When the boy turned around and saw that it was Lin Xiaolu, he was startled. He immediately wanted to kneel down and kowtow, but Lin Xiaolu raised his toes and touched his kneeling knees to prevent him from kneeling.
"Boy, what do you want to do?"
"I, I want to meet Brother Immortal."
"Is there anything that an immortal can do to kneel down?"
Lin Xiaolu looked at the little boy for a few times. He should be around ten years old, only a little younger than himself. His face was dirty, and he was wearing clothes full of patches. He was standing barefoot in a crowded place. Muddy riverside.
Lin Xiaolu didn't mind being dirty, so he sat down next to the boy, put his hands on the ground, and greeted with a smile: "Sit down."
The boy sat down a little scared, lowered his head, and said nothing.
"I see you've been sitting here all morning, what are you doing?" Lin Xiaolu asked with a smile.
"I'm looking at the river," the boy said.
"What's so interesting about the river? Are there any fish in it?"
Lin Xiaolu curiously approached the dark river water to see if there were any fish, but found that the river water was very turbid and had a faint fishy smell. It was estimated that the villagers had thrown garbage into the river.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"embolus."
"Oh, my name is Lin Xiaolu, how old are you?"
"Ten years old."
"Haha, you are younger than me, call me big brother!"
"...brother."
"Hehe, from now on you will be a member of my virtuous gang. When you are hungry, you can go to Emei and tell me your name. You don't have to pay for meals."
Lin Xiaolu laughed happily, and then wanted to take off his shoes and play in the water. Shuanzi was shocked when he saw this scene and quickly stopped him.
"Brother Xiaolu, the water is dirty."
Lin Xiaolu was slightly startled when he heard this and looked at Shuanzi in surprise.
There were two boys, one thirteen and one ten years old, and the atmosphere became quiet for a while.
After a while, Lin Xiaolu's originally smiling face began to turn serious, and his delicate eyebrows gradually wrinkled:
"Is there... something in this river?"
!
Shuanzi suddenly turned pale with fright, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably due to extreme fear. He shook his head repeatedly and opened his mouth to shout, but Lin Xiaolu suddenly covered his mouth!
He found that the villagers who were doing farm work in the fields all stood up and looked at him and Shuanzi!
"Shuanzi, if someone asks you later what we talked about, just say I'll ask what specialties your village has. Also, if anyone wants to bully you, just shout, you believe big brother, big brother I will definitely save you."
After saying these words in a low voice, Lin Xiaolu changed his serious expression, laughed loudly, patted Shuanzi on the shoulder and said: "When my brother was your age, he already went to learn kung fu every day. Shake your head. Your village is so difficult. Is it true that you don’t have any local products?”
The villagers in the distance seemed to be relieved after hearing this. After a while, they lowered their heads and continued to work on the farm.
Wugou has praised Xiaolu more than once, saying that Xiaolu is a young man with great wisdom.
This is indeed the case. Although he is often out of tune, he has observation, understanding, and perseverance far beyond his age.
Therefore, whether he was learning Chinese characters in the literacy hall, learning Kung Fu, comprehending Tai Chi, or creating his own double secret power, he could achieve extraordinary results.
Of course, because Lin Xiaolu is still relatively young, he does not have much knowledge, but Lin Xiaolu is definitely not stupid. He clearly remembers what the storyteller said - there must be a monster when something goes wrong.
In the afternoon, he chatted with Shuanzi by the river, and then he exercised by himself. He also taught Shuanzi some self-defense techniques and had a lot of fun with him. At night, after dinner, Lin Xiaolu returned to the river alone, and while there was no one around, he plunged into the cold, smelly river water.
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At night, in the small courtyard of the village chief's house, Shangguan Shiliu sat on the stone steps at the door with Shuai Shuai Duck in her arms, boredly watching Jiang Ning dance with her gun in the courtyard.
While she was watching, she touched Handsome Duck's white and soft duck feathers, which made Handsome Duck narrow his eyes.
"It's so boring, Duck. What has your brother been doing all day? You haven't seen anyone the whole day, except for a while when you're eating."
"I don't know, brother probably went to exercise." Handsome Duck responded comfortably.
"What's the point of exercising? My father used to force me to practice every day, but I was lazy every time and never listened."
She said depressedly: "That little monk Wu Guan is so bored every day that he just chants sutras in his room. Jiang Ning also practices that gun every day, and no one has anyone to play with me anymore."
In the courtyard, Jiang Ning, who had just finished performing a set of marksmanship dances, smiled sheepishly when he heard these words.
"Shangguan, your family is so prominent, you have so many training resources, and you are talented. Mortals like me and Xiaolu, of course, can't compete with each other, so we can only practice martial arts with sweat."
"Come on, if that guy Lin Xiaolu were a mortal, mortals in the world wouldn't be treated as trivial by immortal cultivators."
She hugged the handsome duck and pouted with her pink little mouth: "Although that guy is very annoying, he is really powerful. Among his peers, he can carry so many magic weapons like this lady, and he is evenly matched with me." Yes, he is the first one, and he is actually a mortal with no talent for cultivation. Based on this, I will never believe in talent from now on."
After Shangguan Shiliu finished speaking, Wujia walked out of the house at some point. He raised his palms in front of his chest and said with a gentle smile: "Shangguan Donor, Xiaolu Donor is actually very talented. After all, everyone has their own talents. The difference is, it’s not just cultivation that counts as talent.”
Shangguan Shiliu, who was sitting on the steps, saw that he had been refuted, and immediately looked up at Wu Gu angrily.
But after a while, she rarely got angry, but hummed depressedly.
"Little Bald Donkey, what you said makes sense. My father said that your master Wuxin Zen Master's cultivation talent is very mediocre, and his cultivation level is not high. He is only in the realm of alchemy formation, but the Dharma is unfathomable. My father has always I hate monks the most. He doesn’t even look down on Tathagata Buddha, but he only praises your master full of praise.”
Upon hearing the praise, Wugou smiled, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha"
While several people were talking, there were urgent footsteps not far away. Not long after, Lin Xiaolu appeared with water stains all over his body.
He was soaked all over and had a slight fishy odor, and behind him, there was a boy about ten years old following.
Several people were stunned when they saw the young man's appearance. Just as they were about to step forward to ask about the situation, the young man clenched his fists and shouted angrily with a livid face:
"Damn it! We shouldn't care about these beasts, we should let them be bitten to death by zombies!"
Several people were shocked when they saw him like this. No matter Jiang Ning, Wu Gu, Shuai Shuaiya, or the weird Shangguan Shiliu, they had never seen such an angry Lin Xiaolu, who was full of murderous intent. His eyes looked as if he wanted to kill everyone in the village!
