In those years, the cultivators we cut together

Chen Nianyun showed a bitter smile that didn't match his age.

"Then? Then my father, uncle, and uncle all died at the hands of that demon cultivator, and his martial arts skills were powerless to fight back."

Lin Xiaolu was startled, and looked at Chen Nianyun in shock.

"Why did Moxiu kill them?"

Chen Nianyun clenched his small fists, gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't know at first, but later I heard from the master that the sect of the magic cultivator fought with Emei at that time, and was injured by my master and fled all the way. He ran into us, and he felt resentful towards Emei, and knew that the country we were in was protected by Emei, so he killed my father and uncle to vent his anger."

"Then, you were accepted as a disciple by Fang Wuxiu?" Lin Xiaolu asked in surprise.

"Well~ that demon cultivator was also planning to kill me at that time, but fortunately my master appeared in time and killed him with a sword before saving me."

After finishing speaking, Chen Nianyun looked at Lin Xiaolu and said: "Frankly speaking, I don't like you very much, but when I knew that you can't practice but can only practice martial arts, I still sighed. After all, if our family's escort agency didn't meet that Moxiu, I should also be a martial arts practitioner now."

"So you've changed so much in this period of time?" Lin Xiaolu asked with a small mouth while licking the syrup, "You think of daddy when you see me, don't you?"

Chen Nianyun: ...

He scratched his head, and felt that Lin Xiaolu's words were not quite right, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

It is true that there are no martial arts practitioners in Emei, so when he finds out that Lin Xiaolu is a martial artist, he always thinks of his father who practiced martial arts in front of him when he was a child, but he does not want to admit this directly, which is too shameful , so he opened his mouth and said:

"Actually, it's not completely counted. I was imprisoned by my master for half a year. During this period, I read a lot of books and learned some principles of life, so I don't want to argue with you anymore. After all, I will become the number one swordsman in the world in the future. The man who killed the monks of the magic way in the world!"

"Forget it, you are too stupid to be number one in the world."

"Then I'll be second in the world." Chen Nianyun retorted.

Lin Xiaolu didn't continue to argue with him, but just chewed up the remaining candied syrup, threw away the stick, and went to buy a bunch of candied haws.

The two chatted nonchalantly all the way, seeming to let go of their past grievances for a while, chatting with each other about the difference between martial arts and immortal cultivation, and there were a few childish laughter from time to time, and it was not until very late that they finally reached Honglu Temple.

"Little deer."

Approaching the front of the temple, Chen Nianyun, who was chatting and laughing with Lin Xiaolu all the way, suddenly turned serious, and said to him:

"All the elders in my family died at the hands of the demon cultivator. They are all martial arts masters with good fists and kicks, but when facing monks, they are like chickens on the chopping board. They have nothing to do but wait for death in despair. This is my personal experience."

Lin Xiaolu glared at him after hearing this, and asked rather displeased: "You also want to persuade me to give up martial arts?"

"That's not what I meant."

Chen Nianyun, who was a head taller than him, explained:

"I heard from Senior Sister Tang that you drank the blood of monsters in the Foundation Establishment period, endured unbearable pain for ordinary people, endured the pain of martial arts, and endured great hardships, only to exchange for an unfathomable martial arts. If possible, I really hope that you can create a path in the future, a path that belongs exclusively to warriors, after all, I am a cultivator of immortals, and I was once a descendant of warriors."

The eight-year-old boy was stunned, and looked at Chen Nianyun in disbelief, as if he was a little surprised that he could say such a thing.

And after a short thought, the corners of his mouth also began to rise slightly, revealing a heartless smirk:

"We are all children, what you said should be something that adults should consider.

But if I grow up in the future, I will consider what you said, open up the world for the warriors of the world, settle down, and step on a path that only belongs to warriors, after all..."

The boy paused for a moment, his eyes flickering, and he remembered Zhang Yong's face when he knelt down in horror.

"After all what?" Seeing that he was silent, Chen Nianyun asked curiously.

Lin Xiaolu came back to his senses, smiled and said: "After all, martial arts practitioners cannot kneel."

……

……

night, haishi

In the warm and comfortable room that exuded a faint body fragrance, Tang Xin sat at the wine table, staring at the sumptuous food in front of him, without saying a word.

Three yellow chicken, crucian carp tofu soup, spinach egg soup, crispy pork knuckle, ground three delicacies, deep-fried small meatballs, sauced beef bones, roasted sheep feet with wild pepper, braised prawns in oil, mapo tofu, and a pear, a skewer Grape.

Eight dishes, two soups, two fruits, extremely rich!

Tang Xin just sat quietly at the table. She didn't eat, but just stared at the food with a blank expression, her face as cold as frost.

On the side, Lin Xiaolu, who had dark circles under his eyes, his younger brother was shot, and his nose was bleeding, looked at the food on the table pitifully, and his tongue was full of saliva. The consumption was too much, and I only ate a bunch of syrup and a bunch of candied haws at night. At this moment, I was already hungry and my chest was stuck to my back.

"Grandma Rakshasa, I'm hungry." Lin Xiaolu said in a low voice, and his stomach was also very face-saving, making a "cuckoo" sound.

Tang Xin ignored him, sitting still with a cold face.

Seeing her like this, Lin Xiaolu immediately became even more emboldened, looked eagerly at the delicious food on the table, sniffed, and then said angrily: "I don't know what child molestation is for, that guy said he can eat for free, so I'll eat it for free." It's not my fault."

Tang Xin still didn't speak, as if Lin Xiaolu didn't exist at all, her whole body was as cold as ice.

"Those people wouldn't let me go, and they still wanted to look at my butt. I beat them. I already kept my hand. I just beat them unconscious and made them cry."

Lin Xiaolu explained again.

After speaking, seeing that Tang Xin still didn't respond, he pouted angrily.

If he wanted to change to his previous personality, he would have robbed him directly, but he had promised Senior Sister Miao Xin that he would be a child with clear grievances and grievances. After all, it's not a man's job to care about a girl's face.

He comforted himself for a while in his heart, and his stomach made a "cuckling" sound again.

Only then did Tang Xin look at him expressionlessly, and said in a cold voice, "What did you promise me before coming to Dayue?"

Lin Xiaolu was stunned for a moment, then he flattened his mouth and muttered: "Listen to you"

"Then how do you do it!"

Tang Xin raised her voice slightly, glared at Lin Xiaolu and said coldly: "Act without authorization, stubborn by nature, and ignore what my senior sister says when I leave the house!"

Lin Xiaolu continued to sulk and did not speak, her mouth pouted.

Seeing his virtue, Tang Xin knew that the dead boy was not convinced, and said in a cold voice again: "Your senior sister Miaoxin has a gentle personality, and Elder Li doesn't ask questions very much. You are used to the problems of your life, but I will not be used to you!"

After finishing speaking, Tang Xin picked up a plate of three yellow chickens on the table, handed it to Lin Xiaolu and waved it around, making him gulp down:

"Want to eat? Think about what you did wrong, tell senior sister, and senior sister will let you eat, otherwise you will starve to death today! Senior sister won't even blink!"

After speaking, Tang Ting left the table directly, sat on the bed and began to meditate with her eyes closed, letting Lin Xiaolu stand alone in the room.

In the room, Lin Xiaolu pouted, seeing that Tang Xin was meditating motionlessly as if she was asleep, so she arched her nose angrily.

Hmph, when I grow up in the future, I will make you stand as a punishment, and then I will eat and drink in front of you, and I will also make you write a review.

He was thinking angrily, staring eagerly at the food on the table and drooling greedily at the fat three-yellow chicken.