I quietly became a big boss in the novice village

at night.

The day to start school is getting closer and closer.

Bu Fan was thinking about what to teach the children.

He has a lot of enlightenment books, such as the Three Character Classic, Hundred Surnames, Disciple Rules, Thousand Character Classic and so on.

"Well, it's up to the disciples!"

After grinding the ink, Bu Fan picked up the brush and began to write smoothly on the rice paper.

at the same time.

Under the peach tree in the yard.

Huo Qilin was cultivating, but felt a majestic aura coming from the room, and it was so frightened that it hurriedly stopped cultivating.

"what's the situation?"

Huo Qilin's expression changed, and he turned to look at Bu Fan's bedroom.

Is it?

It quickly came to the door of Bu Fan's bedroom and looked inside.

I saw Bu Fan holding a brush and writing vigorously, with a faint golden light emitting from his whole body.

Hao Ran is righteous!

Huo Qilin stared dumbfounded.

"knock off!"

Looking at the disciple rules on the rice paper, Bu Fan took a deep breath and nodded in satisfaction.

Pity.

Born at the wrong time, if he was born in a normal ancient time, with his good calligraphy, he could be a master of calligraphy no matter what.

"Little Huang, what are you doing standing outside the door? Come in and take a look, how is my writing?"

Suddenly, Bu Fan noticed Huo Qilin outside the door, and picked up the rice paper for Huo Qilin to look at.

As soon as he saw the handwriting on the rice paper, which was shaped like flowing water and imposing like a rainbow, the blood in Huo Qilin's body was churning, and he was suppressed by an invisible force so that he couldn't move a bit.

Bu Fan didn't notice the change in Huo Qilin's expression. Seeing that Huo Qilin was motionless, he thought how could Huo Qilin know how to appreciate calligraphy like a monster.

"Almost forgot, you are a monster, how do you know any human calligraphy?"

Putting away the rice paper in his hand, Bu Fan shook his head.

Huo Qilin's whole body was trembling as if his soul had been drained.

too scary.

If Bu Fan hadn't taken the rice paper away, its soul would have been sucked away just now.

Could this be what dad said, a great Confucian monk of the human race.

You must know that monks are also differentiated, immortals who practice Taoism, monks who practice Buddhism, and Confucian and Taoist monks who practice righteousness.

And their monster race is not afraid of immortal cultivators or monks, but they are only afraid of Confucian and Taoist monks who have cultivated righteousness.

Because a Confucian and Taoist monk painted a painting, and a single word could kill them monster race.

Fortunately, there are not many Confucian and Taoist monks who can cultivate awe-inspiring righteousness, even fewer than monks, but every Confucian and Taoist monk who can cultivate awe-inspiring righteousness is an extremely terrifying existence.

Moreover, from the calligraphy just now, it is clear that Bu Fan is not a Confucian and Taoist monk who has just cultivated righteousness.

According to his father, it is generally difficult for Confucian and Taoist monks who have just cultivated righteousness to write down righteousness on paper, but most of those who can do this are great Confucians.

The strength of great Confucians depends on how many words they can write on paper with awe-inspiring righteousness.

One can imagine that the piece of rice paper was covered with handwriting just now, and the number is innumerable.

Huo Qilin felt his limbs trembling.

Could it be that the human monk in front of him is more powerful than the great Confucianism.

You must know that Daru should respectfully call him "Senior" even if he met his father.

What kind of existence is the human monk in front of him?

No wonder the human cultivator in front of me was able to use the unimaginable means on Mrs. Zhou. Dare to love this person is really a hermit!

"Before I was always in front of me, pretending to be a newcomer who doesn't understand anything, and saying that I am not a hermit master, let's show my cards now!"

"Sure enough, dad is right. The most powerful monks in the human race like to hide among ordinary people and pretend to be pigs and tigers."

Huo Qilin was nervous and scared.

"But Dad said that the hermits of the human race don't like others to guess their identities, otherwise they will become angry, but if they don't expose them, they can get great opportunities from them."

Fire Qilin's eyes sparkled.

Confucian and Taoist monks are different from other monks, they are better at understanding the way of heaven.

Every word they wrote, every painting, even the piano they played, and the chess they played contained the power of the law of everything in the world.

According to legend, there is a demon ancestor in their demon clan.

Tens of thousands of years ago, it was just an ordinary little fox. Because it was shot by a hunter, it fled to a scholar's house. The scholar saw that the demon ancestor was pitiful, so he took it in.

Later, the scholar cultivated a great righteousness and became a monk of Confucianism and Taoism. The monster clan followed the scholar for decades.

By chance, the scholar drew a calligraphy and painting painting for Yao Zu, and bestowed the word Nine Tails.

Since then, the demon ancestor has awakened the blood of the nine-tailed demon fox from an ordinary little fox, and even after comprehending the nine-tailed picture, he has become a demon ancestor step by step.

Today, the Nine Tails Picture is still the treasure of the Fox Clan.

"If I can obtain a treasure like the Nine Tails Picture, then I can also become an existence like the Demon Ancestor."

Huo Qilin's eyes flickered again and again.

"No, it's too direct. An expert will definitely not give it to you. It is rumored that the Nine-Tails Demon Ancestor got the Nine-Tails Map after serving that scholar obediently!"

A thought flashed across Huo Qilin's mind, and he knelt down in front of Bu Fan without saying a word.

This scene stunned Bu Fan.

What is this fire unicorn doing?

How come you kneel down.

"Master, what orders do you have in the future, just ask?"

A little yellow dog is kneeling in front of him very seriously, this picture is weird no matter how you look at it.

"Tell me! Did you cause some trouble outside? Did you steal chicken from Second Aunt Wang's house, or did you bully someone's child to cry?"

Bu Fan suddenly thought of something, grabbed Huo Qilin's ear, and asked.

"No?" Huo Qilin dodged his eyes.

"Hehe, it seems that I guessed it right, and I will punish you not to go out this month!" Bu Fan said seriously.

"Master, I really don't have one!"

Huo Qilin wants to cry but has no tears.

Outside the house, under the peach tree.

The little white donkey looked at the movement in the room, and after urinating under the peach tree, slowly closed his eyes.

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