"Hey! Kid, are you really the chosen one by the Sun God?"
Just after Baitong finished the battle and followed the soldiers' guidance to take his seat in confusion, he heard a crisp voice coming from behind him.
So he raised his head and saw a pointed, small ear.
Baitong was stunned. It was the first time he saw this type of life.
Compared with the surrounding environment, there is a subtle difference in painting style.
It's like a life in the second dimension has traveled to the third dimension.
"What? Haven't you seen any fairies?"
The little man clasped his hands and said menacingly.
Baitong scratched his head, not knowing what to say.
Among the many disciples in the Taoist gym, he himself is not very good at speaking.
But while he was away from home, he signed up as a disciple down below, so he couldn't be too rude and lose his reputation as a disciple.
"Sorry, I was rude."
Baitong bowed towards the other party.
"You look like a saint, but I don't feel like you are one of those perverts who don't even blink at the sun."
The fairy flapped its small wings behind it and flew to Baitong's chair.
Then he looked straight at Bai Tong's head and said.
"Baitong is a disciple of Wudang and a successor of Taoism. He is not the chosen one by the Sun God."
Baitong felt the breath coming from the fairy's small body, and moved his butt to the side unaccustomedly, then sat upright and said.
He was afraid that if he accidentally turned his head, he would knock the little guy next to him away.
"Ah!"
"The Chosen One of the Sun Gods may not even have a weapon made from the stars, but you, a Taoist successor, used it first."
"That guy will be furious if he knows!"
The fairy seems to know a certain Sun God Chosen, and it can be seen that the relationship between them is quite subtle.
She was chattering, her expression quite lively.
However, Baitong, who turned his face to one side, could not be seen naturally.
"This is the magic weapon given to me by Senior Brother Sanhua."
Baitong didn't know anything about the Sun God's Chosen. In fact, he was still very confused about this copy world.
However, he found that he was quite keen in one area.
For example: He felt that the smell of the fairy spirit next to him was somewhat similar to that of the earth spirit from before.
Probably, it's like the difference between sauced elbow and waxed elbow?
But no matter what, you must speak clearly.
I heard Senior Brother Yu Xing say that he saw Senior Brother Sanhua making this sword with his own eyes using a star.
Although it is a bit hard to imagine that scene, at least it has nothing to do with the choice of the Sun God.
Is there someone else who wants to take care of all the stars in this world?
That's too boring and overbearing.
Bai Tongru thought.
"Sanhua...senior brother? Is Sanhua a taboo name?"
"Sanhua... Sanhua... sounds like the name of a druid."
The fairy tilted her little head and thought for a moment, then said with some uncertainty.
"Druid? No."
"Sanhua is the Taoist name. I heard from Senior Brother Yu Xing: Senior Brother Sanhua was originally named Yi Chun. Later, when he entered the sect, Master saw that Senior Brother Sanhua had three colors, so he took the beautiful meaning of 'Three Flowers Gathering on the Top' and called him
One sound: Three Flowers."
Baitong explained hurriedly.
"Yi Chun?"
The fairy's body was stunned for a moment, and then she breathed a sigh of relief:
"Yi Chun is not a druid, so it's not a big problem."
Then the next moment, she heard Baitong continue:
"I heard from Senior Brother Yu Xing: Senior Brother Sanhua always liked to turn into an orange cat when he was on the mountain."
"Maybe this is one of the reasons why Master named him 'Sanhua'?"
After Baitong finished speaking, the fairy fell silent.
Until Baitong couldn't help but tilted his head slightly to that side.
Then he discovered that the fairy's mouth was moving rapidly, but he didn't hear any sound.
"Everything is forgotten!"
Suddenly, the fairy shouted softly.
A faint magical light flew out from the small magic wand in her hand and fell directly on herself!
"Oh! I asked some stupid questions again."
"But it doesn't matter, let's happily skip it!"
"What's your name, kid!"
The fairy asked with her little hands in her hands.
Baitong was stunned for a moment, and he was keenly aware of something.
Perhaps, his Sanhua senior brother's reputation outside is greater than he imagined...
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Arnold's dream world
Mediri-Zide whistled happily.
Over the past ten years, she has learned many musical instruments from her teachers.
Except for the suona, which the teacher did not allow, she had almost learned all other instruments.
Madiri Zide thinks the suona is cool. After all, according to the book, it is the only musical instrument that can accompany life and death.
However, the teacher said she had a heavy birth.
A heavy-duty instrument like the suona would be a bit overwhelming for her.
This made Mediri-Zide a little confused, because the weight of the suona was not mentioned in the book.
However, there are indeed words related to the need to play the suona with enough "power".
Maybe, that thing is made of fine gold?
Among all the musical instruments, Mediri-Zide likes the whistle the most.
It doesn't have so many complicated syllables and processes.
One or two thin wood chips, or even simply reduced to a leaf.
All it takes is a cheerful soul and some simple skills to sing a cheerful tune that will make your calves kick.
Even the harsh old man there who always had a straight face recognized this.
Madiri-Zide glanced calmly at the old man who was wearing a silver armor and sitting there solemnly not far away.
Whenever she plays her musical instrument, she can always see a lot of spectators.
The teacher said that it was the soul attracted by her music.
That old man is one of the regular customers.
However, he has always been stingy with his expressions.
It is rare to give such a vivid expression to Madirui Zide's performance.
He always sat there with a thoughtful look on his face, occasionally showing a look of nostalgia.
Mediri-Zide rarely saw him smile.
It seemed that his face was always covered with cold frost.
He should have been a pretty dignified guy during his lifetime...
Mediri-Zide sometimes thinks like this.
He is a very strict listener.
When Mediri-Zide was still young, every time she made a mistake, she would get the expected frown.
This made the former Madiri Zide feel very uncomfortable.
Every time this time, his mouth would move a little.
It seemed like he wanted to say something, but in the end there was nothing.
However, Mediri-Zide remembered one time when he spoke out.
However, they are silent words and are not heard by outsiders.
Judging from the mouth shape, it should be two rather simple bytes.