Eighty-second bowl of soup (2)

"Then he is in the door, what does he usually do? I have only seen people wearing blue and purple robes, why is he wearing a green robe?"

"You don't know anything about that. We Tiandaozong is the only one who wears a blue robe. The blue robe is a second-class disciple, and the purple robe is a third-class disciple. But the one who wears the blue robe is not as good as our dog!" Female When the disciple talked about Zhan Li, his tone and expression were full of disgust. "A person like him is still dead. What's the point of lingering in this way? Does he really think that one day, the real head can accept him as a disciple?"

"Yes, he is obviously a monster, but he is so cold every day, as if he is noble. In fact, he is what he is, and he is not worthy of giving us shoes."

"Yeah, I wish he died quickly, otherwise it would be too annoying to watch every day."

Female disciples, you talked with each other, and the conversation was full of disgust and dislike for Zhanlu. It seems that the existence of this person in the Tiandaozong is a great insult to these disciples. Who wants to have the same door with such a monster? I really don't know how the real head still keeps him. If such a person is killed directly, it will be over.

All of them are charming and beautiful, but when it comes to killing, they are as natural as three meals a day. For some reason, Qing Huan lost his appetite, and said to them: "I'll go and have a look. You can go in and wait for me. Remember to leave a copy for me if it is delicious." After finishing speaking, she turned around and went not far. The bushes ran over.

"Eh--"

"Forget it, don't call her. She is just soft-hearted. You will know when she is bitten by the monster." A female disciple curled her lips. "That's not a human being, it's a beast, and it doesn't wear a chew."

The female disciples huddled together and laughed and went into the dining room. Qinghuan followed the sound to find her. She only heard the roar of wild beasts, and the laughter of a few men. They didn’t hear it from beginning to end. Talk to the monster called Zhanlu or begging for mercy.

Even though she had seen a lot of disgusting and angering things, when Qing Huan saw the state of Zhan Li at the moment, she still couldn't help the anger that surged in her heart.

Those spotless male disciples dressed in white are actually facing such a child-is he a child? He was seven or eight years old at most, and his Tsing Yi had long been rotten. He was all dirty and unkempt, only his eyes were shiny. But at this moment he fell to the ground, some of his feet were stepping on his face, some on his stomach, and some on his crotch. The young man roared in pain and anger at their feet, but he didn't seem to be able to speak. He dug deep into the soil with his hands, and the thorns on the bush pierced him all over.

What really made Qing Huan angry was the noble-looking male disciples in white, all raising their hem and peeing at the young man.

The young man knew this was a great insult, so he struggled madly. A male disciple peed and laughed, "Aren’t you going to be a beast? Aren’t you going to bite? Come on, change it, and show it to the grandpas. Look, little beast, you really think you are a human being, let you know today, beasts have to be obedient!"

The other people also laughed, the air was full of joy and joy. The boy buried his face in the mud to avoid this humiliation. One of them wanted to kick him, but suddenly he heard a crisp and soft voice saying: This senior brother is so powerful, he is not cultivating, but he is bullying a child here."

Everyone looked up and wanted to reprimand who was nosy, but the moment they saw the person, they all lost their words.

The people who came here were dressed in white clothes like them, but the white clothes on her body seemed to be different from the others. They couldn’t tell how beautiful this girl was. They only knew that her eyes were gleaming like stars in the night sky, her hair was as dark and thick as the night, and her lips were smiling slightly like spring petals. They are ashamed of themselves.

"Brothers are not going to eat, what are you doing here?"

Everyone realized that their clothes were untidy, and they hurriedly sorted out their clothes, and walked slowly, Qinghuan, one of the men saw that she seemed to be interested in the little beasts on the ground, regardless of her previous shameful behavior, and hurriedly said: "Sister, you Don't be fooled by this little beast's appearance, he just pretended to be like this on purpose to arouse your compassion. If you get close to him, he will bite you!"

He took a bite of a little beast, and it was really unhappy that Qing Huan listened. "He doesn't have a name, why do you call him that way?"

"This junior girl doesn't know something." Another person replied, still staring straight at Qinghuan. There are so many hills and many disciples. It was the first time they saw this junior girl. It was really beautiful. The other beautiful juniors were really eclipsed in front of her. "This little beast's name is Zhanlu. He is the son of a wolf ghost and a monk. Isn't he half a beast? If he is anxious, he will show his fangs and claws to bite people!"

"In that case, let him go, why bully him?"

"This is a long story. Today we come to teach this little beast, it is also because he stole a bun from the kitchen and bit some of our sisters." The man shook his head and sighed, "What an unfamiliar one. The white-eyed wolf, the teachers and sisters think he is pitiful, so they want to take care of him. Who knows that he doesn’t know what’s good or bad, and even hurt them. I really can’t bear it, so I wanted to teach him and let him know how great, in the future. Don't dare to do it again."

Qing Huan listened to him farting, and didn't talk to them, only smiled at them: "Brothers don't go to dinner anymore. Once the evening class time comes, they have nothing to eat."

She stretched out her hand and pointed casually, and several men turned and walked in that direction as if they had lost their souls, unable to say a word. Qing Huan was too lazy to talk to them. She looked at the dirty little child who was still lying on the ground and sighed softly. They were just such a little child. This group of people was really worthless monks, without the slightest mercy. My heart, I want to become an immortal, and don't think of such a good thing in my next life.

She squatted down, picked up a branch and poked Zhan Li. "Can you still move?"

Before her voice fell, the other party opened her mouth and bit her. Qing Huan saw the sharp fangs in his mouth. Fortunately, she was prepared. There were a few wooden sticks on the ground, which were probably left by the male disciples when they played Zhanli. , She held it in her hand and put it in when the child opened her mouth, which happened to be stuck between the sharp canine teeth.

Awesome, the head is too stable.

Zhan Li was stuck and grabbed in a panic. Qing Huan poked him with a branch again: "Don't do it, go, I will take you to wash it, let's talk about it after washing, you are dirty."

She didn't touch him. Zhan Li seemed to understand this. He wowed his teeth and claws against Qing Huan, and Qing Huan drew away sensitively. He felt that the child was doing bad things in a muffled voice. If it weren't for her agility, he would have done it before. A piece of meat was bitten off, so don't want this clothes now.

But she wisely avoided, and taking advantage of the wooden stick stuck in Zhan Li's teeth, untied the belt and tied him into a zongzi, leading all the way.

Zhan Lu staggered behind her, desperately anxious, Qing Huan took him to the nearest stream, this is evening class time, no disciples will come over. But Zhan Li didn't want to get into the water at all, so he stood up to the body covered... and stared at her.

Qing Huan kicked him into the stream.

Then she began to rejoice that it was downstream.

She didn't worry that Zhan Li would be ruined. How could a person with such a pair of eyes fear to live? As long as he can survive, he will become stronger one day, and he will step on the people who have insulted him and let them know what fear is.

Even if he could not speak, even if he could not resist, the light in his eyes never faded, and the flame never went out.

It was these eyes that moved Qing Huan.

She watched the child stubbornly standing motionless in the stream, and sighed: "Can you wash it well? How can it be clean if you don't wash it? I will tell you that after you wash it up, I will take you to eat delicious food."

After she finished speaking, she saw the child's eyes lit up, but she still didn't say a word, so she increased her bargaining chip: "There are also those who bullied you just now. You have cleaned it up. I will teach you how to beat them. I will definitely not let you suffer. "

Fortunately, although the child could not speak, he could understand what she was talking about, but he didn't seem to be able to take a bath, because his palm had a mat, Qing Huan understood why those people called him a monster. Zhan Li's appearance is very similar to humans, but his eyes are vertical pupils, his mouth has canine teeth, and the back of his hands are similar to ordinary martial arts, but his palms have flesh pads, just like animals.

Plus his temperament, like a wolf.

He didn't know how to take a bath, so Qing Huan had to press his head with a branch and let him soak in the water for a while. After guessing that the smell was removed, she juggled out a piece of saponaria. Unexpectedly, the smell of saponins might be relatively strong, and Zhan Li took the initiative to sink into the water as soon as he smelled it, and refused to let Qing Huan touch him anyway, let alone help him take a bath.

She obviously didn't bring anything, but she took out a lot of things from the left to the right - combs, scissors, bath towels, shower gel, shampoo... In short, she didn't know anything about Zhan Li. Therefore, he was very alert, staring at Qing Huan firmly, and threatened her with his canine teeth.

"When the stick is taken out, it starts to be arrogant, right?" Qing Huan glanced at him, "Come here."

Zhan Li refused.

Qing Huan didn't want to use violence against him. It was just a coincidence that the stick was put into his mouth just now. She squatted down by the stream, and Zhan Li immediately followed her.

She untied her clothes, and Zhan Li also resolved.

Qing Huan: "..." It turned out to be unwilling, is it not?

But she can't teach it by hand, she doesn't want to take a bath. I had no choice but to take advantage of Zhan Li's concentrated attention, and directly pushed the person to the side of the stream. With a strip of clothes, Qing Huan's hand froze, showing a white and tender body covered in scars.

Even if he is a product of wolf ghosts and humans, he is still a child.