MTL - History’s Number 1 Founder-~ 66. Master is not at home for trouble (1/3)

On the spacious loess surface, a black boy is walking with a sweaty face. Every time the teenager settles, it will be like a heavy object. The heavy squatting on the ground, splashing a yellow. dust.

Watching it from a close distance, I saw the back of the black boy, carrying a very large black giant sword. The giant sword has no sharp edge and no sword tip. The length is almost beyond the height of the boy. This strange combination makes Many pedestrians in the city can't help but cast a curious look on him.

Next to the black boy, a young scholar in a green shirt walked side by side with him. A child of only four or five years old, jumping and jumping in front, turned his head and looked at the black boy from time to time.

Both the blue-shirt scholar and the child’s face looked strange and wanted to laugh and dare not laugh.

The black-haired boy stunned them with a sigh of relief, dragging their feet like a pound, and went to a big tree by the roadside.

Going to the bottom of the tree, the black boy directly leaned up to the sky, and planted it on the warm turf, letting the sweat on his forehead flow like a stream.

Two companions stood by his side and looked down at him. The smile on their faces was almost unstoppable.

The black-collar teenager is naturally Xiao Yu, watching the two younger brothers look like laughing and laughing, and snorted: "If you want to laugh, just laugh, beware of death!"

Xiaoxiao did burst out with a burst of laughter. Zhu Yi also smiled and smiled: "Master, you said that you have something bad with something? You have to have such a cumbersome family, why should you eat it?"

Xiao Yu distressed and scratched his head: "I didn't think of it before. It is a heavy thing to die. It can still suppress my mana operation. If I really want to exhaust me, take this thing back to Hengyue Mountain. I feel terrible when I think about it."

Little glory: "What did you do in the last generation of your master?"

Xiao Yu squinted at him: "When you return to Yueshan on the road, you and me change your back. You also use your remedy for this thing. You don't carry it, things don't go back, owe you the remedy." Not yet."

When I was young, I was anxious: "Senior brother, you are lame!" Xiao Yu smiled and said: "I am relying on you, what can you do?"

"You..." Little did not want to talk, suddenly his face changed slightly, turned his head and looked behind him.

Xiao Yu and Zhu Yi were also shocked. They looked up and looked down at the little ones. They saw a gray man, with a big fight, standing quietly beside them.

The gray-clothed man took off the bucket and revealed a bright bald head. The six rings on the top of the head were neatly arranged.

"Why is the bitterness of the thundering Zen on you? Where is the wisdom and where is the relic?" The gray-clothed man asked slowly, but the voice was not loud, but it seemed to sound in the heart of three people.

The three brothers of Xiao Yu’s brothers all changed slightly. This gray-clothed monk just stood there calmly, and it brought great pressure to them. Even a small finger did not dare to act rashly.

The three men looked at each other and they all turned their minds.

"This monk is unfathomable. Master is not around, and it is easy to suffer." The little girl who turned a little smack and turned around first said: "It was a master who gave it to our master, and then the master passed it to us. ”

The gray-clothed monks looked at the little ones, and they showed a stunned look in their eyes. Obviously, they saw that the small ones were less than five years old, and they had already cultivated ten layers of cultivation.

"I don't know who is a high-ranking person?" Subconsciously, the gray clothes are a little polite, and they can adjust the disciples who are so small and shocked that their masters are not ordinary people.

Little does not shake his head: "Master does not let us say."

Xiao Yu looked at the gray man and asked him, "I don't know what the masters have to say?"

The gray man looked at him: "Stunning Zen is on you? That is my Buddhist instrument."

After Xiao Yu was silent, he said: "The instrument is given by my teacher. Without the permission of the teacher, the younger generation does not dare to give it to others easily."

The eyelids that were pulled by the gray robes suddenly opened, and the light of the sky skyrocketed, staring straight at Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu’s heart trembled and almost fainted in the past. Under the gaze of the gray robes, Xiao Yu even had a sense of guilty guilty of his own sin.

However, his mind is extremely determined, and he is hard-pressed and steady, and he is unyielding and looks at the gray-clothed people.

Zhu Yi has been silent for a while, then silently stepping forward, standing side by side with Xiao Yu, facing the pressure brought by the gray clothes.

Xiaoxiao also sinks his face and stands with two brothers. The three brothers and sisters shoulder to shoulder and face a powerful opponent.

The gray clothes stunned, and the eyelids pulled down again. The pressure suddenly disappeared. Xiao Yu and the three men reconciled with a sigh of relief. Only then did they find that the back was cold and sweaty.

"Gift you to the monk who is thundering Zen, do you know where he is now?" The gray-clothed monk thought about it and asked.

Xiao did not pre-emptively replied: "I don't know, we have seen him almost six months ago."

“Six months ago?” The grey-clothed monk asked: “Where did you meet?”

Xiao did not hesitate to answer: "The big Zhou Dynasty near the capital of Beijing, the master, if you want to find someone, you may wish to go to Tianjing and his party."

The gray-clothed monk stared at the three men and looked at him for a long while. He nodded and said: "There is no Amitabha in the south, thank you to the three small donors." The voice has not fallen, and the person has disappeared from the place.

Xiao Yu stayed for a while: "This monk is thunderous and the rain is small. Is that gone?"

Xiaoxiao did not say good-heartedly: "Does the brothers still want him to really take a spoonful of our brother?"

Zhu Yi said with a sigh of relief: "This monk is likely to make a comeback. Let's go back to meet Master as soon as possible."

Xiao Yu and Xiao Xiao nodded together, and the three brothers and sisters quickly went outside the city.

There was a slight wave of fluctuations in the air, and the gray-clothed monks showed their bodies and stared at the back of them.

"Let's put a long line, I hope I can catch a big fish." The gray coat sighed and sighed, followed behind the three.

When Xiao Yu went out of the city gate, a team of people came into the city and passed by the three.

An old man in the crowd suddenly frowned and approached the young man in the lead: "Heavenly Master, the old slave just saw a child..."

Tian Shaoye asked: "What happened to children?"

The old man replied: "The old slave had seen the stone purple tomb in the past. The child just now, the eyebrows are similar to the stone purple to seven or eight."

Yu Tianguang flashed: "You are not mistaken?"

Shi Ziling, it is Shi Tianyi, the father of Xiaoxiao.

The old man nodded: "The young master knows that the old slave is the most accurate in remembering the eyes. The child is at least 70% similar to Shi Ziling. If the child was still alive, it should be so big."

Yu Tian bowed his head and thought about it. He said, "Go, find two people, follow up to see, observe, find them and come back and report."

............

Within the small valley of the east of Hengyue Mountain.

In the middle of Huang Quanzhu, Lin Feng is driving the Luohan array of the twenty-four days, with the infinite Buddha light, forcing refining and chemicalization.

The old ghost roared again and again, and kept resisting. Although he could not control Huang Quanzhu, he could borrow a little of the power of Huang Quanzhu for a long time. Lin Feng still couldn’t help him.

Lin Feng drives the roman array of twenty-four days, while enquiring in the system.

"Ghost King Cannon... The technique of a hundred ghosts and nights... Yes, here!"

(PS: Thanks to the awards of adsssA students, in order to celebrate the birth of the first deacon of this book, the special chapter is more, so today is still three!

The second is around two in the afternoon, and the third is around eight in the evening.

The great gods are all ally and more, I naturally can't compare with others, but I sincerely hope that I can have one day.

From the height of the flat, the first deacon, the first lord, the first guardian, the first elder, until the first lord, step by step, I hope to have one day. Also, please support my friends a lot, the younger brother will definitely try to write well, let everyone see cool, everyone cool, I will be cool!

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