Chapter 13: Telling a story to you must listen

"You don't want to worship my teacher as a teacher?" Bi Hong looked at her up and down, and looked at your innocent expression. "My teacher is the first strongman in the cultivation of the world, and wants to enter under his door. It’s just like a cow. He just accepts me. Just because of you...
He snorted.
Even if the teacher is willing, you don’t even have a root, how can you practice?

When Xia was suddenly stunned, "I don't have a chance to cultivate the celestials without a spiritual root?"
"Not at all..." Bi Hong still has a chance to answer in the future, but was interrupted by a slightly cold voice.
The back pool came from a distance.
"Master." Bi Hong immediately took up the shackles of Zhang Zhang, who bullied the little girl, and gave him a courtesy.
"Hey, good man, back pool! Good morning!" When he waved his paws in the summer.
"Bold, you dare to call my master's name!" Bi Hong gave her a look, a little fried hair.
"Isn't the name just called for people to call it?" What is the old man's wind?
"you……"
When I was too lazy to care for him in the summer, "After the pool, what do you mean when you just got?"
After the pool turned to look at the summer, "the avenue three thousand, each has its own way."
"You mean, I can also cultivate the immortal without the roots?"
"Ok."
"Master." Bi Hong couldn't help but interject. "But there is no spiritual root, how to introduce gas into the body? How to improve the cultivation."
"I need to practice Reiki, just because I am immersed in the spirit." He continued. "The method of entering the road is different. For example, Buddhism is the accumulation of merits, the ghosts are repaired by yin, and the magic is to kill. There is martial arts in the mortal world."
Although in addition to the magic repair, other repairers in the eyes of the monks are simply not worth mentioning. Whether it is Buddhism or ghost repair, it is very slow to practice. If it is not successful, it will be gone, let alone mortal martial arts. The life expectancy is even less than one hundred years old. So there has never been any mighty person.
But... What does it matter? My sister is happy! ~ ̄▽ ̄~
"Really? Really?" Summer is very exciting, she asks not much, can have an escape skill, "Hour pool, then... Do you have other ways of training? Can you teach me? ?"
"Let's let go!" The old man, this only one of the roadblocks jumped out again. "My master is still the ancestors of the Yuhua School. You can't even count on the Yuhua faction. Why do you learn?"
The concept of the younger brother is the most annoying! Summer is not happy.
After the pool was not slow, he took out a booklet, and he looked like he had no time to look at the summer. He didn’t know if it was an illusion. He always felt that the eyes were a bit strange. "I have the merits of martial arts." law."
When the eyes of the summer were fierce, they stuck to the book.
"But... Bi Hong said that it is not unreasonable. After all, I am a Yuhua faction. I want to pass on the people who want to pass on Yuhua. If you have the heart to learn, it is better for me to accept you..."
Did he want to accept her as a disciple, when the summer eyes brightened, ignoring the flash of light in the other's eyes. This can be! A ready-made big backer.
"I am willing!" She agreed to raise her paws.
"The teacher can't be honored!" Bi Hong, at the same time, raised his claws against it. He didn't want this little that specializes in radish to be his own sister.
"Okay, as you wish!" Houchi directly ignored his apprentice.
"Master..." Bi Hong received 10,000 points of damage. "You said that I only accept one of my apprentices."
"I really only have one apprentice."
"Then she... isn't my sister?" You have all accepted it.
"Who said that she is your sister?" Houchi looked serious. "She is your uncle."
"Ah?" What do you mean?
After the pool reached out and smashed the head of Xia Xia, still holding the face, "Hey, call my brother."
Summer: "..."
Bi Hong: "..."

The old brother who is still recovering from modern times, tells you an unfortunate news, as if someone is going to grab your position.
The first strongest person in the cultivation of the immortal world, repaired as the unfathomable Yuhua faction, to recognize her as a younger sister. For the blockbuster dropped by the back pool, Shixia and Bi Hong’s first opinion was unified, and the wind was too big, they must have tinnitus.
Well, that's right! It must be that they have misunderstood, and Houchi (Shizun) must have no interest in raising a younger sister.
After I thought about it, I left it completely behind in the summer, why should I go, until that night, she saw that a serious, unhurried climb from the window into the back pool.
The action was called a flowing stream of water, and there was no sound at all. The dust on the white clothes did not stick to it. It was still dusty, and it took two minutes for the summer to react.
"Why are you climbing the window?" She couldn't help but ask.
After the pool for a while, a serious and serious answer, "I am afraid to wake you up." Do not feel that there is nothing wrong with the night attack in the middle of the night.
"..." She stayed for a few more seconds before she remembered that she didn't seem to sleep at all, and she woke up!
What's more, the door is not closed at all. Is it necessary to climb the window for Mao? Suddenly I think this person... seems to have a pit in my head.
"What is the matter?"
His face is not red and not breathing back, "Nothing!"
Nothing, then do you climb the window to scare people?
"Since you haven't slept yet, then..." He went forward with a serious saying, "I will sleep with you?" Lie down!
"Ah? Ah!" Is this guy sick?
The back pool suddenly started, and he took it to the bed, pulled the quilt, and asked with a serious look, "Would you like to hear a story?"
"But you are not my brother!"
He didn't answer, but in the summer he faintly heard it, and there was a broken voice. Just touching the hand on her head was a stiff, the ear seemed to have a frozen sound, and the room seemed to be cold for a few dozen degrees. He had a cold face on his cold face.
Her heart sank and vaguely saw a stream of air coming out of him and burst out.
Immediately after the bang, she lived for more than a month in a small house, which was one-third less. In addition to the half-top roof above her bed, the others had turned into fly ash. As soon as I looked up, I saw the moon behind the back pool.
When Xiakou snorted, he immediately slammed the knot on the ground.
I hugged the angry person in front of me. "Brother, you are my brother who has been missing for many years!"
The person in front of him seemed to be stunned, and a hand with a chill would fall on her head again.
"...乖." Some face is satisfied, and sure enough, my sister still likes him!
"Are you still listening to the story?"
"Listen, I listen to what you say."
"Ok."
"..." When the summer seems to see the running of the old man in the sunset, that is the festival she died.

For this younger sister who has been curious for a hundred years, Houchi said that she has long been jealous.
He practiced for too long, and the people around him came and went, and only one of them was left. So at the beginning, it was not very understandable that there was a stupid lack of a girl’s face. I don't care too much about the so-called sister. But with the demon statue, the 360-degree brainwashing without a dead end, the exaggeration of his own sister, can not help but also listen to one or two points.
At first, there was only a vague concept. With the enrichment of the devil's words, a faint image appeared in his mind until the demon statue disappeared. No one was chanting the sister's goodness in his ear. The figure, like the sudden lack of the pen drawn, can no longer be formed.