Brother is really tough

Chapter 17 This is the difference!
Seemingly realizing the imprudence in his words, Bai Yiduo coughed lightly, avoiding the seriousness and said lightly: "Anyway, you are not allowed to go into grandma's room, I can spend the night in the outhouse, you go to my room to rest."

After hearing this, Lin Yushi's complexion looked better.
Looking around, Xiu frowned and asked, "How are you resting here?"

"I'm fine, just set up a bench and go to sleep."

After speaking, the two of them began to clean up the dishes on the table. Granny Si watched calmly, with a hint of interest on her wrinkled old face.

"I heard that monks don't need to sleep and rest. A retreat lasts for several years without eating, drinking, sleeping or sleeping, and they can live forever."

Bai Yiduo suddenly got a little excited, he now has the conditions to become a strong player, as long as he awakens more black and white chess pieces and obtains inheritance, all of this will not be far away.

Lin Yushi just smiled and nodded, and said: "It's a pity, you are destined not to be that kind of person in this life!"

"Who told you..." Bai Yiduo swallowed the words.

Tell her that she has obtained the inheritance of Tianzun, can she believe it?Can she believe it?

Not to mention Lin Yushi, even Bai Yiduo herself is hard to accept!
Seeing that Bai Yiduo hesitated to speak, Lin Yushi stopped her movements understandingly, and bit her thin lips lightly with her white teeth.

"Bai Yiduo, you won't feel sad because of this, will you?"

"It's very sad!...But you're wrong, you don't have to have extraordinary roots to cultivate an immortal, and I, Bai Yiduo, will create miracles!"

"Really?" Lin Yushi smiled.

"I will become the north bank of the Miluo River... No, I will become the strongest immortal cultivator in the entire Rongcheng world." Bai Yiduo raised her chin and said with great ambition.

Lin Yushi only thought that he was dreaming, and smiled without saying a word.

a quiet night,
When the morning sun shone into the room through the broken window, Bai Yiduo sat up sleepily, rubbed her eyelids, and stretched her arms.

"Oh, my back hurts from sleeping!"

Moaning, I saw Lin Yushi was busy holding her stomach, and there were white porridge and burnt noodles on the table.

"You're awake!"

Lin Yushi set the tableware like a little daughter-in-law, and brought Bai Yiduo's Taoist robe, stretched it out, and put it on for him.

"I've made breakfast and it's ready to eat."

After finishing speaking, she glanced at the room with the bead curtains tightly closed, and pursed her lips and asked, "Should I call Granny Si?"

Bai Yiduo lost her mind, and quickly waved her hands: "No, no, grandma doesn't go out during the day."

"Why?" Lin Yushi frowned and asked.

"Don't ask so many questions, just don't bother her."

As he spoke, he rubbed his sore shoulders. As expected, sleeping on the bench was very uncomfortable. When he read Lin Yushi again, he couldn't help complaining.

"Aren't you going home today?"

Lin Yushi exaggerated her expression, leaned on the table and rested her chin: "There are lights and festoons everywhere in the family to arrange our marriage, I really can't stay any longer."

Looking down at the swollen belly, he frowned: "Can you really refine the Xilin Pill today?"

"Don't worry, it will be fine." Bai Yiduo nodded heavily,
Looking at the burnt bread on the table again, he lost his appetite, so he simply picked up the basket and went out.

"I'm going to buy medicinal materials now, you wait for me in the house."

"By the way, you must never enter grandma's room."

After explaining everything, Bai Yiduo went out in a hurry. The morning light was endless and a hundred flowers were blooming, and Lingyuanzong was shrouded in silence and peace.

Bai Yiduo walked out with a bamboo basket on his back, and first went to the Jiawu Hall to clean his face. After all, he is a disciple of the inner courtyard, belongs to the establishment, and has courses in Taoism.

However, because Bai Yiduo has no talent for cultivation, the elder teacher of the martial arts hall doesn't care about him, and even ignores him, so he is more comfortable.

In a spacious martial arts arena, hundreds of monks gathered, under the morning light, all in white Taoist robes, majestic and majestic.

The martial arts field is in the shape of a Chinese character back, and the disciples of the three halls are arranged neatly. In the center is a raised platform, on which there are coaches from the inner court and elders of the sect sitting in separate seats.

There are three Xuanling stone tablets on the periphery of the martial arts field. Bai Yiduo, who was carrying a bamboo basket, walked to one of the stone tablets as if no one was there. His spiritual sense swept over him, and the Xuanling stone tablet recorded his martial arts cultivation.

"Bai Yiduo, a rank one spiritual master, spiritual root: none, spiritual realm: low level,"

The mysterious spirit stele can record the disciple's cultivation base strength, but it cannot detect the spiritual energy in the spirit pool.

Some people couldn't help laughing when they saw the parameters displayed on the Xuanling stele in Zhengjia Hall.

"How can there be such a scumbag disciple in the inner courtyard? Which martial arts hall is this from?"

"Are you blind? Zhengjiatang's Xuanling stele, of course, engraves Zhengjiatang disciples."

Hearing such comments, Bai Yiduo ignored them, gathered the pannier on her shoulders, turned around and left.

But the hundreds of Zhengjiatang disciples in the queue blushed and looked at Bai Yiduo with displeasure.

"Bai Yiduo, since Bai Hao sent you to Jiawu Hall, have you listened to the Tao well one day? There is nothing wrong with a mediocre person, but the most hopeless thing is to lose the Taoism!"

The person who spoke was a beautiful fairy, Li Sumei, the head teacher of Jiawu Hall.

There are three martial arts halls in the inner courtyard of Lingyuanzong, Zhengjia, Zhengyi and Zhengbing.

The cultivation atmosphere in the three martial arts halls is quite loose, which may be due to the systemization. The cultivators are negligent in their cultivation, and only a few people have the fighting spirit for Ascension Immortal Realm.

Bai Yiduo is just out of this few people!
Bai Yiduo paused, turned her head casually, and said, "Changjiao, my aptitude is mediocre, and cultivation is a waste of the sect's resources! That's what you said."

Perhaps no one is willing to be mediocre. Every disciple who enters the inner court has imagined that one day he will set foot in the fairyland.

However, the inner courtyard, a place with a tendency to be profitable, has a serious bias in resources,

They focus on cultivating disciples with cultivation talents;
For the disciples with mediocre qualifications, they are laissez-faire and rejected, and even ridiculed and ridiculed in a disguised form.

This kind of injustice naturally contributed to the stratification among some monks. Those with good talents became more confident and positive, while those with poor talents lost their inferiority complex.

Li Sumei's pretty face was slightly gloomy, and she didn't bother to ask, she waved her Taoist robe: "Where should you go, get out, I don't have a disciple like you in Jiawutang."

"Changjiao, kick me out of the martial arts hall, you don't seem to have the qualifications, do you?"

Although Bai Yiduo's qualifications are mediocre, he has an elder brother who is exceptionally talented.

Elder brother Bai Hao is a direct disciple of the head of the sect, and he is close to the water. Bai Yiduo entered the inner courtyard and even entered the Jiawu hall, but they were all handpicked by the head of the sect.

So even though Bai Yiduo is not welcome here, no one can really do anything to him.

After speaking, Bai Yiduo walked out of the martial field without looking back.

A female disciple couldn't bear it anymore, she jumped out of the team and pulled out her sword: "Changjiao, Bai Yiduo is too arrogant, as a disciple of my Jiawu Hall, she is so arrogant and disappears, it's really embarrassing for us."

Some people echoed and were furious, wishing they could chase after him and kill him.

Li Sumei's pretty face darkened slightly, the more she looked at this young man, the worse she became.

But soon, her pale complexion gradually eased, because in the direction Bai Yiduo left, a handsome young man walked towards her.

The young man is pure and white, holding a long sword, and his white robe is flamboyant in the morning glow.

"It's Senior Brother Ouyang!"

The female disciple who was still furious just now blushed in an instant, and turned into a pure girl in seconds, with Shen Mo pinching the corner of her clothes and lowering her face shyly.

But the young man walked straight to the Xuanling Stone Stele without looking aside, his aloof eyes seemed to be unable to tolerate everything in the world.

Sweeping through his consciousness, the Xuanling Stone Tablet engraved his cultivation parameters:

"Ouyang Jie, the sixth-grade qi training, spiritual vein: wood system, spiritual realm: high-level."

...that's the difference!

(End of this chapter)