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Brother Three Days only wants to send a U-board "Immovable Vajra" assisted kung fu, will he send someone?

I don't think so. By the time Song Shuhang thought of it like this, that little black flying sword was getting closer and closer.

And then... there's a real person up there.

It was a little bald head about eight years old, with a scream that was as rhythmic as Song Shuhang's voice at the time.

This little bald, fat, round face, big eyes, very pleasant. It belongs to the kind of cute little fat paper that people can't wait to bite on his face.

At this time, however, this lovely little monk is crying... because of the speed of the flying sword, his snot and saliva are all flying backwards and his little face is turning pale due to excessive horror.

Last time Senior Bai sent Song Shuhang, he still used the flying sword to support a luminous light, so that Song Shuhang could stick to the flying sword.

And the sword under this little monk has no light, it is pure ‘flying sword legend’ method.

At this time, the little monk will not fall off the flying sword until the whole person is dead and holds the flying sword. Fortunately, the monk's robe on his body did not know what the material consisted of. When the sword was tightly wounded, he was not injured by the sharp sword. Let him not be cut in half by a flying sword.

The only thing better than Song Shuhang is that his hair doesn't turn into a Matt broom or an explosion - because he doesn't have hair.

“Senior White, I haven't had a good look lately. I saw a little monk on the flying sword?” Song Shuhang turned his head and asked Baizhun.

“Well, there's a little monk.” Senior White nodded calmly.

“Oh, what a little monk. Didn't Brother Three Days say it was just a flash drive? Why did you bring a little monk with you?” Song Shuhang pinched his chin and suddenly his eyes lit up: “Senior White, is this little monk the ‘sword spirit' of the flying sword? ”

“No, you think too much.” Senior White continues to calm down: “It's just a simple little monk who's just finished building the foundation. ”

“...” Song Shuhang felt his scalp rise, subconsciously told him that coming could be another big trouble?

Whoa!

The flying sword gently falls in front of the White Venerable, suspended steadily in mid-air.

The little monk finally stopped screaming.

A moment later, he reached out and wiped a tear, his legs trembling as he stood up from the flying sword. But his legs were too soft, he tried several times, and he couldn't stand up.

“Hello, two benefactors.” The little monk lay down on his sword, hands together, a serious face, and saluted like a statue. Then, he turned his head mechanically and looked at Song Shuhang: “Master, can you help Xiaomon... my legs are so soft, can't I come down? ”

Song Shuhang smiled and was about to reach out to pick up this little monk.

Bai Zheng suddenly made a serious thought, then he strangled a sword technique and said: “Book sailing, probably three days the little guy sent the wrong thing, I think, let's send the flying sword and the little monk back. ”

“Oh, yeah.” Song Shuhang nodded: “But can Senpai provoke this flying sword? ”

In the beginning, the pharmacist could not provoke Master Tongxuan's flying sword, and Song Shuhang had to help deliver the flying sword back.

"" Rest assured, "said Bai Zheng." This time, the Monk Tongxuan lifted the ban on flying swords. His disciples can use it for three days, and I can activate this flying sword, infusing it with spiritual power and firing it back. ”

“Don't worry, don't... the little monk will die!” Little monks can no longer look serious, shouting out loud.

Meanwhile, he quickly reached out and removed a USB disk from the handle of his sword: “You must be Brother Song Shu Hang, this is what Brother Sung is sending you! It has the auxiliary power of" Immovable Vajra ". Little monks don't lie, you can see it when you open it. ”

Song Shuhang took this USB disk and handed it to Senior Bai.

Senior White reached out and looked, “Well, the flash drive is fine, that's it. I contacted him for three days to pass on the ban. ”

Song Shuhang nodded silently.

“Brother Book Navigator, can you put me down now?” Little monks looked at Song Shuhang with pitiful eyes, hands together, and prayed for color.

“Well, you are?” Song Shuhang asked.

“My name is Little Fruit, I am six years old and I am Abbot Tong Xuan's seventy-eighth fax disciple!” Little monk's serious little face, but Eyebrow's intentions are still hard to hide, "he said.“ I just finished building the foundation a while ago. When I get promoted to second grade, I'll have my own law number. I'm amazing! ”

This little fat guy is only six years old and looks like he's eight years old.

“Did you sneak out?” Song Shuhang asked.

The little monk's face changed. A moment later, he bit his teeth and twisted his face: “No! I... Yes, I asked Brother Three Days to send me here! ”

After that, he saw his hands clasped together, constantly meditating on the Buddha.

“Oh.” Song Shuhang nodded.

Then, when Book Sail took out his phone, he was ready to dial his brother for three days.

Little monk's eyes immediately saw the contact person on Song Shuhang's phone, his face turned white: “Sorry! Brother Song Shuhang, the little monk snuck out, please don't call Brother Three Days! ”

White seniors on one side blunted: “You can't lie out of your family. You quit. ”

The little monk had a pale face.

“Let's send it back, shall we?” Senior White again pinched the knife trick.

Little Monk was in a hurry: "No, it's going to kill people. Little monk's hands and feet were soft when he came here. One more flying sword will definitely fall halfway. I don't want to go to the West China Extraordinary World so soon! ”

“Don't worry!” When the White Honourable hears about this, he immediately becomes confident: “I can send you back in the form of a 'flying sword handover'. Just as the sword flies, the light will stick you firmly to the sword, and you will not fall. That's a great way to do it. I've tried all the booksailing! Right, Book Sailing? ”

Song Shuhang nodded with a smile: “Oh yes, it's safe and fast! ”

Fast? When he heard this description, the little monk's face greyed.

“Ha ha, I'm kidding.” Song Shuhang laughed, reaching out to hold the little monk and hugging him from the flying sword.

At that time, his cell phone rang.

Song Shuhang touched out his phone and looked at it. It was Brother Song Shuhang who called for three days. He answered the phone.

“Book navigator brother? Flying Sword, do you copy?” Three days brother's voice came.

Song Shuhang looked around his eyes and clasped his hands together. “Just received it, brother. ”

“Isn't there a fat little monk on that flying sword, the big one?” The tone of the three days' brothers is full of tension.

“Well, there's a guy named Gogo, right?” Song Shuhang returned.

Three days on the other side of the phone Brother was relieved: “Son of a bitch, he really followed my flying sword legend out. Thanks to him! ”

Then, the Third Day Brother told Song Shuhang about the incident.

Little monk fruit was brought back to the temple three years ago by Master Tong Xuan as a disciple and is said to be the descendant of a late friend of Master Tong Xuan's.

According to the rules of Tianyuan Yunju Temple, disciples are not allowed to leave the temple if they are not promoted to the realm of heaven after three pints. And then this little fellow dared to hang himself on the black iron flying sword with a stealthy figurine on his body that day.

No wonder Xiao Shamei, who went to fetch the sword, said how heavy the black iron flying sword was - at that time, the little monk shrunk invisibly over the black iron flying sword.

Then, it was the third day of Brother Feijian's legend, and the little monk flew all the way to Song Shuhang with Feijian.

Song Shuhang couldn't help but look at the little monk. The little guy stayed with his hands together like this. At first glance, it was such a good coincidence to the extreme. The adult said one. He wouldn't say two. Good boy.

No one thought that he would do anything to hang himself on a flying sword and escape from the Temple of Heaven.

“I also asked my schoolmate to take care of him for two or three days, and in a week at most, a younger brother would go to the Jiangnan area to pick up his younger brother.” Three days brother sighed.

In fact... for three days Brother can fly the sword himself and bring back the little monk.

Just seeing this little guy run out so hard, he's soft-hearted. Let this little guy play outside for a few days. Anyway, Song Shuhang is surrounded by Bai Senior, safe and secure.

“It's okay to take care of it for a few days, but I'll be home in a few days. I'm on summer vacation now. If I don't bring him here in two or three days, I'll have to ask the brother to go back to my hometown and go back to the little monk.” Song Shuhang added.

“Okay, no problem.” Three Days Brother Dao.

“Well, then say so.” When Song Shuhang was about to hang up, Senior White instructed Song Shuhang to give him the phone.

After receiving the call, Senior White asked: “On the third day, tell me how to unseal the USB disk. ”

“Okay, Senior.” On the third day, Brother Bai began to talk to Senior Bai about the method of lifting the seal.

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Song Shuhang turned to the fruit monk.

“Brother Book Navigator, you are in trouble.” Little monk hands together, bow salute.

“Huh.” Song Shuhang suddenly came out with electricity, pinched the fat cheeks of the little monk, pulled hard to the left and right... the first time I saw this little monk wanted to do this!

It's particularly interesting to see the little monk look serious and dare not resist.

“Little man, you ran out of the Temple of Heaven, just want to play?” Song Shuhang asked.

“Little monks are not greedy people.” Fruit looks serious.

“Then why did you come out so hard?” Book navigation curiosity.

Little monks twisted their faces and bit their teeth: “If you swear not to tell anyone, little monks can tell you why you ran out. ”

“No problem, I feel my mouth is still very tight.” Song Shuhang took it seriously.

At the same time, he made a venomous vow with the little monk.

Little monk just whispered: “In fact, I have been sitting and practicing for too long for two years. Sometimes I often sit on ice and firerock when I close practice, and I don't know when I get hemorrhoids. I heard there was surgery outside to treat hemorrhoids, so I tried to sneak out for an operation. ”

Song Shuhang rubbed his face forcefully - he felt he had recently developed facial expressive stiffness, and didn't know what expression to use to show his inner mood...