Chapter 52: This seat does not seem to appear

Xue Zhengxuan practiced swords in Beifeng, and suddenly there was a jellyfish flower falling in the sky. He slammed his voice and took a towel to wipe the sweat. He took the sea otter and said to himself: "Yu Heng's communication Haiyan? Something can't be done. Have you ever said it? When did he be lazy?"

Having said that, Xue Zhengyi still took out the golden light from the flower of the jellyfish and placed it in the ear.

A strange child's voice came out from inside: "Respect the Lord, please get empty, come to the red lotus water..."

Xue Zhengyi was originally unbelievers, but when he fell to the front of the night, he was completely stupid.

In the pavilion at the edge of the lotus pond, a child who was only about five or six years old was standing upright, staring gloomyly at the lotus leaf. From the side, this person's face is like frost and snow, like Xuanbing, and he is wearing a robes of Chu's late night, but this is too big for him, and the sleeves are all dragged on the ground, it looks like only Tow the pool fish with a flowing tail.

Xue Zhengyi: "..."

The child looks back, and when you dare to laugh, I will die to show you the pride.

Xue Zhengyi: "Hey, hahahahahaha!!!"

The child yelled at the scene: "What are you laughing! What a ridiculous thing!"

"I don't laugh. - Ah, hahaha, I can't do it. Yuheng, I let you go to the elders of the wolf to look at the wounds carefully. You don't listen, hahahaha, ridiculously kill me." Xue Zhengyi holds the belly "I have never seen a child who is so murderous, hahahaha."

This child is not someone else. It is the late night that I found that my body has shrunk after I woke up. Jin Chengchi pierced the cane of his shoulder and did not know what kind of spell, but it would make people become the shape of the body when they were five or six years old. Fortunately, the mana did not go backwards, otherwise Chu night would rather feel that he could really die. .

Xue Zhengyi laughed and went to find a dress for his little disciple.

After Chu's change, I didn't seem so funny. He sorted out the blue-brown handguards and looked up at Xue Zhengyi, then fiercely said: "You have to dare to say it, I killed you."

Xue Zhengyi haha ​​said: "I don't say, I don't say it. But what do you do? I don't know how to do it. I always want someone to come see it? Or do I invite the elders of the wolf..."

Chu night Ning slammed his sleeves, but found that the younger disciple is narrow-necked, and he has no momentum at all. It is even more uncomfortable: "What should he do? Let him laugh at me?"

"Would you like me to let you see the jingle?"

Chu night Ning licked his lips and did not speak, and he went up to some wrongs.

"You don't talk, I will promise you?"

Chu night Ning turned around and took the back of his head to face him. Xue Zhengyi knew that he was depressed, but this wonder was too funny, and he didn't hold it for a while, and he laughed again.

Brushed the day to ask for a call, Chu night Ning side screamed: "You laugh again!"

"I don't laugh, I don't laugh. I am going to find the lady, hahahaha."

Xue Zhengyi ran away from the smoke, and it didn't take long for him to bring Mrs. Wang, an anxious look. When Mrs. Wang saw that Chu Ning had been stunned, it was difficult to set a channel.

"Yuheng elders..."

Chu nightning: "..."

Fortunately, Mrs. Wang is more like a medical practitioner than Xue Zhengyi. She didn't laugh at the late night, but she carefully looked at it and then whispered softly:

"The elders have a smooth flow of power and no physical condition. It seems that apart from being a child, it is no different from usual."

Chu night Ning asked: "Mrs. I know the method of cracking?"

Mrs. Wang shook her head: "The wounded by the elders was caused by the ancient Liuteng. I am afraid there is no second case in this case. So I don't know how to deal with it."

Mrs. Wang couldn't bear to see it, and said: "Yuheng elders, in my opinion, the reason why you become like this, it should be that the vines used to repair self-healing in the vine will invade your wounds, not evil. Curse. Otherwise, it won't happen until now. I think that kind of sap is very small, because you have been too busy and worried in the past few days, so that the spell is left and right. It's better to have a good time for you to watch for a while. Happening?"

Silence for a while, Chu night sighed and said: "It can only be like this. Thank you, Madam."

"You are Welcome."

Mrs. Wang looked at him carefully, and then said: "The elders are so ugly now, if they don't say it, no one can see it."

She said it was good. Chu nightning did not remember what happened when she was five or six years old, but at this moment she looked at the reflection in the lake. Apart from some facial features, she was not particularly similar to herself. My heart was a little wider, and I looked up to Xue Zhengyi:

"Respect the Lord, I have to retreat in Honglian Waters in these few days, Xue Meng, they also ask you to take care."

"What is this? Menger is my son. The child is my nephew. The teacher is a disciple of death and death. Of course I have to take care of it." Xue Zhengyi smiled. "You still care about yourself."

However, Chu Xiening had been meditating for three days, but he did not see his body returning to his original appearance. He could not help but worry more, and it was even worse than Mrs. Wang's saying that "good life will raise".

At dusk this day, Chu Evening finally couldn't help but feel irritated, seeing that there was no fruit in the repairs, simply went to Nanfeng and walked around.

At this time, the dinner time has passed, and the night study has not yet begun. The empty valley trails in the dead and the bridges in the pavilion are all three or five groups of disciples, and no one has noticed him. Chu nightning strolled around a circle and went to a bamboo forest near the good and evil.

All elders have their own customary cultivation field, and often the apprenticeship will be fixed somewhere. Chu nightning is used to this bamboo forest.

Bamboo shadows are bleak, and Wan Ye is so loud. Chu nightning folded the leaves, and smacked on the lips, and the quiet music made his mind a little bit. It was not long before, and a footstep sounded far and near, stopping near him.

"Hey, kid."

Chu night Ning opened his eyes.

Xue Meng was standing in the middle of Xiu Lin with his thin legs and long legs. He was talking to him with a cold and sturdy Peper Dragon City.

"I have to practice the knife here, you go elsewhere."

"..." Chu Xiaoning slightly raised his eyebrows, this feeling is really wonderful, Xue Meng actually made a sigh of relief with him. He thought for a moment and said, "I blow my, you train you, don't bother."

Xue Mengdao: "How can that be? Going fast, my blade will hurt you."

"You can't hurt me."

Xue Meng was impatient, and snorted: "Then I can remind you that I will be over, if I am injured, I will not take care of you." The voice fell, the sword fell out, and the dragon city made a loud contend. For example, the Qianjinyuan Snake took the clouds and screamed.

In the middle of the forest, the light and shadows are mottled, and the sword is like a rainbow. Xue Meng makes a dragonfly dance in the bamboo leaves. Under the shackles, a bamboo leaf is broken into ten scorpions, and between the rafts, the bamboo is not tilted. There are many leaves. One point, one thorn, one touch and one horizontal, all like a wind and snow, in one go.

He is so arrogant that he is a five-year-old child. Even if he is a 50-year-old overhaul, he will be praised when he sees it.

However, Xue Meng's ten-style dance, the child sitting on the stone still blew his leaves on his own, as if there was nothing to look at in front of him, nothing more surprising.

Xue Meng was a little angry, he took the knife and leaped down from the top of Zhulin, and fluttered in front of Chu Yuning.

"child."

"..."

"Give the child, say you."

Chu nighting put down the bamboo leaves, slowly opened his eyes and looked at him with a blank expression: "What? Your master didn't teach you to talk to people to be polite? Don't feed and feed. I have a name."

"I want to call your name." Xue Meng originally wanted to talk well. When he heard his mouth, he took a sting, and suddenly he was not angry. "Give me a flash, you also saw it, the sword is not long. Be careful, I cut your head with a knife."

Chu night Ning said carelessly: "You can't even avoid my head, what are you practicing?"

"You!" Xue Meng was so smashed from childhood to big, not to mention that the other party was still a junior disciple who was not taller than his thigh. He suddenly became annoyed and annoyed. "You talked to me so much." ,Do you know who I am?"

Chu night Ning faintly stunned him: "Who are you?"

"...I am the young master of death and death." Xue Meng was suffocating. "You don't even know this?"

Chu Xiaoning smiled a little, and the smile on his original face would be very ridiculous. In this childish and lovely face, it is even more ridiculous.

"Less the Lord, not the Lord. Why do you have to know."

"You, you, what are you talking about?"

"Put down your shelf and practice your knife."

After the completion of this sentence, Chu Yuning also succumbed to the long eyelashes, and slowly blew the bamboo leaves. The sound of the music was like the wind, and it was floating.

Xue Meng really wants to be mad, and shouted loudly, and actually slammed with a child. But even if he was angry again, he wouldn't want to beat the children, so he had to vacate the forest, brush his hair, and time the forest fell and fell, so he danced a fierce and violent knife in this empty song.

His knife was fast and sturdy, and the knives flashed, and the tips of dozens of bamboos were cut into blunt thorns. If it is to attack the enemy, these blunt thorns should be the sharp needles of the blown hair, but the younger disciples who teach their own sects will be fine.

Hundreds of blunt thorns went straight to the night of Chu, and when they saw it, they would hurt people. Xue Meng was plundered, ready to succumb, and took this ignorant little disciple to avoid it.

He really didn't really want to hurt this child, but he wanted to scare people. Unexpectedly, while he was flying down, the child stopped playing, and the green bamboo leaves of the fingertips were shot. The thin bamboo leaves were instantly broken into hundreds of filaments at his fingertips.

Almost instantaneously, the hundred filaments were precisely directed toward the blunt blunt.

The wind is like stagnation.

Chu nightning stood up, at the same time, a hundred paragraphs of blunt stabbing turned into a powder when he was around.

Gray smoke is gone!

Xue Meng was stunned, standing in the same place, his face was green and red, and half of the words could not be said.

The childish child in front of her eyes raised her eyelashes, and the silver-blue disciple dressed and fluttered. He smiled at Xue Meng: "Is it still here?"

Xue Meng: "..."

"The knife is fierce, but there is no rule. Too much arrogance."

Xue Meng opened his mouth and closed it.

Chu night Ningdao: "Re-come from the spirit of the past, you dance again according to my song, I blow a section, you hit a style, can not be faster."

Being pointed by the child, Xue Meng's face is even more ugly. He bites his lips and is not moving. He does not urge him, but waits for him to wait until Xue Meng can lay down his body for practice. He would rather listen to one. The words of a half-child.

After waiting for a while, Xue Meng suddenly stunned and slammed his sword, turned his sword and turned away.

Chu night Ning sees him with a negative air, his expression is slightly dim. The heart, Xue Meng can not be taught with humility, it is a pity...

However, when I didn't finish it, I saw him pick up a branch of the ground. When I turned around, I had a bad tone: "That, then I used the branches, and I will hit you."

Chu night Ning paused, smiled with a lip, and he nodded: "Good."

Xue Meng took a piece of bamboo leaves for him, wiped it clean, and handed him: "Hey, little brother, give you this."

In this way, it becomes a "children" and becomes a "little brother"?

Chu nightning looked at him with a funny smile, took the leaves, sat back on the stone, and slowly blew it up. Xue Meng is anxious, and there is a move in the knife that empties and sweeps. When you turn around in the air, you can even stab six times and then hit it. However, Xue Meng always can not grasp the degree, often even stabbed more than ten, this only hit a blow, and that blow has missed the best time.

For five or six consecutive times, Xue Meng did not dance, the more urgent the heart, the more the eyebrows tightened.

He was worried, but he saw the child sitting on the stone and blowing bamboo leaves. When he was young, he was calm and relaxed, and he complained at all. He could not help but feel embarrassed.

So I got up and tried to practice it several times, and gradually found some feelings in the music. Xue Meng did not think that he was happy, and then pranced and spurred. When the moon was overhanging, when the time was too late, he could finally make no mistakes and completely cut the knife.

Sweat condensed in his dark eyebrows, Xuemen Napa wiped, and said with great joy: "Today's thanks to you. Little brother, who is your elder disciple? You are so powerful, why didn't I know you before?"

Chu nightning has long thought about it. There are so many disciples of the elders, and even he himself may not remember all the disciples. Therefore, he put away the bamboo leaves and smiled slightly: "I am a sergeant."

Xue Meng seems to be quite disdainful, and sighed: "Oh, that broken king."

"Tragic king?"

"Ah, I am sorry." Xue Meng misunderstood the accident in the eyes of Chu Xiaoning, thinking that it was because he scorned the teacher's respect and made the other party unhappy.

He smiled and said: "A private name. You have too many apprentices, and the people who come to it are not rejected. The tattered saying that he has received the talented apprentices, not that the elders are not good, small Brothers don't mind."

Chu nightning: "... In your private, often give the elders a nickname?"

The author has something to say:

Xue Meng: I met a child today, it is very powerful, but I always feel that something is wrong.

Xue Zhengxuan: (A panic in the heart) Where is wrong?

Xue Meng: Look at my eyes is not right.

Xue Zhengxuan: ...maybe you are provoked by others... It is normal to notice that you are...

Xue Meng (roaring table) no! He saw no worship in my eyes! Do you know the feeling that a child who is less than a meter can look down on the gas field?

Xue Zhengyi:.........