Chapter 10: Climbing under the crotch?

The dazzling sunlight came in through the gaps in the hut, and the room was shining brightly.

The jade pendant was still held in his hand, flowing with a gentle luster, and it became more crystal clear when I looked closely.

But just such a jade pendant with ordinary appearance, who can think of it as a space on its own.

And also possess martial arts.

Lin Fei carefully put the jade on, punched a set of Taizu Changquan in the open space outside the small hut, and moved his waist.

After all, the soul has stayed in the space for four or five days, and if this body is inactive, it is afraid that it will become moldy.

After punching, Lin Fei returned to the hut and sat cross-legged on his wooden bed.

With a movement of his mind, the flying needle of the divine consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness slammed out of the body.

Lin Fei was overjoyed, the martial arts cultivated in Yupei's mysterious space with his soul staying in the mysterious space could be used in the real world outside.

Controlling the flying needle of the divine consciousness to revolve rapidly around his body for a few times, he collected the others into the sea of ​​consciousness.

The first level of the Flying Needle of Divine Consciousness can be considered as a real practice.

What is left is the experience of how to use it specifically when facing the enemy in the future.

"Brother Fei, are you hungry? I'll bring you something to eat."

Ruohao's voice suddenly sounded, Meng Shan pushed the door and walked in, interrupting Lin Fei's thoughts, and placing a few big steamed buns on the table.

Although Lin Fei felt energetic, she could still feel that her stomach was already empty, and grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Brother Fei, you are not a fool anymore, and you can't be so dirty on your body. How beautiful you used to be, with a charming little white face, now dirty like a beggar."

It is rare for Meng Shan to be so careful and remind Lin Feidao.

"What little white face, that's handsome."

Lin Fei was speechless, looking at himself up and down, unkempt, clothes stained with dust and dirt, it was indeed very dirty.

"Well, I will go to the Qingxin Lake behind the mountain to wash it once, and wash away all the bad luck in the past three years."

"Well, our two brothers haven't been there for a long time to take a shower."

Like Lin Fei, Meng Shan is now a disciple of the Huayang School.

The status of the disciples under the Huayang School is divided from low to high into clerical disciples, outer disciples, inner disciples, and core disciples.

The lowest-ranked disciples are the clerical disciples, who are responsible for the chores in the school.

There are two main sources of miscellaneous disciples. One is to join the Huayang Sect, but those who fail to meet the standards of outside disciples after passing the assessment can voluntarily stay as a miscellaneous disciple. Most miscellaneous disciples Belongs to this category.

Miscellaneous disciples are selected every four years, and they can be promoted to outer disciples through the assessment items set by the martial arts.

Another source of miscellaneous disciples is that after more than ten years of practice, some outside disciples consciously have no hope of increasing their level in cultivation.

You can apply to be a small supervisor among the clerical disciples, and this category accounts for a minority.

The miscellaneous disciple who retired from the outer disciple will directly become the little supervisor of the miscellaneous disciple.

Taking advantage of the management of hundreds or even hundreds of miscellaneous disciples, as well as the arrangement and purchase of grain, oil, firewood, rice, meat, vegetables, tea, etc., they can make a fortune.

Anyway, their cultivation base is low and their potential is poor. Even in the competitive world outside, they are not so easy to mix.

It would be better to stay in the Huayang School, be a little supervisor in peace and live comfortably.

Every clerical student must complete the corresponding chores every day before he can practice his own practice.

The Qingxin Lake that Lin Fei and Mengshan are going to is located at the foot of Huayang Mountain.

The lake water is turquoise and clear, and the water surface is moist and calm, like a piece of turquoise jade embedded in a mountain col.

The lake is so cool, soaking in it, the coolness permeates the whole body, making people feel comfortable.

Lin Fei used to like to take a bath there.

After eating several bites of the food Mengshan had brought, Lin Fei took Mengshan and walked towards the back mountain.

"Oh, isn't that a fool, he is not dead yet. Tsk tsk."

A ridiculous voice sounded, speaking of a short and fat boy.

Lin Fei and Meng Shan were not far from the hut, and they met three clerical disciples head-on.

"Yeah, my life is really big. I was beaten to death like this by Deng Yuan, but I didn't die yet."

"Hey, this **** is not dead, we Huayang faction don't know how much rice is wasted to raise him, I really don't understand what the high-level deacons think, raise an idiot for nothing, bah."

"What are you worried about? You don't need to pay for it. But this fool has offended Deng Yuan. He is dead. Deng Yuan is out shopping now. When he comes back to find out that the fool is not dead, he will definitely not let it go. his."

"Yes, there will be another good show soon."

Lin Fei's ears came into Lin Fei's ears, and Lin Fei suddenly stopped, staring coldly at the three clerical disciples.

The cold and disgusting eyes made the three of them stunned, and they all felt that Lin Fei in front of them was a little different from before.

"Fool, what do you think, don't you want to live?"

One of the disciples dressed in white shouted to Lin Fei. His name was Li Biaocai, from a wealthy family in a small town near the Huayang Mountains.

Two years ago, he joined the Huayang School to study art. Since he failed the selection and assessment of the outer disciples, he stayed as a miscellaneous disciple and prepared to participate in the election of outer disciples again.

Thanks to the support of sufficient resources at home, soon after becoming a miscellaneous disciple, he broke through to the third level of Qi Condensation.

In addition, there are several powerful family-renowned martial arts in the cultivation, and the promotion and selection of outer disciples once every four years is determined to win.

He is rich and strong, so he can eat well among the clerical disciples, and many clerical disciples surround him.

"Brother Cai, do you want to play with this [biquge www.sbiquge.info] fool."

It was the short and fat disciple who spoke first, who looked at Lin Fei ill-intentionally and suggested to Li Biao.

In recent years, Lin Fei has become the object of pleasure for these clerical disciples.

I like to bully Lin Fei if I have anything to do. Anyway, a fool who doesn't bully Bai and doesn't bully.

"Brother Fei, leave them alone, let's go."

Meng Shan pulled Lin Fei's sleeve.

Li Biao was on the third floor of the condensed air, and the other two disciples were all on the second floor of the condensed air.

On the side of Mengshan, Mengshan is the first layer of the condensing air.

In the past three years, Lin Fei's disciples at the first level of Qi Condensation could bully him casually, and once they started, they would definitely suffer.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Meng Shan couldn't wait to pull Lin Fei and wanted to leave.

When Li Biao saw this, he winked at the other two people, who formed a circle with a wicked smile.

Surrounded by Lin Fei and Meng Shan, it seemed that they would not give up.

Lin Xin couldn't help sighing slightly. He was the first one of the outer disciples before, and when many outer disciples dared to say nothing in front of him.

Not to mention that the miscellaneous disciple, when he saw himself, he didn't even dare to look straight at it a few more times.

Unexpectedly, because he glanced at the other party, he was stopped looking for something.

It seems that in this world, strength is everything.

The strong, high above, worshipped by thousands of people, and without strength, in the eyes of others, are really like ants.

Thinking of this, Lin Fei couldn't help but sharpen his eyes, let everything speak with strength.

It's vain to say anything. If you don't give them some color, the harassment will continue.

"Li Biaocai, what did Brother Fei offend you."

Seeing this, Meng Shan quickly stood in front of Lin Fei.

"Bah, Meng Shan, a foolish idiot, what's your name, brother, is your mother's brain too silly?"

Shouted another clerical student with a taller stature.

"That's right, do you think this fool is still the first outside disciple before, don't dream it. Meng Shan, you call our young master Li Biao as the eldest brother, and you will be mixed with Cai brother in the future, and you will be delicious. Always mingling with that fool, there is a fart."

The short fat disciple continued.

Li Biao listened triumphantly to what the two said, like a spring breeze, like drinking alcohol, very useful.

Staring at Meng Shan and Lin Fei indefinitely.

Lin Fei didn't say a word, staring at the three indifferently, with an attitude of dismissiveness at all.

Such a small role, to be honest, Lin Fei really didn't pay attention to it, just watched their performance with cold eyes.

Finally, Lin Fei's calm and dismissive attitude completely angered Li Biaocai.

What Lin Fei showed this time was not at all the panic and fearful expression he had imagined in the past.

He didn't even think about why Lin Fei was so sane today, not stupid at all.

The anger surged almost instantly, and Li Biao was almost furious with anger.

"Fool, come here, crawl over under the crotch, and call grandpa three more times."

Li Biao showed his anger.

"Good idea, brother."

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