Chapter 1115

"I'm here to practice. The two old men show up once a few days and teach only what I already know. It's a waste of time here."

Little dissatisfied with the mouth, these days stay in the mendiange is really boring.

"Don't complain, the new disciples start from the bottom. Otherwise, how can they teach you bone culture and treasure skills? Unless you have enough talent to frighten people to death, you can get attention."

A 14-year-old boy.

"All right."

Xiao Bu nodded. He has been looking at the field of medicine for several days. When will it be his turn to water it?

Xiaobu Dian has visited Yang Yu several times to discuss how to pick those miraculous herbs. However, after several discussions, he found that the chance was slim. Unless Yang Yu was allowed to enter the field of miraculous herbs and collect them in the system storage space.

They are looking forward to entering the elixir field every day, but they are not on the round once.

Finally, Yang Yu couldn't wait any longer. One got up, folded his hands and stepped out of the area where the 3000 disciples lived. His eyes were closed and he was dressed in a white robe. His temperament was ethereal. He was like an eminent monk.

Through the gate guarded by a disciple, Yang Yu enters the talent camp and looks at young girls who are 14-5 years old. Yang Yu's Dharma number is constant and his eyes are shining at the female disciples.

Both men and women in the wilderness developed very early. They had grown up at the age of 15 or 16. They were plump, just like the graceful female god of war in Zhulu academy, who was only 16 years old.

In the talent camp, every girl is the elite of the big family. Each girl is white and clean, and she is really good. Wearing a long dress in plain clothes is a good scenic spot.

"Little monk, where are your eyes looking? How can a little monk look at the color of Mimi?"

When a female disciple finished practicing bone writing, she was angry when she saw Yang Yu's appearance.

"This benefactor, I'm reasonable. I'm here today to see my elder martial sisters as beautiful as fairies. When I practice bone writing, I'm attracted by them, so I stop to enjoy them."

Yang Yu put his hands together and said very politely.

"You are a monk. You can't watch a fairy dance even if it's beautiful. It's against the rules."

The girl's mouth was smiling and giggling.

"The fairies are really beautiful. I'm willing to break the precepts once." Yang Yu slightly bowed his head and said earnestly.

"How can you talk sweeter than honey? Are you a flower monk?"

Another girl said curiously.

"I just enjoy the beautiful scenery, not anything else."

Yang Yu curled his mouth and said, this group of chicks are clearly happy. Why are they still entangled here.

"Little monk, hurry up, or we'll ask your master to beat you and say you broke the lust ring!"

A girl opened her mouth with a smile.

"Yes, yes, right. Leave quickly..."

A few lively young girls spoke and thought it was very funny.

"Amitabha, I'm gone."

Yang Yu was speechless. He gave a legal name and turned away.

"Cluck, what an interesting little monk..."

The girls looked at Yang Yu's back, smiling constantly.

"The women outside are really hard to serve. They have already boasted that they are happy, and they even drive me away. I just want to have a look..."

Yang Yu wandered about, complaining, "it's better to be tigress."

Yang Yu did not go back to the place where the 3000 disciples lived. Instead, he wandered in the BuTian pavilion to find places where he might gain something. However, he did not meet any chance except some disciples and elders.

However, on a road, I saw a group of young girls with outstanding temperament at the party from a distance. Several of them were so beautiful that Yang Yu could see more.

For a few days, Yang Yu has been wandering in the Butian Pavilion, looking around, visiting places one by one. When he meets people, he gives a legal name, and after a talk, he wanders on.

In five or six days, Yang Yu visited every place except a few places where he was strictly guarded. Everyone in Butian Pavilion knew that there was a little monk who had nothing to do.

Yang Yu has become famous in the sky mending Pavilion these days, which makes everyone remember himself.

Although it is not because of Yang Yu's strength, at least he is remembered like this. Yang Yu is also a figure with a head and a face in the Butian Pavilion.

Every day, Yang Yu and Xiaobu Dian don't meet. They are afraid that they will be found out by mendiange and those who have a heart, and then they will be arrested and spanked.

Until a few days later, little bit suddenly quieted down. Every day he was safe and quiet, which surprised Yang Yu.

For several days in succession, he was honest and honest, and his book was divided into different parts. He never went out after night. He only sat on the roof to soak in the essence of the sky and refine the starlight. When he was sleepy, he went to sleep.

The sixth night, little bit of a sudden cold hair explosion stand, Teng sat up, the moment cried: "ghost ah!"

The gray haired old man did not know when he had already arrived. Standing in front of his bed, his empty eyes were staring at him, his head was dripping with black blood, and the ancient sword was murderous.In the dead of the night, such a call spread far away, the nearby disciples were disturbed, a group of people woke up and quickly sat up.

Sleeping fluffy ball is naturally frightened by this voice, and his whole body fur explodes. He jumps up from the small pillow in confusion.

"Bang!"

It hit the old man's head, grabbed the gray hair, and looked at the empty eyes. It screamed. It became hairy and climbed on top of his head. Then he fell on his shoulder. Finally, he rolled his eyes and nearly fainted.

With the chilly air in his whole body, he jumped up, grabbed the tail of the ball, carried it over and smashed the window and rushed out.

There was a lot of noise here, which caused a lot of people, and many houses were lit with lights:

"what's the matter? Who's barking? What's going on

"Who on earth is it? Why does it disturb others' rest in the middle of the night?"

A lot of people rushed out looking for the sound source.

"Over here, everybody. I'll introduce you to a new friend."

Little bit yelled, strong self composure, want to give everyone a "surprise".

The gray haired old man, like a ghost, was silent, had come to him and looked at him like that.

If it's really a ghost, three thousand young people get together and have a strong Yang. Can't they scare you away?

This is a little bit of mind, of course, also in line with the difficulties, there are strange "Uncle" together "to" meet "the mind.

"Well, what are you shouting about?"

A group of teenagers rushed in and looked at him strangely, turning a blind eye to the grey haired old man.

Small not a bit silly eye, way: "your courage is so big, not afraid at all?"

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