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Liu'er looked at the boiling river and felt an indescribable surge of emotions. Thinking about all the things that had happened recently, she couldn't help but sigh. If he hadn't entered Fortune Inn that day, he wouldn't have been able to see Xiao Lan. If he didn't have Xiao Lan, how would he have been able to learn Peacock Steps? When he thought about how he had just met Xiao Lan, how she had bullied him, and how he had not been able to curry favor or beg for forgiveness, he couldn't help but find it funny.

Liu'er's mind was in a mess. She suddenly thought of something and asked: "I remember your surname is Luo, but Big Brother Jiang's surname is Jiang." "So you're not Big Bro Jiang's blood sister anymore?"

When Xiao Lan heard him mention River City, she didn't know how big brother Jiang was. A gentleman was a devil that killed without batting an eye, and Big Bro Jiang was full of righteousness. If one was the slightest bit careless, then there would be a fatal disaster. Thinking of this, his expression dimmed again. Then, he thought about his own life and sighed. He was no longer in a good mood as he mumbled, "I'm a child without a father or mother to love. To be able to live in this world is already a very good thing.

Liu'er was surprised, and thought to herself, "So she was just like me, an orphan. You are not satisfied with living in the Immortal Crocodile Manor, but I am a real beggar. And who is there to resent? " Although he thought this, he still sympathized with Xiao Lan. He knew that no matter how good the clothes and food was, they would never be able to match his real parents' embrace. He comforted her, "So you … If your parents knew that you were so smart, they would definitely regret it. "

Xiao Lan said, "It's their business whether they regret or not. I'm living quite well right now, I don't need them at all … I just thought my master was my mother … " Even though she said so, her tone was full of resentment.

Liu'er wanted to exhort him, but wasn't he the same as well? He only stammered, "Perhaps, they also don't want to … Have you thought of going to them? "

Xiao Lan was a little confused. Of course she had thought of it, but so what if she found it? Would they recognize him? Even if they acknowledged each other, was he going to let her leave his master? He was at a loss and mumbled to himself, "So what if we find it? "In the end, they still don't want me …" Then he shook his head, as if he could shake off all the worries in his mind this way.

Xiao Lan continued, "My master told me that she found me in an evening when the sun was setting in the west. That day there was some fog in the valley, and Master found me by crying. "From then on, you have called me Rolande."

Liu'er muttered the name 'Rolande' in her heart, "Even if this is not your family name, it is still better than not having a family name. If someone were to give me a name, I would definitely be overjoyed. " Then, he recalled that even though he had taken Daoist Honshu as his master, he didn't seem to care about his name, nor did he think about changing it. He called out his name more diligently than anyone else all day long.

Thinking of his own master, he could not help but roll his eyes again.

Since the two of them had started to talk about their names, Little Lan had always wondered why Liu'er's name was so casual. He immediately asked, "What about you? Is it because you're ranked sixth, that's why you're called sixth? Where are your five elder brothers and sisters? "

Liu'er had climbed out of the hole by now and was sitting next to Xiao Lan. Hearing her question, he perked up and said, "How could I have so many older brothers and sisters? I ate my fill alone, so my whole family wasn't hungry!" Being alone is also fine! " Then he realized that things were different now. He had a new teacher, so he changed his tone and said, "Who knew that there's an old man to raise now?"

Hearing him say that he was alone, Xiao Lan felt touched. Then, hearing him call his master an "old man", his childish nature suddenly perked up, and he also became excited. He then moved closer to Liu'er and asked, "How did you meet your master? How did you become a little Taoist? "

Liu'er told Xiao Lan about how she met the Daoist Master in Qingzhou and how she hid the book for him. In the end, she also told him about how the Daoist Master had eaten her biscuit. Xiao Lan started to feel anxious as he did not know that Liu'er had encountered such a situation. The more he heard, the more surprised he became. He thought to himself: "I heard that the people in the martial arts world view it as a treasure. It is considered a divine weapon and secret scriptures of the martial arts world. Liu said that his master had given him a book to hide in. Those people must be after this book! " Then, he remembered that Liu'er had suddenly used the Sparrow Steps, as if she had thought of something inconceivable, and her eyes widened in shock.

Xiao Lan thought, "Could this be the martial arts manual?" When she thought of this, she suddenly thought of the time when Jiang City had gone to the Qiao family compound. Liu'er had recited a few words that sounded like a martial arts mental cultivation method, but she had not paid it any heed at the time.

Xiao Lan's thoughts were meticulous and her mind was spinning fast. She just never thought about it. He was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time. He stared at Liu Er and said, "So … You knew martial arts a long time ago? "

Liu'er did not know why she asked him this question. "I don't know how to do that!" You were the one who taught me my crappy little steps! " After which, he noticed the anger on Xiao Lan's face, and hurriedly said, "It's not that the master didn't teach you well, it's just that little disciple is too stupid and hasn't learned the essence yet." Xiao Lan smiled, turning anger into joy.

Liu'er rejoiced inwardly and said, "My master didn't teach me anything and always told me to recite. I saw that he knew magic tricks, and he didn't teach me either! " His tone was a little grumbling, even more grumbling than Xiao Lan's tone just now.

Xiao Lan asked doubtfully, "What magic trick?" Liu'er then threw out the Daoist Sun, how she landed on the ground, how she couldn't break the snowball, and how the snowball turned into water in her master's palm — she described it to Xiao Lan.

Although Xiao Lan had learnt some movement arts, they were all just superficial knowledge. Moreover, Xiao Lan was fun to play with, and the Vermillion Bird was reluctant to force her hand. So, even though she knew some mnemonic chants, she didn't have a true martial arts cultivation. However, she had grown up in the Immortal Crocodile Manor. Although she didn't know how, she had seen quite a few of them.

When Xiao Lan heard what Liu'er said about the Daoist turning the snow into water, she thought of River City turning the snow into water in front of the Qiao family's courtyard. How similar were the two? Daoist Voidgrace definitely knew kung fu. He was even more certain that the book memorized by Liu'er had an extraordinary origin, but he couldn't figure out why the Daoist wasn't going to teach him directly.

The more Xiao Lan thought about it, the weirder she became, and the more she felt happy for Liu'er. She was eager to find out more about it, so she said, "How much of the book have you memorized? Behind me! "

Liu'er usually found it difficult to memorize a book. The words in a book were difficult to understand, and even more difficult to memorize. It just so happened that his master must have made him recite it so that he wouldn't miss a single word of it. For this reason, he had suffered a lot. At this moment, Xiao Lan suddenly called him by his back. He was unwilling to do so in his heart, so he pouted and said, "Why do you call it reciting?"

Xiao Lan had already thought that the book was unusual and refused to memorize it, thinking, "Master said that it is taboo to reveal one's mental cultivation method in the martial arts world, so Liu'er was unwilling to say that it must have been his master's orders. "He doesn't trust me either?" He could not help but be angry, his face dark and uncertain, and said: "It's fine if you don't want to memorize it, but why pretend to be so pitiful? Who cares if you come here to carry them! "