I have many teachers

Chapter 883 Extra Story [-]
Shaolin Temple.

"This one is too small to cultivate Yuangong, you are only at [-]% of the fire now."

"Practice for three hours a day, and you must have never done it well."

Still in a green shirt, Ying Wuye stood with his hands behind his back, staring indifferently at the little girl who was only at the height of his knees. The small silver bell of the bell flower will shake every time it moves, making a light tinkling sound.

His black hair was tied into double long hair, and a short dagger was hidden behind his waist.

A token of Ye Xuan's old sect master hangs from his waist.

Ying Wuye immediately pointed out her laziness during practice. The little girl lowered her head in embarrassment, stared at her toes, played with the hem of her clothes with both hands, and then secretly looked at the indifferent scholar. Fingers stirred the hem of the clothes, and the silver bells jingled.

In the end, he found that he couldn't be fooled, so he ran to the side of the scribe, stretched out his hand and dangled the hem of the scribe's clothes, and said coquettishly:
"Grandpa Ying loves Yue'er the most, so he's not willing to do that, right..."

Ying Wuye's eyes were indifferent, unmoved, and said coldly:
"Your parents are not willing to take care of you, so I will take care of you."

"You don't want to learn, I'm here to teach."

"How much difference was made in the practice in the past, I will make up for it here today."

The voice paused slightly, and the tone increased, saying:
"If you don't reach the fourth stage in your practice, don't leave."

The little girl was stunned, watching Ying Wuye with two big bags of tears in her eyes.

The scribe flicked his sleeves, turned around indifferently, sat on the bamboo chair, flipped through at random, and after reading two pages, he seemed to think of something again, and said indifferently: "I have been meditating and practicing Qi for three hours a day in Shaolin Temple. The basics of swordsmanship, one hour, six thousand sword strikes."

"what?"

Ying Wuye said lightly:

"Your father did more than these homework back then."

"Go to practice."

"Or do you want me to give you some homework?"

The scribe's eyes were full of chills and threats.

………………

The ancient Taoist came back from the Daoist sect to discuss the Dao with the new 19-year-old Supreme Master. He returned to the Shaolin Temple, but he did not find the little girl. Looking at Hong Luoyu hanging upside down on the tree, he said:
"Where did Yue'er go?"

Hong Luoyu turned over and sat up, with a few fallen leaves on her hair, thought for a while, and said:

"...It should be to find the surname Win."

"Nightless?"

"Well, he should be practicing now? After all, he is named Ying. That guy is very small-minded. After spending a lot of effort, he collected all the martial arts related to Taiyin and Shaoyin in the two worlds and three rivers and lakes. It took two years to compile the Taiwei Peiyuan Sutra."

"The little girl is so lazy, of course he won't like it."

"Back then, An Feng was beaten to death by him. I don't think the little girl can escape even if she has practiced like that."

The ancient Taoist sighed, said goodbye to Hong Luoyu, and walked to the main peak of Shaolin Temple.

Before it passed, I heard the scribe's indifferent voice sounding unhurriedly: "The key point of this sword is to control the power. Only when the whole body's strength is united can it be regarded as a complete sword."

"If you want to break through the Tianshan Sword Art, you have to use the simplest mountain-opening style."

"Respond to all changes with the same, so that you can solve it without breaking it..."

The ancient Taoist restrained his energy subconsciously, thinking in his heart that he was teaching his children to practice swordsmanship and splitting moves. He wondered if it was too early. He had already seen Ying Wuye standing with his hands behind his back on the top of the main peak, wearing a green shirt and a jade crown. The side face is indifferent and cold, holding a sword in his right hand, pointing at the edge of the sword, it is all the best swordsmanship in the world.

Sword energy and sword intent criss-cross.

Surrounded by the left arm, a little girl in a blue dress and a silver bell sits on the arm.

A layer of the strongest inner energy in the world enveloped the little girl.

Not to mention being injured by sword energy, it is difficult for wind, frost and dust to fall off.

After rehearsing the sword again and again, but never heard the sound, Ying Wuye raised his eyebrows, and turned his head in displeasure, only to see the little girl had fallen asleep at some point, with her forehead gently resting on his shoulder. What, fell asleep very deeply.

The sword in the scribe's hand slowly dissipated, and he fell silent for a while, with a flat voice, and said to himself:
"...Since you're tired, it's okay to take a break."

He stretched out his hand and gently smoothed the hair on the little girl's sideburns, then pinched the little girl's cheek, and saw the four-year-old child frowning in his dream, shaking his head slightly, making a low nasal sound, stretching out his left hand to grab Holding his finger, Ying Wuye slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, and immediately realized that his Qi was not right, and his movements froze slightly.

Turning his head slowly, he saw the smiling ancient Taoist.

After a long silence, the smile on Ying Wuye's face slowly disappeared, and then he passed the ancient Taoist with a blank expression, and said flatly: "...Today's practice, let's postpone it for now."

………………

Hong Luoyu watched from a distance, sighed, and said, "It really is."

"Did the one surnamed Ying spoil her too much?"

No one answered for a while, Hong Luoyu grunted again, pretending to be worried:
"However, I'm a little worried that Xiaoyue will grow up. If someone is interested in her and intends to propose marriage, who will be able to pass the surname win?"

"I'm afraid that as soon as I open my mouth, I will kill the sword without me."

The sound did not fall, and the air suddenly froze.

Wu Changqing faltered slightly in stroking his beard, raised his head, smiled gently, and said:

"Luo Yu, what did you say?"

Hong Luoyu felt that he had made a slip of the tongue, but he didn't want to admit his mistake immediately. He coughed twice, and said with a dry smile:

"Of course I said it unintentionally, but the old medicine pot, little Yue'er will grow up anyway, it is impossible to come to Shaolin Temple often, meet some bastards, be abducted, and get married one day..."

Hong Luoyu couldn't continue speaking, her cheeks twitched, and an unknown karmic fire burned in her stomach inexplicably.

He suddenly felt that when that bastard appeared, he would be very interested in knocking on his forehead a few times.

Hong Luoyu took a deep breath, suppressing that anger, but he still remembered arguing with Wu Changqing at this moment, how could he change his point of view like this?Looking at the monk who closed the curtain on the bluestone, he pretended to be relaxed and said:
"Great monk, tell me a few words, since you are a monk, you should not be like an old medicine pot."

On the bluestone, the sound of chanting was cut off. The monk opened his eyes, thought for a while, then nodded and said:
"If you don't plan to become a monk, then getting married one day is inevitable."

"The poor monk is here, and he doesn't want to interfere more."

A look of victory appeared on Hong Luoyu's face.

Yuanci's voice paused, and then said calmly:

"But as an elder, he naturally needs to be tested."

"As long as you can wrestle with the poor monk for a stick of incense without retreating, the poor monk will agree."

PS: There are only about seven or eight chapters in the extra episode, and the number of words will not be too many...

About once every two days, I have to write a new book.More everyday, and character endings.

Arrangement—wedding/Tan Yurou's travels in the rivers and lakes/completed some regrettable stories (Tuoba Baili, Weimingzong, Qianshansi)
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