Jian nanchun smelled the fragrance of flowers floating from the younger martial sister beside him. The whole person felt a little floating.

But he didn't dare to show it on his face. So Jiannanchun, with a straight face, began to look through the ancient books handed over by Yilin.

At first, Jian nanchun didn't care, but he turned over and found something wrong.

This so-called "ancestral secret script" is short of words, obscure and nonsense. If he hadn't been an inner monk of Tianjian gate, he might not have understood the ancient texts on the door.

Is it true that anyone can practice breath with this book?

impossible!

Jiannanchun shook his head, subconsciously feeling impossible.

Anyone who has a little brain will not find an incomplete ancient book to practice.

That's death.

After reading it for a long time, Jiannanchun didn't see any mystery. He just thought it was a ragged book.

Finally, Jiannanchun youyou said, "you really dare to practice."

"Sure enough, his breath was chaotic and didn't seem to be from the orthodox Xuanmen, so I didn't take it to heart."

Younger martial sister Bingshan nodded as if she understood something.

"Well, it's because of fate. Those who have fate get it."

When Jiannanchun said this, his expression was calm and delicious. The kiss was somehow sour.

Jian nanchun readily returned the ancient books of Lin family to Yi Lin. in his opinion, if the ancient books are complete and good, they have reference significance, but the incomplete secret books are worthless. He ignored Yi Lin, turned to the little monk hiding next to the old monk and smiled: "our ancestors have a little relationship with your parents. Jian nanchun, a disciple of the sword generation of Tianjian gate, escorts you to the coast of the East China Sea and to Xianshan on the order of the school."

Hearing this, the little monk bowed his head and did not look at the crowd, but shook his head. He was silent all the time and finally said a complete sentence: "Ben... I won't go."

Yilin was slightly stunned.

Before, he just suspected that when the little monk spoke in his crisp voice, Yilin confirmed it directly.

This monk is the long Princess of Daqing today!

Who would have thought that a princess, the head of the Daqing Dynasty, would shave off her hair, pretend to be a monk, hide in a group of monks and go all the way south?

Big hidden in baldness!

Yilin secretly praised the person who came up with this way of hiding.

But the problem came. How could it be exposed if it was so well hidden?

Yilin smiled and didn't break it.

Jiannanchun's refusal to the long princess is difficult to understand.

It's a good thing that you can't break your knees to enter the Tianjian gate. If Tianjian gate was so easy to enter, why did he have to beg for ten days and ten nights on the coast of the East China Sea?

Younger martial sister Bingshan didn't talk much. Seeing that the eldest princess refused and didn't bother to explain, she directly stretched out a finger and clicked on the eldest princess. Suddenly, the eldest princess was stiff and couldn't move. When the sword box of senior sister Bingshan was opened, a long sword with terrible cold air floated into the air. Senior sister Bingshan alone carried the long Princess and fell on the long sword.

The whole set of movements is done at one go, natural and unrestrained.

"It's not suitable to stay here for a long time."

The younger martial sister iceberg said that the cold light in the night sky turned into a streamer and disappeared in the northern sky.

Jiannanchun saw that his younger martial sister left without saying a word. At that moment, he also offered a flying sword. His magic weapon was the oil umbrella. When the oil umbrella shook, its shape changed into an ancient sword. He hurriedly stepped on the flying sword and was ready to chase his younger martial sister.

Yilin looked at Jiannanchun to run, and he was a little unhappy.

I really let you run away. Didn't I hammer you for nothing?

So Yilin pulled Jiannanchun, who was just about to take off, took him by the sleeve and said with a smile, "take me."

Jian nanchun frowned. He was concerned about the whereabouts of his younger martial sister for fear of being lost. Younger martial sister's flying sword "cold frost", but it's one of the best flying swords in Tianjian gate. He's going to be late. Maybe he can't catch up. So Jiannanchun was ready to shake open the naughty child and said coldly, "don't be naughty. If you want to enter the Tianjian gate, you'll see each other on the coast of the East China Sea two years later."

Wang Xiaohu looked silly.

He had never seen such a tangled Ringo.

Yilin's eyes turned and Jian nanchun probably flew away without saying anything. His mind turned and he came directly: "do you want to sleep with your younger martial sister?"

"Ah?"

Jian nanchun suddenly bent his straight back and nearly fell off the flying sword.

After holding back for a while, Jiannanchun's whole face was half black and half pink. He stepped on the flying sword with one foot and landed on the ground with one foot. It's neither walking nor not walking. Finally, Jian nanchun, who had been holding for a long time, finally trembled and pointed to Yi Lin's hateful smiling face and whispered, "you, you, you... Ignorant child, how can you pollute people's innocence out of thin air?"