Reality Mu Chun couldn't, so he had to move the small water hole to a Dòng mansion on the mountainside. It was said that the mansion was a place where the ancestors retreated and practiced, and could withstand the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.

But in this way, Yan Zhengming's delicate hair combing girls are no longer stubborn.

Their heaviest job in Yan Zhengming's gentle township is combing their hair, making fragrance, and serving flowers and plants. How can they stand the tossing of such a small thing? What's more, the old senior is probably a hard worker, there is no hair in the house, the chuáng is a big hard rock, the chair is a hard small rock... Is this a place for people to stay?

Several beauties rushed to the sect head with pear blossoms, crying and crying, announcing that they would rather die.

In a fit of anger, Master Mu Chun ordered several apprentices to take turns to bring their apprentice sister, who was born with great intelligence. Who asked them to make trouble and bring people back?

The apprentices were punished and had to take turns to harm... No, take care of the small puddles.

Needless to say, Han Yuan was a beggar who was born as a beggar. In just one day, he turned his extraordinary Shuikeng junior sister into a quasi-beggar, and made her wrapped in strange-looking diapers from head to toe. Rolled all over in ashes.

Because her greedy fourth senior brother "curiously" tasted most of her milk paste, when the master went to observe at night, he found that the girl who was not full was opening a toothless mouth, ready to bite one The fleshy big caterpillar.

Even Cheng Qian, who seemed to be relatively stable, was unreliable. When it was his turn, Cheng Qian moved his homework to the dòng mansion. After finishing his homework, he found that there were some notes left by seniors here, although there were ten Eighty-nine couldn't understand it, but he still studied it very thoroughly all night. Cheng Qian became serious, unmoved and focused, completely forgetting the existence of the younger sister. When he came back to his senses, he found that the younger sister had fallen asleep with dry milk and pitiful tears on her face.

The one who can toss the most is Yan Zhengming. He led seventeen or eight Taoist boys to the Xiaoshuikeng Dòng mansion in search of revenge. Standing at the door, he directed the Taoist boys round and round, refusing to walk half a step. Every time the unfortunate child finished urinating, her senior elder brother left eight feet away with a face of death, and ordered the Daotong to wash her from head to toe three or five times. The puddle girl was soaked in water all day. With three pounds of incense on his body, he successfully stunned a passing bee.

There is also the most outrageous Li Yun-Li Yun felt that it was very pitiful for the younger sister to have short arms and short legs and to walk unsteadily, so she put a few drops of golden clam water on her, tied a rope around her neck, and held her Junior Sister Toad walked halfway around the mountain...

After this battle, Master Mu Chun no longer dared to give the puddle to any of his apprentices - that was his life after all.

She had to find someone to make a basket, carrying the demons on her back every day, poisoning her audio-visual with all kinds of strange scriptures.

☆, Chapter 19

Generally, teenagers who grow up together will naturally mix together and become small, but the cubs on Fuyao Mountain are obviously not ordinary teenagers. Yes, it's extraordinarily sloppy... However, during a trip to the Demon Valley, the coldness and estrangement between the four brothers and sisters melted away without knowing it, and gradually revealed their true temperaments.

In this regard, the real Mu Chun was very pleased at first, but he soon discovered that it was better for the apprentices to respect each other like ice as before.

One unlucky child is just a child, two together can make a thousand ducks, three together can turn the river into the sea, as for four...

There is no peaceful day on Fuyao Mountain——

One day, Yan Zhengming, who was becoming more and more arrogant, had a whim, and he stuffed a large incense burner under the table of his juniors and disciples, and set the mission hall on fire all day long, like a big soup pot. The white dumplings that only floated on the soup pot. Every morning, I slept in the white expanse of class, and I didn't know how comfortable it was.

The shriveled Li Yun couldn't see him being so stinky, and he didn't know where to find the formula for "Ningshenxiang".

Ningshenxiang is a kind of unquestionable sidewalk, and it is not as innocent as its name. It is said that clicking a pinch on the pillow of a sleeping person can make people have a dream of chūn all night long, and it is endlessly fun.

Li Yun came up with the secret recipe, and Han Yuan volunteered to match it.

As we all know, Han Yuan is a topsy-turvy person. So far, he has not memorized the rules of the door completely. What can he cook with something that he can't even read the recipe?

What's more, this little beggar loves to innovate, and has incorporated his own ideas in a big way. He added two flavors of kitchen seasoning to it without authorization, and vividly mixed "Concentration Fragrance" into a half-half psychedelic fragrance, and then full of it. Anticipatingly, when the senior brother started "morning sleep", he stuffed it into his incense burner.

On that day, all the flowers, birds, fish and insects near the mission hall went crazy.

The two butterflies were dancing on the top of Master's head, and they couldn't chase them away. Their trembling wings seemed to be wearing a pair of women's hairpins, which were the most bells and whistles.

And Li Yun's new favorite, a big-bellied grasshopper, crawled out as if drunk, swayed a few steps, and stepped into Cheng Qian's inkstone platform by stepping on some strange light-weight exercises. The hand that wanted to dip the pen in ink hung stiffly in the air for a while, and the ink stains on the sleeves looked like black plum blossoms.

Master has never attracted bees and butterflies like this in his life. He can't read the scriptures anymore. He stuffed the puddle that he climbed onto his head to catch the butterflies into the back basket. The play caused Han Yuan to turn off the incense burner.

With a smile on his face, Han Yuan brought up the big incense burner under the table, picked up a bowl of tea and poured it up. When Li Yun snickered at the new image of the master, Cheng Qian wanted to use two pens dexterously without smiling. The grasshopper clipped out, raised his hand and threw it into the incense burner: "Junior Brother, I'll help you."

Li Yun: "Ah, don't!"

But it was already too late. The unknown species of grasshopper and Han Yuan's half bowl of tea were poured on the incense burner together. The incense burner brought by Mr. Yan had a water-avoiding spell on it. The channel and hole dòng only work. The Water Avoidance Talisman was provoked, and he immediately counterattacked, burning a slap-high flame. Li Yun's grasshopper did not know where it came from, but it was real gold and was not afraid of fire. A sharp flame flashed across the air, heading straight for Master's moustache.

A few seasonings in the incense came into play in this case - the fire grasshopper burned Master's beard into two handfuls of charred silk with a rich sauce fragrance.

On the same day, Han Yuan and Li Yun were sentenced to copy the scriptures twenty times. Yan Zhengming was the initiator. It was too outrageous to fall asleep in the morning class. It works, but Nian Zai was not intentional, and he admitted his mistake in time after the event, and survived.

For this reason, Yan Zhengming was brazen and cheeky, and stopped Cheng Qian on the way back to Qing'anju in the evening, and said sanely, "Little copper coin, I just have time today, how is your swordsmanship?"

After spending many days together, Cheng Qian has seen through this person's urination - as long as he is eating, drinking and having fun, Young Master Yan will definitely move forward bravely, and once he is allowed to sit down and learn something, he will immediately become a supportive person. Sick Xi Shi, chirp crookedly can hurt from toenails to strands of hair.

Just now, Yan Zhengming was halfway through his sword training and claimed that he had suffered from heat stroke.

He took the initiative to instruct his swordsmanship? Unless the sun rises in the west.

Sure enough, in the next moment, his senior brother stated his original purpose with all manners: "Oh, I remembered that today, the master also punished me for copying the scriptures, uh... This, it seems that I have no time for my brother. , but if you can help me copy it a few times..."

Hey, night owls come into the house and come everywhere.

So Cheng Qian threw him back without raising his head: "Senior brother, let's copy the scriptures. I don't dare to work on you for rough work like sword training, for fear of your old man's waist."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

Why can't life be just as first seen? Although his fake, but polite third junior brother could never be found again.

"Wait!" Yan Zhengming still refused to give up, he rolled his eyes and saw that there was no one around, so he raised his arm to hook Cheng Qian's neck, dragged him over, and whispered, "Write a few copies for me, I will tell you You have a secret."

Cheng Qian sighed and said earnestly, "Senior brother, there is no need to tell the younger brother the big secret of 'how to tie the belt to float'."

Without saying a word, Yan Zhengming took advantage of his tall body to hold Cheng Qian under his arm and took him away all the way—the wind was blowing under his feet, and he didn't look like he had just finished a heatstroke.

Cheng Qian seldom wandered around the top of the mountain. Every day, he went from Qing'anju to the Mission Hall at 2:00 a.m., and then from the Mission Hall back to Qing'an Residence.

Of course, he is not without curiosity, but he is extremely self-controlled, and thinks that he has not yet completed his studies, and it is ridiculous to run around. Therefore, although he knows that there are many residences left by seniors on Fuyao Mountain, he has basically never visited them.

Yan Zhengming took him to the top of the mountain all the way, and in the hunting wind, he took Cheng Qian to a strange stone that looked like a monkey: "This is it."

Cheng Qian glanced at it and wondered: "This... could it be the statue that the senior brother erected for the younger junior brother?"

Yan Zhengming said triumphantly: "Little thing, don't take advantage of your words, there are times when you beg me."

After speaking, he took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the dust along the periphery of the stone, only to see a door-shaped gap there.

Yan Zhengming put his hand on the stone door, lowered his head and closed his eyes for a moment, after a "squeak" sound, the door on the stone monkey's stomach was pushed open by him. Seeing a row of stone steps leading to the ground, it was dark.

Yan Zhengming: "Only those who can bring qi into the body can open this door. Unless you go to the master to ask the master, only I can bring you in - come with me."

After he finished speaking, he got into it with a short body.

Cheng Qian followed behind him lazily, not at all interested at first, and asked perfunctorily, "What is this place?"