Master, your apprentice has fallen into a demon again

Jiang Xiaonian could be considered a beautiful woman, but in comparison, Ye Bugui was a bit miserable.

At the beginning, he mistakenly thought that Jiang Xiaonian was in danger. Of course, as a master, he couldn't stand by and watch, so he gritted his teeth and used his life to activate the secret art of blood sacrifice...

After exhausting all her efforts to rescue Jiang Xiaonian, Jiang Xiaonian was paralyzed to find the green-clothed little demon. Ye Bugui had no choice, so the two parted ways on the outskirts of the desert of death.

Ye Bugui's luck came to an end this time. He was weak due to the secret technique, but he encountered sand bandits on the outskirts of the Desert of Death. He couldn't beat him, and he couldn't escape. Zhi Ge, using the phantom tail-docking technique of the treasure hunting mouse family, saved his life and Ye Bugui's life.

His life was saved, but Zhizhi became decadent.

Although it is a rat, it loves beauty very much. It has lost its tail, and the whole rat is wilting. It doesn’t eat or drink every day, and it can’t lift a little energy. It often just sits sideways in front of the brass mirror. , turned to look at the bare butt sadly.

Ye Bugui saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart. No one loved this mouse more than him.

He and it met hundreds of years ago, and they were together before joining the Lingshan School.

The process of getting to know him was also incredible. Back then, he was only a child of twelve or thirteen years old. When he was begging along the street, he accidentally stepped on the young master of a rich family and soiled his shoes.

He was beaten on the street by the young master and his entourage, and after beating him half to death, he threw the unconscious man on the corner of the street.

In winter, when he woke up from a coma, he was cold and hungry, his hands and feet were broken, and he couldn't move.

It's snowing, and at a young age, he has tasted the indifference of the world and seen how cruel human nature is.

When he thought he was going to freeze to death or starve to death on the corner of the street, a pair of mung bean-sized eyes appeared from the debris beside the garbage dump. Although the eyes were small, they were brighter than the stars in the night...

The owner of the eyes is a chubby little squirrel, its body is so fat that it looks like an inflated balloon, and its four legs can hardly be seen.

Although fat, but weird cute.

It poked its head and looked at the little beggar covered in blood not far away, its black eyes showed a human-like unbearable expression, it hesitated for a while, and finally leaned over cautiously.

.........

The little beggar Ye Bugui looked at the mouse that was getting closer and closer, and flinched, panicked in his heart, it's over!The mice are coming to eat him.

"Go away... you go away... don't eat me... woo woo... don't eat me... I'm dirty, I don't taste good... woo woo..."

"Zhi... Zhizhi..." The big squirrel turned towards him from a distance, then turned and walked away.

The little beggar just breathed a sigh of relief, but after a while, the big squirrel came again, this time getting closer to him.

The little beggar was so frightened that he covered his eyes, but after a while, he didn't feel the pain of being bitten by the rat. He opened his eyes cautiously, and almost bumped into the face of the rat that was close at hand.

He subconsciously prepared to scream, but the tip of his nose smelled the smell of food. He opened his eyes and saw the mouse holding a piece of dry steamed bun under his eyelids.

"Squeak... squeak..."

The little beggar was stunned, his dim eyes fixed on the piece of clean steamed buns.

The squirrel carefully moved the piece of steamed bun towards him with its paws, "Squeak..."

The little beggar hesitated for a while, and asked with an almost dry throat, "Is it for me?"

"Squeak." The squirrel squeaked, flicked its tail, turned and left.

The little beggar moved his hands with difficulty, and devoured the slices of steamed buns into his stomach...

Half an hour later, the squirrel that had just left came again, holding some strange plants in its mouth, and stopped not far from the little beggar. After making sure that the little beggar would not hurt itself, it slowly moved towards Moving forward a few steps, he carefully stuffed the plant in his mouth into the little beggar's hand.

The little beggar has been wandering the rivers and lakes since he was very young, so he naturally knows a lot of things. He recognized it as a herbal medicine for bruises.

This time he didn't shrink back, he directly chewed the medicine given to him by the mouse and applied it to the wound...

After that day, the little squirrel would always deliver herbs to him on time, and secretly give him something to eat, sometimes rice balls, sometimes apples with a rotten side, sometimes steamed buns, sometimes pancakes...

When this matter is told, no one will believe it, even the little beggar will be surprised. He was actually fed by a mouse while he was seriously injured.

The child's body was developing, and the broken limbs were slowly growing back. When he could stand up and walk, the little mouse that had been bringing him food suddenly disappeared.

The little beggar did not give up, and searched desperately along the streets and alleys, so he found the squirrel in a dilapidated small alley.

Afraid of frightening it, the little beggar walked quietly into the alley without daring to make a sound.

Step by step closer.

You can see it more clearly when you get closer. The gray mouse has soft fur all over its body, like the best satin in the world, soft and smooth, not at all like a mouse that goes in and out of the trash can. not dirty.

Its eyes are slick, black and bright, like the brightest star in the night sky, and its tail is also fluffy, with a large fluffy fluff growing on the tip of the tail, dragging on the ground like a small The broom is so cute.

It was not afraid when it saw the little beggar, but it didn't come any closer. After a glance, it looked away, and took a few steps back, keeping a very long distance from him. After confirming that it was safe enough, it played on its own. with.

Its two front paws are slightly bent, and its hind legs stand upright. It stands upright on its two hind legs, propping up its fluffy tail like a kangaroo, jumping and playing in the alley.

"What a cute little mouse." The little beggar squatting at the entrance of the alley blinked and murmured to himself, and couldn't help but smile on the corners of his lips. How could this little mouse be so cute? Everyone had such a good time.

In fact, he really doesn't care about rats. There is a shortage of everything these days, except rats.

Rats are everywhere on the streets, in the gutters, in the garbage dumps, and in all the dirty and smelly places, which is really unlikable.

The little beggar never thought mice were cute. When he was wandering around, he lived in a ruined temple. There were often mice biting him and robbing him of food. In his impression, mice were always annoying. Except this of course.

This mouse is chubby and fluffy.

Its appearance is also different from ordinary mice. Ordinary mice cannot be so big. Ordinary mice would be annoying, but this mouse is very cute, especially the eyes are very bright, and it seems to be able to talk.

If the other mice are Wu Dalang, then this mouse must be Pan An among the mice, with unparalleled beauty.

The most important thing... This mouse also saved him, brought him food, and treated him. Such a beautiful, intelligent, and humane mouse will definitely be lovable.

"What's your name? Can you understand me?" The little beggar didn't dare to get closer, fearing that it would go away again and it would take a lot of effort to find it.

"Squeak..."

The little beggar tilted his head, and said again: "I won't hurt you, but you saved me, I want...to repay your life-saving grace."

"Squeak..."

He couldn't understand what the mouse was saying, but since he said he wanted to repay, let's start with food.

When the mouse fed him, most of the food it dragged was vegetarian and fruit, no meat.

He remembered that mice also love meat.

So the little beggar sneaked up the mountain.

Winter is over, everything grows in spring, there are fish in the river, there are many pheasants and hares on the mountain, his slingshot is excellent, and when he can’t get anything to eat, he always comes to the mountain to catch hares to satisfy his hunger, so now he hunts pheasants and hares Effortless.

After hitting the hare, he carried the rabbit to the alley again.

The big squirrel hadn't left yet. It was holding a crabapple fruit in its forelegs, and it was gnawing vigorously. Its cheeks swollen from eating. It was inexplicably cute, and it made people want to pinch it.

"Here, this is for you to eat."

The little beggar withdrew his too straightforward eyes, curled up the corners of his mouth, tried to smile at the squirrel, and threw the hare into the alley.

Ordinary mice must not be able to understand human words, but the little beggar understood that this squirrel was not an ordinary mouse. When it was feeding itself, it had communicated briefly several times.

Although I couldn't understand what it was saying, obviously...it could roughly understand what it was saying.

So I guessed that this squirrel must not be an ordinary mouse, and it might even be a spirit beast that is hard to find.

Spirit beasts are intelligent, and a smart animal like a squirrel should understand the meaning of a smile.

After all, spirit beasts are not wild beasts, and their intelligence is only lower than that of humans. Some powerful spirit beasts are extremely cunning, and some of them can even transform into human form after cultivation to a certain extreme.

……

Sure enough, the little squirrel understood what he said, and threw away the crabapple fruit in his hand, but he didn't approach the hare, but just stared straight at it but didn't approach it, with a pair of fluffy ears pricked up , looked a little vigilant.

When the little beggar can't move, it often comes close to feed, but when the little beggar can move, it starts to be vigilant.

It has the kindness it should have, and the smartness it should have. It really is a very smart mouse, and it keeps within a safe enough range for the humans it comes into contact with.

"Eat it, it's delicious." The little beggar felt that it was wary of him, hesitated for a while, then turned around, resisted his reluctance and left directly.

Seeing him leaving and seeing the hare again, the squirrel seemed to have waited in place for a while, and when it could no longer hear the sound of footsteps, it rushed out of the alley as if it couldn't bear it, and cautiously probed into the distance. Looking around, seeing that the person had gone far away, he turned his head to look at the hare in front of him, lowered his head and sniffed it cautiously.

After confirming that the person was gone and that the hare was edible, a happy smile appeared on the squirrel's face, with crooked eyes like a human child.

"Squeak~~~" the squirrel let out a happy cry.

Then he quickly began to bite the hare, the sharp teeth bit very fast, tearing off the fur effortlessly, and eating the meat inside with relish.

Don't look at its small size, but its appetite is not small.

The hare whose body was bigger than it, except for the inedible fur, was actually eaten by it. It didn't even have bones left, and nothing wasted.

"Squeak..." The squirrel's throat moved, and then hiccupped in a very humane manner. It stroked the beard at the corner of its mouth with its forelimbs, wiped off the blood, licked the dirty things clean, and returned to its original shape. A beautiful mouse.

After it was full, it turned its head and looked at the direction where the little beggar left. The inside was star-studded, as if mercury was flowing, flashing complex emotions like human beings.

***

The next day, the little beggar came again, just like the squirrel fed him, the little beggar also started to feed the squirrel.

But he is human after all, not as simple as a beast, and some calculations are added to his feeding.

That's right, it's calculations.

He is used to loneliness and has no playmates on weekdays. The only playmate he has is a dog, but after the summer three years ago, the dog disappeared. dog skin.

There is no doubt that the dog was eaten, and he didn't know who ate it, maybe it was another beggar, or someone from a poor family...

After that, no matter how lonely he was, he never kept a pet again.

Compared with loneliness, he is more afraid that his playmate will only have a layer of bloody skin...

But now, after seeing the squirrel, he had the idea again.

Rats can also be eaten, but at least it is not a last resort. People don't eat rats.

The idea of ​​harvesting this squirrel as his playmate was out of control...

So, in the beginning, he could actually roast the meat for the squirrel, because cooked meat is more fragrant.

But even though he is young, he knows a lot. The more he travels and sees, the more he knows.

He knew that the seller should give a little sweetness first, and then give better ones later, and these things should be done slowly.

Otherwise, if you give too many benefits at once, it will be difficult to satisfy in the future.

This principle also applies to animals.

It can't be too good at the beginning, otherwise it will be good every time in the future, or even better.

When eating fruit steamed buns, give it raw meat, it must be very happy, and then give it barbecue, it will be even happier.

After everything has become a habit, then it will be a matter of course...

***

The little beggar was standing outside the alley with a pheasant.

In the alley, the sound of the squirrel gnawing dry steamed buns sounded again, and the little beggar's eyes lit up, and he quietly moved towards the door.

He walked to the threshold, and through the dilapidated door, he could clearly see the squirrel moving up and down, biting a piece of dry bun.

It is like a little playboy, holding the dry bun with its forelimbs, squatting on the ground with its hind legs, with bulging cheeks, and eats all the corners of the dry bun as if it were playful.

The little beggar stood at the threshold, and after he had eaten all the food, he deliberately kicked the threshold with his feet, making a little noise.

Sure enough, the squirrel made a sudden move and dodged into the corner, its fluffy ears pricked up, and its two bright black eyes, as big as mung beans, were staring at the entrance of the alley, full of vigilance.

When it saw that the little head poking through the crack of the door was a little beggar, its vigilant eyes calmed down, and even its pricked ears slowly softened.

It blinked its eyes, wagged its tail, thought for a long time and threw away the dry bun slices on its forelimbs, then raised its head and stared at the little beggar with a piercing gaze, with obvious expectations deep in its eyes.

"Here... for you to eat..." The little beggar did not disappoint it, and took out the pheasant from behind, without approaching it, just threw it in the direction of the squirrel, and then turned around and left after waiting for a while.

The squirrel was the same as yesterday, after looking at and smelling it carefully, it began to feast on it.

The next day, when the little beggar came back, he saw some blood-stained pheasant feathers in the middle of the alley, but all the flesh and bones of the pheasants were gone.

Seeing this scene, the little beggar's eyes lit up.

The first step is successful, what is needed in the future is persistence!

That's right, habits will really be formed slowly, on the third day, on the fourth day...

On the fifth day, before the little beggar came, the squirrel was already squatting at the door of the alley.

The dark eyes are full of emotions like human beings, full of anticipation and hope, and the pointed nose twitches.

It seems to be thinking, will the little beggar give him another hare today? ***

That day, the little beggar threw a pheasant into the alley again, but this time, he didn't leave directly, but squatted outside the alley and talked to the squirrel like he was talking to himself.

"Where are your parents? Where did they go? Were you born here? Or did you wander here like me? What's your name?"

"Tell you, my name is Ye Gui. I'm actually not a beggar. I have a family, but later my parents didn't want me, because my family was poor, and they couldn't support me if they supported my elder brother. My existence would be a drag on them, so Dad took me out and said he would buy me delicious candied haws, but after buying the candied haws, he threw me away."

"I waited for my father in that strange town for three days, and then someone told me that my father didn't want me anymore, he lost me."

"I didn't find it again, and I couldn't find it again, and then I changed my name to Ye Bugui..."

"Also, candied haws are the worst thing I've ever eaten. It's not tasty at all, it's sour and bitter..."

The little beggar squatted outside the alley and chattered, but the squirrel didn't hide in the corner all the time, it jumped out, and after seeing the little beggar in the distance, it didn't feel too scared, but directly lowered its head and bit the pheasant.

......

As time went by, the squirrel was no longer wary of the little beggar at the beginning.

Occasionally, when the little beggar talked to it, it would "squeak" a few times in response.

The obvious closeness of the relationship made the little beggar even more excited.

Even in the next few days, the little beggar had just stepped into the alley, and before he had taken two steps, the squirrel rushed out and screamed at the little beggar.

On the tenth day, the little beggar plucked and roasted the pheasant for the final sprint.

During this time, the squirrel has become more familiar with the little beggar, and the little beggar has just walked to the original alley.

"Squeak... cheep..."

There was a familiar creaking sound at his feet, and the squirrel seemed to be standing by the door to welcome him. Seeing him approaching, he immediately stretched out his paws and scratched his trousers. The sharp rat paws made the rough cloth pants creak.

Hard work and persistence are still useful, at least... this future little partner is almost here, almost around the corner.

"Squeak..."

Regarding his hesitation, the squirrel was urging him, it no longer ate steamed buns and dry buns, and was waiting for the little beggar's meat to be fed every day.

It stared straight at the little beggar with its dark eyes, and saw that he didn't have any food in his hand, so it couldn't help "squeaking" in dissatisfaction, scratching his trouser legs with its paws, and twitched its furry rat tail. It shook continuously, as if Cui urged the little beggar to quickly take out the food.

"Squeak... squeak..."

"Don't worry, I've brought you something to eat." The little beggar took out a cooked chicken wrapped in oiled paper from the coarse cloth clothes that had been washed white on his chest.

After sniffing hard, swallowing, he bent down and took out the roasted pheasant.

"It's delicious..." The little beggar could even hear himself swallowing heavily.

Squirrels are no exception. There is no beast-eating animal that does not love roasted meat. When the squirrel smells the smell of roasted pheasant, its small black eyes light up immediately.

"Zhizhi...zhizhi..." It almost stood up, its eyes were at the same level as the grilled chicken, and it looked at the little beggar pitifully and expectantly.

"Squeak..."

"Don't worry, it's just for you to eat." The little beggar said, but he didn't throw the roast pheasant to the squirrel, but freed up a hand, and tentatively reached for the squirrel's back.

The squirrel hesitated for a moment, with mung bean-sized black eyes, looked at the little beggar, then tilted its head to look at the pheasant, and finally squatted in place without moving, letting the little beggar's hand touch its back.

The touch on the hand was as expected, soft, warm, and clean. Rua didn't see any fleas or parasites on the back, and the little beggar involuntarily curled the corners of his lips.

Very clean mice!Sure enough, it was different from other mice.

The other rats were dirty and smelly, and the old beggar who lived with him in the ruined temple once ate rat meat when he was too hungry.

He also touched mice at close range at that time. Their tails were hairless, just a black strip of meat. When he touched them, the tactile sensation... Tsk!Can't recall, it's just disgusting.

The fur on the back is a bit hard, not soft...and it doesn't feel good to the touch.

The little beggar withdrew his brain, shook off the goosebumps, put the roast chicken on the ground, and moved it in front of the squirrel.

The squirrel squeaked happily, and after it squeaked, it sprang up and bit the roast pheasant. After taking the first bite, its eyes became brighter, and even its soft ears were excited. Standing upright, even the speed of biting immediately accelerated.

In just a short while, the roasted pheasant, which was about the same size as it, was eaten up, and there was nothing left, not even a bone.

"You are so small, why is your belly so big?"

"No wonder you are fat and chubby..."

"Squeak..." The squirrel seemed to be responding to him.

The little beggar touched its back and whispered: "However, I can feed you. As long as it doesn't rain heavily, or snow blocks the mountains, I can get you something to feed you, pheasant, fish, shrimp, loach..."

"From now on, if I have a mouthful of soup, there will be a piece of meat for you..."

"And I won't think you are fat either!"

"Squeak... squeak..."

The squirrel didn't know whether it understood, or because the temptation of the barbecue was too great, it seemed extremely happy, stood upright again, dragged its tail with its two hind legs, jumped upright, jumped up a few times, and climbed onto the little beggar's bed. knee.

The little beggar couldn't help being overjoyed, this was the first time the squirrel approached so actively.

The little beggar stretched out his hand, and tried to put his hand on its head slowly. This time, it didn't dodge at all, but simply bent down on his knees, closed its small eyes in enjoyment, and only used its forelimbs to move left and right. Starting from the right, he began to sharpen his claws. It looked like he was being massaged while picking his teeth after afternoon tea.

After that, one person and one mouse began to depend on each other. When the mountains were not closed and supplies were abundant, one person and one mouse ate meat. When winter came, the squirrels did not know where to get dry steamed buns and steamed buns to feed the little beggars.

One person and one mouse are also chic and happy, until one day, the sect of cultivating immortals set up a spiritual root test center in a small town, and one person and one mouse embarked on an ups and downs and extraordinary journey...