Demon respects life, Master, don’t cry, disciple is wrong

Han Ziyu ran to the bronze mirror and thought about it for a while. He was so ugly that he had a sad face, pouted his little mouth and snorted.

"What? Doesn't it look good?" Bei Yi asked jokingly.

"For the sake of fairness, I will also draw something on your face." Han Ziyu's eyes were filled with anger.

Bei Yi looked at his aggrieved look, like a little tiger that couldn't eat any meat, so he decided not to tease him anymore.

"Well, I reluctantly agree to you." Bei Yi stood in front of Han Ziyu with his arms folded.

Han Ziyu picked up the palm oil bottle on the table and poured it into the palm of his hand, and then slapped his whole palm on Bei Yi's face. Bei Yi completely turned into a bad luck collector, his face was so gray that his true appearance could not be seen.

"Are you relieved this time?"

Han Ziyu nodded: "Humph."

"Then, how about I teach you how to make a mushroom spiritual weapon? Don't you remember now, six hundred years ago, this thing was deeply loved by you, and you would use it first every time you went to bed...and then later..."

Bei Yi turned to look at Han Ziyu who was serious and obedient beside him. Now that he had lost his memory and his mind had regressed to more than ten years ago, wouldn't it be a hooligan to tell him these things?

"What then?"

"Nothing, just a gadget to make you happy."

"I was there six hundred years ago?"

"Of course, you are there." Not only you, you are the person I have hated all my life. I wish I could eat his bones, eat his flesh, and drink his blood. I wish I could turn you into a prostitute in the waste house. I wish I could throw you away. Go to the Demon Realm...

"Then have I become the immortal who saves the common people?"

Bei Yi looked at his innocent and curious eyes and didn't know how to answer. He was silent for a while and said: "You saved the common people with your own life. You are an immortal respected by the world."

Han Ziyu then showed a little smile: "That's good."

"Is saving people so good?"

Bei Yi wonders, isn't it good to spend this ordinary life with your lover? Why should you worry about the life and death of others, wander around the world with the one you love, watch the sun rise, the moon set, and enjoy the scenery of the four seasons?

"Of course, the lives of the people in the world are with me, and I can protect them every day."

"You are only nine years old, protect yourself first."

Han Ziyu stared at Bei Yi angrily: "Rotten wood cannot be carved, it is pedantic."

"You are so young and have so many ambitions. Do you want me to teach you how to make spiritual weapons?"

"Just make do with it."

Bei Yi laughed loudly: "You are still reluctant, the mushroom weapon is my family heirloom. If you learn it in the future, you will definitely use it when you meet the person you love. That person will love you to death."

"What do you mean?"

"You will understand later."

Bei Yi held Han Ziyu's slender hands tightly. The touch of these hands was really familiar, with bulging veins and slightly rough fingertips. In his previous life, he always loved to hold these imaginative hands...

He kissed these hands, every fingertip, and his cold fingers and hot mouth gave rise to intoxicating feelings.

He clenched his hands tightly, and the palm oil stained them, making them slippery and sticky. The hands were like little snakes scurrying around in his palms, numb and itchy.

Bei Yi closed his eyes tightly and his brain was pounding. The images from his past life echoed in his mind. His voice and his blood stirred in his mind again and again.

Han Ziyu's back was pressed against Bei Yi's. Bei Yi felt like he was about to suffocate. The light lotus fragrance on his body was killing him. The palm oil also had a light fragrance, and the air was mixed with sandalwood and agarwood. He It felt like Han Ziyu in front of her was like a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake waiting to be eaten.

He wanted to eat this piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and he wanted to devour it without leaving any residue behind...

"What's wrong? What's the next step? Where to put this wire?" Han Ziyu asked.

Bei Yi took a breath and waved his hand: "Put it here."

"Why is your face so red? Is it very hot?" Han Ziyu raised her sleeves to wipe the sweat from his face.

Bei Yi immediately pressed his hand: "I, I'm not hot."

"You're sweating."

"it's okay no problem."

Bei Yi pushed Han Ziyu's hand away: "Let's go ahead. Put this iron block here, use spiritual power to polish it into a ball shape and place it here."

"Is that so?" Han Ziyu processed an iron ball.

"It's too round. Mushrooms are not that round."

Han Ziyu snorted: "I've never seen mushrooms before."

Bei Yi almost spat out his saliva: "Well, let me draw it for you."

Bei Yi ran to the side and took a piece of white paper, picked up a brush and drew a ferocious mushroom: "This is the mushroom."

Han Ziyu tilted his head: "Why are mushrooms so ugly and scary?"

Bei Yi's old face darkened.

Han Ziyu continued: "Senior brother said that mushrooms are very beautiful and colorful, but the ones you drew are so dark and ugly."

Children's words have no restraints, children's words have no restraints, Bei Yi thought to himself.

"Well, this is an ugly mushroom that grows after it rains. You can make do with it. The general shape is like this. You can add other colors if you make it yourself."

Han Ziyu looked unhappy: "It's so ugly."

"As long as it's ugly and practical, do it quickly."

Bei Yi walked up behind Han Ziyu and taught him how to make a mushroom spiritual weapon, but he didn't dare to get so close to this person again. The smell and appearance were killing him.

"By the way, you said you are my disciple. When did I accept such an old disciple?"

Bei Yi's face froze: "You have lost your memory, hurry up and make a spiritual weapon."

"Look at you, you're about 20 years old. You're half older than me. You're really old."

Bei Yi is about to vomit blood. Han Ziyu usually doesn't like to talk. When he opens his mouth, he will get out. I'll beat you to death or beat you to death. Get out of here. When I was young, I talked a lot, which was overwhelming.

"I am over six hundred years old this year." Bei Yi emphasized.

Han Ziyu said: "I'll ask my senior brother later if he helped me take in a mentally ill disciple."

You, you are mentally ill. Forget it, considering that you are nine years old, I will not care about you anymore.

"Hey, how do you make this mushroom umbrella?"

Bei Yi reluctantly held his hand: "Come on, use your spiritual power."

As soon as Han Ziyu used his spiritual power, he was startled: "Ice? When did I have water spiritual power? I am fire."

Bei Yi couldn't believe it, what, fire element? How is this possible, that fire can turn into water? "What did you say, you are a fire element?"

"correct."

"You always use water, usually ice."

"Impossible, I am a fire element. If you don't believe it, look at it." Han Ziyu stretched out his hand, and a small flame burned on his left hand.

Bei Yi was surprised. There were people whose spiritual power had two attributes. How could this be possible? But Han Ziyu had never used the fire element. No wonder, no wonder Han Ziyu had never been injured when she had a relationship with him in her previous life. Water and fire are incompatible, and one party will be injured if they have a relationship. He has been wondering about it for a long time in his previous life. It turns out that this person actually has dual attributes. It is impossible to become a Taoist couple by practicing different attributes of spiritual power, and will only hurt each other.

Bei Yi thought about his own body again. It was a useless body. No wonder Han Ziyu could become Han Xianzun respected by the world at such a young age. Not only his strength, but also his talent had already overwhelmed countless people. Others were still worried about not being able to form inner energy. , people have had dual attributes for a long time. You say it is not irritating, Bei Yi is silent. If he used the body in his previous life, he might be able to practice well, but, in this life, hey, don't think about it, he is a waste.

"Hide your dual attributes well, it will be detrimental to you if someone sees it."

Han Ziyu nodded.

Bei Yi looked at Han Ziyu in front of him, and saw that he was neither taciturn nor cold in his young appearance. He didn't know what this man had been through. He wrapped himself up so tightly, for fear that others would notice. He pretended to be all day long. Tired? He is obviously only twenty-four years old, but he looks like a forty-year-old person. He is very mature and has to think about everything. Aren't you tired?

"After the mushroom umbrella is made, connect it with the mushroom handle with wire, put some palm oil on it, and then use your spiritual power."

Han Ziyu used his spiritual power, and then the mushroom swayed up and down.

Bei Yi picked up the mushroom he had made. It was hot and cold for a while, moving up and down, left and right. This mushroom was very useful. If there was such a mushroom weapon in his previous life, he would definitely use it. Han Ziyu's body.

"Did I do well?" Han Ziyu asked.

"Okay, very good, very good. This thing, when you meet your beloved and give it to him in the future, he will definitely be extremely happy, happier than receiving anything else. This is my unique secret technique , I don’t teach it to ordinary people, but it is related to your future happiness, so I will reluctantly teach you everything, but you have to promise me not to tell anyone else, this is a secret between the two of us."

Bei Yi stretched out his little finger, and Han Ziyu hooked his little finger: "It's a deal."

Han Ziyu played with the mushroom weapon happily for a while and then put it in the wooden box: "When you meet the person you love in the future, give it to him."

"Yes, keep it well and take it out later."

"Send it to senior brother in the future"

"No, this is for the one you love."

"OK then."

"Ah."

"You said you wanted to learn how to whip, so I'll teach you."

Bei Yi looked at his serious look and couldn't bear to interrupt him: "Okay, who did you learn this whip from?"

"Senior brother."

Bei Yi got very angry when he heard the word "senior brother". "Senior brother, it's senior brother again. If this person likes his senior brother, he knows about him all day long."

"Is your senior brother very good?"

"Yes, my senior brother is very powerful. He is good at slaying demons and demons. He is like a father. He teaches me skills and how to be a good person."

Bei Yi's face was filled with resentment. What's good about senior brother? He's not dead. I heard he died miserably. I wasn't the one who stayed with you in the previous life. Humph.

"Let's go, crack the whip." Bei Yi said, holding back his anger.

"Li Xuan." Han Ziyu summoned Li Xuan.

Bei Yi's scalp went numb when he heard the word "Li Xuan". He had been slapped by it so many times that his reflex arcs were almost withdrawn. He had a headache when he heard its name.

"The whip is easy to whip. Keep your lower body steady, use strength with your arms, find the target, control the intensity, and throw it hard." Han Ziyu swung it over, and the huge stone shattered into powder.

Bei Yi took the Li Xuan Whip from his hand, found the target and threw it out, causing the stone to shatter into pieces.

"Be ruthless!"

Bei Yi did as he was told, gritting his teeth and pulling hard, but the cracks in the stone did not change.

"You have to use force, your lower body needs to be stable, and your arms have to use strength."

Bei Yi did as he was told.

"How stupid!"

Han Ziyu swung his whip and the stone shattered into powder.

Bei Yi lamented that at such a young age, he could easily break a big stone into crumbs by just throwing it around.