What If My Sister Wants To Attack Me

　　 For immortal cultivators, without sleep, cultivation is a rest time. Not only can they return to blue and blood, but they can also improve their cultivation skills.

　　 Just like ordinary people have a certain chance of sleeping and having nightmares, cultivation also has a similar state. In the term of cultivation, it is called the invasion of the heart demon.

　　 After finding Ling Ling, Li Ran, who returned to the inn to practice, was disturbed by the demons at this time.

　　 While he drifted away from his mind, he dreamed of a black monk smiling at him. Between two thick **** lips, a mouthful of white teeth was dazzling.

　　 Li Ran woke up suddenly and broke away from his cultivation state, with cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

　　 "Boy, what's the matter with you?" The black-and-white Taoist cultivating on the side noticed Li Ran's abnormality and asked with his eyes open.

　　 "I dream of that bald head during the day."

　　 "It turned out to be an intrusion by a demon, what did he do to you in the dream?"

　　 Li Ran was not in the mood to answer, walked to the window, opened the wooden window, and the cool night breeze hit his face.

　　 It was late at night, but the city was still shining, bright as day, and people came and went on the street.

　　 Just as the immortal cultivator has no sleep, there is no night in the city of immortality.

　　 He took a long breath and decided to go out and breathe.

　　 He lifted the black-and-white Taoist from the bed like a bag, came to the door, opened the door, and suddenly it went black.

"It's you!"

　　 The black monk I met during the day stood in front of him.

　　 The weird thing is that the black monk was standing in front of him, but he couldn't notice the other person's breath at all.

　　 He suddenly became nervous, and the spiritual power in his body began to vibrate.

　　 The black and white Taoist who was caught in his hand also widened his small eyes and stared at the black monk in front of him vigilantly.

　　 "Don't be so nervous, the donor, I'm here to help you." The black monk grinned.

　　 "What can I do for me?"

　　 "Help the donor get rid of the evil and the sea of ​​suffering."

　　 "Thank you, I don't need it."

　　 Li Ran slammed the door, turned around, and the black monk was already standing behind him.

　　 "Since the donor is so confused, I have to help the donor open up."

The black monk spoke calmly, and took out a mallet used to beat the wooden fish from behind. The mallet was jet-black, about two feet long and as thick as a child's arm. It was engraved with secret texts, and the hammer head was smooth and shiny. Thousands of hits.

　　 Li Ran was about to do his hands. Before the spiritual power in his body had been activated, the mallet had already fallen on his head, making a clear sound, like a knock on an elm bump.

　　 There was a bang in Li Ran's head, his eyes turned black, and his head fell.

　　 The black monk looked at the black-and-white Taoist who fell beside Li Ran again, and the black-and-white Taoist twitched in his heart and did not dare to make a sound.

　　 "You are also a good seed, let's go with me."

　　 After saying that, with a wave of the monk's robe, he put Li Ran and the black and white Taoist into the big sleeves, and then calmly left the room.

　　 came outside the house, one person had already been waiting at the end of the corridor.

　　 "The female donor wants to stop me?" The black monk smiled.

　　 Suizuki shook his head.

　　 "I don't dare, but please leave your dharma name. I have an explanation." Shui Yue stared at the black monk with a serious expression.

　　 "Da Mie."

　　 The black monk said calmly, then walked past Shuiyue and disappeared at the top of the stairs.

　　 Shuiyue slowly turned around, with a surprised expression on his face, it turned out to be him?

　　 Looking at the empty stairs, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart and whispered to herself:

"……fair enough."

　　 Then she returned to the room, her consciousness immersed in a ray of brand in the soul.

　　 "Master Emperor, Li Ran was taken away by Monk Da Mie."

　　 There was a response quickly in the branding.

　　 "Da Mie, Motuo's great apprentice? How did you meet him?"

　　 Shuiyue packaged the scenes of encountering the dying stored in the sea of ​​consciousness, and after sending it through the brand of divine consciousness, he said:

　　 "I belong to the dignitaries who go down to Jingnian Mountain."

The brand replied: "No need, Emperor Motuo has already been sitting down, and his ten disciples have each won a relic left behind after sitting down, and they have already left Jingnian Mountain. Moreover, your strength is not restored, it is not theirs. Opponent. You come back first, and I will restore your cultivation base, then you will find him back."

"Yes."

　　……

　　 Li Ranyouyou woke up, opened his eyes and saw a familiar black face in front of him.

　　 He is lying on a simple wooden bed, and the black and white Taoist is lying beside him with his bare buttocks.

　　 "Brother, are you awake?"

　　 Li Ran suddenly got up, the spiritual power in his body was surging, and he was about to start a trouble, but saw the black monk calmly stretch out his right hand and lightly press on his shoulder, the spiritual power in his body was instantly suppressed, and he was stuck in stagnation.

　　 "Junior brother, don't be so nervous, I have no malice against you."

　　 Li Ran immediately realized that the strength gap between himself and the opponent is too large, and it is not appropriate to fight hard. First, find out the situation and then think of a solution.

　　 "Brother? Are you calling me?"

　　 "Yes~www.wuxiaspot.com~Master, before his old man sits down, let me come to you and put you in the door."

　　 "But I don't know your master at all." Li Ran hasn't been in the immortal realm for a long time. He can be sure that after arriving in the immortal realm, he has not dealt with other bald people.

　　 "Master, his old man is the master of the pure mind, and he is honored as Motuo."

"do not know."

　　 "It doesn't matter if you don't know each other. From now on, you can just remember the name of the master. I am the first apprentice of the master, and the dharma name is up to the end. You can call me brother in the future."

　　 "Wait, I didn't say to agree."

　　 Da Mie looked at Li Ran with a smile, and a strange light shot from his eyes: "Master's death, you must be a disciple. If you don't agree, don't want to leave this temple."

　　 "……"

　　 "Think about it, come to me when you figure it out."

　　 Da Mie patted Li Ran on the shoulder, then turned and walked out the door.

　　 Li Ran looked out the door. The courtyard outside was small, with bluestone slabs paved, and there was a well in the corner.

　　 He suddenly felt a bit cold on his head, and when he reached out his hand, the top of his head was smooth.

　　 "Where is my hair?"

　　 He was surprised and touched again, the touch from his palm was as smooth as silk.

"how so?!"

Even if you shave your hair, the remaining roots will still tie your hands. A fresh bald head should feel as rough as sandpaper. It can't be so silky. It feels as if all his hair has been uprooted, not even stubble. Left.

　　 "When the black monk shaving for you, he applied a secret method on your head. If you don't break this method, your hair will never grow out."

　　 The black and white Taoist on the bed has gotten up, and said against a small bald head that is as smooth as an egg.