In Wanjia's spacious mountain courtyard, the three old men looked at the boy who suddenly ran in, and they all laughed. Master Nianci, who was cleaning up in the kitchen, also walked out of the kitchen and looked at the boy with affection.
Lingyu heard the boy's stammering cry. Two shallow dimples were exposed on his delicate and fair face. She replied in a clear voice: "Who are you? Whoever asked you to come in kowtowed.
, I didn’t ask you to kowtow to me. You kowtow to me yourself, why do you depend on me?”
In the silent mountain, Lingyu's voice was like a string of pearls, as clear and sweet as falling onto a disk. The young monk stared at Lingyu's delicate and refined face, stunned for a moment, and his face suddenly turned red.
He looked at the clear eyes of the girl in front of him, nodded his bald head vigorously and stuttered in reply: "Yes, yes... yes, I... I kowtowed without seeing clearly, I...
I didn't blame you, yes yes...I was wrong, you...don't blame me."
When Lingyu heard the boy's answer, she gently stroked Xiaobai's soft fur with her slender fingers. She looked at the little monk with her two clear eyes and said calmly: "I don't blame you. My name is Lingyu.
Who are you? How did my grandfather become your grandfather?"
Amidst the conversation between the young monk and Lingyu, the three old men couldn't help laughing "haha". When the young monk heard the girl's question, he touched his bald head and replied with some embarrassment: "Lingyu"
...Jade, hello. You...ask me...who am I? I...my name is Jingheng. Now I...I am very busy. I will...also...with you in a while.
I can't tell you clearly, I'll... I'll tell you in detail later."
He then blushed again and said incoherently: "I...I'm telling you, I...except for my senior sisters, I don't know how...to talk to female donors. I...I came to see me
Brother Wan’s grandfather, his grandfather is... I... my grandfather, he... I don’t know whether he is your grandfather or not."
"I...I tell you, he is not only Brother Wan's grandfather, he is...my grandfather. My grandfathers, Senior Brother Cheng, Senior Brother Feng, and Senior Sister Xiaoya, are also...all my grandfathers."
.I won't... stop talking to you. I'll kowtow to... my... grandpa first, and then we... will talk."
This kid has been living in the Lingyi Temple. He has rarely seen girls since he was a child, and he has never seen an otherworldly little girl like Lingyu. Now he is talking to this fairy-like girl at such a close distance.
He was indeed a little panicked.
After the young monk finished speaking, he looked at the white-haired old man from the Wan family who was standing in front of him and smiled. He lay on the ground and kowtowed three times. The old man from the Wan family looked at this little boy intently. He didn't say anything.
Stop this kid from lying on the ground.
He already understood from the weapons this kid was equipped with and his conversation with Lingyu that this kid must be a little special soldier brought back by Wan Lin, and he had extremely rare martial arts foundation.
The young monk lay on the ground and slapped his head respectfully to the old man Wanjia three times. Then he raised his head and looked at the old man and said with a smile: "Hey hey hey, you... you are the master... master, grandpa,
I...I am Jingheng, I...I come...to honor you...you old man is here."
As the boy said this, he looked at Master Tian Jue who was standing next to the old man from the Wan family and was stunned: "Hey, old... teacher? Grandpa, there is... there is also a master here. I... I
Also pay homage to Master Tianjue!" The boy muttered, and then he lay down on the ground again, kowtowing to Master Tianjue again.
Master Tian Jue looked at this dumbfounded bald boy and smiled. She smiled from one side of her body and said: "Amitabha, you don't dare to be, you don't dare to be!" As she said that, she raised her right hand slightly, and a cold breath went straight to the man lying on the ground.
The young monk swelled under him.
"Oh, it's so cold!" The little monk who was about to lie down on the ground exclaimed. He pushed his knees hard against the ground and backed away lightly.
The boy stretched out his legs and stood on the ground. He stared at his two bright round eyes and looked at the teacher in front of him in astonishment. He stammered: "Yes, yes, this junior is rude. You should be treated as such."
...meet the teacher with the Buddhist bow."
He then clasped his hands together, bowed and saluted: "Ah... Amitabha, junior Jing... Jingheng bow... pays homage to Master Tai, senior, Master... Master has such profound cold skills, so... Mrs. is amazing!"
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As he spoke, he looked at his grandfather and bowed and said: "Grandpa...Grandpa, you...the power of your air-splitting palm just now was...too...too deep. It was...so...
sharp!"
"Hahahaha..." The old man of the Wan family and Master Tianjue heard the boy's compliments, and they both laughed. Master Tianjue said with a smile: "Amitabha, this boy is so smart that he actually knows Han Gong and
The palm power of splitting the air." The old man from the Wan family also smiled and praised: "This boy has great light skills, and his internal strength is also good!"
He then turned to look at Professor Chang who was standing behind him and asked with a smile: "Hahaha, Old Chang, where did such a geezer come from? He can stutter and speak well."
Master Tianjue also took a look at the boy who was fully armed. She then stared at his bald head and said with some surprise: "Amitabha, this boy is not only good at internal and light skills, but he is also a member of my Buddhist sect. He is so popular."
A little monk."
Professor Chang saw the fond look on the two old men, so he pulled Lingyu, who was covering her mouth and snickering, and walked to the two old men. He looked at the little monk and smiled and said: "Little monk, you can see it in your eyes."
It’s grandpa and master. I’m such a big person, but you guys didn’t see me?”
The little monk stared at Professor Chang, and he exclaimed in surprise: "It turns out...it's...Grandpa Chang, Commander-in-Chief. Why...are you...also here?"
He then clasped his hands together to bow and salute, but then he remembered Professor Chang's identity as the commander-in-chief of the operation, and he quickly shouted: "No... no, you should... salute!" The boy quickly lowered his hands and followed his feet.
Moving closer together, he raised his hand and saluted Professor Chang.
Several people in the courtyard saw the young monk hurriedly hurriedly, and they all laughed again. Professor Chang walked up to the boy with a smile, raised his hand and pulled down the boy's right hand that was raised to his forehead.
He touched the boy's bald head and said, "You brat, I'm no longer the commander-in-chief, so there's no need to salute. You should just call me Grandpa Chang. Why are you stuttering more and more?"
The young monk glanced at Lingyu who had already held Master Tianjue's arm with some embarrassment, and then replied: "Grandpa Chang, it's my first time...to pay homage to grandpa, and there are...there are...