Chapter 572: There are so many fallacies!
"What are you doing?"
"It's too busy!"
"One sentence or two sentences, it is not clear to you."
"In short, I just don't accept apprentices."
Zhang Xiaofan is naturally too lazy to talk to Lin Yuner, and explain more about this matter.
Directly, I walked towards my bedroom.
"Master, you astonishing Chinese kung fu who sobbed ghosts and gods."
"Isn't it meant to be lost in your generation?"
"If this is the case, your master knows it."
"I think he must be very sad in his heart ..."
Lin Yuner still did not give up, and continued to insist, said.
"My master ?!"
Zhang Xiaofan's mouth twitched. Would this unreliable master be sad?
joke!
Like him, every third difference wǔbù is fighting the landlords with the sky soldiers.
Otherwise, make a table with Sun Wukong, Pig Ring, and Sha Wujing.
If such idle people would be sad, then it is estimated that the entire world will shed tears along with it.
"It's not lost, you don't have to worry about that."
Zhang Xiaofan tilted his head and squinted at Lin Yun'er, saying perfunctoryly.
"Ah? Not lost!"
"Master, don't you say you won't accept apprentices?"
Lin Yuner was also made by Zhang Xiaofan at the moment.
Some monks in the second position were puzzled.
Does n’t this accept apprentices mean that no one has passed on Master ’s Huaxia Kungfu?
No one inherits this, does it mean that Master has no one succeeded?
If no one succeeds Master, does this not mean that such awesome Huaxia Kung Fu is lost?
Then if this master ’s great Chinese kung fu is lost, who do you want to learn such a great Chinese kung fu?
Immediately these problems, one after another emerged from Lin Yuner's small head melon.
Subconsciously, she asked:
"If you do n’t accept apprentices, do n’t you accept apprentice masters, would n’t you lose your time?
"Che, I didn't say it wouldn't be taught to others."
"Also, when will I become your master?"
"You can call me Xiaofan, or classmate Zhang can."
"But don't call me Master anymore, I don't have your unlucky student!"
Speaking, Zhang Xiaofan looked down at Lin Yun'er and looked down at him with disdain:
"Also, you have a poor understanding!"
"Ah? I have a poor understanding! My IQ ..."
Lin Yun'er said half of it, and then he got stuck.
When asked by Zhang Xiaofan, she did not seem to know how much her IQ was.
However, one thing she can be sure of.
That is, her IQ is definitely not low!
Otherwise, it is not possible to pass the college admissions test.
Successfully admitted to Dongkuk University!
However, she just wanted to reject it subconsciously.
But after hearing that, Zhang Xiaofan followed the sentence.
Immediately captured the focus, overjoyed and said:
"Ah? Master!"
"Then what do you mean, you also intend to teach you this skill?"
"So since you teach others, you also teach me."
"Then you just teach me Kung Fu, okay?"
"not good!"
Zhang Xiaofan refused without thinking, and he couldn't help uttering a word.
"Do I know you well?"
"I met for the first time today, and I will teach you Kung Fu?"
"Why do you think my Watt is like you?"
