Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

Ji Yaozhen rarely took out his sword.

When Dong Changying saw Ji Yaozhen for the first time, the sword he carried behind his back was tightly wrapped in cloth, only the hilt was exposed on his shoulder.

Dong Changying never asked. Although they ate and lived together along the way at that time, it seemed that they were very close, but there were some things that Dong Changying still did not ask.

Because he knows that he and Ji Yaozhen are not from the same world at all.

The first time Ji Yaozhen used a sword in front of Dong Changying was because someone wanted to steal Dong Changying's purse——

Ji Yaozhen seldom used gold and silver things, and Dong Changying seldom said what he wanted to buy, so Ji Yaozhen directly gave him his purse and asked Dong Changying to buy whatever he wanted.

Ji Yaozhen doesn't look like a weak crown, but I don't know how long she has been away from the world, and she almost raises Dong Changying like a child.But apart from eating, he doesn't know anything.

When they arrived in the capital that day, Dong Changying didn't know what he saw, and he was restless as he walked, and he looked back frequently; Ji Yaozhen didn't pay attention, and when he looked back, he couldn't find Dong Changying.

Dong Changying was the most anxious when she realized that she had lost her heel, and her heart was flustered.There were crowds of people around, but his hands and feet were shaking, and he almost knelt on the ground.

In a trance, he was caught in the heart by the nightmare again, and his heart curled up. At this moment, there was a scream from the crowd, and something flew past him, as if someone was knocked down to the ground, and then he was surrounded by the fragrance of grass and trees. Living.

"Dong Changying!"

Dong Changying, who was being hugged, clearly saw the red mole under Ji Yaozhen's ear. He suddenly came back to his senses, and for some reason, he hurriedly looked away, only to find that Ji Yaozhen's never-leaving sword was gone.

Passers-by who watched the excitement surrounded them. Ji Yaozhen was extremely unaccustomed to the gazes of the crowd. After helping Dong Changying up, he bent down and picked up the tightly wrapped sword.

Dong Changying looked over, and there was a ragged little beggar looking at them in horror, begging for mercy constantly: "I'm sorry, please forgive me..."

He froze for a moment, and when he saw the purse torn open from his waist, he immediately understood.

Dong Changying hesitated, then looked up at Ji Yaozhen.

Ji Yaozhen was carrying the sword on his back, met his gaze, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Can I," Dong Changying took out a piece of broken silver from his purse, and said, "Give this to him?"

The money was not much, enough for an ordinary person to eat a few full meals. After hearing this, the little beggar looked at the money in Dong Changying's hand eagerly.

Ji Yaozhen remained expressionless, without any hesitation: "It's up to you."

The little beggar took the silver and was so grateful that he couldn't stop saying, "Thank you! Thank you immortal!"

He is not a fairy.

After Dong Changying followed Ji Yaozhen for a few steps, he looked back at the cheerful little beggar.

Bodhisattvas will be merciful to all living beings, but he will not.

"You keep turning your head, what are you looking at?"

Dong Changying shook her head silently and did not speak.

Ji Yaozhen stopped talking and walked straight forward.

He was not walking fast, and Dong Changying could easily keep up.He looked down at the hem of his clothes and Ji Yaozhen's heels, a little lost in thought.

If it wasn't for Ji Yaozhen, he wouldn't be in a pile of dead people, wandering between life and death; he wouldn't be dressed so brightly, as if he was still the eldest son of the Dong family.

The black boots stopped suddenly, and Dong Changying bumped into Ji Yaozhen's back unexpectedly, and bumped his nose hard into the sword wrapped in thick cloth.

"You're thinking about something."

Ji Yaozhen said affirmatively, he turned around and supported Dong Changying's shoulder, looked down and saw him covering his nose with tears in his eyes, and panicked again: "What, what's wrong?"

Dong Changying showed two eyes, and said in a low voice, "It's all right."

Then two lines of hot tears rolled out of the eyes, I don't know if it hurts.

Ji Yaozhen opened his eyes slightly, feeling at a loss for what to do, he suddenly went to the small vendor next to him, bought a candied haws and handed it to him, and wiped the tears on Dong Changying's cheeks clumsily: "Eat it, don't cry."

"..." Dong Changying felt a little ashamed, and looked away slightly: "Don't eat."

Ji Yaozhen tentatively brought the candied haws wrapped in icing sugar to his mouth, and seeing that he really didn't want to eat it, she took it back regrettably: "Okay, then don't cry anymore."

Dong Changying said stiffly: "I didn't cry."

Ji Yaozhen didn't refute him, took a bite of the candied haws by herself, frowned and ate it, then naturally took his hand: "Don't get lost this time."

Ji Yaozhen's hand looked very beautiful. Dong Changying realized that there was a rough callus on his hand when he held it.

He subconsciously looked up at the sword on Ji Yaozhen's back.

Ji Yaozhen was much taller than him. When Dong Changying looked up against the sunlight, he could only see his white earlobes, thin chin, and expressionless profile.

Ji Yaozhen never said where she was going, and Dong Changying never asked, but they walked all the way from the northwest and stayed in the capital for almost a month.

Dong Changying stayed in the inn all day, finally couldn't take it anymore, and wanted to go out for a walk.

Ji Yaozhen thought for a while, nodded and said, "That's fine, if I think about it later, I won't have a chance."

Dong Changying didn't understand this sentence at the time, and Ji Yaozhen didn't say much, and took him to the city for a stroll.

There is a deserted house in the south of the city, which is very conspicuous in the busy streets. Dong Changying tried his best to restrain himself, but he still looked there uncontrollably.

A seal was pasted on the gate of the mansion, and a plaque was hung above it, which was the word "Dong" bestowed by the former emperor.

Ji Yaozhen stood quietly with him at the intersection, and asked him: "I dare not look, why do I still want to look?"

Dong Changying trembled unconsciously, and Ji Yaozhen took him to the mansion: "I'll accompany you..."

"I do not want to see!"

Dong Changying threw away his hand suddenly, eyes flushed: "What's the use now? They're all dead, and I'm the only one left!"

"But I alone can't do anything to the Dugu family who murdered my relatives! I can't avenge them!"

The boy yelled at him, but Ji Yaozhen was very calm. When he stood until the sunset, he said calmly: "You should go to eat."

Dong Changying was afraid of the dark at first, so he told Ji Yaozhen before sunset that he was hungry and needed to eat; then he rested in the inn for one night, and left after dawn.

Slowly, Ji Yaozhen remembered.

Dinner was eaten in the largest restaurant in the city, because Ji Yaozhen said it was lively.

A lot of people will be lively.

He seemed to be coaxing Dong Changying to be happy, and Dong Changying had already gotten used to Ji Yaozhen's different thinking from ordinary people.

He is just like a child.

Dong Changying knew that he shouldn't lose his temper with Ji Yaozhen, he was very lucky to take him in, so how could he use "repaying favor" to blackmail him?

Dong Changying couldn't open his mouth to apologize, but Ji Yaozhen didn't care, looked at the restaurant's dishes carefully, and ordered Dong Changying's usual meal.

Dong Changying didn't have any appetite, but she forced herself to eat a lot.

Ji Yaozhen is very obsessed with eating. If Dong Changying shows something wrong with the food, he will be keenly aware of it, and then do something that makes Dong Changying dumbfounded.

The two still stayed in the same room at night.

Ji Yaozhen sat on the ground and meditated, while Dong Changying lay on the bed listening to his steady breathing, feeling uncomfortable in his stomach.

He was in a daze, and fell asleep at some point, and then he was called out by Ji Yaozhen: "Wake up, we are leaving."

It was late at night, but there was a lot of noise outside the window.

"Where are you going?" Dong Changying sat up and listened carefully. There were cries and shouts outside, and he suddenly became sober.

The candlelight in the guest room was warm and bright, reflecting on Ji Yaozhen Ruyu's face, he said calmly:

"Ning Xuan is exhausted, and the dynasty is about to change."