I am a fairy in the world of mortals

Chapter 11: When will you become extraordinary?
At this moment, the needle drop could be heard suddenly in the dining hall.

It’s not unusual to practice the Fluttering Sleeve Kung Fu to a great level. Even those with less qualifications can practice it within half a year to a year if they accumulate time.

In the final analysis, the so-called Dacheng is a ladder reserved for ordinary people. For ordinary practitioners, it is enough to practice a martial arts to Dacheng.

What really shocked many people was the high-spirited and surging attitude Li Lang showed at this moment.

He was too confident and too proud.

But it is not unreasonable. His pride is the vitality that bursts out from the soil and bricks after many days of accumulation.

Even though it is immature and fragile, it seems to have infinite possibilities.

Seeing Li Lang flinging his sleeves and leaving, striding out the door, Bai Heng finally recovered from his confusion and couldn't help but shout to the door: "Junior brother, what do you want to do here?"

Li Lang, who was standing at the door, paused slightly when he heard the words, with a slight smile on his lips. He turned his head slightly, and a ray of sunlight hit the side of his face, as if it was coated with a halo.

"I want to go up to the nine heavens to catch the moon, and I want to go down to the five seas to catch the dragon. I want to do what I want, and I don't want to do it with others."

"Haha! Madman!" Bai Heng murmured.

Are you crazy?

A little crazy!
Not in line with identity, not in line with status, not in line with the environment.

For the social terrorists, for them to behave in such a crazy manner in such an environment is like having sex on the street.

But if these are not consistent, how can we still talk about being crazy?
Although Li Lang is crazy today, how many people don't have such crazy thoughts in their hearts?
It's just limited by various realities and so-called reason.

Li Lang waved his sleeves and strode out of the dining hall. He ignored the noise gradually rising behind him and continued to walk forward... and then he arrived at the starting point, which was the latrine.

Go straight out of the Zhaitang gate and you will arrive directly at the hut. This...is very reasonable.

He coughed dryly, turned reservedly, and walked towards the small forest by the lake where he had been practicing martial arts.

As he walked, he gradually restrained his wild attitude just now.

As time passed, Li Lang had already figured out some flavors.

An otherworldly 'talent' can be half hidden and half revealed. However, in addition to using talent to attract attention and gain investment, he can also use other more symptomatic ways to gain favor.

In Qingyang Temple, from the Lower Courtyard to the Xixinyuan, and then from the Xixinyuan to the Wangxue Hall, the treatment you get and the resources you enjoy are completely different every time you go up a level.

There is always a difference between the Xixinyuan and the Lower Courtyard, between those who have entered and those who have not yet entered.

Judging from the various associations and hills clustered in the Xixinyuan, there has never been a lack of attention and use from the higher levels.

It is very different from the chaotic original ecology of the House of Commons.

Today, Li Lang showed his ambition in the dining hall and pretended. Although it may be a bit blunt, it definitely meets the core standards of Qingyang Temple.

Handsome and...shameless!
The word "shameless" is the essence of what Half-faced Monk personally taught. Li Lang has been thinking about these two words these days.

The so-called shameless can be understood as shameless, or it can also be regarded as despicable and obscene.

In Li Lang's view, the interpretation of these two words in Qingyang Temple should be to put aside more so-called constraints and enter a more willful and casual state.

People like Huikong and Brother Zhao all put on airs and tightened their faces. Although they looked extraordinary, they were not elegant enough, so they could only stay in the outer door and could not enter the main room.

Only those who laugh when they want, speak when they want, leave when they want, and don't care about the sight and recognition of others like Half-faced Monk, can they be regarded as having gained the true inheritance.

While Li Lang continued to hone his martial arts skills by the lake, the news about what happened in the dining hall after the morning class spread throughout the Xixinyuan.

And along with some channels of Xixinyuan, it gradually rose up, flew to the clouds, flew to the Buddhist hall, and flew to the ears of those true 'arhats'. It was clearly a bright day, and in the courtyard covered with fine white sand, there were flowing snowflakes.

A handsome monk wearing a white robe covering his body, with half of his chest exposed, is lying in the arms of a beautiful woman, holding a scroll of Buddhist scriptures in his hand, reading softly, and when he is in high spirits, he will sing loudly. The atmosphere seemed good.

The sound of subtle footsteps came, and a tall, thin, stern-faced young monk wearing a blue monk's robe with flowing clouds and flying scales stepped into the courtyard, and the snow stopped for a while.

His eyes were cold, his lips were like knives, and there was only a little cinnabar between his brows, like fire melting ice, and a warm sun rising in the cold winter.

The amethyst beads held between the fingertips were emitting a hazy aura, adding a strange tone to the surrounding plain colors.

"Why are you here? But you came just in time. The fruits from the Fire Kingdom were transported thousands of miles away using magical relays. It has not been more than three days. They are fresh and delicious." The monk in white continued to lie in the arms of the beautiful woman. In the middle, he did not put down the scripture in his hand, but tilted his head slightly and pointed at the white-pink grapes placed on the white jade plate beside him. The peels were shining with crystal luster, as if they were covered with dew, and they were particularly juicy.

"A good seedling has emerged from Xixinyuan." The monk in green said directly and decisively.

"So? Is there anything strange? Every year, Xixinyuan produces a few outstanding ones." The monk in white put down the scripture in his hand and opened his mouth. The beautiful woman smiled fondly, picked a grape and put it in Biting her red lips, she then possessed him and fed him.

"I also heard that Master Xueyu had contact with him!" the monk in green said again.

The monk in white sat upright this time and temporarily escaped from the beautiful woman's arms.

In an instant, the originally beautiful woman began to lose her color like a painting that had lost its color.

The red leaves fell to the ground and turned into a beauty carved from leaves.

Such amorous feelings are not real people, but just an illusion.

"Uncle Xueyu...?"

"Does he like that little novice monk?" the monk in white asked.

"He is the only Xue generation in the previous batch who came back alive from the capital, although..."

"But if it's someone he likes, it will be very interesting to think about it!" The monk in white seemed to be asking himself.

The monk in green said: "You want to help him? Carry him to the level of Xuezi?"

The monk in white asked, "You don't want such a person to appear? In three years, it will be time to go to Beijing to preach again. It's time for someone from the Xue generation to appear."

"Except for Senior Uncle Xue Yu and two senior uncles Xue Ya and Xue Hai, there is no one else in the Xue generation. In terms of reputation, who can be promoted to the Xue generation? Now in Wangxue Hall, besides caring for me, there is no one else What do others think?”

As he spoke, the monk in white showed his arrogance.

The monk in green was silent.

The monk in white smiled when he saw it.

"You want to go up! You want to give it a try!" said the monk in white.

"Yes!" The monk in green's answer was short but powerful.

"You and I have supported each other for many years. If you want to go up, of course I will accompany you."

"Even if it's difficult, it's just one death. It's nothing." The monk in white waved his hand to stop the monk in green from possible reply.

The reason why it is possible is because if the monk in green clothes did not face him, his words would be fewer and shorter.

"But we still have to help when we need to. Even if there is one more person, we can share a little more risk and pressure."

"I will take care of this matter, you don't have to interfere." After saying this, the monk in white took out two leaves from his sleeves, used his finger as a pen, wrote and drew on the leaves, then folded them and turned them into A red eagle flew out of the courtyard with a loud cry and headed straight for the Xixin Lake.

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