"Is anyone there? Is this fat chicken your spirit beast? He has been relying on me since he came to my place. He ate a lot of peach blossom cakes, and now he will bring it back to you..." The person standing at the door of the courtyard said with a smile After finishing this sentence, after looking up and seeing the three people in the yard, the smile on his face froze.
The city owner, Luo Anling and Yu Xinlan looked at each other and didn't speak for a while.
As soon as the big yellow chicken in the city owner's arms saw Luo Yunyi, it chirped twice, flapping its wings, and was about to fly towards Luo Yunyi. As a result, it just took two steps and fell down quickly like a big rock.
"Be careful!" The city lord took two steps forward, took the big yellow chicken in his arms, and said with lingering fears, "If you can't fly, come down and walk."
"Thank you." Luo Yunyi stepped forward and took the big yellow chicken in the arms of the city lord.
"Yun... ah, senior." The city lord wanted to call Yun Yi, but he just called out a word, and realized that the past and present were different, he saluted and called the senior. As the chief disciple of Tiandaomen, Luo Yunyi certainly can afford to be a senior of any small city master. It's just that the person in front of him, different, is his grandfather.
Luo Yunyi held the big yellow chicken and looked at the old man who was more than ten years old in front of him, and his mood was a little complicated. The appearance of a monk is not easy to change. But these days, the person in front of him has been so haggard.
"Grandfather, do you want to come in for a cup of tea?" Luo Yunyi finally couldn't bear it and asked.
"I, can I?" The city lord looked at Luo Yunyi in surprise.
Before Luo Yunyi could speak, the city lord himself shook his head again, looked at Luo Anling and Yu Xinlan, and bowed to them: "I'm sorry, although you probably don't need this apology, but I still want to say it. "
After saying this, the city lord turned around and left quickly.
Luo Anling looked at his father's retreating back, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he still didn't say it in the end.
Yu Xinlan glanced at Luo Anling, and said angrily, "Okay, go talk to him if you want. I'm still angry now. Maybe I'll be willing to pay attention to him when the weather clears up. But not now."
"Then I'm not going either, I'm still angry." Luo Anling said.
Luo Yunyi glanced at his parents and went out with a big yellow chicken.
Mother said, time is always the best medicine.
For monks, the most important thing is time.
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It has been six days since Tiandaomen initiated the invitation, and there are still monks coming. But Tiandaomen is like an infinite space, no matter how many people come, it can accommodate, which amazes the monks.
Tiandaomen announced that the competition will be held in six days. In the next six days, the number of monks who came to Tiandaomen gradually decreased, and those who should come are almost here.
The elders of the four major sects are responsible for the judges of the audition.
Anyone who participates in the competition can sign up, and there is no age limit for Chuxiu. However, to participate in the sword and spell competition, all participating monks must be under forty years old, and after entering the competition arena, the cultivation base will become the same, and those with low-level cultivation base will improve their strength in the arena, and the monks with high strength will improve their strength in the arena. A cultivation base is naturally invalid after stepping down. In other words, to win depends on one's own understanding of spells and swordsmanship, as well as personal battle plans. Develop the same strength to the maximum.
This just surprised the monks, Tiandaomen can even do such a thing.
This made many low-level monks overjoyed.
(End of this chapter)