Everyday people say bad things about my young master [Cultivation]

"I'll send you to become stronger, do you dare to take it?" Wen Yuanxiao repeated Zhuo Junsheng's words, as if he couldn't think of the meaning of the words at all.

Wen Yuanxiao's ignorant appearance made Zhuo Juncheng sigh unrecognizably.

He stretched out his hand, without saying a word, but handed it to Wen Yuanxiao who was kneeling on the ground in pain.

The boy's palm was slender and fair, but not slender, with well-defined joints. At this moment, he handed it to Wen Yuanxiao, and he could see it as soon as he raised his eyes.

"The old man just found out today that you will cause trouble for yourself like this." Yan Rui said, who did not know when he appeared behind Zhuo Junsheng, and he was no longer as usual.Zhuo Junsheng didn't answer him, he continued: "Is it to repay the kindness that helped you back then?"

"Maybe." Zhuo Junsheng said.

Staring at that palm for a long while, Wen Yuanxiao didn't respond at all, his expression was sometimes painful, sometimes confused, as if there was a battle between heaven and man in his mind, and he had no time to respond to Zhuo Juncheng.

Zhuo Junsheng maintained the posture of reaching out his hand, his eyes darkened, his expression was a little cold.

"You know that his mentality is no different from that of a child, but you don't understand what you mean. You hope that he will still have attachments in his heart and not fall into the prestige of his parents." Yan Rui said, "But he is still a child."

"I know." Zhuo Junsheng said, "One point is enough."

The young man's words were as solid as a rock, hitting Yan Rui's heart like a sonorous drum.Yan Rui stopped persuading, but waited for the development of the matter.

"Your...name." After a long time, Wen Yuanxiao said four words with trembling lips, put one hand in front of his eyes, with an expression of extreme patience, almost gritted his teeth before finishing the sentence .

"Sugar soup." Zhuo Junsheng said.

"No...no." Wen Yuanxiao said, trying to raise his head, as if he wanted to imprint the boy's appearance in his mind, "Your real name."

The boy was surprised for a moment.Yan Rui was also a little surprised. After taking a look at these two people, they were really destined.

"Zhuo Junsheng."

"Wen Yuanxiao."

As he said that, Wen Yuanxiao already stretched out his hand, because the pain from the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness was like a needle like a knife, which almost cut his mind to pieces. In a cold sweat.

enough.

Zhuo Juncheng stretched out his hand and held Wen Yuanxiao's slightly trembling palm instead.

Afterwards, Zhuo Junsheng's subordinates pulled Zhuo Juncheng in front of him with force, and then the other hand turned into a knife and landed on the back of Wen Yuanxiao's neck without hesitation.

The young man fainted in the boy's arms, and the pain on his face dissipated a little.

Zhuo Junsheng brought Wen Yuanxiao back to the room, put him on the bed, took off his coat and socks, and covered him with a quilt.The sleeping face of the young man on the bed was very restless, his brows were still furrowed, as if he had a nightmare.

Although his face was still extraordinary and handsome, but frowning made Wen Yuanxiao's face more sad, and made the man as bright as a bright moon feel like he had fallen into the mortal world.This is not good, Zhuo Juncheng stretched out his hand, pressed on Zhuo Juncheng's brow, and smoothed Wen Yuanxiao's frown.

As expected, the young man's brows relaxed a bit, Zhuo Juncheng withdrew his hand, and with the other hand tucked Wen Yuanxiao under the quilt, he was about to leave.

Snapped.

At this moment, Zhuo Juncheng was taken aback, but the sleepy Wen Yuanxiao grabbed his hand.

That hand was extremely cold, without much warmth.

Zhuo Junsheng tried hard, trying to break free, but Wen Yuanxiao grabbed his hand and went into the bed.

Wen Yuanxiao didn't let go after grabbing Zhuo Junsheng's hand.Zhuo Juncheng stretched out his hand to break Wen Yuanxiao's hand, and the man's five fingers were clasped like iron tongs, he would not let go, but he would not give up the warmth that could warm his palm.

This guy, just now he squatted down and was about to pull his hand out, but Wen Yuanxiao almost hugged his arm, which made Zhuo Juncheng want to turn his face a little bit.

After a stalemate for a while, Zhuo Junsheng sighed again, quite helplessly, letting Wen Yuanxiao hold his hand and fall asleep.He sat down beside Wen Yuanxiao's bed and slowly closed his eyes.

Sitting on the footrest was naturally a little uncomfortable, Zhuo Junsheng leaned on it halfway, and circulated the spiritual energy in his whole body according to the method of mind, entering the state of cultivation.

No sleep for one night.

"Zhuo Junsheng?" Someone called him, with some uncertainty in his tone.

When he opened his eyes, a man with loose black hair came into his eyes. He was extremely talented and could be described as a man of great beauty, but his face was pale and his figure was a bit thin.

"My lord is awake." Zhuo Junsheng said, shaking his wrist as he spoke, ready to free himself from the hand that the man held all night.

"I, Wen Yuanxiao." The man pointed to himself, and said stubbornly, he instinctively didn't like to hear the person in front of him call him so unfamiliar.

The man's expression was taken into Zhuo Juncheng's eyes, and he said, "Mr. Yuan Xiao."

Wen Yuanxiao pursed his thin lips, but finally said nothing.

Usually there are no maids and guards to serve Wen Yuanxiao, so after waking up, Wen Yuanxiao let go of Zhuo Juncheng's hand and began to dress himself.

Zhuo Junchen stretched his waist and sat in one position all night, his back and neck were a little stiff.After stretching, he stood up.

Ziai Garden was very quiet today, and at noon, the housekeeper did not come to the door as Wen Yuanxiao guessed.

Song Yue spent a whole day cleaning the Purple Ai Garden, and then she didn't know where to go, anyway, she wasn't in the Purple Ai Garden.

On Tuesday, the dog was still the same, and the food was delivered, and this time there was a small plate of sliced ​​meat.

Zhuo Junsheng took it from Zhou Zhougou, and found that it had only been a day since he had seen him. Zhou Zhougou seemed to have suffered some injuries. He asked, "Ergou, what happened?"

"It's okay." Tuesday Dog's expression darkened, as if he remembered something that made him unhappy.

Hearing this, Zhuo Junsheng didn't say much, he took out a book from his clothes, "Practice this, use it for self-defense."

The dog took it on Tuesday, but he didn't know the big characters on the booklet, so he pushed it to Zhuo Juncheng without reading it, "Su Tang, I appreciate your kindness." Afraid that Zhuo Juncheng might misunderstand, he added: "I don't know the big characters." If you know one, even if you give me something good, I can’t understand it.”

Zhuo Junsheng pushed it back, "It's a painting inside, you can understand it."

Hearing this, the dog opened its mouth wide on Tuesday, "What is this, where did you come from?"

"Well...it's just simple punches and kicks, and exercise when you have time. You can see if my physique is getting better and better recently, it's because of regular exercise." Zhuo Junsheng said.

The brother showed his kindness, and the dog didn't refuse on Tuesday, so he quickly thanked him.After seeing off Tuesday Dog, Zhuo Junsheng was bored in the kitchen and started cooking for Wen Yuanxiao.

The dishes are light, and this time there is a plate of fried pork.In the side hall, Wen Yuanxiao sat at the table, pulling Zhuo Junsheng to sit beside him, and then moved the bowls and chopsticks to eat.

Yan Rui suddenly understood a little bit why Zhuo Juncheng took a fancy to Zhuo Juncheng, probably because of his pure childish heart, without filth, and pure temperament, Zhuo Juncheng cherished it, and was willing to take Wen Yuanxiao under his wings.

Just as Yan Rui speculated, Zhuo Junsheng did.

In the afternoon, Wen Yuanxiao did not practice sword alone, but asked Zhuo Junsheng to guide him.Zhuo Junsheng still gave Wen Yuanxiao some moves, letting him adapt to the rhythm of the battle and training his fighting awareness.