After a brief look touched.

The little monk lowered his head indifferently and looked away.

What kind of experience can make a child, who is just fifteen or sixteen, have such a look?

Yi Lin looked at the other party's bare head and suddenly understood something and kept silent.

And on the side.

Zen Master Kuye held Wang Xiaohu's hand tightly, and he did not let go for a long time. After being rejected by Wang Xiaohu again, he looked quite regretful.

"What a pity, what a pity!"

The old monk sighed to the sky, looking desperate.

Wang Xiaohu felt even more uncomfortable now.

This is a blessing for a meal!

Without that meal, Wang Xiaohu would have starved to death.

But he can't be a monk in order to repay his kindness, right?

He is a single pass from the Wang family.

If you want to become a monk, will the Wang family be the last one?

Neither must be nor must be.

If my parents know, they wouldn’t have to run out of Qingniu Village and kill themselves?

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaohu pulled out his hands and comforted him: "Master, even if Xiaohu is not a monk, he can still enter Dali Temple."

"Oh? How?"

When Zen Master Kuye heard that there was a way to compromise? So he became interested.

Wang Xiaohu just said casually, but he didn't know any compromise. Seeing that Kuye Zen Temple did not seem to give up on the plan to pull him to the Buddha, he looked at Yi Lin as if he wanted help.

Yi Lin thought this scene was very interesting, so she interrupted: "How about being a sweeping monk who works and gets wages, but not worships Buddha?"

Zen Master Kuye: “…”

Wang Xiaohu: “…”

"Speaking of it," Jian Nanchun walked forward and looked at Yi Lin: "Who are you?"

When Jian Nanchun asked this, Yi Lin had not had time to answer.

There was a rare fluctuation on Junior Sister Bingshan's cold face. The corners of her mouth raised slightly and she whispered: "He is a half-baked monk. Is the senior brother really not aware or fake?"

"Cultivator?" Jian Nanchun's face changed when he heard this, and his eyes narrowed. Yi Lin felt something swept over him in an instant. Yi Lin resisted the urge to punch Jian Nanchun again, lowered his head, and did not speak, as if he didn't know.

After a moment.

Yun Danfengqing, who had been deliberately keeping Jian Nanchun finally couldn't hold back, and his face looked a little ugly: "How is it possible? I was attacked at Sanpinxuan a few days ago..."

"Senior brother was attacked?"

Junior Sister Bingshan frowned and said that, I didn’t listen to you about this.

Jian Nanchun knew that he had accidentally let it go, but he quickly explained: "Senior Brother means that when I was in Sanpinxuan... I was waiting for my junior sister in the table and sipped tea, I met with the two little kids, but at that time I clearly used my spiritual consciousness to investigate. There was no breath that cultivators should have on them."

"So, what's the moment?" the junior sister asked again.

Jian Nanchun looked at his junior sister again without any face, shook his legs, and murmured to himself: "How is that possible? Now this guy clearly has a faint aura, and he is already the first to practice Qi. In just a few days..."

The junior sister nodded. It seemed that it was not because of the mistakes of the senior brother, but because of this boy. She stared at Yi Lin and Wang Xiaohu with a look of scrutiny. Wang Xiaohu might not feel anything, but Yi Lin felt very uncomfortable.

In the past, he was the only one who stared at others with such eyes, and no one dared to stare at him with such eyes.

But Yi Lin has a good mentality, and it is no big deal if she is eaten by a dog. After a little thought, Yi Lin took out the ancient books he passed down from his arms and still looked at Jian Nanchun: "I have taken time to see the secret books he passed down these days. Somehow, I've been practicing like this."

Jian Nanchun took a quick look and the tattered ancient books of the Lin family fell into his hands. The junior sister Bingshan seemed to be very interested in Yi Lin's origin and approached Jian Nanchun a little. Jian Nanchun smelled the fragrance of flowers floating from the junior sister beside her and felt a little fluttering.

But he didn't dare to show this on his face. So Jian Nanchun, with a stern face and righteous spirit, began to look through the ancient books handed over by Yi Lin.

At first, Jian Nanchun didn't care, but as he flipped through, he found something was wrong.

This so-called "ancestral secret book" lacks articles and is obscure and difficult to understand. If he hadn't been an inner monk of the Tianjian Sect, he had read many classics in the sect, and might not have understood the ancient texts that came to his door.

Is it really a fucking someone who can cultivate his breath with this book?

impossible!

Jian Nanchun shook his head vigorously, subconsciously feeling that it was impossible.

Anyone with a little brain will not find a broken ancient book to practice.

That's asking for death.

After reading for a long time, Jian Nanchun didn't see any mystery, just thought it was a piece of rag.

Finally, Jian Nanchun spoke with slightest voice: "You really dare to practice."

"Sure enough, his breath was in chaos, not like the orthodox Xuanmen, so I didn't take it to heart."

Junior Sister Bingberg nodded, as if she understood something.

"Well, it's a coincidence, and those who have fate will get it."

When Jian Nanchun said this, his expression was calm and his mouth was a bit sour.

Jian Nanchun rejoices back the ancient books of the Lin family to Yi Lin. In his opinion, if this ancient book is in the Tianjian Gate, it would be fine if it is complete, it has reference significance, but the incomplete secret books are worthless. He ignored Yi Lin anymore, turned to look at the young monk hiding beside the old monk, and smiled slightly: "The ancestors of this sect have a little connection with your elders. Jian Nanchun, a disciple of the Tianjian Gate's sword generation, will be ordered by the master's sect to escort you to the shore of the East China Sea and go to Xianshan."

When the little monk heard this, he lowered his head and did not look at everyone, but shook his head vigorously. He had been silent for a long time and finally said a complete sentence: "I...I won't go."

Yi Lin was slightly stunned.

He was just suspicious before, and when the little monk spoke in that crisp voice, Yi Lin confirmed directly.

This monk is the current Princess Daqing!

Who would have thought that a dignified princess of the Daqing Dynasty would shave off her hair, pretend to be a monk, hide in a group of monks, and go south all the way?

It's so big that it's bald!

Yi Lin secretly gave a thumbs up to the person who came up with this hidden way.

But the problem is coming, it is hidden so well, why is it exposed?

Yi Lin smiled, not pointing it out.

Jian Nanchun’s rejection of the eldest princess is difficult to understand.

If you can enter the Tianjian Gate, it is a good thing that you can't even ask for even if you kneel down. If the Tianjian Gate is so easy to enter, why did he have to pray for ten days and ten nights in the shore of the East China Sea?

The junior sister of Iceberg didn't talk much. When she saw the princess refuse, she was too lazy to explain. She directly stretched out her finger and tapped the princess. The princess suddenly froze and couldn't move. The junior sister of Iceberg opened the sword box, and a long sword emitting a terrifying cold air floated into the air. The junior sister of Iceberg held the princess in one hand, and Yingying fell on the sword.

The whole set of actions was completed in one go, extremely casual.

"It is not suitable to stay here for a long time."

Junior Sister Iceberg said, a cold light flashed in the night sky, and in an instant it turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the horizon in the north.

Jian Nanchun saw that his junior sister had left without saying a word, and immediately used the flying sword. His magic weapon was actually the oil umbrella. The oil umbrella shook and its shape turned into an ancient sword. He hurriedly stepped on the flying sword and prepared to chase his junior sister.

Yi Lin was immediately dissatisfied as Jian Nanchun was about to run away.

If you really let you run away, wouldn’t I have a vain hammer you?

So Yi Lin grabbed Jian Nanchun, who was about to take off, pulled his sleeve and smiled and said, "Take me with me."

Jian Nanchun frowned. He was concerned about his junior sister's whereabouts, for fear of getting lost. The junior sister's flying sword "Hanshuang", but he was one of the best flying swords in the Tianjian Gate that were famous for their speed. He was too late and might not be able to catch up. So Jian Nanchun was about to exert force to shake off the child who was making trouble and said coldly: "Don't mess around. If you want to enter the Tianjian Gate, see you two years later, the coast of the East China Sea will never end."

Wang Xiaohu was stunned by the side.

He had never seen Brother Lin so pesteringly.

Yi Lin's eyes turned, and Jian Nanchun probably flew away without saying anything. His mind turned around and he thought about it and said directly: "Do you want to sleep with your junior sister?"

"ah?"

Jian Nanchun bent his straight back and almost fell off the flying sword in his takeoff state.
Chapter completed!