I've fucked up all the bosses

fox three

The big demon in Huachao's family said before that the ruthless way is the most difficult way to practice, because as long as you are a human being, you will have seven emotions and six desires, and those who are sentimental can't help but cry when they see the grass withering.

Even a hard-hearted person dare not say that he can be heartless and desireless, and even an eminent monk in a Buddhist temple may not be able to achieve the state of being heartless and desireless.

It is precisely because the conditions for the cultivation of the Ruthless Dao are too harsh, so once the Ruthless Dao is successfully verified, it will be a destructive existence.

For a genius like Ye Zhihuan, the human race naturally wanted to discover his greatest potential in order to give full play to his greatest value and shine for the Ye Dynasty.

As the saying goes, there is nothing difficult in the world if you put your heart into it. Although the ruthless way is difficult to practice, three to three parts of heaven's will and seven parts of man's work, and there is a famous saying in the human race, which is called man can conquer nature.

Since the way of ruthlessness is difficult to practice, let's create a condition for Ye Zhihuan to practice the way of ruthlessness. What's more, Ye Zhihuan's talent is superb, and he has been trapped in an isolated environment for three to fifty years. The sermon was successful.

In this regard, the human race is not as good as the monster race. The monster race is most particular about obeying the will of God. They think that cultivation is a matter of course.

Before encountering Huachao, Ye Zhihuan lived alone in Qiuming Mountain and practiced alone for seven years. He started practicing swords at the age of three, and the attendants of Qiuming Mountain stayed away from him unless Ye Zhihuan met Life is in danger, and these attendants who observe secretly usually don't show up, because they are afraid that Ye Zhihuan, who is hooked, will be emotional.

No matter what love is, it is not related to the word love anyway, which makes Ye Zhihuan more miserable. After living for ten years, he has not realized the love of family, love and friendship, and he has indeed achieved the word "ruthless" in his heart.

In addition to being ruthless, one must have no worries, no fear, and stay away from reversing dreams...

The big demon of the Yaozu talked a lot, but Hua Chao didn't remember it, basically he couldn't be greedy for anything.

In terms of xinxing, you must be ruthless and desireless, and in life, you must absorb the wind, drink the dew, eat and sleep in the open, and you must not be envious when you see others have beautiful clothes that you don’t have. Vortex of matter.

This kind of cultivation method is simply self-abuse. Hua Chao felt that even for the sake of resurrecting the great cause, he couldn't wrong himself so much, and he couldn't be ruthless and desireless at all, so he crossed out the ruthless way without hesitation when he was practicing back then.

This little fellow Ye Zhihuan has lived in a thatched cottage for seven years, and the pillow he used for his pillow was still made by wrapping a piece of linen with a plant shell.

Anyone who has slept on this kind of pillow knows how anti-human this kind of pillow is, and the young Ye Zhihuan also felt that the pillow was too hard and uncomfortable for his brain.

But he was obsessed with the way of the sword, and was brainwashed by the master who taught him the way of the sword. He felt that soft and hard pillows are the same thing. All external things.

But today I got a hairball pillow. The belly of the hairball is soft and warm, and the pillow on it is like sleeping on a soft cloud.

Ye Zhihuan had a rare good night's sleep with his pillow on the fox's belly.

The next day he woke up refreshed, picked up some firewood from outside the door and heated the earthen stove, cooked two bowls of rice paste and a piece of rabbit meat he hunted yesterday.

The hair ball was still sleeping curled up on the bed, the gray fluff on his body was tilted inside and out by Ye Zhihuan's pillow, and the big tail behind him covered his head, sleeping very sweetly.

Ye Zhihuan filled a bowl of porridge, picked up the sleepy hairball, and said, "I've never seen your hairball before, and I don't know what you like to eat."

Hua Chao rolled his eyes at him, let out a sleepy cry, then leaned forward and smelled the bowl of porridge, and after confirming that there was no problem, he squatted on the grass bed and drank the porridge, wagging his tail.

Ye Zhihuan looked like a little grown-up, watching him drink porridge with a blank expression, probably because he thought Hua Chao was drinking porridge amusingly, so he just watched Hua Chao finish a bowl of porridge.

He picked up the empty bowl and put it on the simple bamboo shelf, picked up the red gold ancient knife beside the bed and went out to practice swords.

Huachao lay on the grass bed, and couldn't help shivering when he looked at the thatched cottage where Ye Zhihuan lived.

He looked at the roof of the thatched hut, thinking that if it rains, the thatched hut must be leaking.

No matter what they said, there was a thunderstorm that night, and it really turned into a storm.

It's raining outside, and it's raining inside.

One person and one fox squatted in the thatched hut, Qi Qi looked up at the leaking roof.

Ye Zhihuan seemed to be used to this, he picked up the milk fox with rounded fox eyes, rubbed Hua Chao's belly twice and put him on the bedside, and fell asleep with his pillow on Hua Chao's belly.

The fox's eyes emitting a faint green light lit up again in the night, Hua Chao showed his sharp claws, and slapped Ye Zhihuan's temple fiercely.

Hua Chao has cultivated four tails, and his cultivation level is far beyond that of ordinary little monsters. This claw contains a lot of strength. If Hua Chao succeeds, Ye Zhihuan's brains can be slapped out by his claws.

The sharp claws brought gusts of wind, and they were about to succeed. Unexpectedly, Ye Zhihuan seemed to have eyes on the top of his head. The moment Huachao's claws were about to hit his temple, he stretched out his hand like lightning, firmly pinched the fox's paw.

Holding the fox's paw, he picked up the ancient red gold knife beside him with no expression on his face, and said to himself: "The claws of this hair ball are sharp, why not cut off all four of its claws with a knife."

Huachao:! ! !

Immediately, he let out a howl, and suddenly retracted his paws and rolled, revealing his soft and white belly to Ye Zhihuan.

Ye Zhihuan stared at his belly for a while, then found two cloth strips from the end of the bed and tied Hua Chao's fox paws.

The poor fox cub had his paws tied up, and was used as a fox pillow by the target of the attack for a whole night.

The next day, Ye Zhihuan, who went out to practice swords, took a basket made of rattan and hid Huachao in it.

When he was six years old, he picked up a wounded kingfisher and took it back to raise. The fur of that kingfisher was as beautiful as green waves, and its cry was melodious.

The days in Qiuming Mountain were too lonely, he regarded this bird as a playmate, and he liked it very much.

About half a month later, when he came back from practicing knife at night to look for the kingfisher, he found that the kingfisher waiting for him to go home every night had died beside the water bowl.

When he was seven years old, he picked up another injured rabbit and brought it home. After less than ten days of raising it, the rabbit with snow-white fur died in the house like the kingfisher.

He was originally much smarter than ordinary children, and he understood what was going on once or twice, and he never picked up small animals since then.

Now that I picked up a fun ball of hair, I dare not let others find it, let alone leave the ball of hair in the house.

He still practices swordsmanship under the ancient pine tree on the top of the mountain every day, and when he is not practicing swordsmanship, he sits under the tree and meditates to comprehend Taoism.

Hua Chao often curls up on the boulder under the ancient pine tree to meditate, and the speed of cultivation of one person and one demon can be described as astonishing.

But no matter how hard Huachao practiced, Ye Zhihuan would always overwhelm him, and every time he stole at night, he couldn't succeed.

The torrent of data is so terrifying that Hua Chao even feels that there is no hope of completing the tasks in this world.

For the Yaozu with a long lifespan, life always passes quickly.

Time flies, just in the blink of an eye, seven years have passed in a blink of an eye.

Huachao's four tails have become seven, and his body has grown a lot.

At this time, Ye Zhihuan was 17 years old, and he had grown from a poker-faced little swordsman to a poker-faced big swordsman.

During these years in Qiuming Mountain, he really lived up to the expectations of the human race and developed a ruthless temperament.

His eyes are deep and indifferent, his expression will never be turbulent, his eyes will always be calm.

He has an indifferent attitude towards everything in the world

— except for a snoozing little fox.

This little fox has been slept on as a pillow by him for seven whole years, and he has fed many geniuses and treasures as a baby.

Ye Zhihuan knew that this little fox was not an ordinary fox, but this did not prevent Ye Zhihuan from liking it.

He practiced his knife under the ancient pine tree as usual, and dug out a century-old ginseng near the mountainside.

He went down the mountain with the old ginseng, gently pushed open the door of the hut and walked in.

The thatched cottage has been repaired several times, and it is no longer as simple as it used to be.

The newly made wooden bed exudes a fresh woody fragrance. A snow-white fox is lying on the tiger-skin mattress on the bed, curled up into a fluffy snow-white ball at the end of the bed.

Hua Chao went wrong in his practice, and spent the past few days sluggishly curled up at the end of the bed to meditate.

Ye Zhihuan walked into the room, took out the old wild ginseng and shook it in front of Huachao's nose, touched Huachao's fox's head and said softly: "I dug out another century-old wild ginseng, I will stew it later In order to nourish your body, it's a pity that you didn't dig up a thousand-year-old ginseng, so maybe you can get better."

While talking, he stroked Hua Chao's fox tail back and forth several times.

Hua Chao's whole body went limp from him, so he couldn't help raising his head and yelling at him, then raised his tail and slapped him hard.

Ye Zhihuan clamped his fox tail with two fingers, and his voice was still soft: "I know you are not an ordinary fox, but you and I have been together for more than seven years, why don't you talk to me?"

What can be said between rivals?

If you talk about your feelings while chatting, how will you attack the target in the future.

To do the task is to do the task, there is no need to make other involvements.

Over the years, Huachao has been tirelessly finding opportunities to attack Ye Zhihuan, but unfortunately he never succeeded.

He was so tired, but Ye Zhihuan only thought that he liked to fight with him, and every time Hua Chao showed his paws to attack him and failed, he would pick up Hua Chao's fox tail and spin around to tease him.

As the days go by, Ye Zhihuan tries to tease him in different ways every day when he is free, which often makes Hua Chao restless.

Ye Zhihuan waved the old ginseng in front of Huachao again, his expression softened slightly, and he pinched the fox's furry ears to seduce him: "If you talk to me, I will turn over the whole autumn tea Shan will dig you a thousand-year-old ginseng and feed you."

The fox flicked his head, and pulled his ear back from Ye Zhihuan's hand in a super irritated manner.

Out of the corner of the fox's eyes, he could see the faint disappointment on Ye Zhihuan's face.

Ye Zhihuan bent his finger and tapped the fox's head, and said slowly: "Well, you still don't want to talk to me, yesterday my father sent someone to tell me that I will go down the mountain in seven days, let me see outside world."

The 17-year-old swordsman was a little absent-minded at this time, and his extremely black and cold eyes were rare, and he was a little dazed: "Those masters who have taught me over the years have also told me some outside things, but I don't want to go down the mountain. What good is there in this world, it is better to stay with you in Qiuming Mountain day and night, I wanted to take you down the mountain, but before I successfully prove the Ruthless Dao, my clansmen will not tolerate you."

He stretched out his fingers back and forth to stroke the fur on the fox's back.

The fox was disturbed by his torment. At this moment, he almost thought that the target of the attack was a flesh and blood person.

He closed his eyes, and had no choice but to silently recite the resurrection contract signed with the main system to soothe his nerves and brainwash himself.

The goal of the strategy is a torrent of data. He is just a string of codes. After so many worlds, he is getting closer and closer to the goal of resurrection. There is no reason for him to turn against him.

He repeatedly warned himself not to be soft-hearted, not to get sidetracked in this mission, he is just a fox pillow without emotion, think about his poor stomach, think about the internal organs that have been oppressed by Ye Zhihuan in the past seven years .

The upset fox turned around and pointed his butt at Ye Zhihuan.

Seven days later, the Ye Dynasty took Ye Zhihuan down the mountain with a gorgeous guard of honor.

Ye Zhihuan took off his numb clothes, and put on the gorgeous robes of the royal family.

When he stood in front of Hua Chao wearing a black brocade jacket with gold trim, Hua Chao almost didn't recognize him.

The handsome and indifferent swordsman has a straight posture, just like the ancient red gold sword in his hand.

But in the next second, the swordsman bent down and stroked Hua Chao's tail, looking at him seriously with his thin eyelashes hanging down.

"You and I have known each other since we were young, and now that I am leaving, are you still unwilling to say a word to me?"

What can be said?

Hua Chao counted the swordsman's eyelashes, feeling suddenly bewildered.

When he tried to speak again, the words were swallowed instead.

He suddenly felt a little embarrassed, so he jumped off the wooden bed and got behind the beaded curtain hanging between the bedroom and the study.

Ye Zhihuan instinctively raised his footsteps and chased after him.

But as soon as he took a step, he heard a low and soft voice from behind the bead curtain.

"do not come."

Ye Zhihuan's footsteps suddenly stopped.

Everything that followed was like a dream, and a figure suddenly appeared behind the hanging bead curtain.

The bead curtain was shaking, and the light and shadow were vague. Ye Zhihuan saw the man's slender body hidden behind the bead curtain, and his waist-length hair winding down from his bare shoulders like ink.

When he spoke again, Ye Zhihuan's voice was a little hoarse: "Is this you?"

The voice behind the bead curtain was as soft as the weeds in the water waves, and sighed softly: "Yes, this is me, why do you insist on saying goodbye to you, monsters have different ways, in the future you and I will meet each other with swords and swords, when we get there One day, I won't show mercy."

Ye Zhihuan smiled slightly while holding the knife. He took a deep look at the figure behind the bead curtain, turned and left.

The fox behind the bead curtain opened a pair of peach blossom eyes, silently looking at the back of his old enemy leaving.

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