Chapter 100 The Little Monk
This training ground is basically just an open space, not too big, not too small either; it's big enough for a couple hundred people to stand apart.
However, because the snow was too thick, this place was unusable, so the young monks in the temple were assigned to this spot to sweep the snow.
There was a group of young monks, about a dozen in total. The oldest looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, while the youngest were only five or six. The younger ones did nothing and needed to be taken care of.
Although Hei Ming didn't know what kind of pleasure she got from spying, he wisely kept quiet.
The next second, the person who had been secretly watching suddenly bent down, scooped up a handful of snow, and rolled it into a snowball, looking eager to try it out.
Seeing this, Hei Ming quickly lowered his head; he saw nothing.
Even if such a big snowball hits you, it won't hurt, but it must be freezing cold to the bone.
Then, to Hei Ming's astonishment, Feng Qingge threw the snowball in her hand.
The speed was neither fast nor slow, like the wind blowing. It didn't seem to have much force, but it was thrown quite far until it hit a little monk on the head.
With a smack, the white snowball on the little monk's bald head instantly dissipated, but it looked like a snow bump had grown on his forehead.
The little monk was stunned by the sudden snowball hitting him, and the other little monks nearby were also surprised. They had all seen the snowball coming, but they hadn't reacted to it.
"Uh..." The little monk who was hit came to his senses, touched the snow bump on his forehead, and was still a little dazed.
"It's the Third Young Master, the Third Young Master has arrived."
"It really is the Third Young Master."
It's unclear who spoke first, but as soon as he did, a group of young monks all looked over, chattering like birds.
Seeing that she could no longer hide, Feng Qingge stepped out from behind the wall and came to the group of little brats.
"Third Young Master." The little monk, who had been hit by a snowball, touched his bald head and grinned foolishly.
"Little Wu, how come you always get caught in this?" Feng Qingge looked at the snow bump on his forehead, somewhat speechless.
The little monk who was hit was named Ji Wu, but Feng Qingge always liked to call him Xiao Wuzi.
"Third Young Master, I have been practicing very hard." Although it was a bit funny for him to say this with his forehead covered in snow, Feng Qingge patted his bald head with satisfaction. "Hmm, that's ambitious."
"Third Young Master."
"Third Young Master."
"Third Young Master."
As they were talking, the little monks who were still sweeping snow gathered around and pushed Hei Ming, who was originally standing behind Feng Qingge, out of the way.
"Just wait." Raising her eyebrows and smiling, her flamboyant red attire made her resemble a red plum blossom blooming in the snow, extremely dazzling.
Mo Linyuan, who had just arrived, happened to witness this scene. The person, who resembled a proud red plum blossom, possessed a bewitching beauty. Against this white backdrop, she was so beautiful that her beauty touched people's hearts.
Before she could even approach, she saw the woman pull out a handful of colorful candies from her bosom and distribute them to the group of little monks who were clinging to her clothes.
The little monks took all the candy before letting go, but they still lingered around her, unwilling to leave.
He patted the bald head of the little monk who looked about five years old in front of him and said, "Alright, you've taken the candy. Now hurry up and sweep the floor. Your senior brother will scold you again if he sees you slacking off. Go now."
"No, Senior Brother would never swear. He has a very good temper." The little monk, in a childlike voice, couldn't help but defend his senior brother, even though Feng Qingge was technically their senior brother.
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