The Little Monk's Path to Physical Transcendence

The little monk held his deciduous teeth and cried sobbingly. Ye Gucheng had never encountered such a situation before, and his whole body froze.

Hua ManLou: "Pfft."

It's not that Huamanlou is not distressed enough, it's just too funny.

Funny enough, the child still had to be coaxed, Hua Manlou first patted the little monk on the back, and gave him a sip of water from time to time, lest he cry too much and make his voice hoarse.

Then he hugged the little monk and comforted him carefully: "This is just a tooth replacement, which means you are going to grow up. If this tooth falls out, a new one will grow out. Everyone is like this, and they won't be unable to eat."

The little monk Qiqi Ai raised her head, her eyes were steamed, and there were tear streaks on her face, her long eyelashes were glued together by the tears, forming clusters.

"Really, really?" Eyes washed by tears were full of anticipation.

Although Huamanlou couldn't see it, she could still imagine what the little monk looked like, so she coaxed with a smile: "Of course it's true, can I still lie to you?"

The little monk's eyes turned to Ye Gucheng who was sitting stiffly. The Lord Ye looked meticulous and serious, and he would not lie to comfort him.

"Has City Lord Ye lost his teeth too?" The sadness was a little less, and he was so curious.

Ye Gucheng nodded stiffly.

"Wow!" The little monk immediately cheered up, and the thoughts in his mind were about to move, "Then, can I see your teeth?"

Hua Manlou hurriedly pulled the little monk back, and said with a smile, "Don't blame City Lord Ye, he is still young and often has weird ideas."

City Lord Ye is not to blame, City Lord Ye thought about it, and felt that it was not a loss: "You have a competition with me, and I will let you see."

"...Eh?" The little monk was still covering his small teeth in his hands, looked down at his teeth, then looked up at Ye Gucheng, then turned his head to look at Peach Blossom Crisp, and fell into a violent struggle.

Ye Gucheng is a very kind person to send peach blossom cakes.But the Peach Blossom Cake lost his tooth, and it was not very good. The little monk has already decided not to eat Peach Blossom Cake for the next half month, no, the next month!But Peach Blossom Crisp belongs to Peach Blossom Crisp, Ye Gucheng is still a good person.

But the little monk just lost a tooth, what a sad thing, is it about to start a fight?

The little monk was a little reluctant.

Hua Manlou naturally noticed the child in his arms wriggling uncomfortably, and immediately understood what he was thinking.Now Hua Manlou is not so afraid of the little monk competing with other people. He can beat Ximen Chuuxue and Zhongyuan Dianhong in a row. I won't lose either.

So this kind of aboveboard confrontation reassures Hua Manlou, not to mention that the child has to grow up, and he can't always be under his wing.If the little monk agreed, Hua Manlou would naturally not say anything more, but the little monk obviously didn't want to fight now, so he had no choice but to ask him to come forward and refuse.

"He was frightened just now, I'm afraid it's not a good time." Hua Manlou declined Ye Gucheng with a smile.

Ye Gucheng was not a stalker either, so he immediately got up and said goodbye: "Then I'll come back tomorrow."

The little monk felt embarrassed, covered his mouth and vaguely agreed: "Then I will fight with you tomorrow."

"Okay!" Ye Gucheng took a deep look at the little monk, turned and left.

"Huh." Seeing Ye Gucheng gone, the little monk finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Huamanlou, what should I do with my teeth?"

Hua Manlou... Hua Manlou didn't know what to do. How did she deal with the teeth she lost?It seems a little bad to throw it away casually.Hua Manlou's thoughts changed sharply, and he appeared calm on the surface.

"So, let's plant it after we go back, okay?" Hua Manlou embraced the little monk, and told the story slowly, "Maybe like a flower, your teeth will grow faster after you plant it." Woolen cloth?"

The little monk closed his mouth tightly and nodded seriously.

It feels so strange to lose a tooth... The little monk groped with the tip of his tongue in the hole where the tooth was missing. After the tooth fell out, there was only a small pit left.

And it must be inconvenient to eat!

The little monk buried his head in Huamanlou's arms angrily, "I hate changing my teeth."

Hua Manlou wanted to laugh again, and couldn't help coughing: "Cough...it will be fine soon."

No, once the tooth change started, the little deciduous teeth in the little monk's mouth had to be changed all over to stop, and it would never be "good soon".

But there is no need to let the little monk know about this, otherwise it would be too sad.

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The next day was a fine day, the sun was not glaring and the clouds were light.

The little monk held his Zen stick in his hand, with a serious face.

Ever since he met Jin Jiuling in the morning and seemed to be ridiculed subtly, the little monk made up his mind that he would never show his missing front teeth to others again!

But Jin Jiuling didn't know that he was already hated by the young monk. After hearing about the martial arts competition, he followed him enthusiastically, and even talked to the young monk from time to time.

As soon as the little monk saw Jin Jiuling's face, he remembered the subtle expression on his face when he saw his teeth in the morning, and he also told Huamanlou that children should not eat too much sweets when they change their teeth, it is so annoying!

Fortunately, today's protagonist is not the annoying Jin Jiuling, but the good guy Ye Gucheng.

Ye Gucheng was still all white, holding his sword in his hand.This sword was forged by overseas cold iron elites. It is extremely sharp, and you can already feel the sharpness before it is unsheathed.

The little monk was also holding his Zen stick, and the Buddhist beads around his neck were hanging in Huamanlou's hands at this moment. After all, the Buddhist beads are no different than others, and they always get in the way.Today the little monk is wearing the new clothes that Huamanlou made for him, the moon-white fabric has a faint silver light, which seems to be more eye-catching than Ye Gucheng.

The bystanders looked at the two in the field with subtle expressions.

Ye Gucheng, who has always been characterized by "flying immortals outside the sky", can't help but think of the moon in the sky, is dressed in white, but looks more like snow in the mountains; while the little monk in the white clothes of the moon looks like the moon in the sky.

Is it a coincidence or intentional?

Before the onlookers came back to their senses from the demeanor of the two, the duel had already begun.

The sword is out of its sheath.

A flash of light flashed, and the blade of the sword had already changed thousands of times, and each sword light was swallowed by the next before it dissipated.The little monk had seen Ximen Chuixue's sword, and the sword's light spread out in a dazzling brilliance, but Ye Gucheng had only one light.

This thin line of sword light is far better than thousands of sword lights!

The Zen staff held by the little monk is by no means as agile as Ye Gucheng's sword, but the little monk's walking is not nimble and elegant, but breaking through all dharmas with one force!

No matter how many sword lights and afterimages there are, there is only one sword!

As long as he can block that bit of cold light, no matter how many sword lights he has, it won't help.

The Zen staff also moved, and the little monk was always the last one to make a move.His first move is always to defend, and then tear a way through the defense!

The tip of the sword touched the hollow pattern on the head of the Zen stick, and was almost entangled by the little monk. It was withdrawn at lightning speed and then stabbed from another angle, which was almost impossible to guard against.

The little monk didn't feel irritable or impatient. Although he was a little bit reluctant before the fight, once he started, he would be absolutely single-minded, and he wouldn't even win or lose.

Just fighting.

The sword in Ye Gucheng's hand was like the moonlight on the sea, deserted and ethereal.No one can predict the changes of the sea, just like the sword in his hand.

A true fusion of man and sword!

Ximen Chuuxue standing with the sword is Ximen Chuuxue and his sword; and Ye Gucheng standing with the sword is a sword!

His sword has reached the point where it can be directed like an arm, and any thought can be realized, so his swordsmanship can be so agile, appearing wherever he wants.

The Zen stick in the little monk's hand is not the most suitable weapon for him, after all, the Zen stick is a head taller than the little monk.But this kind of unsuitability has become the advantage of the little monk at this time - one inch is longer and one inch is stronger, and no matter how long a general weapon is, it will not be so much higher than the user. This kind of Zen stick is used by the little monk, and there is no weapon at all. able to get close.

Including Ye Gucheng's sword.

No matter how elegant and agile the sword technique is, it can only exert its power when it touches people, so how can it pose a threat if it can't even touch people?The little monk's Lingtai was completely clear, and the wind brought all the news, far and near, breathing intertwined with the wind, and the heart beat steadily.

The same is true for Ye Gucheng, a good opponent is definitely a priceless treasure that cannot be found for a strong man like them, and it is even a one-time consumable - because they can only kill people with swordsmanship.

Whenever it is unsheathed, there must be casualties.

But the little monk is not like them at all, even if his martial arts are enough to compete with them.His weapons are not sharp at all, his defense is impeccable, and the battle with the little monk can even be said to be a kind of enjoyment.

There are not many battles that can immerse them, not to mention that they are often fleeting.

Sometimes when a master fights, it is enough to just look at the flaws at that moment.

So when you fight against the little monk, you don't have to worry about the pleasure disappearing too quickly, and you don't have to worry about the opponent being too weak to enjoy yourself, he is simply the perfect opponent!

If the little monk knew such an evaluation, he would definitely be angry, but at this time he didn't know.It's not just the wind telling him the news, the vision of the eyes seems to be getting clearer, and the flashing scenery can also leave an impression in his mind.

The sword is at it again.

There are a few places on the hilt that seem to be brighter than other places, which should be the place where the owner often rubs; the color of the sword body seems to be inconsistent, maybe it is a special forging process; Where is it?

The little monk's heart follows his eyes, and he doesn't even need to react to what he sees. Chasing the tip of the sword seems to have become an instinct!

No matter how nimble the tip of the sword is, the Zen staff can always appear at the right position of the tip of the sword.But there was no sound of weapons blocking their fight. The two fought for a long time, except for the first collision, it was silent after that!

Only the wind.

The sound of the sword piercing the air, the Zen staff swimming in the wind, the hollow head of the Zen staff is a net bag for catching fireflies, lightly following the flying sword tip.

The stalemate, the rumors are getting louder and louder, which shows that the control of the two people's skills is gradually declining.

Still in a stalemate, the Zen stick is raging like a tiger, and the tip of the sword is fluttering with the wind.

"clang--"

Fireflies break into the cage.