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"What? A new student visiting me?"

"Thank you for saving my life?"

"You brought me a gift?"

Hearing Xiantong's report, Sanskrit was at a loss.

As the busiest person in the entire Xuexiao Palace, he couldn't remember any new disciples he had ever had friendship with, let alone when he had rescued someone outside.

However, it is also impossible for the other party to visit him by name for no reason.

Sanskrit pondered for a moment, and for the sake of prudence, he specially asked Xiantong to invite Zhaozhao to meet him in the tea room specially used for entertaining guests.

Zhaozhao set foot in Xuexiao Palace for the first time, afraid of leaving a bad impression on others, even if he was curious, he didn't dare to look around. After being led into the tea room by Xiantong, he sat behind the tea table and waited obediently.

However, Sanskrit seemed to be caught by something, half a stick of incense passed by, but still did not show up.

Zhao Zhao couldn't sit still, he rubbed his legs quietly, and finally raised his head to look around.

Although it is only a tea room, the interior layout is exquisite and elegant. Tea sets, incense burners, screens, chessboards, and various utensils are all available, and they are extraordinary at first glance. There is even a guqin on the long table by the window .Outside the window is facing a sea of ​​blue bamboo, and the unique fresh breath of Lingzhu floats in through the window, which is refreshing and pleasant to the eyes and ears.

Zhao Zhao's gaze then fell on a portrait hanging on the wall.

On the painting, there is a fairy holding a long red sword in his hand, standing in the sea of ​​blood on the mountain of corpses, disturbing the magic cave. His pupils reflected the piercing sword light, and his whole body carried a powerful and violent beauty.

There is a poem on the painting: Three thousand guests are drunk in a house full of flowers, and fourteen states are covered with a sword of frost and cold.

The inscription is: Bestowed by the Lord of Heaven.

Zhao Zhao opened his eyes wide, his heart beat violently, and his mind went blank for a moment.

After a long time, the boy got up and slowly walked towards the portrait.

At the same time, Sanskrit finally arrived slowly, opened the door and walked in.

Fanyin saw that his little guest was standing under the east wall, with his back to the door, raised his head, and stared at the portrait on the wall without blinking.

This is considered a faux pas.

However, when he heard the sound of the door and the sound of footsteps, the young man was completely unaware. He was still in a daze. He stared at the blood-clothed fairy holding the sword in the painting. Shaking shoulders.

Master.

Why did Master's portrait appear here?

"Little fairy friend, you are looking for me?"

A clear voice woke up Zhao Zhao from the huge shock.

Zhao Zhao turned her head back, staring blankly at the fairy official in white who walked in with an unfamiliar face.

Because all my mind was focused on that painting, I forgot to study carefully that the voice of this fairy official was not exactly the same as the one I heard before, and there was also a slight difference in stature.

Zhaozhao pointed to the portrait, and asked with a trembling voice, "This, who is this?"

Fanyin smiled and said kindly: "This is the portrait of my family's monarch."

"It was Tianjun who was grateful to Junshang who entered the magic cave alone and tried his best to save the fairy clan from danger, so he specially ordered the best painter of the Celestial clan to draw it."

Zhao Zhao then fell into an even greater shock.

This... is the portrait of the God of War Zhang Yuan.

God of War, why does he have the same face as his master.

Could it be that Master was reincarnated as the God of War? No, that is impossible. The God of War is the body of the Supreme God and has an age of tens of thousands of years. If Master is reincarnated successfully, he will only be two hundred years old at most.

What's more, the master said that in this life, he will only accept one apprentice, and God of War already has his beloved apprentice.

But suddenly seeing such a face, Zhao Zhao is still unwilling to give up that tiny hope.

Zhao Zhao's voice trembled even more.

"300 years ago, did God of War go to a place called Guanyin Village?"

Guanyin Village?

Sanskrit shook his head, his eyes were dazed, as if he didn't understand why Zhaozhao would ask such a question.

Said: "Your Majesty has lived in seclusion in Xuexiao Palace all year round, except for the battle between immortals and demons that year, he has never left Xuexiao Palace for half a step."

Sanskrit's words were like a bucket of cold water poured down.

The battle between immortals and demons happened thousands of years ago.

The time just doesn't match.

Zhao Zhao suddenly felt unprecedented grievance and sadness in his heart.

Just like something that has been lost for a long time, you have already accepted the fact of the loss, but suddenly there is a similar thing, which stirs up all the thoughts and feelings accumulated by people for hundreds of years. When you ignite hope, that thing also He said indifferently, "I'm not the one you're looking for", and then slipped away like a carp.

Fanyin saw that the blood on the young man's face seemed to be drained dry, and he was terribly pale, so he couldn't help worrying: "Young fairy friend, are you feeling unwell?"

Sanskrit has actually been scrutinizing Zhaozhao all along.

When he saw the boy's appearance and the small cinnabar mole at the end of his eye, he was in a daze for a while.

Then he thought, could this be the little disciple of the Qilin Palace that Jun Nanshan said was very similar to His Royal Highness Mo Yu?

Zhaozhao was conscious, but his heart throbbed badly.

One side is sad and wronged.

On the one hand, the life force dormant in the flesh and blood respawned in time, suppressing emotion with reason.

If the scales are still bright, it proves that Master is still alive.

Even if the master is not here, he will always be silently guarding him in some corner of the world.

As long as he works hard to become strong, one day he will be able to find his master.

"I'm... all right."

"When I saw the God of War, I couldn't control it, and I felt admiration."

Zhao Zhao gritted her teeth, trying to keep her voice steady.

Sanskrit did not have too much doubt.

Because he knew some inside information from Mr. Nanshan, he knew that this little disciple was very active in wanting to worship Mr. Nan as his teacher.

Pian Junshang not only confiscated it, but also gave the little disciple a "low" in the moral assessment because of the previous incident.

Sanskrit's eyes could not help but fall on the jug of fine wine in the young man's arms.

Immortals are all good to drink, this fine nectar can be called a treasure among wines, and lotus nectar is even more rare among treasures, it takes a lot of effort to make, even if an immortal wants to drink a pot, it is not easy.

This little disciple came here with such a precious gift, could it be because of the moral evaluation, he wanted to intercede for him in front of the king?

Otherwise, he really couldn't think of any intersection between himself and this little disciple.

As for the mysterious life-saving grace, maybe this little guy made it up just to see him, or maybe...

Sanskrit was waiting to ask carefully—there was a hurried voice from the fairy boy outside the door: "Master Fanyin, Senior Brother Wenzhu from Nanshan Jundian is here, please go to Daoxindian as soon as possible."

Sanskrit noticed that the situation was unusual: "What can you say?"

"It is said that the evil monster caught it and attached it to a new student who enrolled this year. Lord Nanshan will unite Junshang and Lord Bihua to cast a spell in the Dao Heart Palace tonight to seal the monster."

Sanskrit nodded.

"I get it, I'll go right away."

After Xiantong stepped back, Fanyin looked at Zhaozhao.

"I'm really sorry, I have urgent business today, so I can't receive my little fairy friend."

"It's okay." Zhaozhao also tried to calm down at this moment, and hurriedly handed over the wine in his arms: "This is my heart, please accept it with a smile."

Sanskrit hesitated a little.

Although fine nectar is very tempting, it is worthless for nothing.

I heard the young man say: "I'm ashamed to say, I haven't done it for a long time, and my skills are rusty. This batch is not good, and it's really shabby as a gift. If the fairy officials don't mind it, they should taste it for me and give it to me." Let me know what needs to be improved. I will try to do better next time.”

It was clearly a gift, but it sounded like asking someone for help.

What a clever little guy.

Sanskrit did not refuse anymore, and said: "Then thank you for the fine wine. If there is any need for my help in the future, as long as it is within my ability, the little fairy friend will just ask."

Fanyin still sent Xiantong to send Zhaozhao down the mountain.

Zhao Zhaoren was walking towards Yujing Palace, but his mind was thinking about the news sent back by Xiantong just now.

Before, he only considered the matter of worshiping Zhang Yuan as his teacher from the perspective of his own interests, but now seeing Zhang Yuan's face, how could he calm down.

Even if that is not the master.

Looking at that face every day is also enough to make him happy, enough to make him full of longing and get sustenance.

He must try to get into the gate of Xuexiao Palace.

Even with - special means.

**

Since Zhaozhao was imprisoned in the Palace of Precepts, Sinan has had trouble sleeping and eating, and his heart is burning with worry. He was imprisoned by Lord Bihua in Zixia Palace to copy the precepts, and he couldn't even ask for news.

After returning to Yujing Palace and knowing that Zhaozhao came back safe and sound, he heaved a sigh of relief and asked carefully what happened.

After Zhao Zhao talked about it, he asked Sinan which disciple was leaned over by the monster.

Si Nandao: "I heard that he is a disciple of the Fox Clan in Qingqiu, called Tushanyi, who was attacked by a monster while going to the toilet, and is now being imprisoned in the Temple of Discipline...Why do you suddenly ask this?"

Zhao Zhao said without changing his face, "I know him, and I have accepted some kindness from him before."

Simon was surprised.

"He doesn't live in the same dormitory with us, how did you meet him?"

"When I got up early to pick lotus dew these two days, he helped me pick it together. He is a warm-hearted person."

Si Nan nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Just a warning: "The monster is cunning and may jump out to attack people at any time. Before it is completely sealed, you should stay away from going out and don't run around."

Zhao Zhao obediently agreed.

However, in the evening, when Sinan and the others went to evening class, they still quietly went out with a glazed lamp, heading towards the Temple of Precepts.

Because Tu Shanyi and the gluttonous ghosts were sealed in the formation, there were only two immortal officials guarding the palace.

Zhao Zhao blew out the lamp, used a spell to find the way, avoided the magic circle, and slipped in through the back door of the main hall.

Tu Shanyi was bound with a fairy rope, curled up in the formation, and had lost consciousness, his eyes were strangely red, and his face was covered with a layer of lifeless white.

Obviously a sign of being bent over by a monster.

Zhao Zhao walked into the magic circle, put down the glazed lamp, and knelt down.

The boy didn't make a sound, and slowly untied the fairy robe on his body, revealing the white skin on his back.After that, he took out another bottle of medicinal powder and sprinkled it on the wound. A deep black wound gradually appeared on the boy's back.

Tu Shanyi, who was motionless at first, suddenly twitched all over.

Zhao Zhao bit her finger and quickly drew a line of runes on the ground.

Half a moment later, the door of the palace opened, and the three gods from the fourteen prefectures came hand in hand.

Looking at the extra boy who appeared out of nowhere in the formation, Nan Shanjun was stunned, Zhang Yuan frowned, why is it this little thing again.

Moreover, look at the little thing curled up on the ground with a face full of pain.

The monster moved?

Zhang Yuan realized something, and his complexion suddenly sank.