The fifth thousand seven hundred and sixty-fourth chapter is a little ball of air
The young monk was carrying a big wild boar weighing two to three hundred kilograms on his shoulders, and four or five big hares were hung on vines around his neck. The boy staggered towards the gate, his head covered with sweat, and his face was covered with sweat.
Shouting breathlessly.
Behind this boy, Xiaohua and Xiaobai were sticking out their buttocks and pulling a big blue sheep with their mouths. They also appeared at the entrance of the courtyard. Little Qiuqiu was wagging his tail vigorously behind them, making a low growl in his mouth, forcing the front
The two leopards walked quickly, while Lingyu followed Qiuqiu with her hands empty and covering her mouth, smiling.
The little monk and Xiaohua Xiaobai saw everyone running towards him. He threw the wild boar on his shoulders to the ground with a sway, and then sat down on the ground. The boy raised his head, wiped the sweat from his bald head and gasped.
: "I'm exhausted."
Xiaohua and Xiaobai stuck their buttocks out and struggled to drag the two big blue sheep to the entrance of the courtyard. When they saw Chengru and the others running towards them, they quickly let go of the blue sheep in their mouths.
The two leopards turned their heads and glared fiercely at Little Qiuqiu, who was showing off his power behind him. When Little Qiuqiu saw the parents looking at him, he raised his two front paws and let out a low sound when he looked at them.
"Hoo, Xiaohua, Xiaobai didn't say a word, turned around and ran into the courtyard like a whirlwind."
Everyone laughed when they saw this scene, knowing that it must be the proud little ball who forced the little monk, Xiaohua, and Xiaobai, the parents, to hunt all over the mountains and plains, and then forced them to move the prey back.
Small courtyard.
The Feng Dao people in the courtyard laughed and quickly put down their things and ran over. The people in the living room also stood up and walked towards the courtyard with a smile.
At this time, Feng Dao and others had already run to the entrance of the courtyard. They bent down to pick up the prey and walked out of the courtyard with a smile. Several people followed and smiled at the door and gave a thumbs up to Little Ball. Those with injuries on their bodies
Bao Ya and Zhang Wa also hurriedly picked up two kitchen knives from the kitchen and limped out.
The three old men and Master Nianci saw these young men running outside the courtyard and knew that they were going to the stream in the mountains outside to collect the prey that the young monk and his companions had brought.
Master Nianci threw out a towel from the open window of the kitchen and shouted with a smile: "Lingyu, look at how tired your junior brother is, please let your senior brother Jingheng wipe away the sweat. Why did you leave him alone?"
To take so many things? You don’t even want to help him."
Lingyu raised her hand to take the flying towel. She stood at the door of the courtyard in a cute way, tilting her head and imitating the little monk's stuttering tone and replied: "Master, he said: No, don't let me take it. He, he is better than me."
I'm very energetic, so I can't let my junior sister get tired."
At this time, the little ball also jumped up from Lingyu's side. It jumped up on the shoulders of the little monk sitting in front, stretched out its little tongue and licked the sweat beads on the boy's head, and waggled its tail vigorously, looking very affectionate.
Lingyu's crisp words made the courtyard burst into laughter, and the little monk also grinned. He raised his hand and gently stroked the little ball.
Master Tianjue looked at this little boy and walked over with a smile. She took the towel from Lingyu's hand, looked at the tired and panting little monk kindly, and said kindly: "Amitabha. Jingheng, thank you for your hard work."
La, you’ve hunted so many prey, aren’t you afraid of Little Ball?”
When the little monk heard the teacher's kind voice, he quickly picked up the little ball on his shoulders and picked it up from the ground. Then he watched the teacher raise his right hand and put it to his chest. He bowed and replied: "
Master, Master, no, no, it’s not hard, there are so many of us, we also need to eat some meat!”
The boy then lowered his head again, looked at the little ball held in his left hand and said with a smile: "Hey, Qiuqiu is already a good friend with me. I'm not afraid of it anymore. It was also the one who forced me to fight with him just now.
Xiaohua, Xiaobai went hunting, it’s so powerful, both Xiaohua and Xiaobai are afraid of it.”
Master Tian Jue heard the boy's smile. She gently wiped the sweat off the little monk's head and face with a towel, then gently pulled down the boy's right hand that was raised in front of him. She said kindly: "My child
, this is your home too, you don’t need to be so polite when you see us." As she spoke, a cold breath flowed out of her hands and went straight to the meridians of the little monk's arms.
"Oh, it's so cold!" The little monk shivered violently, and then the boy shouted: "Hey, it feels so comfortable!"
As he screamed, the boy rolled his eyes, released his left hand holding Qiuqiu and pressed it on his Dantian. He closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and then raised his true energy to follow the cold feeling in his body.
The breath slowly circulates along his own meridians.
Seeing this boy's reaction, Master Tianjue turned her face and looked at the approaching Wan family elders and Professor Chang, with a look of joy on her face.
The old man from the Wan family looked at the master and nodded, then whispered to Professor Chang: "This boy's understanding is indeed very strong. His qualifications are on par with Lin'er's when he was a child and Xiaomiao now. He is a teachable boy!"
Professor Chang was overjoyed when he heard what the old man said. He turned around and glanced at Wan Lin and the others who were following him, and made an "ok" gesture with his right hand behind his back.
Wan Lin smiled when he saw Professor Chang's secret gesture to him. Xiaoya and Lingling next to him looked at Wan Lin in surprise. Xiaoya asked in a low voice: "Wan Lin, what does Professor Chang mean?"
Wan Lin told Master Changtian that he wanted his grandfather to teach martial arts to the young monk. After hearing this, Lingling smiled and said: "Hehe, I asked Master and grandfather why they want to hear about this young monk's glorious deeds. It turns out that it is
I want to understand the character of this little monk, so grandpa and Master Tianjue have agreed to accept this boy as their disciple?"
Wan Lin shook his head and replied in a low voice: "It's not clear yet. This kid Jingheng is very talented, has excellent qualifications, and has a good foundation in martial arts. He is indeed a rare martial arts talent. I think grandpa and Shi Tai will definitely
Teach him some martial arts."
He hesitated for a moment before saying in a low voice: "However, Jingheng is the most outstanding disciple of Lingyi Temple and the successor of Lingyi Temple's martial arts. Last night, I promised Master Changtian that Jingheng would not be allowed to switch to his sect.
, he will always be a disciple of Lingyi Temple. Therefore, grandpa and master should not accept him as a disciple."
Amidst Wan Lin's voice, Master Tianjue had already loosened her hold on the young monk's left hand. The young monk didn't say a word, then sat cross-legged on the ground. He clasped his hands together, lowered his head and quickly adjusted his breath.
The sweat on this kid's head and face also disappeared in the Taiyinhan breath of Tianjue Master just now, and his flushed face has returned to normal.