Super Student's Three-realms Army

"I'm so busy!"    

"One sentence, two sentences, I can't explain it clearly to you."    

"In short, I just don't accept disciples."    

Zhang Xiaofan was naturally too lazy to explain this matter to Lin Yun'er to her.    

He headed straight for his own room.    

"Then Master, your Chinese martial arts is shocking to the world and makes you cry like a ghost."    

"Doesn't this mean that the legacy will soon be lost in your generation?"    

"If your master finds out about this."    

"I think his heart will definitely be very sad …"    

Lin Yun'er refused to give up and insisted.    

"My master?!"    

The corner of Zhang Xiaofan's mouth twitched. How could his unreliable master be sad?    

What a joke!    

For people like him, every few days, they would not be playing Landlord with the heavenly soldiers and generals.    

Or else, he would just be playing along with Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wuduan.    

If this kind of idle person was sad, then the entire world would probably cry along with him.    

"It won't be lost, you don't have to worry about that."    

Zhang Xiaofan tilted his head, looked at Lin Yun'er, and said perfunctorily.    

"Ah?" It will not be lost! "    

"Master, didn't you say you wouldn't accept disciples?"    

Lin Yun'er was also shocked by Zhang Xiaofan's words.    

Some of the monks were confused.    

If he didn't take in a disciple, didn't that mean that no one would inherit his Chinese martial arts?    

If no one inherited it, wouldn't it mean that there would be no one left in his master's line of work?    

If there were no successors, didn't this mean that such an awesome Chinese martial arts technique had been lost?    

Then if this master's kung fu was lost to him, who would he find to learn it from?    

All of a sudden, these questions appeared in Lin Yun'er's mind.    

Subconsciously, she asked:    

"If you don't take in disciples, if you don't take in disciples, wouldn't your martial arts be lost?"    

"Tsk, it's not like I said I wouldn't teach it to others."    

"Also, when did I become your master?"    

"You can call me Little Fan or Student Zhang."    

"But don't call me master anymore, I don't have an unlucky disciple like you!"    

Saying that, Zhang Xiaofan lowered his head and looked at Lin Yun'er contemptuously.    

"Moreover, your perception is too poor!"    

"Ah?" My perception is poor! "My IQ..."    

Lin Yun'er's words stuck in her throat halfway through her sentence.    

After being asked by Zhang Xiaofan, she indeed didn't seem to know the exact details of her IQ.    

However, she was certain of one thing.    

That was, her IQ was definitely not low!    

Otherwise, it would be impossible to pass the college entrance exam.    

Entrance to Dongguo University was a success!    

However, she was just about to retort subconsciously.    

Zhang Xiaofan's last sentence was heard.    

He was overjoyed and said:    

"Ah?" Master! "    

"Then what you mean is that you also want to impart this martial arts to you?"    

"Since that's the case, you can teach others, but you can also teach me."    

"Then why don't you just teach me your martial arts?"    

"This is bad!"    

Zhang Xiaofan rejected her without even thinking about it. He could not help but grumble in his heart.    

"Do I know you well?"    

"It's the first time we're meeting today, and I'm already imparting your kung fu to you?"    

"Do you think my brain is the same as yours?"