The strongest husband in the world

Xiao Budian said dissatisfiedly, staying in Butian Pavilion these days is really boring.

"Don't complain, new disciples start from the bottom, otherwise why would they teach you bone inscriptions and treasure skills, unless you are talented enough to scare people to death, you can be taken seriously."

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy said.

"All right!"

The little boy nodded, he has been looking at the medicine field eagerly for the past few days, when will it be his turn to water it?

Xiao Budian has approached Yang Yu several times to discuss how to pick those elixir, but after talking several times, he found that the chances are slim, unless Yang Yu is allowed to enter the elixir field and use the system storage space to collect the elixir.

The two of them were looking forward to entering the elixir field every day, but it was a pity that they didn't make it once.

In the end, Yang Yu couldn't wait any longer. He stood up, clasped his hands together, and stepped out of the area where three thousand disciples lived. With his eyes closed, he was dressed in a white robe and had an ethereal aura, as if he were a master monk.

Passing through the gate guarded by a disciple, Yang Yu entered the genius camp, looking at all the young girls aged fourteen or five, Yang Yu continued to call on the Dharma, and stared at each of the female disciples with shining eyes.

Men and women in the wilderness developed very early, and they were already adults at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and their bodies were plump, just like the graceful Goddess of War of the Zhulu Academy, who was only 16 years old.

In the Genius Camp, every girl is an elite among the big clan, every one is white and clean, and she looks really good. Wearing plain clothes and long skirts is a pretty sight.

"Little monk, where are your eyes looking? How can a little monk look so sexy!"

A female disciple finished cultivating bone inscriptions and said angrily when she saw Yang Yu's appearance.

"This female benefactor, the poor monk is right. I passed by here today, and I saw that the senior sisters are as beautiful as gods, dancing like fairies when practicing bone inscriptions, so I was attracted, so I stopped to appreciate."

Yang Yu clasped his hands together and said very "politely".

"You are a monk. Even if you watch some fairies dance, even if they are beautiful, you, a little monk, can't watch them. It's against the rules!"

With a smile on the corner of the girl's mouth, she giggled.

"You fairies are so beautiful, the poor monk is willing to break the precept once." Yang Yu lowered his head slightly and said seriously.

"You little monk, why do you talk sweeter than honey? Are you a flower monk?"

Another girl said curiously.

"The poor monk just admires the beautiful scenery, nothing else."

Yang Yu curled his lips and said, these chicks are obviously happy, why are they still struggling here.

"Little monk, hurry up, or we will ask your master to beat you up, saying that you have broken the lust ring!"

A girl smiled.

"Yes, yes, leave quickly..."

Several lively girls spoke, thinking it was fun.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is gone."

Yang Yu was very speechless, cast a dharma call, turned and left directly.

"Hehe, what an interesting little monk..."

The girls looked at Yang Yu's back and laughed coquettishly.

"The women outside are really difficult to serve. They are already boasting about their happiness, but they still drive me away. Isn't it just to see..."

Yang Yu wandered around, complaining, "It's better for Huniu and the others."

Yang Yu didn't go back to the place where the three thousand disciples lived, but continued to wander in the Butian Pavilion, looking for places that might be rewarding, but he didn't meet any chance except meeting some disciples and elders.

On the other hand, on a road, I saw a group of young girls with outstanding temperament gathering at a distance. Some of the girls were so beautiful that Yang Yu took a second look.

For a few days, Yang Yu has been wandering in the Butian Pavilion, looking around, visiting places and calling people when he meets people, chatting for a while and then wandering.

In five or six days, except for a few places that were strictly guarded and not allowed to go, Yang Yu visited every place. Everyone in Butian Pavilion knew that there was a little monk who was free and had nothing to do.

Yang Yu has become famous in Butian Pavilion these days, making everyone remember him.

Although it is not because of Yang Yu's strength that he is remembered, but at least he is remembered in this way. Yang Yu can be regarded as a "respectable" figure in Butian Pavilion.

Every day, Yang Yu and Xiao BuDian did not meet each other, fearing that Butian Pavilion and interested people would find out their identities, and then they would be caught and slapped their asses.

Until a few days later, Xiaobudian suddenly became quiet and lived peacefully every day, which surprised Yang Yu very much.

For several days in a row, Xiao BuDian was honest and obedient, especially at night, never going out, just sitting cross-legged on the roof to swallow the heavenly essence and refine the stars, and went to sleep when sleepy.

On the sixth night, Xiao BuDian suddenly frowned, sat up abruptly, and shouted in an instant: "Ghost!"

The gray-haired old man did not know when he had already come, standing in front of his bed, staring at him with empty eyes, black blood dripping from his head, and the ancient sword was murderous.

In the dead of night, such a cry spread far and wide, and the nearby disciples were startled. A group of people woke up and sat up quickly.

Fu Qiu, who was sleeping soundly, was frightened by the voice and jumped up, his fur stood on end, and he jumped up from the small pillow in a daze.

"boom!"

It bumped into the old man's head all at once, grabbed the gray hair, and just looked at the empty eyes, it immediately screamed, haired immediately, crawled and climbed onto the top of his head, Then it fell on his shoulder again, and finally rolled his eyes hard and almost passed out.

The little one jumped up all of a sudden, grabbed the fur ball by its tail, carried it over, smashed the window and rushed out.

There was a lot of movement here, which shocked many people, and many houses were lit up:

"What's wrong, who is screaming, what happened?"

"Who is it, why is it disturbing in the middle of the night, affecting others' rest?!"

Many people rushed out to find the source of the sound.

"Here, come here, everyone, I will introduce a new friend to you."

Xiao Budian yelled, forced himself to be calm, and wanted to give everyone a "surprise".

The gray-haired old man was as silent as a ghost, and he had already approached him, staring at him blankly.

If it's really a ghost, three thousand teenagers gathered together, full of yang energy, can't they scare you away?

This is a small mind, and of course it is also based on the idea of ​​sharing difficulties and having a strange "uncle" and everyone coming together to "recognize each other".

"Hey, what are you yelling about?"

A group of teenagers rushed in, looked at him strangely, and turned a blind eye to the gray-haired old man.

Xiao Budian was dumbfounded, and said: "You are all so courageous, are you not afraid at all?"