As the spiritual energy in the boy's body was consumed, the boy's face gradually became rosy.
There was a steady and powerful heartbeat in the boy's body.
This kind of sign can only be possessed by warriors who have practiced martial arts.
Lu Yu briefly asked about the two children. The boy was named Bai Yifan and the girl was named Bai Qiaoqiao.
Their parents died early, and they were barely able to survive in the imperial capital of the monk country.
In a country of monks, what ordinary people can do is nothing more than being the most miserable and tiring servants.
Very early on, the two of them went to work in some wine shops to support themselves.
The reason why Bai Yifan fell ill was because he accidentally spilled wine on a monk in a wine shop.
The monk was furious and cast a spell to directly seal the spiritual power into Bai Yifan's body.
For ordinary people who have never practiced Kung Fu, this is undoubtedly a kind of torture.
Bai Yifan fell ill and was taken care of by his sister.
Lu Yu sighed: "If you don't want to be bullied by others, then you have to become stronger. If you don't want to make your sister so embarrassed in the future, just practice hard!"
"Disciple, thank you Master for your teaching!"
Bai Yifan struggled to get up from the bed, knelt down directly on the ground, and kowtowed to Lu Yu three times.
Lu Yu was slightly startled.
He never said that he would accept Bai Yifan as his disciple.
However, seeing the shrewd look in Bai Yifan's eyes, Lu Yu quickly smiled.
At such a young age, living in such an environment, without a little bit of cleverness, it is impossible to survive.
Seeing Bai Qiaoqiao kneeling on the ground, Lu Yu sighed: "It's okay, I took your things after all, so I should do something."
Lu Yu's face suddenly became serious: "My name is Lu Yu, my Taoist name is Netherworld, I am in charge of reincarnation, and all ghosts surrender. When you join my sect, you should know that you must have a clear conscience no matter what you do,"
"Disciple pays homage to Master!"
Bai Yifan and Bai Qiaoqiao kowtowed three times to Lu Yu again.
"Before you, there were seven senior brothers and sisters, but they are not in this world. When you gain strength in the future, you may be able to meet them," Lu Yu said.
Naturally, the two children didn't know what Lu Yu was talking about, so they just nodded in confusion.
"I want to see who dares to touch my Jade Tower without risking his life!"
From outside the house, a strange and strange voice suddenly came out.
At the same time, this dilapidated hut was suddenly knocked open by a gust of wind, and gusts of dark wind swept in from the outside.
Lu Yu's eyes turned cold and he protected the two children behind him.
A skinny monk walked into the courtyard, holding a black gourd in his hand and looking into the house with disdain.
"Our imperial capital of Longchuan Kingdom has its own rules. Although several places in the west of the city are controlled by mortals, the power of the Jia family is behind them! Manager Zhuo, please don't let him go.
!" Mrs. Liao dragged her fat body and screamed loudly.
The skinny monk looked Lu Yu up and down with a disdainful smile in his eyes.
He couldn't feel any energy fluctuations on Lu Yu's body, just like a mortal.
In this situation, there are only two possibilities, one is that Lu Yu's cultivation level is much higher than his, the other is that Lu Yu is too weak.
Obviously, the skinny monk is more inclined to the second type.
After all, Lu Yu looks like a young boy. How strong can he be at such an age?
"Boy, if you dare to cause trouble in my Jia family, you will pay the price!"
The skinny monk sneered: "Either, take out one million high-grade spiritual stones, and I will pretend that this never happened. Or, I will abolish your cultivation and make you a slave here. Whichever you choose, you can decide for yourself.