In those years, the cultivators we cut together

Lin Xiaolu curled her lips, ran to Honglu Temple on two short legs for the sake of the chicken legs, complained while running that the Raksha hag was getting more and more stupid, such things could be forgotten.

There is still a distance between Taimiaokou and Honglu Temple, otherwise they would not come here in a carriage in the morning, Lin Xiaolu trotted forward all the way, because it was almost dinner time, he wanted to come back before dinner.

Running through the bustling street, the boy took a shortcut and entered an alley, walked together lightly, climbed up a three-meter-high earthen wall twice, and then rolled over and fell down.

He then came to an alley, not far away was the back gate of Honglu Temple, and was about to run there, when suddenly a man wearing a bamboo hat and whose face could not be seen clearly walked out from the haystack in front of him.

This person seemed to be waiting for the robbery, and he sneered and said, "Me."

Before he finished speaking, the little Lin Xiaolu ran past him, muttering to himself while running: "Why is this man like this? He blocked the road in broad daylight."

Man in bamboo hat:? ? ?

Is there something serious wrong with this boy?Can't you see that you are blocking the way?He actually ran over like that?Can't he see how evil he is!

"Hey! That brat!"

The man in the hat turned his head and shouted angrily, he felt that he was underestimated.

Lin Xiaolu finally stopped running when he heard the shout, turned his head to look at the man in the bamboo hat in doubt, and asked strangely:

"Are you talking to me?"

Man in bamboo hat: ...

Why does this kid look so arrogant?Didn't he realize he was a bad guy?

The somewhat depressed man in the bamboo hat looked at the boy in front of him, without thinking about it, he was going to get rid of him and go back to meet the Patriarch.

"Why are you looking for me?" Lin Xiaolu asked eagerly: "Are you going to tell me? If not, I'm leaving." He was anxious to go back and wait for dinner.

"Ha ha."

The man in the bamboo hat sneered, and suddenly raised his palm, and a thick black air gushed out from his palm.

In the alley, Lin Xiaolu looked at the black air coming towards him, his little face was full of bewilderment.

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On the other side, in the crowded Taimiaokou, Tang Xin checked the sky after giving a talent test to a child. Seeing that it was almost noon, she asked the people who lined up to leave for lunch and come back in the afternoon.

Beside him, Chen Nianyun also put down his pen and stretched his waist. Yu Chuchu gave him a tender shoulder squeeze, while Dongfangdan ate watermelon leisurely.

"Several Shangxians, lunch is here."

Not long after, Zhang Yong and several guards came over with wooden boxes, and enthusiastically brought out the meals one by one.

"The little deer hasn't come back yet, you can eat after he comes back." Tang Xin said lightly to the three children, and Chen Nianyun and Dongfang Dan also agreed.

And just as everyone was arranging the bowls and chopsticks in full swing, a middle-aged man in a black robe came to the deserted street in the distance. Behind the middle-aged man was a hunchbacked old man. , and more than 20 people wearing bamboo hats, such a group of people walking in the street looks very strange.

A guard saw the person and said with a smile: "Are you here to take part in the talent test? Come back in the afternoon."

The middle-aged man ignored the guard's words, but smiled at Tang Xin from a distance:

"Long time no see, Tang Shangxian."

When Tang Xin heard someone calling her, she raised her beautiful eyes in surprise, and then looked at the middle-aged man wondering, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man raised the corner of his mouth, and his smile became brighter: "The Patriarch of the Bai family... Bai Yao."

Tang Xin was stunned for a moment, and it took her a while to remember that the Da Yue Bai family, that loose cultivator family, was one of the loose cultivator families attached to Emei.

She got up and said with a smile: "So it's the Patriarch of the Bai family. It's been a long time."

As the middle-aged man approached, he said softly as if an old friend had reunited: "Yeah, it's really been a long time."

"Patriarch Bai came here this time, is there a younger generation of the family who wants to worship under the name of Emei?" Tang Xin asked with a smile.

While walking, the middle-aged man shook his head with a smile. He led a group of monks with bamboo hats behind him until he was not far from Tang Xin. Then, these monks with bamboo hats suddenly surrounded them.

Seeing this scene, Tang Xin frowned, her expression changed from a smile at the beginning to a serious one.

Although Chen Nianyun, Dongfangdan, and Yu Chuchu who were fiddling with the bowls and chopsticks were young, they felt something was wrong at the moment, and stood up with puzzled faces.

Even Zhang Yong and other guards of the Imperial Forest Army put their hands on the handles of their waists, ready to draw their swords at any time.

"Patriarch Bai, I don't think you will do anything that you regret."

Tang Xin's voice turned cold and her beautiful eyes showed anger.

The middle-aged man smiled, with a helpless expression on his face:

"Shangxian Tang doesn't know something. My Bai family has encountered a catastrophe and needs a lot of spiritual stones to fill the hole. I have to make such a bad plan. It makes Shangxian Tang laugh."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his palm in front of Tang Xin, and begged, "The emerald Ruyi of the head of Emei, can you lend it to the head of the family?"

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"call!"

Black air waves galloped out, blocking the entire alley, wrapping the earthen walls on both sides of the alley with cracks.

The monk in the bamboo hat released all the black air waves in one breath, then turned his head and prepared to leave. He had decided that Lin Xiaolu must die.

An eight-year-old little martial artist, it is impossible to accept his own spiritual method, he has this confidence.

"I don't know what's going on with the Patriarch. I have to hurry over there, or I'll be punished by the Patriarch."

The man in the bamboo hat walked up while talking to himself, and just as he finished speaking, he heard a wind behind him.

Um?He froze for a moment

"boom!!!"

A muffled sound came from his crotch.

The monk in the bamboo hat trembled, lowered his head in disbelief, and looked at his crotch.

He saw that in his crotch, that is, between his legs, there was a small foot wearing a road shoe standing upright, with the tip of the toe facing his face.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

In the alley, the monk in the bamboo hat covered his crotch and yelled, rolling on the ground in pain.

Lin Xiaolu, who kicked his little brother, was also unceremonious. He sat on his back, grabbed his back collar, raised his little hand and patted his head, cursing as he patted:

"It makes you crazy, makes you shy, makes you awesome, how can you be so good, and you are so fucking farting with your hands, where do you have the confidence."

After the black air blasted out just now, Lin Xiaolu, who is of super physical fitness, used all his strength to hug a moss-covered rock beside him to block in front of him, and then charged against the black air.

With the blessing of the rock and his own horizontal energy, the black energy couldn't help him at all, and that's how he got off the ground later.

The cultivator in the bamboo hat screamed loudly after being photographed. In desperation, he used the spiritual power in his body to struggle hard. He turned over and opened his mouth to Lin Xiaolu who was riding on his waist. His mouth was full of black air, and it was about to spray into Lin Xiaolu. Fawn face.

But Lin Xiaolu didn't even look at it, he just slapped him with his little hand, which directly dispelled all the blackness in his mouth, and knocked out two of his teeth.

"How dare you fart with your mouth! Who gave you the guts!"

After finishing speaking, Lin Xiaolu continued to beat violently, riding on the waist of the monk in the bamboo hat, and twitched his head violently, screaming like a pig being pulled out.