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

With the breeze blowing, Zhuo Junsheng leaned against the pillar of the railing, a token was suspended in his hand, and it occasionally bloomed darkly with his gestures.Following the flickering of the dark light, a bolt of lightning struck and landed on the wrist of the young man in the open space in the courtyard, pushing his wrist down a bit.

After two days, Wen Yuanxiao's progress was slow, and he could only be regarded as a middle-level qualification among monks.In this way, Zhuo Junsheng left more time for Wen Yuanxiao to experience it by himself, so that he could integrate the understanding he had learned during the practice with him.

"Trouble, our son's aptitude is really not very good, how can you help him improve?" Yan Rui lay comfortably in the big bowl, making sarcastic remarks.

"It doesn't matter, he will become stronger. When he is not strong enough, I'll just make a blade." Zhuo Junsheng said.

The young man folded his arms and leaned against the pillar, his peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed, his eyes were deep, and there was a very faint smile on the corner of his lips.

The young man was trying his best to create a complete set of sword skills. Although the moves of the sword skills were imprinted in his mind, his movements were full of loopholes.Now he does not wear the Confucian shirt that Song Yue prepared for him, but puts on the strong outfit that Zhuo Junsheng gave him, which is the most convenient when practicing swords.

After barely finishing all the sword skills, Wen Yuanxiao was already sweating, and his underwear stuck to his body, making him very uncomfortable.

"My son is doing very well."

He was always generous in complimenting him, Wen Yuanxiao said: "Xiao Sheng taught well."

Xiaosheng?Whatever you call him, just follow Wen Yuanxiao, Zhuo Junsheng doesn't mind, and handed Wen Yuanxiao a cotton handkerchief to wipe off his sweat.

"What would you like to eat tonight, my lord?" Zhuo Junsheng asked.

The meals he cooked were all delicious, Wen Yuanxiao said, "It's good that Xiao Sheng cooked them."

The young master is so easy to feed, Zhuo Juncheng wanted to reach out and pinch the side of Wen Yuanxiao's face, but he held back.

After dinner, Zhuo Junsheng ran to an unlit room to polish the embryos of magic weapons, preparing to refine iron weapons and silver weapons. He had said that he was selling iron for Wen Yuanxiao to refine medicine.

Although there was no flame that was in his hand in the past, Zhuo Junsheng's movements of refining the weapon were not obscure at all.A small blast furnace was set up in the room, and all the utensils for refining were placed neatly, and the heat wave of the flames in the room was billowing.

Tiewu and Yinwu are both low-level magical weapons, and Zhuo Junsheng has no pressure to connect them together.When the night got darker, twenty or so iron weapons and six silver weapons were ready. With a wave of his hand, weapons, blast furnaces and other things were collected into the Qiankun Ring.

This kind of life is very leisurely, as long as Zhuo Junsheng takes good care of his cute young master every day, and sells his crafts for money, his small life will be prosperous.

However, Song Yue, who hadn't seen her for a long time, reappeared in Ziai Garden, her brows were full of humility, and she said how an aunt in charge of the Wen family suppressed her, and she realized that the young master was kind to her, and from then on, she only wanted to serve the young master in Ziai Garden. .

Wen Yuanxiao sat behind the desk, glanced at Zhuo Junsheng, and then at Song Yue who was kneeling on the ground.What Song Yue meant was that she didn't have a good time outside, so she wanted to come back, so it's not impossible for him to take her in for a while.It's just that he lives with Xiao Sheng now, if there is another Song Yue, will Xiao Sheng be unhappy?

Thinking of this, Wen Yuanxiao showed a tangled look on his face.

His son seems to be nostalgic, but Song Yue's purpose of coming back at this time may have nothing to do with her words.

Zhuo Junsheng was taking an ancient book from the bookshelf and showing it to Wen Yuanxiao. Wen Yuanxiao frowned in thought, and even glanced at Zhuo Juncheng.

Regardless of conspiracy and conspiracy, let the opponent get out the chess pieces.

Zhuo Junsheng put the ancient book in front of Wen Yuanxiao, put his hand on Wen Yuanxiao's shoulder, and said, "Master benevolent, go do your work."

Song Yue lowered her head and quickly kowtowed her thanks, but she was disdainful in her heart. If the housekeeper didn't want her to do this, how could she kneel down like a fool and servant.

Zhuo Junsheng kept Song Yue, which relieved Wen Yuan, who had not made a decision for a long time, and he would support Zhuo Junsheng no matter what decision he made.Xiao Sheng said to accompany him to become stronger, he can't let his popularity go away because of these trivial things.

In the afternoon, Zhuo Junsheng practiced swords with Wen Yuanxiao. After the sword practice, Zhuo Junsheng stood aside with a token in his hand, watching Wen Yuanxiao continue to practice.

"My lord, Su Tang, I made the pear soup that has been reduced to low heat, come and eat some while it's hot." Song Yue came with a tray, with a smile on her face.

However, Wen Yuanxiao focused on practicing sword and did not answer Song Yue's words.

Zhuo Junsheng stepped forward and took the tray from Song Yue, "Miss Song, don't worry."

Song Yue couldn't help shivering, the young man in front of her spoke normally, but she still felt that danger, the feeling that danger struck instantly.However, the purpose of her coming has also been achieved, she only needs to report the situation of these two people in Ziai Garden to the chief housekeeper.

Originally, Song Yue wanted to stay for a while by giving her pear soup, but thinking that the young man made her feel dangerous, she turned around and twisted her skirt to leave.

"Yo, scaring people." Yan Rui said.

"It's boring." Zhuo Junsheng said.

The token in his hand has the power to attract thunder and lightning. When refining it, there are three thousand evil spirits in it. As long as the token emits a little breath, it is enough to make Song Yue feel uncomfortable.

"Wait." Zhuo Junsheng's attention was always on Wen Yuanxiao, but at this moment his eyes just turned away suddenly.

Wen Yuanxiao, who was practicing sword, was a little puzzled, and asked, "Xiao Sheng, what's the matter?"

It was only recently that he discovered that Wen Yuanxiao's physique was much weaker than that of the monks who were also in the Breeze Realm. Practicing for too long would not only make Wen Yuanxiao's cultivation level more refined, but would actually cause damage to his body.

"My lord, it's time to rest." Zhuo Junsheng said, taking down the long sword from Wen Yuanxiao's hand.

Although he was very tired and his arms, legs and feet were so heavy that it was difficult to lift up, Wen Yuanxiao remembered that it was written in the book that practitioners squeezed their own potential and sought a breakthrough after a round of tempering. At this time, he felt that he could still persevere.

Wen Yuanxiao was a little reluctant, "I can still practice for a while."

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