Just as Wan Lin rushed out towards the side hillside, several wind sounds of "swish, swish, swish" sounded in the pavilion, and several children who had been sitting quietly in the cross-legged suddenly jumped up and landed on the hillside like meteors.
The seven children, like the Big Dipper in the Milky Way, suddenly landed on the lawn of the hillside where Wan Lin was standing just now, and happened to surround the hillside where Wan Lin was standing just in the center.
At this time, a wooden knife more than half a meter long appeared in their hands. The wooden knife carried the sound of the wind and went straight to the hillside where Wan Lin was standing just now.
The seven seemingly harmless wooden knives actually revealed a murderous aura. The sword light had already covered the hillside where Wan Lin was just now. Although there were only a few wooden knives, the murderous aura emitted from the wooden knives was very fierce!
With a knife slashing through the air, the masks on the faces of several children had fallen off. The bright eyes on their little faces looked warily at the empty formation. They then looked at Wan Lin who was already standing outside the formation, with a hint of astonishment in their eyes.
He looked like he didn't understand why the big brother, who should have been surrounded by the formation, was standing outside the formation.
The girl with a pigtail that towered up to the sky looked at Wan Lin blankly and asked: "Brother, how did you escape from the formation? No one has ever escaped from our formation, how did you do it?
Arrived? It’s so weird!”
Another girl next to her with pigtails on her head also muttered in surprise: "Yes, it's impossible! We all followed the teacher's instructions, that's right."
Wan Lin stood quietly on the hillside outside the formation, with a look of astonishment on his face. From the movements of the seven children leaping out of the pavilion and the wind of swords waving, he had already judged that all seven children were practicing
With their inner strength and mental skills, they are all rare martial arts talents.
Moreover, he saw a familiar figure among the fast-moving figures of the seven children. He knew that it must be his younger brother Wan Miao. The figure that sprang out like lightning carried a strong Wan family spirit.
The breath of inner strength.
As soon as the two little girls finished speaking, a shout of surprise sounded from the formation: "Brother!" Amidst the shouts, a boy about twelve or thirteen years old standing in the formation had already jumped out and rushed towards Wan Lin.
Rush forward.
Wan Lin smiled when he saw the rushing child. He stretched out his hands to hug the rushing child: "Xiao Miao, I finally see you, you have grown taller again."
With that said, he pulled Xiao Miao to his side and patted Xiao Miao's shoulder affectionately. He then clasped his fists with both hands and said loudly to the old man Yin Zhi who was already standing in the formation on the hillside: "Junior Wan Lin has met Senior Zhuge.
I just saw some younger brothers and sisters practicing with their eyes closed, so I didn’t dare to disturb them and pay homage to them. I hope seniors can forgive me.”
When the gloomy-faced old man heard Wan Lin's polite voice, a rare smile appeared on his face. He nodded and said, "You should be a disciple of the Wan family. That's good." He then looked at Wan carefully.
Lin, with a surprised look on his face, did not notice the young man's cultivation level. He then asked with some surprise: "Do you know the formation?"
Wan Lin bowed and replied: "Junior, I know a little bit. My grandfather taught me some when I was young, but I am not very proficient." As soon as he finished speaking, Wan Miao beside him raised his little head and said proudly: "Teacher,
This is my eldest brother. He has followed my grandfather since he was a child. He is also a special forces soldier and a colonel. He is very powerful."
"Xiao Miao, don't talk nonsense." When Wan Lin heard his brother praising him, he quickly stopped him with a smile. He then looked at Old Man Zhuge and said: "Senior, don't listen to my brother's nonsense, I am just an ordinary soldier."
As soon as Wan Lin finished speaking, the young monk ran to Wan Lin like a gust of wind. He grabbed Wan Miao's arm and shouted in surprise: "You... you are my junior brother, right? I... I am your junior brother, I...
…My name is Jingheng, and I brought a gift for….”
He then patted his pockets again, and said with a somewhat embarrassed look: "This... I went out on a mission this time, and I didn't... bring anything with me." Before he finished speaking, a burst of laughter rang out from the hillside next to him.
Wan Miao was stunned when he heard the young monk's stammering voice. He then looked towards Wan Lin. Wan Lin said with a smile: "Xiao Miao, he is right. He is Grandpa's new disciple. You should
Call him Senior Brother."
When Wan Miao heard Wan Lin's explanation, he quickly looked at the little monk beside him, clasped his fists and bowed and shouted: "Hello, little master brother." "Good, good, good." The young monk replied excitedly, and he then said with a smile: "
Hehe, I...I have become a senior brother too."
Amidst the stammering voice of the little monk, there was already laughter all around. Several children standing on the hillside were already laughing. Even Mr. Zhuge, who had a gloomy face, had a smile on his face.
The little monk heard the laughter coming from the side hillside. He stared at his round eyes and shouted: "Amitabha, you...you little brats, why are you laughing...laughing? I...I just...just stutter a little."
.”
The boy stammered. He stared at where the children were standing, rolled his eyes and said, "You... you guys... this is the Big Dipper array. Let me tell you, I... I know, I
...I have also learned formations."
Old Man Zhuge looked at this bald boy fondly. When he heard the boy call out the name of the formation he had arranged, a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes: "This little master, are you also proficient in formations?"
He then looked at Wan Lin and asked questioningly: "Is he really a disciple of your Wan family?" He had already understood from the Buddhist name shouted by the young monk that this boy must be a disciple of Buddhism, but he heard this boy again
He was said to be a descendant of the Wan family, so he felt doubtful in his heart.
Wan Lin quickly replied: "Senior, Jing Heng is a disciple of Lingyi Temple. He entered my Wan family under the orders of his master, Master Changtian. He is considered a registered disciple of my sect." The young monk then laughed and said: "Hehe,
Old...grandpa, I...you and I are...old friends, you...how could you forget?"
"That's it." Mr. Zhuge said, looking at the little monk attentively and smiling: "Hahaha, why do you look familiar to me? It turns out that you are the little disciple of that old bald donkey from Changtian. How come you are so tall?
?No wonder I don’t recognize you anymore. Yes, yes, we are meeting old friends."
The little monk said with a smile: "Hee hee, I... I asked you why you don't... don't recognize me. It turns out it's me... I have grown up and become... energetic." In the boy's voice,
There was laughter all around.
At this time, Xiaoya and others who had been standing at the foot of the mountain also walked quickly to Wan Lin. Xiaoya and Lingling looked at Senior Zhuge who was standing under the pavilion, clasped his fists and bowed and said: "Wan Xiaoya, a disciple of the Wan family,