So she was more careful and did not ask directly, but kept silent and waited for Zhang Lichen to speak.

Zhang Lichen said: "Starting from the mountain gate, you keep looking at me."

The child lowered his eyes and said, "Master's charm is impressive."

"Is that right?" Zhang Lichen said silently for a moment, "From today, you will be my only disciple of Piaomiao Peak, please follow me."

The child followed him out of the conference hall, turned around and came to the edge of the mountain.

Zhang Lichen pointed far away: "Where is Piaomiao Peak, where you live in the future."

The child looked in the direction he pointed, and through the layers of fog, he could only see the shadows of the mountains in the distance.

"So far." The child murmured to himself.

She looked up and asked Zhang Lichen: "Master, it's not easy to go back and forth so far, right?"

Zhang Lichen: "What's wrong?"

"A long time down the mountain, a long time climbing the mountain. One round trip is a day after a day."

"climb?"

"Can you fly over if you don't climb?"

"good."

"..." The child looked into the distance, "Master, there are no gods in this world."

Even if those who learn martial arts can do light skills, they can at most be at the level of climbing trees by climbing walls. If they can fly from this mountain to that mountain, what is the difference between them and gods?

Children will not believe it even if they are beaten to death.

But soon Zhang Lichen made her believe it.

I saw him wave his long sleeves, and the fog in front of him dissipated, revealing a thin rope.

From the bottom of your feet, it stretches to the distant peaks.

This rope is as thin as a little finger.

Could this be what my mother said about juggling tightrope walking?

The child opened his mouth and his voice was dry: "Master, I really don't dare to walk tightropes."

If you fall accidentally, you will be crushed to pieces.

"What are you walking on the tightrope?" Zhang Lichen said coldly, "Look at the teacher."

He took out a piece of white towel from his sleeve, jumped up lightly, hung the towel on the rope, grabbed the rope with both hands, and quickly slid forward.

The mountain wind blew up his robe and wide sleeves, gradually hiding into the cloud dance, and it was indeed floating in the air.

The children were stunned.

"Children, come here." Zhang Lichen's voice came from the clouds.

Children hesitate.

She didn't know how long the rope was. What if she couldn't let go of her hand and fell off the cliff?

Maybe Zhang Lichen is skilled and brave, but young children are by no means joking about their lives.

She still remembered the advice of her mother and wanted to go back to see them alive.

Perhaps because the child had not come over for a long time, Zhang Lichen swept back with a towel.

He fell to the ground lightly and frowned, "Children, why don't you come with me?"

The young child honestly answered: "I dare not."

"..." Zhang Lichen was almost angry and laughed, "I see you were quite brave when you encouraged Wang Han on the ring and joined forces with others to deal with others."

"Master, these are two different things."

"You're talking about it."

"I don't like ignorance and fearlessness." The child pointed ahead, "I'm here for the first time. I don't know the depth of the front, so I'm unwilling to take risks with my life. Maybe the master thinks I'm timid, but I think this is responsible for myself. Because there is only one life."

Zhang Lichen was silent for a moment and said, "Since that's the case, I will take you to know the depth."

After saying that, he grabbed the child's arm with one hand, held the towel with one hand, and swung her down!
Chapter completed!