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

"Senior is really good at joking, do you think I can live until the day I cover you?" Zhuo Junsheng said.

"Why not, if the old man uses the technique of controlling spirits to help you control these heavenly punishment wraiths, you can still live." Yan Rui said proudly, he was very confident in his techniques.

"In this way, there will be senior Lao, and this junior is very grateful." Zhuo Juncheng nodded and smiled.

Yan Rui: "..."

Why is there a feeling of digging a hole and jumping down by oneself? Zhuo Junsheng is such a ghost!Thinking of this, Yan Rui was still ready to pull out his posture and save Zhuo Junsheng, after all, this kid kept his soul and body warm by keeping quiet.

"How did you find out that this old man still has the energy to help you?" Yan Rui approached Zhuo Junsheng, stepping through the bloody water, and asked while playing a rhythmic shujue.

"Senior Yan, everyone in the world says that your ability to control beasts is infinite, and I thought so too." Zhuo Junsheng said: "But after your fall, those who killed you in one fell swoop left behind your corpse. "

How do the dead kill?Yan Rui is dead, but his soul body is powerful, and he has a special cultivation method, so he can control the soul body that has not yet dissipated between heaven and earth to serve him.

But in that scene, Yan Rui manipulated his soul body to self-destruct to erase the traces, how Zhuo Junsheng knew about it was quite interesting to him.

"Now the old man's soul is too weak, so he can only use the technique of controlling spirits to put the vengeful spirits punished by heaven to sleep for the time being, and we will depend on you in the future," Yan Rui said.

Zhuo Junsheng responded, even if Yan Rui didn't say anything more, he knew what to do.He needs to use a special magic weapon above the general to warm and nourish Yan Rui's soul and body to make it strong, and then let Yan Rui use the art of controlling the spirit to completely help him get rid of the punishment from heaven.

Xu Shi's body wasted a lot, Zhuo Junsheng used a bowl to put Yan Rui's soul body into it, and fell asleep on Wen Yuanxiao's bed.

For Zhuo Junsheng to suppress Heaven's Punishment, Yan Rui felt that another gust of wind would blow away his soul and body, and the more difficult the operation of the hand art, his soul and body would not be able to support it.At this moment, a simple white bowl put him in it, and his soul body was repaired after wandering around.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Zhuo Junsheng finally regained consciousness, his throat felt dry, and he woke up with his eyes open.

The sun was a little glaring, and he stretched out his hands to cover his eyes.

"Senior, how long have I been asleep?" Zhuo Junsheng asked.

"One year." Yan Rui said, with a grimace floating in front of Zhuo Junsheng's eyes, his soul body was in a translucent state, much more solid than before Zhuo Junsheng fell asleep.

"About twelve o'clock, it's almost noon." Zhuo Junsheng said, without asking Yan Rui the time.

Yan Rui put away his grimace, a little bored, curled his lips and said, "You guessed it all? Boring."

"Senior, your soul body is in the form of being cultivated for twelve hours, of course I'm not wrong." Zhuo Junsheng said, with a few smiles in his eyes.

He was the one who co-authored and sent the answer to Zhuo Juncheng himself, and Yan Rui went back to the big bowl in Zhuo Juncheng's sea of ​​consciousness in a blink of an eye, and started to practice.

After waking up, Zhuo Junsheng quickly fetched water to clean himself up, then walked around the distance to the study room, glanced at Wen Yuanxiao who was sitting behind the desk studying, and turned to the kitchen to cook.

On Tuesday, the dog quietly delivered the ingredients, and then left quietly.Zhuo Junsheng cleared a clean space in the kitchen, cut vegetables, lit a fire, and cooked.

He snapped his fingers, and a cluster of red flames ignited at his fingertips, and with a quick leap, he ignited the dry wood in the stove.

Relying on his memory, Yan Rui suddenly said: "Have you even been poached from Xuanhuo?"

Zhuo Junsheng's chopping hand stopped, and he laughed a little: "That's right, senior saw it."

"The flames of your house seem to be golden." Yan Rui said, he still knew about the young master of the Zhuo family's Blazing Phoenix and Fen Haiyan.

"It's really miserable." Yan Rui sighed.

Zhuo Junsheng didn't answer, and continued to cut vegetables, whether it was sliced ​​or shredded, it was very neat, as if it had been carefully measured.After that, cooking was no problem for Zhuo Junsheng, he was good at controlling fire, so it was still no problem to cook a meal.

Zhuo Junsheng brought plain soup and rice to Wen Yuanxiao, and invited Wen Yuanxiao to eat.

Zhuo Junsheng pushed the door open to enter Ziaiyuan's study room, his eyes fell on the Ziyuan wooden bookshelf full of books for a moment, and then he didn't look away.Yan Rui smacked his lips in the sea of ​​consciousness, "The treatment of our Third Young Master Wen is not bad."

"My lord, do you want to eat?" Zhuo Junsheng asked.

Wen Yuanxiao fixed his eyes on the page, and gave Zhuo Junsheng a look as stingy as he first saw.

"Master?" Zhuo Junsheng asked again tentatively, but there was no response.

He reckoned that Wen Yuanxiao had lunch time, but Wen Yuanxiao didn't seem to have any intention of leaving the study.

Zhuo Junsheng had no choice but to treat the master to dinner.Because Wen Yuanxiao suffered from mental problems after the sudden change.There is a common saying in the outside world that the third young master of the Wen family was attacked by someone before fighting against others, and he has been no different from a child since then.

It is said to be naive, but it is different from naive.

Wen Yuanxiao will do fixed things every day, and the fixed things will be completed at a fixed time, and the actions to complete things at a fixed time are not even the same, Zhuo Junsheng observed these things for a few days.Even if the steward of Wen's family didn't let him come to Ziai Garden that day, he would find a way to come to Wen Yuanxiao's side.

Sure enough, it was time to eat, Wen Yuanxiao put down the book in his hand, put the book on the shelf, then stood up, and went to the side hall where he had dinner.

Two dishes and one soup have been set up on the dining table in the side hall. It is steaming hot and looks quite delicious, which can whet one's appetite.

Standing beside the round wooden table was a woman in pink with a bun. When she turned around, she saw Zhuo Junsheng and Wen Yuanxiao who had come to the side hall. She pointed to the food on the table and said, "Which dog who doesn't know the rules Make something like this for Wen Yuanxiao to eat?" While speaking, a pair of disgusted eyes met Zhuo Junsheng.

"Calling the young master by his first name, a mere maid is so courageous." Zhuo Juncheng said, with a smile on his handsome face, but the smile was extremely frivolous, and he didn't take the girl in pink in front of him at all.

The woman in pink is exactly Song Yue, the maid who takes care of Zhuo Junsheng in Ziai Garden. She usually takes charge of Wen Yuanxiao's three meals a day in Biezhuang under the name of the housekeeper. She never expected that Zhuo Junsheng would be pregnant with her errands.But the housekeeper promised her to give her a sum of money after the matter was completed, so that she would be rich for half her life and then marry a good family.

"You are so courageous! I will report this matter to Steward Jiang later, and you are waiting to be punished!" Song Yue waved his hand, pointing at Zhuo Junsheng's nose.

"Oh? Really." Zhuo Junsheng raised his eyebrows and asked, "I'm really afraid of Steward Jiang."

Seeing that Zhuo Junsheng said he was afraid, Song Yue raised his chin, "You still know how to be afraid, it's too late!"

"But, as long as you don't tell the steward, it's fine." Zhuo Junsheng said.

"Of course I will tell Butler Jiang." Song Yue said.

"Please shut up." Zhuo Juncheng gestured for silence, his expression turned cold.

At this time, the young man's extremely beautiful smile made Song Yue shudder, and she hurriedly took a step back.

"You, don't scare me!" Song Yue said loudly, as if she had enough confidence to speak loudly.

"It's not to scare you, but to really shut you up." Zhuo Junsheng said, leaving Wen Yuanxiao behind, and took a step forward.

This step is like poking a hornet's nest.

The smiling Zhuo Juncheng gave her a very dangerous feeling. Out of self-defense, she almost threw the things at hand out without thinking, and smashed them on Zhuo Juncheng.

As soon as Song Yue stretched out his hand, Zhuo Junsheng slid to Song Yue's side, picked up a chopstick casually, and exerted force on his wrist, one delivery and one stagnation, Song Yue's movements suddenly became stiff.

The chopsticks, which don't look sharp, almost stick to Song Yue's fragile eye mask at the end. A little force in front of them can blind Song Yue's eyes.Song Yue broke out in a cold sweat from fright, and she fell to the ground with a thud before she could get the thing to be thrown out.

"Is it fun?" Song Yue sat on the ground, Zhuo Junsheng's chopsticks moved down, and tapped slightly between Song Yue's eyebrows.

The killing intent has no substance, but Song Yue felt a cool killing intent creeping in from between her brows, and the elegant and bamboo-like young man in front of her gave her a strong sense of oppression.

"No, no, it's not fun." After a lot of effort, Song Yue spoke a complete sentence out of fear.