"I'm here to practice. Those two old men only show up once in a few days and only teach something I have already mastered. It's a waste of time here."

A little dissatisfied opening, staying in the Butian Pavilion these days is really boring.

"Don't complain, the disciples who are new to beginners start from the bottom, otherwise, how can people teach you bones and treasures, unless you are talented enough to scare people, you can attract attention."

A fourteen or five-year-old boy Dao.

"Ok!"

Xiao Bu nodded. He has been looking at the medicine field eagerly these days. When will it be his turn to water?

Xiao Budian has contacted Yang Yu several times to discuss how to pick those elixir, but after a few talks, she found that the chance was slim, unless Yang Yu was allowed to enter the elixir field and collect elixir from the system storage space.

The two of them looked forward to entering the elixir field every day, but unfortunately they didn't even turn once.

In the end, Yang Yu couldn't wait any longer. He got up, folded his hands and stepped out of the area where the three thousand disciples lived. He closed his eyes and wore a white robe. His temperament was ethereal, and he was actually like an eminent monk.

Passing through a gate guarded by a disciple, Yang Yu entered the genius camp, looking at the fourteen-five-year-old young girls, Yang Yu kept chanting and staring at the female disciples with gleaming eyes.

Men and women in the Great Wilderness developed very early, and they had grown up at the age of fifteen or six. They had a plump body, just like the graceful figure of the war goddess of Chaolu Academy, who was only sixteen years old.

In the genius camp, every girl is an elite among the clans. Everyone is pure and white, and she is really good in length. Wearing a plain dress and long skirt is a good scenery.

"Little monk, where are your eyes, how does a little monk look silly!"

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

"This female benefactor, the poor monk is justified in this way. Today, when I walked through here, I saw all the elder sisters who are as beautiful as celestial beings, dancing like fairies when they practice bone inscriptions, so they were attracted, so I stopped and admired."

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

"You are a monk, watching any fairy dancing, even if you are beautiful, you can't watch it as a little monk, it's not in compliance!"

The girl chuckled and smiled.

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

"How can you be a little monk sweeter than honey, is it a flower monk?"

Another girl said curiously.

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

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

"Little monk, hurry up, otherwise we will ask your master to beat you up and say that you have broken your lust!"

A young girl smiled.

"Yes, right, leave quickly..."

Several lively girls spoke, thinking it was very funny.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is gone."

Yang Yu was speechless, cast a sigh, turned around and left.

"Oh, what a funny little monk..."

The girls looked at Yang Yu's back, laughing constantly.

"The women outside are really hard to serve. She's already proud of it, and she drove me away. Just take a look..."

Yang Yu wandered, complaining, "Huniu and the others are better."

Yang Yu didn't go back to the place where the three thousand disciples lived. Instead, he wandered in the Butian Pavilion, looking for a place that might be rewarded, but he didn't have any chance other than meeting some disciples and elders.

On a road, I saw a group of young girls with outstanding temperament gathering from a distance. Some of them were so beautiful that Yang Yu took a second look.

For a few days, Yang Yu had been wandering in the Mending Pavilion, watching everywhere, visiting places one by one, and when he met people, he gave a chant, talked and then wandered.

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

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

Although it was not because of Yang Yu's strength to remember, but at the very least, Yang Yu was remembered as a "head and face" figure in Butian Pavilion.

Every day, Yang Yu and Xiao Budian didn't meet each other, fearing that they would be discovered by Butian Pavilion and someone with a heart, and then they would be arrested and patted their ass.

It wasn't until a few days later that Xiao Budian suddenly became quiet, and every day was peaceful, which surprised Yang Yu.

For a few days in a row, the little ones are honest and do their duty, especially when they are late at night, they never go out. They just sit on the roof and refining the stars, and go to sleep when they are sleepy.

On the sixth night, Xiao Budian suddenly stood up, sat up and yelled: "Ghost!"

The gray-haired old man didn't know when he had already arrived. Standing in front of his bed, his hollow eyes stared at him blankly, with black blood dripping from his head, that ancient sword was murderous.

In the quiet of the night, the sound of such a sound spread far and wide, and the nearby disciples were all disturbed. A group of people woke up and quickly sat up.

The fur ball, who was sleeping soundly, was naturally frightened by the voice, and his whole body exploded, and he jumped up from his childhood pillow in confusion.

"boom!"

It slammed into the old man’s head, grabbed the gray hair, and looked at the hollow eyes. It screamed, and immediately became furry, and climbed on top of his head. Then he fell on his shoulder, and finally rolled his eyes hard and almost fainted.

Xiaoshidian was full of air-conditioning, and suddenly jumped up, grabbed the furball's tail, carried it over, and then smashed the window and rushed out.

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

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

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

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

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

The little one yelled, calmed himself, and wanted to give everyone a "surprise".

The gray-haired old man was like a ghost, silent and silent. He had already arrived close to him, just looking at him stunnedly.

If it's a ghost, three thousand young people gather together, so yang, can't you scare you away?

This is a small mind, and of course it is also in the spirit of having difficulties, and there is a strange mind of "uncle" everyone "recognizing" together.

"Hey, what are you yelling?"

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

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

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