I Really Don’t Want To Be a Natural Disaster

After a brief eye contact.

The little monk lowered his head indifferently and looked away.

What kind of experience can a child of fifteen or sixteen years old have such a look?

Yi Lin looked at the other person's bald head, suddenly understood something, and said nothing.

And aside.

Zen Master Dry Leaf held Wang Xiaohu's hand tightly, and after a long time he didn't let it go. After being rejected by Wang Xiaohu again, he looked rather regretful.

"What a pity, what a pity, what a pity!"

The old monk looked up to the sky and sighed, looking like he was unlovable.

Wang Xiaohu was even more uncomfortable now.

This is the kindness of a meal!

Without that meal, Wang Xiaohu would have to starve to death.

But he can't just go to be a monk just to repay his gratitude, right?

He is a single biography of the Wang family.

If you want to become a monk, isn't the Wang family going to be a queen?

It's necessary to have to.

If parents knew, wouldn't they run out of Qingniu Village and slap themselves to death?

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaohu pulled his hands out and comforted: "Master, in fact, Xiaohu can enter Dali Temple even if he is not a monk."

"Oh? How?"

When Zen Master Gu Ye heard that there was a compromise? So he became interested.

Wang Xiaohu just said casually, knowing that there is a compromise. He saw that the Dry Leaf Temple didn't seem to give up his plan to draw him to the Buddha, so he looked at Yi Lin for help.

Yi Lin thought this scene was very interesting, so he inserted a sentence on the side: "How about being a sweeping monk, earning money for work and not worshiping the Buddha, how about it?"

Zen Master Dry Leaf: "..."

Wang Xiaohu: "..."

"Speaking of it," Jian Nanchun stepped forward, looking straight at Yi Lin: "Who are you anyway?"

When Jian Nanchun asked this, Yi Lin had not had time to answer.

The indifferent face of Junior Sister Bingshan rarely fluctuates, and the corners of her mouth rise slightly.

"Monk?" Jian Nanchun's face changed when he heard the words, and his eyes condensed. In an instant, Yi Lin felt that something was swept over him. Yi Lin resisted the urge to punch Jian Nanchun again, lowered his head and said nothing, as if he didn't know.

After a while.

The Yun Danfengqing that Jian Nanchun had been deliberately maintaining was finally a little uncomfortable, and his face was a little ugly: "How is it possible? I was attacked at San Pinxuan some time ago..."

"Brother was attacked?"

Junior sister Bingshan frowned. The implication was that I didn't hear you talk about it.

Jian Nanchun knew that he had accidentally leaked his mouth, but he quickly explained: "Senior brother meant that that day, I was at Sanpinxuan...when I was waiting for the younger sister to drink tea, I had a relationship with the two little children, but that At that time, I clearly explored them with spiritual sense, and they didn't have the breath that a cultivator should have."

"So, how is it now?" Junior sister asked again.

Jian Nanchun had no face to look at the younger sister anymore, shook his legs, and muttered to himself: "How could it be possible? Now, there is a faint aura on this child, and he is already an introduction to Qi training. In just a few days... "

The younger sister nodded. It seemed that it was not that the older brother had missed her eyes, but that this son was indeed strange. She once again stared at Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu with a look of scrutiny. Wang Xiaohu might not feel anything, but Yi Lin felt very uncomfortable.

He was the only one staring at others with this kind of eyes before, and no one had ever dared to stare at him with this kind of eyes.

But Yi Lin has a good mentality, and it's not a big deal to just be gnawed by a dog. After thinking about it for a while, Yi Lin generously fetched the ancient book from the family heir to Jian Nanchun: "The secret book of the ancestor, take the time to look at it these days, somehow, just practice it."

Jian Nanchun caught it casually, and the tattered Lin family's ancient books fell into his hands. Junior Sister Bingshan seemed to be very interested in Yi Lin's origins, and moved a little closer to Jian Nanchun. Jian Nanchun smelled the fragrance of the flowers floating on the junior sister next to him, and the whole person felt a little airy.

But he didn't dare to show it on his face. So Jian Nanchun's face was stern, righteous, and he began to look through the ancient books that Yi Lin had handed over.

At first, Jian Nanchun didn't care too much, but when he flipped through it, he found that something was wrong.

This so-called "Ancestral Secret Book" is lacking in text, obscure, obscure, and nonsense. If it weren't for him as an Inner Sect monk of the Heavenly Sword Sect, he had read many classics in the Sect, and he might not understand it. Ancient prose.

Isn't it true that anyone can develop their breath with this book?

impossible!

Jian Nanchun shook his head vigorously, subconsciously finding it impossible.

Anyone who has a bit of brain will not find an incomplete ancient book to practice.

That is looking for death.

After watching for a long time, Jian Nanchun didn't see any mystery, only that it was a shabby book.

Finally, Jian Nanchun said quietly: "You really dare to practice."

"Sure enough, his aura is chaotic, he doesn't seem to be from the orthodox Xuanmen, so I didn't take it to heart."

Junior sister Bingshan nodded, seeming to understand something.

"Never mind, the fate will get it."

When Jian Nanchun said these words, his expression was calm, and his mouth was a little bit sour for some reason.

Jian Nanchun happily returned the ancient book of the Lin family to Yi Lin. In his opinion, this ancient book was placed in the Heavenly Sword Gate. He ignored Yi Lin, turned his head to look at the little monk hiding next to the old monk, and smiled slightly: "The ancestors of this school have a slight connection with your parents, Jian Nanchun, the disciple of the Tianjianmen sword generation, is ordered by the teacher. Escort you to the shore of the East China Sea to Xianshan."

When the little monk heard this, he lowered his head, not looking at the crowd, but shook his head vigorously. After being silent, he finally said a complete sentence: "Ben...I won't go."

Yi Lin was taken aback for a moment.

He was only skeptical before, and when the little monk spoke in that crisp voice, Yi Lin directly confirmed.

This monk is the current princess of Daqing!

Who would have thought that a dignified princess of the Daqing Dynasty would shave off her hair, pretend to be a monk, hide in a group of monks, and head south?

Hidden in baldness!

Yi Lin secretly clicked a thumbs-up for the person who came up with this hiding method.

But here comes the problem. How can it be exposed if you hide it so well?

Yi Lin smiled, not broken.

Jian Nanchun couldn't understand the refusal of the princess.

To be able to enter the Heavenly Sword Gate, that is a good thing that you can't ask for if you kneel down. If the Heavenly Sword Gate is so easy to enter, why should he beg for ten days and ten nights on the shore of the East China Sea?

Junior Sister Bingshan didn't say much. Seeing the princess refused, she didn't bother to explain. She stretched out a finger and clicked on the princess. Suddenly, the princess became stiff and couldn't move. The Sister Bingshan opened the sword box, and a long sword exuding a terrifying cold air floated into the air.

The whole set of movements is done in one go, extremely chic.

"It is not advisable to stay here for long."

Junior sister Bingshan said, the cold light in the night sky flashed, and it turned into a stream of light in an instant, disappearing to the northern horizon.

Jian Nanchun saw that Junior Sister had left without saying anything, and immediately sacrificed Feijian. I saw that his magic weapon was actually the oil umbrella, the oil umbrella flicked and its shape changed into an ancient sword. He hurriedly stepped on the flying sword, ready to chase his junior sister.

Yi Lin looked at Jian Nanchun about to run, and suddenly became a little unhappy.

I really let you run away. Didn't I give you a white hammer?

So Yi Lin grabbed Jian Nanchun who was just about to take off, pulled his sleeve, and said with a smile: "Take me."

Jian Nanchun frowned, he was concerned about the whereabouts of his younger sister, for fear that he would be lost. Junior Sister’s Flying Sword is "Han Frost", but it is one of the best flying swords in the Sky Sword Gate for its speed. So Jian Nanchun prepared to shake off the kid who was making trouble, and said coldly: "Don't make trouble, if you want to enter the Heavenly Sword Gate, two years later, you will see or leave on the shore of the East China Sea."

Wang Xiaohu looked dumbfounded.

He had never seen such a stalking brother Lin.

Yi Lin's eyes rolled, and Jian Nanchun probably flew away if he didn't say anything. He turned his mind and thought about it, and said directly: "Do you want to sleep with your younger sister?"

"what?"

Jian Nanchun bends her straight back abruptly, almost falling off the flying sword in the take-off state.

After holding back for a while, Jian Nanchun's entire face was half black and half pink with anger. He stepped on Feijian with one foot and landed on the ground with one foot. Finally, Jian Nanchun, who had been holding back for a long time, finally pointed at Yi Lin's nasty smiling face with a trembling finger, and whispered: "You, you, you... ignorant child, how can you defile people's innocence out of thin air?"

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