Cultivate the ruthless way for him

"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

A hasty and impatient knock on the door resounded in the quiet courtyard.

The head steward of the Qilin Palace stood outside the door, frowning tightly, and said with a strange look inside: "I said, young master, what are you dawdling about? The patriarch's wife and the young master are waiting in the main hall. You really think you have done it yourself!" In a few days, the young master will be able to put on the young master's airs?"

After a while, the door opened from the inside.

Come out a boy.

The boy was only thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a snow robe, with black hair hanging down to his waist like a waterfall, thick eyelashes, and crow feathers like flying feathers. He was born with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, and there was a small vermilion mole at the end of his eyes. On the snow-white skin, it is particularly eye-catching.

Probably because of her young age, she doesn't look enchanting, but instead looks quiet and well-behaved.

The young man opened his dark eyes, the sweat on his forehead was still thin, as if he had just suffered from an illness, he said obediently: "I'm sorry, Chief Manager, I, I fell asleep accidentally."

If this lovely and pitiful appearance fell into the eyes of ordinary people, they would definitely feel pity.

However, the steward knew what kind of cunning heart was hidden under the innocent appearance of this little thing.Immediately sneered: "Yo."

"It's also thanks to you being able to say it. What day is it today, and you can sleep through it? Even the young master is so weak, so you get up early to wash and go to the main hall to wait for the patriarch's wife to pass. You are more precious than the young master."

The steward's eyes are like a knife, scraping the young man's white and jade-like skin inch by inch.

"It's not the young lady's life, but she has a delicate problem."

If it wasn't for this little thing, how could the young lord have been exiled in the West Sea, suffered so much, and suffered from the root of his illness.This little thing is good, it has enjoyed the nourishment of the Qilin Palace for so many years, from the hair to the toes, it is delicate and white, exquisite and exquisite.Unlike the young master, his fingers are still covered with rough and thick calluses from his hard work in the West Sea.

This kind of low-blooded little thing should be driven away directly, so that he can also suffer the pain that the young master suffered back then.

However, this little thing has a lot of eyes, high means, and a delicate heart. He can always use various methods to coax the patriarch's wife into a circle.The patriarch's wife is a generous person, and she has been a parent and child for so many years, so she naturally couldn't bear to expel him from the clan, and even let him live according to the young master's standard for daily food and clothing.

The steward's eyes on the young man couldn't help but become more resentful.

Zhaozhao stared at this person's face, and couldn't help but think of how this person followed him to flatter and flatter him when he was the noble young master of the Qilin Palace.

At that time, he was a rather arrogant and stubborn little unicorn, he was praised everywhere, and he never even looked at this guy, presumably because of this reason, he was held grudge by this person.

It's just that people are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

Although Zhaozhao didn't like this kind of doggy thing in his heart, he still said on the face: "The chief labor officer will come over in person, and I will apologize to my brother and the patriarch's wife later."

"It's good that young master has this self-awareness."

The steward sneered, seeing that this little thing who used to be aloof and didn't even bother to look at him was now obedient like a cat, and felt a sense of revenge in his heart.

**

The Qilin Palace is very lively today, and there is a cheerful atmosphere everywhere, just because the young master Sinan has performed the coming-of-age ceremony, and will officially set off tomorrow to enter the first school in Xianzhou——[-] Prefectures to learn art from a teacher.

The main hall is full of people.

Sitting at the top is the Qilin King and his wife, and on the two sides are the elders and elders of the Manchu people.

At this moment, everyone looked at the young man in white standing in the hall kindly.The young man has clear eyebrows, a jade crown on his head, a dazzling array of waist ornaments, and exquisite dark patterns embroidered on the white fairy robe. When the sun shines, the brilliance flows, and the elegance and nobility of the whole body seem to be insufficient, and his complexion is morbidly pale. , is the only son of the Qilin King and his wife, Sinan, the young Qilin master who is loved by thousands of people.

It's no wonder that Qilin Wang and his wife love their only son so much, they wish to bring all the best things in the world to their beloved son.

Back then, when Princess Qilin gave birth, the remnants of the demon clan were making trouble. As the immortal clan guarding one side, the couple also called to fight.Princess Qilin was eight months pregnant at that time, and gave birth to Lin'er directly on the battlefield. Unexpectedly, during the chaos of the army, she mistakenly took a small bus snake back to the Qilin Palace as her own child.Because this little young master was born in less than a month, and stayed in the egg for a full 100 years before breaking out of the shell. The Qilin King and his wife doted on them very much. The soup pool is poured with spiritual spring water, so that the little young master can absorb spiritual energy and nourish the body.The little young master was born Yuxue cute, beautiful and agile, everyone in the Qilin Palace doesn't like it.It wasn't until the little young master turned a hundred years old that something happened.

The age of the Qilin family is counted from the breaking of the shell, and when they reach a hundred years old, they will hold a centenary banquet and become a centenary ceremony.A little unicorn who has reached the age of one hundred will take a drop of his heart, use the blood as a guide, and write his name on the family tree.The little young master is loved by thousands of people, so the centenary ceremony is naturally extraordinarily grand and grand.Unexpectedly, in the most critical link of blood introduction, the little young master's painstaking efforts were not compatible with the family tree. No matter what method he used, he couldn't write his name on the family tree.

This is the Qilin Immortal Vein's rejection of foreign blood.

The Qilin King, his wife and the guests were in a state of surprise when the Xihai Jiao clan who had never had any contact with the Qilin Palace suddenly visited and brought a weak and pale young man with them, saying that the young man was the real young Qilin master.

Everyone in the house was shocked, Qilin Wang and his wife were so angry that they wanted to drive him out, but suddenly an elder in the clan suggested that they might as well test the boy's blood.The priest of the Qilin clan took the young man's brains and blood, and referenced it on the genealogy, and actually left a trace.

It was only then that Qilin Wang and his wife found out that they had taken the wrong baby and brought back a snake egg as a Qilin egg.Their real children followed the Jiao clan to the West Sea.

The elders in the clan were furious, thinking that in order to confuse the blood of the fairy clan and improve their status, the Bashe clan deliberately designed this vicious trick of stealing the beam and changing positions. .The crowd was furious, and in the end it was Qilin King, known for his generosity and benevolence, who made the decision and kept the fake young master.

"My son is coming."

Princess Qilin summoned Aiko to her, her eyes were full of love and affection, and she ordered her personal maid to present a tray with a letter in it.

"It takes 100 years for the [-]th prefecture to open a mountain to accept apprentices. You are really lucky to catch up with you just after the coming-of-age ceremony. However, although there are many gods in the state, there are only three Shangshen. If you want to enter the sect of the Shangshen, you must You only need a letter of recommendation. This is a letter of recommendation that your father, queen, mother and concubine specially asked someone to write for you from Siming Xingjun of the Celestial Clan. When you enter Xianzhou, you can directly take this letter to visit Lord Bihua. You With a weak body, Bihua-jun happens to be good at medical skills, and also has some friendship with Qilin Palace, it is perfect for you to worship Bihua-jun as your teacher."

The elders couldn't help showing regret.

Of the three gods in the fourteen prefectures, although Lord Bihua is not bad, in terms of strength, the most powerful is naturally Zhang Yuan, the god of war known as "the first sword in the three realms".

That is the only sword god who has stepped into the Upper God Realm in the Immortal Realm for thousands of years.Thousands of years ago, during the battle between immortals and demons, with the sword of Scarlet Heaven, bloodbath washed the devil's lair, beheaded the head of the devil Lord Wentian, and smashed the demon's lair to the bottom. Even now, the demons are terrified when they hear about this famous name.

This time, the fourteen prefectures opened a mountain to accept disciples, and there was a lot of commotion, all because of rumors that Zhang Yuan, the god of war who had not been out of Xuexiao Palace for hundreds of years, intends to pick a bone among the new disciples this year Those who serve as closed disciples.

I heard that this year, the five clans and twelve aristocratic families have sent school-age disciples to Xianzhou to study, and they are running for nothing more than the golden signboard of God of War.

With the unique advantage of the young master's Qilin bloodline, if he can worship the god of war Zhang Yuan as his teacher, his future will be immeasurable, and he can step into the realm of the gods early... It's a pity that he was hindered by his unsatisfactory body.

The elders grieved as usual, then frowned unanimously, and shot their resentful eyes at the other young man standing outside the palace gate.

Back then, if the Ba Snakes hadn't come up with a vicious plan to use their inferior blood to impersonate the Qilin young master, the young master would not have been exiled in the West Sea and suffered from the root of the disease.

The patriarch's wife is also very kind and generous. After such a scandal, she didn't drive away the little bus snake, and let him stay in the Qilin Palace. The little thing followed.

Humph.

Most likely, this little thing used some means to please the patriarch's wife.

Qilin Wang and his wife apparently also saw Zhao Zhao hiding outside the door.

The Qilin King beckoned kindly: "Zhao Zhao, come here."

The young man had been standing quietly like a shadow. Hearing the words, Fang went in with a pot of fine wine in his arms, walked into the hall, and kowtowed politely: "Meet the patriarch, madam."

The Qilin King was a fair and elegant man, and he said with a smile, "You little guy, where are you getting so many red tapes, come here and let me have a look."

"Yes."

Zhaozhao glanced quietly, and saw that Qilin Wang and his wife had friendly expressions, smiling, and no displeasure, so he got up and walked over, offering the wine in his arms with both hands.

Like a little adult, with bright eyes, he said: "This is the nectar I brewed last year. Unfortunately, it didn't catch up with the lotus blooming season. I used sweet-scented osmanthus instead. It has been buried in the yard and raised with spiritual spring water. I brought it here today to honor it. The patriarch and his wife. Thank you, the patriarch's wife, for raising me for so many years, and allowing me and my brother to go to the fourteen states to learn art from a teacher."

"Okay, good boy."

King Qilin smiled and asked people to put away the fine wine, then thought of something, looked at his beloved wife, and said hesitantly: "Zhao Zhao, on the side of the Celestial Clan, you can only write letters of recommendation for pure blood from five clans and twelve aristocratic families. , so... the king and your mother and concubine only got a letter of recommendation for your brother."

Without a letter of recommendation, it means that you will not be able to touch the door of the upper god, and you can only retreat and worship the middle god or the lower god as your teacher.But now that there are more and more disciples studying every year, even Zhongshen has begun to pay attention to the recommendation letter as a proof of the investigation of the disciple's family and character.

Si Nan was taken aback.

The young man had expected it earlier, and said very well-behaved: "The patriarch is serious. I didn't need it at all. Only when I worship God as my teacher, I need a letter of recommendation. With my background and qualifications, it was the patriarch's wife who asked me for a recommendation. Letters are also a waste.”

"I will be satisfied if I can enter the fourteen states, admire the beauty of Xianzhou, and learn some skills. Besides, my brother is weak, so it must be very hard to travel all the way to Xianzhou. My main task is to take care of my brother."

The couple secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Princess Qilin said softly: "My good boy, it's great that you are so sensible. In fact, the middle gods and lower gods in the [-] states are also strong and have their own specialties. No matter which one you worship as your teacher, it's up to you. It’s all about great opportunities.”

"Come along with your elder brother, learn your skills, and don't play around like before."

Zhao Zhao is well-behaved and should be.

Seeing that Princess Qilin had once again held Sinan's hand, asked the mother to send over the new clothes and socks she had sewn by herself, she couldn't help feeling envious.

The princess also sewed these things for him before, and she always liked to poke his nose and say that he was fond of trashy clothes.

It's nice to have a mother.

The Qilin King suddenly beckoned, called the boy to him, and said, "Now that you're gone, no one will brew wine for me. Remember to teach Nangong and the others the recipe later."

So Zhao Zhao happily talked to the attendant behind King Qilin about the precautions for brewing Qiongjiu. He didn't know what he said, which made King Qilin laugh again and again.

The steward stood aside, seeing Zhaozhao only for a short moment, then with his sweet words and pretended to be well-behaved and sensible, he coaxed Qilin Wang and his wife into joy, and couldn't help holding their breath for a while.

This weird little thing is really hateful.

When he returns to Xianzhou this time, he must guard against this little thing, and not let him compete for the young master's limelight.

**

Early the next morning, two celestial chariots pulled by cranes carried Sinan, the unicorn young master, and the cheap little son, and set off for the legendary Xianzhou.

Except for lunch break and sleeping, Zhaozhao spends most of his time in Sinan's car, making tea and water for Sinan, mixing incense and ink, and taking good care of his brother.

Si Nan sighed: "These things are done by my own servants, you should stop and come over to eat something."

Zhao Zhao was sitting on his knees by the stove, making bamboo leaf tea that could quench the fire and quench his thirst. His technique was neat and beautiful, comparable to the best tea master in the world. Brother."

The steward who was waiting on the side frowned fiercely again.

It stands to reason that in this Qilin Palace, the young master should hate this little thing the most.

If it weren't for this little thing occupying the dove's nest, with the young master's qualifications, he would be the most accomplished water-type spell among his peers, and their Qilin Palace wouldn't have to let Beihai steal the limelight.When he thought that when the young master was suffering in the West Sea, this little thing was eating, drinking and having fun in the Qilin Palace, enjoying the nourishment of the Qilin Palace's immortal energy and the love of the patriarch's wife, he became very angry.

But their young master is as generous as the patriarch's wife.

Look, it's only been a few days, and I've been coaxed into submission by this little thing.

Whoever saw it didn't say that he was clever.

In the evening, Zhaozhao returned to his fairy car, lost his obedience, and told his attendant Lingshu: "Go and fetch my treasure chest."

According to Lingshu's words, Lingshu brought a small sandalwood box with a square shape and put it on the table.

Zhaozhao recited a mantra, opened the seal, and took out the assorted treasures from the box one by one like a few treasures, and put them on the table.

This is all the wealth he has accumulated in Qilin Palace these years.

"Do you understand everything I asked you to inquire about?"

"Go back to young master, I understand."

"Say it!"

Lingshu spread his hands: "There is nothing."

Zhao Zhao frowned: "What do you mean?"

"It means that since the great battle between immortals and demons, Changyuan God of War has not been out of Xuexiao Palace for nearly a thousand years. Let alone inquiring about God of War's preferences, few people have seen the appearance of God of War. The folk saying Books, one book after another, there is no accuracy at all."

Zhao Zhao was not disappointed.

This makes him how to give gifts according to his taste.

Lingshu couldn't help but said: "Young master, do you know who the Changyuan God of War is?"

Zhao Zhao nodded.

"Of course I know. The God of War is the son of God the Father, the only Sword God of the Upper God Realm in the Three Realms."

Lingshu sighed: "Then you are still dreaming."

"How did I dream?"

"My subordinates have heard that since the news that Changyuan God of War will make an exception this year to accept disciples, the 'Five Clans and Twelve Aristocratic Families' have sent disciples of the right age in the clan to [-] prefectures to learn from teachers, and all of them are of good character. You are a talented young man. You don't even have a letter of recommendation, and you still want to join the disciples of the God of War. Isn't it just a dream?"

"What do you know."

The young man raised his eyes lightly, and said like a little fox: "Although the God of War is unattainable, it is the God of War who is most likely to take me as a disciple."

Lingshu felt that his little son was arrogant and pointless, with a broom tied behind his buttocks, he didn't need to practice at all, he could go directly to heaven.

"I don't understand."

"It's okay to tell you, there are three gods in the [-] prefectures, Mr. Nanshan is the master of a prefecture, and he is famous for his generosity and benevolence. Although it sounds very good, as the master of the state, it is inevitable to take responsibility for the sect. Communication is important, which means that the relationship must be indispensable. As for Mr. Bihua, a natural goddess, with a noble status, the one who looks down on me the most is an inferior monster like me. He doesn't even need to think about it. Only the God of War In the Great War of Immortals and Demons, he boldly used generals from poor families, so he is most likely not to use family background as the only criterion for selecting apprentices. As long as I perform well, do what I like, and work hard to get a good result, there is still great hope."

"But so what." Lingshu still felt that it was too ridiculous. "Young master, don't forget that the only disciple under God of War's sect is Mo Yu, Prince of the Celestial Clan. Back then, he lost his soul and soul when he defended God of War. He is still in a coma. God of War loves this disciple very much. The cure. I heard that it is also because of His Highness Mo Yu that God of War has been confiscating other disciples for hundreds of years. Young master, how do you compare with that Prince Mo Yu?"

Zhao Zhao didn't change his face: "Although the ability is not comparable, the face can still be fought."

Lingshu: "..."

Well, this is terminally ill, there is no cure.

After Lingshu left, Zhaozhao rested his chin on his hands, stared at the pile of treasures on the case, and pondered.

What he said "relying on face" was not a joke.

It all originated from a request for medicine from the Celestial Clan from the Qilin Palace a few months ago, with a portrait of the Celestial Clan's Prince Mo Yu attached.

Ever since Mo Yu fell into a coma, both the Tianjun and the Fourteen States have searched for rare medicinal materials, hoping to wake up Moyu as soon as possible. Hearing that there is a fairy grass in the Qilin Palace that can mend the soul, Tianjun immediately sent someone to fetch it with an edict.

Zhaozhao caught a glimpse of it by accident, and then realized that he and Mo Yu, the crown prince of the Heavenly Clan, had some similarities in eyebrows and eyes, especially the small mole at the end of the eye.Back in the room, Zhaozhao copied the portrait from his memory, becoming more and more convinced of this idea.

Zhang Yuan loves Mo Yu so much, his face is the biggest bargaining chip.

Although it is disgraceful to say this bargaining chip, and it also damages the self-esteem that should be the most important thing for young people, but as long as it can help him get rid of the current life of being dependent on others, this is nothing.

Moreover, there are many other benefits of joining Zhang Yuan's sect.

For example, you don't have to face fierce competition among disciples, and you can gain status as quickly as possible.

All in all, it's a lucrative deal no matter what.

Now he desperately needs a cheap master to help him get rid of the days of being dependent on others.Chang Yuan is the best choice. The author has something to say: Chang Yuan:?