After a brief exchange of glances.
The little monk lowered his head indifferently and looked away.
What kind of experience could make a mere fifteen or sixteen years old child have such a gaze?
Irin looked at the other party's bald head and suddenly understood something. He remained silent.
At the side.
Zen Master Withered Leaf held Wang Xiaohu's hand tightly and did not let go for a long time. After being rejected by Wang Xiaohu again, he looked rather regretful.
"What a pity, what a pity, what a pity!"
The old monk looked up at the sky and sighed, looking as if he had nothing to live for.
Wang Xiaohu felt even worse now.
This was a debt of gratitude for a meal!
Without that meal, Wang Xiaohu would have starved to death.
However, he could not become a monk in order to repay the debt of gratitude, right?
He was the only son of the Wang family.
If he became a monk, wouldn't the Wang family have no descendants?
No, no, no.
If his parents found out, wouldn't they run out of Green Ox Village and beat him to death?
Thinking of this, Wang Xiaohu pulled his hand out forcefully and comforted, "Master, actually, even if Xiaohu doesn't become a monk, I can still enter the Supreme Court."
"Oh? How about that? "
Zen Master Withered Leaf heard that. There was a compromise? Hence, he was interested.
Wang Xiaohu only said it casually and did not know of any compromise. He saw that the Withered Leaf Zen Master did not seem to have given up on the idea of pulling him to the side of the Buddha, so he looked at Irin for help.
Irin found this scene very interesting and interjected, "How about being a monk who sweeps the floor and receives a salary and doesn't worship Buddha?"
Zen Master Withered Leaf: "…"
Wang Xiaohu: "…"
"Speaking of which," Jian Nanchun walked forward and looked straight at Irin, "Who exactly are you guys?"
Before Irin could answer Jian Nanchun's question, a cold expression appeared on Ice Disciple's face.
The corners of her lips curled up slightly and she said softly, "He's a half-baked cultivator. Senior Brother, do you really not know or are you pretending not to know?"
"Cultivator?" Jian Nanchun's expression changed when he heard this. His gaze froze. Yi Lin instantly felt something sweep across his body. Irin resisted the urge to punch Jian Nanchun again. She lowered her head and did not say anything, pretending that she did not know.
A moment later.
Jian Nanchun could no longer maintain his composure. His expression turned ugly. "How is that possible? A few days ago, I was attacked at the Third Grade Pavilion … "
"Senior Brother was attacked?"
Ice Mountain Junior Sister frowned. What she meant was, 'I didn't hear you mention this.'
Jian Nanchun knew that he had accidentally let the cat out of the bag, but he quickly explained, "What Senior Brother means is that when I was at the Third Grade Pavilion … when I was drinking tea and waiting for Junior Sister, I met the two children once. But at that time, I clearly used my Spiritual Sense to check them. There was no aura of a cultivator on them."
"Then, what about now?" The junior sister asked again.
Jian Nanchun no longer had the face to look at his junior sister. He shook his legs and muttered to himself, "How is that possible? Right now, there's clearly a faint aura on this child's body. Shockingly, he's already initiated Qi Condensation. In these short few days … "
The junior sister nodded. It seemed that Senior Brother didn't make a mistake, but there was something strange about this child. She once again used a scrutinizing gaze to stare at Irin and Wang Xiaohu. Wang Xiaohu might not feel anything, but Irin felt very uncomfortable.
In the past, only he would stare at others with such a gaze. No one had ever dared to stare at him with such a gaze.
But Irin had a good mentality. He simply treated it as if he was bitten by a dog. It was no big deal. After thinking for a while, Irin generously took out the family's ancient book and threw it to Jian Nanchun. "This is an ancestral secret manual. Take some time to read it these few days. I don't know why, but as I practiced it, it became like this."
Jian Nanchun casually reached out and the tattered Lin family's ancient book fell into his hands. Ice Mountain Junior Sister also seemed to be very interested in Irin's background. She slightly moved closer to Jian Nanchun. Jian Nanchun smelled the fragrance of flowers drifting from his junior sister's body. His entire person felt a little light.
But he didn't dare to show this light on his face. So Jian Nanchun put on a straight face and righteously began to flip through the ancient book that Irin handed over.
At first, Jian Nanchun didn't think much of it. But as he flipped through it, he realized that something was wrong.
This so-called "ancestral secret manual" lacked chapters and words. It was obscure and difficult to understand. If not for the fact that he was an inner sect cultivator of the Heavenly Sword Sect and had read many of the sect's ancient books, he might not be able to understand the ancient text.
Could there really be someone who could use this book to cultivate Qi?
Impossible!
Jian Nanchun shook his head vigorously. He subconsciously felt that it was impossible.
Anyone with a bit of brain would not find an incomplete ancient book to cultivate.
That was courting death.
After looking at it for a long time, Jian Nanchun still couldn't see anything special. He only felt that it was a tattered book.
Finally, Jian Nanchun faintly said, "You really dare to cultivate."
"As expected, the Qi on his body is very chaotic. He doesn't seem to be from the orthodox Xuan sect. That's why I didn't take it to heart."
Ice Mountain Junior Sister nodded. She seemed to understand something.
"Well, it's a chance encounter. The fated will obtain it."
When Jian Nanchun said this, his expression was calm. But for some reason, there was a hint of jealousy in his tone.
Jian Nanchun straightforwardly returned the Lin family's ancient book to Irin. In his opinion, this ancient book was placed in the Heavenly Sword Sect. If it was complete, it would be useful as a reference. But if it was incomplete, it was worthless. He no longer paid attention to Irin. He turned his head to look at the little monk hiding beside the old monk. He smiled slightly. "My sect's ancestor has some relationship with your family's ancestor. Jian Nanchun, a disciple of the" Jian "generation of the Heavenly Sword Sect, has been ordered by the sect to escort you to the shore of the East Sea and to the Spirit Mountain."
Hearing this, the little monk lowered his head. He didn't look at the crowd but shook his head vigorously. He had been silent all this time. Finally, he said a complete sentence. "I … I'm not going."
Irin was slightly taken aback.
Before, he had only been suspicious. When the little monk spoke in that clear voice, Irin immediately confirmed it.
This monk was the current Eldest Princess of the Qing Kingdom!
Who would have thought that the Eldest Princess of the Qing Kingdom would shave her hair, disguise herself as a monk, and hide in a group of monks all the way to the South?
The great hermit was the bald one!
Irin secretly gave a thumbs up to the person who thought of this method of concealment.
But here came the problem. She had hidden so well. How could she have been exposed?
Irin smiled and didn't point it out.
Jian Nanchun couldn't understand the Eldest Princess's refusal.
To be able to enter the Heavenly Sword Sect was a good thing that couldn't be obtained even if one knelt down and begged. If it was so easy to enter the Heavenly Sword Sect, why would he have to beg for ten days and ten nights on the shore of the East Sea?
Junior Sister Iceberg was ruthless and didn't speak much. Seeing the Eldest Princess refuse, she was too lazy to explain. She directly stretched out a finger and tapped the Eldest Princess's body. Immediately, the Eldest Princess's body stiffened and she couldn't move. Junior Sister Iceberg opened her sword case. A long sword emitting a frightening cold air floated into the air. Junior Sister Iceberg carried the Eldest Princess with one hand and landed gracefully on the long sword.
The whole set of movements was done in one breath. It was extremely elegant.
"We can't stay here for long."
Junior Sister Iceberg said. A cold light flashed in the night sky. In an instant, she turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the northern horizon.
Jian Nanchun saw that his Junior Sister had left without another word. He also took out his flying sword. His magic treasure was actually the umbrella. With a shake of the umbrella, it transformed into an ancient sword. He hurriedly stepped on the flying sword and prepared to chase after his Junior Sister.
Irin saw that Jian Nanchun was about to run and was a little unhappy.
If I really let you run, wouldn't I have hammered you for nothing?
So Irin grabbed Jian Nanchun who was about to take off. She pulled his sleeve and said with a smile, "Bring me along."
Jian Nanchun frowned. He was worried about his Junior Sister's whereabouts. He was afraid that she would get lost. His Junior Sister's flying sword "Frost" was one of the fastest flying swords in the Heavenly Sword Sect. If he was late, he might not be able to catch up. So Jian Nanchun prepared to use his strength to shake off the mischievous child. He coldly said, "Stop messing around. If you want to enter the Heavenly Sword Sect, two years later at the shore of the East Sea. I won't leave until I see you."
Wang Xiaohu was dumbfounded at the side.
He had never seen such a clingy Brother Lin.
Yi Lin's eyes darted around. If he didn't say anything, Jian Nanchun would probably fly away with a whoosh. Yi Lin's mind spun, and an idea came to his mind. He directly asked, "Do you want to sleep with your junior sister?"
"Ah?"
Jian Nanchun's tall and straight back abruptly bent, almost falling off the flying sword that was in the midst of taking off.
After holding back for a while, Jian Nanchun's entire face was half black and half pink. He stepped on the flying sword with one foot on the ground. He didn't know whether to leave or not. Finally, Jian Nanchun, who had been holding back for a long time, finally pointed his trembling finger at Yi Lin's detestable smiling face and said softly, "You, you, you …. Ignorant child, how can you accuse me of nothing?"
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