Li Yuan, San Zang looked at the young man rolling on the ground, his forehead covered in cold sweat, not knowing what to do for a moment.

He didn't know that the young master of the Li family was so weak!

Wasn't the young master of the Li family a disciple of the Plum Blossom Sword Immortal?

"Master Li."

San Zang urgently said, "This monk has no money, how can I compensate Master Li?"

On the ground, Li Ziye heard this and immediately stopped acting spoiled, grinning and said, "Teach me a move."

San Zang was taken aback, and after a moment, he put his palms together and recited the Buddhist chant, "Amitabha, Brother Li, the martial arts of the Qingdeng Temple cannot be passed on."

"Ah, my lumbar disc!"

Li Ziye rolled on the ground again.@@novelbin@@

Outside the west wing, Bai Wangyu floated over and saw the scene inside, saying lightly, "San Zang, I advise you to teach him a move, otherwise, this matter will definitely not end."

San Zang looked embarrassed, and after a long time, gritted his teeth and said, "Then Master Li must promise not to pass on the techniques of our Qingdeng Temple."

"I swear on my life."

Li Ziye lay on the ground, holding up four fingers, solemnly swearing.

"Alright, Master Li, what technique do you want to learn?" San Zang asked.

Li Ziye heard this and looked at the little red hat not far away, gesturing with his eyes, meaning, which one to learn?

Bai Wangyu understood and mouthed, "Bodhi Three Degrees."

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