Chapter 1115 The Little Bit Hits the Ghost [Two]

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

Xiao Budian said with dissatisfaction, it was really boring to stay in the Butian Pavilion these days.

"Don't complain, new disciples start from the bottom, otherwise why would they teach you bone inscriptions and precious arts, unless you are talented enough to scare people to death, you can attract attention."

A fourteen-year-old boy said.

"All right!"

Xiaobu nodded. He has been staring at the medicine field for the past few days. When will it be his turn to water?

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

The two of them looked forward to entering the spirit medicine field every day, but unfortunately they didn't get a turn.

In the end, Yang Yu couldn't wait any longer. He stood up, folded his hands, and stepped out of the area where the three thousand disciples lived. His eyes were closed, and he was wearing a white robe.

Passing through the gate guarded by a disciple, Yang Yu entered the genius camp, and looked at the young and young girls aged fourteen or five.

In the Great Wilderness, men and women develop very early, and they are already adults at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and their bodies are plump, just like the graceful goddess of war in Zhulu Academy, who is only sixteen years old.

In the genius camp, every girl is an elite among the big clans, and every one of them is white and clean, and they are not bad.

"Little monk, where are your eyes looking? Why does a little monk look at Se Mimi!"

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

"This female benefactor, the poor monk is justified. I passed by this place today and saw that the sisters are beautiful as gods. When practicing bone inscriptions, they danced like fairies, so I was attracted, so I stopped to appreciate it."

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

"You are a monk, watching any fairy dance, even if you are beautiful, you can't watch it as a little monk, it's against the rules!"

The girl smiled and giggled.

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

"How come you, a little monk, speak sweeter than honey? Are you a flower monk?"

Another girl said curiously.

"The poor monk just enjoys the view, nothing else."

Yang Yu pouted and said, these little girls are already happy, why are they still struggling here.

"Little monk, hurry up, or we will tell your master to beat you up and say you have broken your lust!"

A girl opened her mouth with a smile.

"Yes, yes, hurry up and leave..."

Several lively girls spoke, feeling very funny.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is gone."

Yang Yu was speechless, cast a spell, and turned to leave.

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

The girls looked at Yang Yu's back and smiled.

"Women outside are really difficult to serve. They are already proud of their happiness, and they drove me away, just to see..."

Yang Yu wandered and complained, "It's better for Hu Niu and the others."

Yang Yu did not go back to the place where the three thousand disciples lived, but then wandered in the Heaven-Mending Pavilion, looking for places that might be rewarding, but apart from meeting some disciples and elders, there was no chance.

On a road, he saw a group of young girls with outstanding temperament at a party from a distance. Several of the girls were outrageously beautiful, which made Yang Yu take a second look.

For a few days, Yang Yu has been wandering in the Heaven Patching Pavilion, looking around, visiting one by one when he meets someone, he will cast a spell, and after a chat, he will continue to wander.

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 the Butian Pavilion knew that there was a little monk who had nothing to do.

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

Although it was not remembered because of Yang Yu's strength, at least he was remembered this way, Yang Yu was considered a "prosperous" figure in the Butian Pavilion.

Every day, Yang Yu and Xiaobudian didn't meet each other, for fear of being caught and slapped on the ass by Butian Pavilion and someone who was interested in finding out their identities.

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

For several days in a row, the little guy was honest and did his duty, especially after night, he never went out, he just sat cross-legged on the roof, swallowing the heavenly essence, refining the starlight, and going to sleep when he was sleepy.

On the sixth night, Xiao Budian suddenly stood up with cold hair, sat up in a hurry, and instantly shouted, "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, the ancient sword was murderous.

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

The furball, who was sleeping soundly, was naturally frightened by this voice, and the fur all over his body exploded, and he jumped up on the pillow when he was a child in confusion.

"boom!"

It hit the old man's head all of a sudden, grabbed the gray hair, and just met the empty eyes. Then he fell on his shoulders, and finally rolled his eyes so hard that he almost fainted.

Little Dot's whole body was cold, and he jumped up at once, grabbed the tail of the hairball, carried it over, smashed the window and rushed out.

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

"What's wrong, who's screaming, what's going on?"

"Who is it, and why is it disturbing in the middle of the night, affecting other people's rest?!"

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

"Here, come here, everyone, and I'll introduce you to a new friend."

Xiao Budian shouted, trying to calm himself down, trying to give everyone a "surprise".

The gray-haired old man was like a ghost, soundless, and had already arrived in front of him, staring at him like that.

If it's really a ghost, three thousand young people gathered together, the sun is so bright, can't they scare you away?

This is the mind of the little one, and of course, it is also based on the idea of ​​​​being faced with difficulties, and there are strange "uncles" who come together to "recognize" each other.

"Hey, what are you yelling about?"

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

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