"Don't shake your legs, squat down." A fat little monk stared at Jiang Yan and said.
Under the scorching sun, Jiang Yan was currently squatting on a horse, with his hands stretched forward, and a large bucket of water hanging on his arm.
Beads of sweat fell down one by one from his cheeks, and his handsome face was heated by the sun.
Jiang Yan had been standing like this for a stick of incense, and he felt that this was his limit.
"Hey, little brother, why don't you let me get up and stretch my muscles? I feel like I'm about to die." Jiang Yan's legs were shaking as he discussed.
"Master, Mr. Mo, Donor Jiang said he is dying." The honest little monk shouted in the direction of Biluo Pavilion.
Jiang Yan's heart trembles: Brother, I feel miserable, but I won't tell you! Destroy it!
What about the clever trick for transforming spiritual energy? This is simply torture for him.
Besides, shouldn’t there be some kind of skill or mental method in cultivation?
Hey, this little monk can only threaten him...
Mr. Mo and Master Yu are playing chess in the main hall of Biluo Pavilion. This is already the third round of their battle today. One person won the first two games, and one game in the third game determined life or death.
Master Yu was about to drop the chess pieces when he was frightened by the shouts of his disciples outside the house. The chess pieces unexpectedly fell into the wrong position.
"Little old man, you have no regrets. I won this game. Hahahahaha..." Mr. Mo's mood was as beautiful as the bright sunshine.
However, whether some people are in a good mood or not is beyond their control.
"Hmph, that traitor, what are you shouting about? That's all, just be proud of yourself, I will beat you eight hundred rounds next time." Master Yu blew his beard and stared in anger.
"Okay, okay, I'm going out to see my inferior junior." Mr. Mo strode out of the house.
"I'll go too, let's take a walk." Master Yu also walked outside the house.
Jiang Yan's legs were trembling, his hair was soaked with sweat, and the bucket on his arm was swinging.
Mr. Mo knew that Jiang Yan had reached his limit. He first hated the iron and said, "Huh! Brat, how can a young man say that he can't do it?"
Then, he glanced at the young monk and continued: "Did you know that every day before dawn, the disciples of Lingyin Temple are already running to fetch water. They have to practice physical training like you are doing now. It’s enough time for two sticks of incense, and then they have to stand still..."
Listening to what Mr. Mo said, the little chubby monk suddenly felt that the daily morning exercises he and his senior brothers had become very meaningful. He puffed out his chest proudly.
"Yu Yuan, what did you just yell? You are getting more and more unruly." Master Yu patted the chubby monk on the forehead and hummed.
Although this little fat monk is only 10 years old, he is Master Yu's youngest disciple. His name is Yu Yuan.
Jiang Yan suppressed a smile and laughed wildly in his heart: Hahahaha, it turns out this little monk is called Yu Yuan! The name fits his image quite well. Hehe, have you been taught a lesson?
The one who can find joy in suffering is probably Jiang Yan.
Mr. Mo shook his head helplessly.
Master Yu spoke up at the right time: "Okay, okay, Lingfeng, why don't we finish today's physical training here first? He has already reached the limit of what he can bear. This is already very good. The training should be gradual." .”
Jiang Yan cast a grateful look at Master Yu. This old man is really a good person!
"Okay, kid, get up. Let's do the physical training here first."
Hearing what Mr. Mo said, Jiang Yan immediately put down the bucket, straightened up, kicked his legs, and rubbed his sore arms.
"Ancestor, next, is it time for you to teach me how to transform spiritual energy?" Jiang Yan asked with anticipation.
Mo Lao whistled, and then Jiang Yan saw the parrot with colorful feathers again.
The little parrot complained as it flew: "Bad cat, bad cat, bullying the bird, bullying the bird."
There was a little white cat running behind it, with a few feathers in its mouth.
Jiang Yan couldn't help but raise his forehead when he saw the aggressive Xiaobai and the aggrieved little parrot.
He stopped Xiaobai and was about to teach him a serious lesson, but Xiaobai also turned around in aggrieved manner and showed his tail to him.
Good guy, Xiaobai's tail actually has a little bald hair.
Hiss, Jiang Yan swallowed back what he wanted to say. He'd better not get involved in this cat-bird war...
"Hahaha, Xiao Wu, okay, stop being naughty. Get ready to go to Yuhua Peak." Mr. Mo only found the interaction between the two little ones interesting, so he did not favor anyone.
Hearing Mr. Mo's words, the little parrot shook its body. Then, a red light flashed and a big bird appeared in front of everyone.
Isn't this an enlarged version of a parrot? Now it is a majestic big parrot!
Jiang Yan was so shocked that his mouth opened in an O shape. I never expected that this parrot could also be used as a mount!
When Xiaobai saw the ugly bird that was suddenly so much bigger than him, he was so shocked that the feathers he was holding in his mouth fell off. It's going to end, woo woo woo.
The parrot glanced at Xiaobai and raised his chin with a disgusting look.
A little silly cat finally appears, shouldn't it be played with?
Jiang Yan seemed to understand something: Oh wow, this is still a proud bird! I obviously like Xiaobai very much!
"Boy, come here." Mr. Mo greeted Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan hesitated: "Isn't this... not good? I'm afraid it can't bear the weight of the two of us, right?"
After speaking, Jiang Yan also looked at the body of the parrot. It had indeed grown a lot, but it didn't look like it could carry two big men on its back at the same time.
He doesn't want to torture animals!
"Hahaha, you are such a funny boy. Your great-great-great-grandfather could fly with his own sword." Master Yu said with a smile, not forgetting to tease Mr. Mo.
"Ahem, just feel free to take Xiaowu." Mr. Mo said to Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan is embarrassed for so many reasons, forget it, as long as he is not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.
Before Jiang Yan could react, the parrot lifted Jiang Yan up with its head and threw it onto its back, and then flew into the air as fast as a gust of wind.
"Ahhhh..."
Jiang Yan hugged the parrot's neck tightly and screamed in fright. A lot of cold wind was poured into his mouth, and his eyes were narrowed into straight lines by the wind.
When one person and one bird arrived at the top of Yuhua Peak, Jiang Yan immediately jumped down and started vomiting.
The parrot returned to its original small body and mocked: "Weak chicken, weak chicken."
As expected, you can't expect anything good to come out of this bird's mouth. Jiang Yan suddenly wanted to pluck out the feathers of this little broken bird.
Mr. Mo was already waiting in the cave at the top of the mountain.
"You brat, this is all you have! Come into the cave quickly."
When Jiang Yan heard Mr. Mo's loud voice, he glared at the little parrot, raised a middle finger to it, and then walked towards the cave in a hurry.
The little parrot tilted its head. It really didn't understand what the middle finger meant. But you don’t have to think about it to know that you must be scolding it.
When Jiang Yan approached the cave, he saw Mr. Mo sitting at the stone table sipping tea. There was also a blue book on the stone table.
"Ancestor, which book is it?" Jiang Yan asked curiously.
"Well, that's the "Spiritual Energy Transformation Technique", which teaches you how to transform spiritual energy. It's a relatively basic training method." Mr. Mo introduced.
