Kuaichuan is pampered and coquettish

"Master, you eat too." Nan Lichuan wiped his mouth, and pushed the food that he thought was the most delicious to Rong Shu.

He blinked his black glass eyes, and said in a crisp voice, "This is really delicious."

Rong Shu raised his lips, "As a teacher, I have already fasted the grain, so I don't need to eat."

Nan Lichuan frowned when he heard the words, he was a little puzzled and said, "What does bigu mean? Why don't you need to eat?"

Rong Shu carefully explained, "Cultivators can absorb energy from spiritual energy, so food is no longer important to monks. Whether to eat or not depends entirely on personal preferences. What's more, not eating five grains can make the body pure and free of impurities."

Nan Lichuan nodded upon hearing the words, "So that's the case."

He stretched out his hand to hug Rong Shu's arm, and rubbed it affectionately, "It's so good to be with Master."

Nan Lichuan wanted to clean up the table when his stomach was full, Rong Shu restrained his movements, "Someone will come to clean up later, let me go to collect books with my teacher

Court. "

The sound is like a bright and clear moon, gurgling water, with a refreshing and soft taste, which makes people feel comfortable physically and mentally after listening to it, it is really very pleasant to hear.

Rong Shu led Nan Lichuan to the Ghost Clan's Library Pavilion, where all the books collected since the birth of the Ghost Clan were there.

Because the ghosts were either humans, demons or demons during their lifetime, there are many precious cheats written by monks from the three tribes of humans, monsters and demons.

"Master, what are we doing in Zangshu Pavilion?" Nan Lichuan shyly hugged Rongshu's arm tightly.

"I will take you to test your spiritual roots, and I will choose a suitable exercise for you." Rong Shu replied.

Nan Lichuan's eyes lit up when he heard the words, as if the sky was full of stars, he nodded repeatedly, like a chicken pecking at rice, "Thank you, Master, I like Master the most!"

His face was flushed with excitement, and he hugged Rong Shu's arm, and his two short legs ran faster than Rong Shu because of his excitement.

Rong Shu slightly bent his eyes, but smiled without saying a word.

Passing through several palaces all the way, the two finally came to the door of the huge Zangshu Pavilion.

He picked up Nan Lichuan, strode across the high threshold, and was about to put him down, but someone grabbed him by his sleeve.

Rong Shu looked down at him, "What's wrong?"

Nan Lichuan blushed slightly, "Master, can you give me more hugs?"

Rong Shu was silent for a few seconds, thinking that the male lead was really clingy when he was young, "Okay."

Seeing that Rongshu agreed, Nan Lichuan hugged his neck happily, the curvature of the corners of his mouth could not be suppressed no matter what.

"See Your Majesty." The old ghost guarding the pavilion who was dozing off in front of the case heard footsteps and slowly opened his eyes. When he saw that it was Rong Shu, he quickly stood up and saluted him.

Rong Shu waved his sleeves to signal him to get up, then carried Nan Lichuan into the ghost king's exclusive study.

There are marble desks in the room, complete with pens, inks, papers and inkstones. There is also a precious and exquisite vase in the corner. Inside are a few bright red Bana flowers. I don’t know how long it has been picked, and there is no sign of withering.

In addition to several calligraphy and paintings on the wall, there is also a Guqin made of Fengqi sycamore wood.

"Put your hand on it." Rong Shu took out a spirit stone and put it on the desk, his brows and eyes softened slightly.

Nan Lichuan was a little nervous, his palms were wet with sweat, and he subconsciously wiped it on his clothes.Feeling that this was inappropriate again, she quickly put her hand back, not daring to wipe the sweat with her clothes again.

He lightly placed his hand on the spirit-testing stone, and within a few seconds, a purple light glowed from the originally white boulder, but it was very weak.

The brighter the light, the better the talent. Although Nan Lichuan is the most suitable Lei Lingen for cultivating immortals, his talent is the worst.

"Master..." Nan Lichuan swallowed the sleep foam, looked up at Rong Shu.

Rong Shu nodded, "Lei Lingen, you can cultivate immortality."

After all, Nan Lichuan was still young, and when he heard that he could cultivate immortality, he was overjoyed. He hugged Rong Shu tightly and rubbed against his body with crooked eyebrows and eyes.

"Okay, stop making trouble." Rong Shu patted his head, "Let me choose a suitable exercise for you."

"Okay." Nan Lichuan didn't move when he heard that, and obediently followed Rong Shu.

There were too many impurities in Nan Lichuan's body in the early stage, no matter how he cultivated, his progress was extremely slow, until he got the inheritance and soared to the sky.

In the later period, Nan Lichuan practiced the secret books of the gods, but Rong Shu didn't have that kind of thing here, so he just chose a book that was most suitable for Lei Linggen in Zangshu Pavilion and gave it to him.

And if he didn't get the secret book of the Protoss, Nan Lichuan would not become the pillar of the human world, and he would not be able to confront Jun Ningfei, which is actually a good thing for him.

After he finished his mission and left, he handed Nan Lichuan over to Meiba to take care of him. For his sake, Meiba would definitely not treat his apprentice badly.

However, if Nan Lichuan got the secret book of the Protoss by accident in the end, he would not stop him, after all, everyone has their own destiny.

Rong Shu explained some common sense about cultivating immortals to Nan Lichuan, and then arranged for the ghost slave to organize a side hall for him to live in.

Nan Lichuan sat cross-legged on the bed as he said, he was used to sleeping on hard floors and rough thatch, and suddenly he was given such a soft and comfortable bed, he couldn't help rolling on the bed.

Realizing that he was making too much noise, the child secretly raised his eyes to look at Rong Shu, only to see that the other party's eyes were calm, his eyebrows remained the same, and there was no sign of anger, so he boldly jumped a few times, and his beautiful eyes became more and more beautiful. Bright, it seems to be full of stars.

Even if he was happy, he didn't dare to make trouble for too long. When he had had enough fun, he calmed down and listened carefully to Rong Shu's explanation, his eyes sparkling, and there was an aftertaste of excitement on his face.

Rong Shu patiently taught him how to cultivate, and corrected his wrong movements, "Cultivation cannot be achieved in a day or two, you meditate slowly, and then practice the content of the exercises after you successfully guide the spirit into the body. "

"Yeah." Nan Lichuan nodded again and again, his obsidian eyes shining brightly, "I will work hard, and I will be as good as Master."

"Arong." The murmur of water in the damp cave, the fist-sized night pearl inlaid on the stone wall, and the dim light projected on the young man whose lower body was immersed in the water.

The expression in his eyes could not be seen clearly under the looming light, the young man licked his lips with the tip of his scarlet tongue, his tone was full of excitement and madness that could not be concealed, "Finally... are you willing to come back?"

For thousands of years, he searched the entire ghost world, but he didn't find Rong Shu's soul. He once forcibly broke into the ghost palace, but found that the other party's soul disappeared in the cycle of reincarnation, as if he had never appeared before.

The other party disappeared into this world, as if his soul had disappeared.

He was not reconciled, and he did not hesitate to use the forbidden technique to summon the soul, but in the end he managed to capture the opponent's soul, but just when he was about to pull Rong Shu's soul to his side, a powerful force forcibly stopped the summoning.

The failure of the forbidden technique to conjure souls was even more devastating than the success. He was severely injured and did not dare to provoke Jun Ningfei like he did before, so he could only hide and recover from his injuries secretly.

He once placed a spell on Rong Shu's body, which was deeply engraved on the soul, no matter where the other party was, he could sense it.

Now he finally sensed the mark on the opponent again.

It is not difficult to say that it is difficult to lead the spirit into the body, and it is not easy to say that it is easy. Nan Lichuan tried diligently for three days in the residence, but he did not touch the shadow of the spirit. He couldn't help but feel a little worried, "Master, I Is it because the talent is poor, I have worked very hard, but I just can't sense the aura."

Rong Shu said casually while making tea, "It takes patience to lead the spirit into the body, and you can realize it slowly. You can't rush to practice. You are still young, and laying a solid foundation is the most important thing right now."

Nan Lichuan nodded half-understood, and after hearing Rong Shu's words, he felt much better.

Rong Shu felt that practicing day and night like Nan Lichuan's was not good, it was easy to make himself stupid, and it happened that the other party was young, so he could teach him to read and write.

"Can you write your own name?" Rong Shu stood behind the child, supporting the desk with one hand, and rubbed the ink with the other.

"Yes." Nan Lichuan wrung his fingers a little shyly, "Will Master teach me how to write?"

Rong Shu nodded, "How much will you write?"

Nan Lichuan scratched his head, counted with his fingers, "It's not a lot."

After he finished speaking, his hand was held. The young man's palm was slightly cool, as delicate as finely carved jade. Nan Lichuan's palm had many thick calluses. He couldn't help lowering his head and peeking at it The other party's fair and slender fingertips, in contrast to his hands have small scars, and the skin is rough.

Just like him and the master, they are as far apart as clouds and mud.

But the master is willing to accept him and accept him as a disciple. The master is the best person to him besides his parents.

"knocking"

The door of the study was suddenly knocked from outside, and the ghost slave's respectful voice came, "Your Highness, Lord Demon Lord, please see me."

Rong Shu paused, and the slender brush tip stained a little ink on the white rice paper. He frowned a little strangely. In the plot passed to him by the system, Lin Shuang's character was withdrawn and indifferent. Except for Jun Ningfei, almost no one Interacted with others.

So, why did Lin Shuang come to him suddenly?

Although he was suspicious, Rong Shu went out to meet Lin Shuang.

From a distance, he saw a black figure standing in the corridor. His long silver hair was blown by the wind, covering half of his face, while the other half of his face was not enough to be described by the word peerless elegance. Express each other's third.

There was amazement in Rong Shu's eyes, but even more shock. The figure of the young man in front of him almost overlapped with the high priest who had imprisoned him for more than ten years.

It's so similar.

However, he had never seen the face of the high priest. The other party wore a silver mask all year round, revealing only the beautifully shaped lips and delicate chin.

What did Rong Shu think of, he hesitated for a while, and slowly stretched out his hand to cover the upper half of Linshuang's face in the distance, his beautiful eyes shrank suddenly as if they were frightened by something.

"What are you doing?" A cold male voice suddenly interrupted Rong Shu's thoughts, but within a few breaths, the silver-haired youth teleported to him.

Rong Shu was taken aback, but he didn't show it on his face. He pretended to be calm, and looked at Linshuang with a bland smile, "The devil came to my ghost palace today, but what's the matter?"

He has an unfamiliar relationship with Linshuang, and naturally he doesn't speak as casually as when he was with Meiba.

Lin Shuang glanced in the direction of Zangshu Pavilion, and quickly retracted her gaze, "Next month is the birthday of Mozun."

As he spoke, the young man took out an invitation card from his sleeve, handed it to Rong Shu, and then turned into a black mist and left.

What Rong Shu thought was strange, what was the relationship between Linshuang and the High Priest?

Although I haven't seen the full face of the high priest, but if the upper half of the face is covered, the other party and Lin Shuang look exactly the same, including the body shape and hair color.