Chapter 982: The feeling of picking up a chosen girl as an apprentice
The wind and snow have stopped, the world is covered with heavy makeup, and the traces of the war have long been covered.
On the platform, one person and one dog became a snowman and a snowdog. Only two pairs of eyes were exposed, looking into the distance with indifference. This was the afterglow after the murder and the loneliness and boredom in this world.
"Creak..."
The figure is getting closer and closer, and when it reaches the stage, it is a small figure, wearing a shabby little cotton-padded jacket, with messy hair, and a pair of bare feet that are cold Her face was red, and she was holding an oil paper bag in her hand. She was the homeless little beggar girl in Bairi City.
She first looked up at the stage and said in a childish voice: "Brother Saint, are you dead?"
There was no response, then she walked around in a circle and climbed up the stage with difficulty along the tall steps. , approached cautiously, and saw the two pairs of eyes. He was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a "ah" sound. The oil paper bag in his hand fell into the snow, and he opened the bag, revealing a cold roast chicken.
A big hand suddenly stretched out, picked up the roasted chicken, put it in the tip of his nose and smelled: "The marinade is too heavy, and the original chicken flavor has been lost."
"Yes. !” The voice next to him started to roar, melting the snow around the dog’s mouth.
Then, without any politeness, one person and one dog were separated, and the chewing sound of "bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah" spread far and wide in the snowy night.
The little beggar girl got up, as if she was no longer afraid, squatting in front, holding her cheeks, watching one person and one dog eating chicken, her big black and white eyes sparkling, and she grinned, showing two rabbit teeth.
Xin Zhuo spit out the chicken bones and asked casually: "How old are you and what is your name?"
The little beggar girl timidly said: "I am seven years old and I have no name. They call me I'm a bastard, I know this is not a good thing."
"Bastard?" If my mother runs away, I will have no home!”
Xin Zhuo said: "Yichunyuan? This does not seem to be a serious family."
The little beggar girl tilted her head and said: "But... my mother said that we are a very good family. My mother and aunts They have helped many helpless uncles, uncles, and grandfathers spend many helpless nights. If there is a Bodhisattva in the world, they are Bodhisattvas."
Xin Zhuoran nodded and said: "Well, they are indeed female Bodhisattvas, but when your mother ran away, why didn't you take her with you?"
The little beggar girl sighed: "She said that the place she went to was very dangerous, but it was safe here. , after everyone leaves, there is a lot of food here."
Xin Zhuo was silent for a moment and said, "Your mother is a good mother, so where is your father?"
The little beggar girl curled her lips and said: "My mother said that I have one hundred and thirty-seven fathers, but they have all gone to far away places!"
Xiao Huang couldn't help but said: "It's so scary, why are you There will be so many fathers?”
The little beggar girl said seriously: “My mother said that in the year and month she was pregnant with me, she met one hundred and thirty-seven uncles, all of whom could be me. Dad! "
Xin Zhuo and Xiao Huang looked at each other, it makes sense!
Xin Zhuo threw away the finished roast chicken bones, wiped the oil stains with snow, and waved: "Come, I will braid your hair in exchange for your roast chicken."
The little beggar girl nodded, approached cautiously, and turned her back.
Xin Zhuo stretched out his hands, Ma Liu skillfully combed and braided her hair, and soon the outline of a double-eared bun appeared.
Xiao Huang's dog eyes were wide open. Even though he knew that his master could braid his hair, but...this is a pair of hands that had killed millions of aliens. How could they do such a delicate job? Tell him about it. Does anyone believe it?
Xin Zhuo's hands sped up and he finished knitting in the blink of an eye. He pinched the dirty face of the beggar girl: "Look, she is so beautiful..."
Before he finished speaking, his face turned pale. Suddenly, he immediately stretched out his two fingers to press on the little girl's Tianling Cap, and his face gradually showed a trace of solemnity and shock.
He let go of his hand, his expression kept changing, and then a kind smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said gracefully: "Do you want to learn martial arts? The kind that flies into the sky?"
The little girl blinked: "Yes! "
"How about you kowtow a few times and drink a bowl of water?" Xin Zhuo was very interested.
The little beggar girl knelt down and kowtowed seven or eight times, then tilted her little face and waited.
Xin Zhuo cautiously summoned a bunch of water from the Moon Watching Well, drank it for her, and said with a smile: "How about I... give you a name for your teacher?"
The little beggar girl's eyes lit up: "Okay! Okay!"
"The name must be poetic and picturesque..."
Xin Zhuo looked at the heavy snow in the sky and leisurely recited many sad words. Poetry: "Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared... It must be the drunken gods who smashed the white clouds... The white snow is nothing like it, not like catkins blowing up in the wind..."
The little yellow eyes are very bright.
The little beggar girl also knows about poetry, and the brothel has no shortage of these. Her little face is rosy, and she is so happy. "I know the snow is heavy late at night, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo every now and then..." Xin Zhuo let out a long sigh, but before he could finish his meaning, he changed his tone and said, "How about calling me Goudan? It's easy to feed!"
"Uh..." Xiao Huang was shocked, so why do you read so many poems?
The little beggar girl curled her lips and was about to cry.
Xin Zhuo laughed quickly and said: "This is a nickname, how about the real name Zhao Feixue? Zhao... is the surname of a fairy-like woman, and Fei is the name of another woman. Snow is suitable for today's weather, so Together they are Zhao Feixue!”
The little beggar girl then broke down in laughter and kowtowed again: “Thank you, Master, for the name!”
Xin Zhuo patted her head: "Go back and find a place to sleep. Come tomorrow night, I will open your martial arts for you and teach you how to fly into the sky!"
With a wave of his hand, "Goudan" followed. The wind flew into the distant city.
Xiao Huang looked at Xin Zhuo with a puzzled look: "Master, why did you think of accepting a disciple? This is not your style!"
"What happened to me accepting a disciple? Yinxu warriors can accept disciples. I, a dignified saint, an old man who is nearly a hundred years old, accept a disciple just for fun. The king of heaven is here, can you tell me a bad word? "
Xin Zhuo called out to Wangyue Well and looked at it. He sighed at a brand new sacrifice, and could only describe his mood at this moment as envy, jealousy, and hatred.
He was born with the three major mutations of "Ice", "Thunder" and "Wind" and complete the five elements of Qi. If it were the original Great Zhou, he could be called a god-like "Shin Dao Zi".
Not only that, there is something in this little girl's Yuan Chen Palace, something extremely terrifying, something that is not in the Five Elements, not a warrior, not an immortal.
According to Wangyuejing's "Note", when this little girl waits for the Saint Realm in the future, it will be hers!
This bastard "Wangyuejing" left himself here. I'm afraid that in addition to practicing, there is also the reason for this little girl. The water in the well has been inexplicably rising and falling in the past few days.
But, how could a prostitute in a small frontier town give birth to such a child that defies nature?
...
Deep in the abyss of hundreds of tribes.
In the rocks in the valley where ten saints sat cross-legged and discussed that day, there were now thirteen people.
Ten are lying down and three are sitting cross-legged.
“The Hunyuan Saint, the nine-color true energy, the five holy patterns, the natural divine power, the magic all over the body, the magic and martial arts cultivation, and the ability to cross the border and fight against the three great saints without falling behind..."
Lin Xiutian, the young master of the "Qinglin Clan" who wore feminine makeup and raised his orchid fingers, but did not look feminine, looked around at the crowd of saints from various tribes, and all he said were shocking praises.
No! This is not a compliment, it is the real ability of the human boy who protects the formation alone. No matter how old he is, he cannot belittle him against his will.
Naxing Xing was in great pain, and couldn't help but curse: "How could the human race pick up such a monster? Even the Green Emperor of the human race recorded in the book of my barbarian ancestors is nothing more than this!"
"Compared with Qinghuang, I passed!"
Lin Xiutian said: "In short, it is difficult to break this formation."
The lying Suhu cursed: "Ten clans and thirteen saints were blocked by a boy. Will anyone believe it?" The death orders issued by the ancestors are as follows: It’s been a few months since it was discovered, so I’m afraid it’s hard to explain!”
Lin Xiutian said: “However, we really have nothing to do with this person. The key is that within a radius of 100,000 miles and even in the entire south, all races are powerful. Masters above Saint level , now we are all going to attack the human race’s Jiu Sihai Formation, what can we do?”
Su Xing said in a deep voice: “The Snow Wing Clan’s most precious ancient immortal Gu seems to be here!”
Linglong decisively said. Rejection: "Not unless absolutely necessary." It can be used. It is not the end yet. After all, this person is unable to defeat his four legs with his two fists. He has exhausted his true energy and does not give him a chance to breathe. He will not be able to do it in one month and three months, and he will not be able to do it in three months and one year. Naturally, Can be killed or broken! ”
A group of people nodded: "Okay!"
...
"The formation is dead, but the people are alive. I'm afraid it will be difficult to do next..."
Night Deeply, Xin Zhuo circulated for several days, watched the Danhai for a long time, looked at the night sky, and said: "Xiao Huang, to tell you the truth , I am using them to practice. If it remains so indestructible, I am afraid that they will invite experts, great sages or even holy kings, then they will have no chance and even their lives will be lost.
Or, if they don’t attack, they will go to another small formation, and the food here will be tasteless!”
The little yellow eyes rolled and said: "Show them weakness, such as weakness visible to the naked eye, dejection, a little bit of a miss, a candle in the wind, in danger, life is at stake, the oil is exhausted... always give them hope, Has the master forgotten this?”
“You know how to use words!”
Xin Zhuo stretched himself.
(End of this chapter)