Cultivate the ruthless way for him

It is still Shu Zhongshan, Shu Zhongyue.

Inside the cave, after the little thing said a few words, he began to sob and cry again.

Wu Qiuyu asked, "Where are your parents?"

The little guy choked: "There are no parents."

"What about the rest of the family?"

"No family."

Wu Qiuyu was taken aback.

"Do you have any relatives or friends?"

The little guy still shook his head.

It turned out to be an orphan.

Wu Qiuyu's heart softened.

Because although he can be called a monk with profound magic power, he also lost all his memory, and he doesn't know where he came from. This time he came back to Sichuan, following a powerful wave of devilish energy.

It is the unshirkable responsibility of every ascetic to eliminate demons and defend the Tao.

Since there is no bondage in this world, he simply takes this as his lifelong goal.

Who expected to meet such a little guy on the way.

Dirty water was accumulated in the cave, and the bones of monsters were scattered beside it. A normal person would get sick after soaking in it for a while, let alone a seriously injured child.

Looking at the boy again, he was only wearing a tattered linen robe, which could barely cover his body, but his lower body was in the shape of a monster, with a blue tail with dim scales, drooping like a little master, soaked in dirty water, his tail The tip was bloody, rolled into a small circle, and blood was still dripping out.

Sooner or later, the smell of blood will summon the monsters.

Even if there are no monsters, there will be wild beasts in the mountains.

Wu Qiuyu put the sword on her back and said, "I'll take you out."

The young man was still vigilant, and immediately shrank back in fright.

"Stay here, and tigers will come and eat you."

The monk deliberately frightened.

As expected, the boy's body trembled, but his eyes were still alert, aiming at the sword on his back.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

"If I really want to hurt you, why bother to take care of you, right?"

This is true.

The boy is not very old, but he knows that his situation cannot last long. Even if this monk is really a bad person, there is no need to abduct and sell a little demon who is about to die of illness.

"Ah."

The boy finally nodded slightly.

The monk stretched out his arms to lift the man out of the dirty ditch.Only then did I realize that although the little guy's clothes were soaked through, his body was scorching hot, obviously he was seriously ill.

"What is your name?"

"I……"

The young man thought that no one around here knew him, so he answered in a low voice, "My name is Zhao Zhao."

"Zhao Zhao."

The monk read the name and said with a smile: "It means bright and beautiful, did your parents give it to you?"

Of course not, where does he have parents?

But in front of strangers, Zhao Zhao didn't want to reveal too much, so he nodded.

There are no guest houses in the mountains, so the first night was spent in an abandoned temple.

Wu Qiuyu lit a fire, spread some hay under the incense table, and put Zhao Zhao on it.

Zhao Zhao tightly curled the tip of his tail, turned his back to the firelight, and huddled in a corner of the incense table, his eyes were still red, full of water.

After getting out of the pool of stinky water, the pain flooded my body.

What is more difficult than the physical pain is the confusion about the way forward.

The tribe doesn't want him, and Qilin Wang and his wife don't care about him. Where should he go?

However, it seems that there is no need to think about this problem, because he is about to die.He was only over 200 years old, and he was about to die in such a state of embarrassment in the wilderness, without even saying goodbye.

Will his bones be taken away by night wolves and tigers in the mountains?

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps behind him, Zhaozhao flinched instinctively, turned around, and saw a monk in black.

The other party was tall and handsome, and the shadow cast was enough to wrap him tightly.Paired with those sharp eyebrows, thin and cold lip line...it looks very difficult to get along with.

Zhao Zhao's tail curled up even tighter.

Whispered: "I..."

"Don't be nervous."

The man's voice was very kind: "I just want to check your wound."

Zhao Zhao glanced at the tip of his own tail, and shrank again.

Wu Qiuyu only had a cursory glance, and she already counted them. The juvenile's tail was not an ordinary injury, but the scales were pulled out by life. The wound was not treated in time, and it was soaked in the dirty ditch for so long, most of the tail was rotten.

"no need."

Zhao Zhao took a deep breath, trying to make herself look stronger.

"I know, I'm dying."

Death, for a boy of this age, is still a psychedelic and terrifying thing.

Zhaozhao took out a cyan scale from his bosom, bit his lower lip hard, and said, "This is the second most beautiful scale on the tip of my tail. It took me a lot of effort to snatch it from them. I put it on Give it to Xianjun, can Xianjun find a place to bury my bones after I die, and don't let wild beasts take it away."

"In the next life, I will definitely repay the kindness and virtue of Xianjun."

After finishing speaking, the boy's eyes turned red, and tears fell again.

He didn't want to be so embarrassed in front of strangers, but he was so pitiful that when he was dying, he didn't even have a relative by his side.Even things like digging graves have to be entrusted to outsiders.

Wu Qiuyu looked at the scale by the firelight.

The edges of the scales are still stained with blood and finely chopped flesh, obviously from when they were roughly pulled out.

He is a cultivator, so he naturally recognized at a glance that these scales were not ordinary monster scales, but filled with immortal energy.

With a lump in his throat, he said, "Don't worry, you won't die, you're just sick."

"Put the scales away."

Zhao Zhao suddenly asked: "Xian Jun, are you afraid of death?"

Wu Qiuyu was startled.

I heard the young man say: "I'm actually a little scared. However, I've heard others say that when a person dies, the lamp goes out. After death, one should not feel sad or feel pain."

In the middle of the night, Zhaozhao was a little confused by the burning, so the monk took off his robe and wrapped it up for the young man.Probably because of his dull consciousness, the tip of the boy's tail finally stretched out, hanging limply on the dry grass.

The monk has no medicine, so he can only use celestial power to heal the boy's wound.

When Zhaozhao woke up again, he was no longer in the ruined temple, but in the room of the inn.Under the body is no longer rough dry grass, but a soft quilt.

The morning light came in through the window, and on the small couch by the window, there was a figure sitting cross-legged.

The silver-faced black robe is exactly the monk from yesterday.

Zhao Zhao lifted the quilt and wanted to get off the ground, only to find that his entire tail was wrapped in a thick white cloth, and the tip of his tail was not as painful as last night.

"Don't move."

The person on the couch opened his eyes at some point, lifted his sword and stood up, saying: "Your tail is seriously injured, it will take a few days to fully recover."

This is five or six days.

Zhaozhao only moves around in his room every day. When the time comes, Brother Wu will come over to change his dressing, re-bandage his wound, and bring him meals by the way.

The meals in the inn are uniform, only vegetarian dishes, no meat.

But Zhaozhao was penniless, knowing that the money was paid by the kind-hearted fairy, so he didn't dare to be picky.

In the blink of an eye, on the seventh day, the large and small wounds on Zhao Zhao's tail have almost healed, and new flesh has grown on the rotten place.Even on the tip of the most serious tail, where the scales were pulled out, there was a large scar.

Zhaozhao urged Xianyuan to try, and found that he could re-form into a human form.

But still can't go for too long.

Zhao Zhao put on a new robe, lay obediently on the bed and waited for the fairy to come over to change her dressing.

In the past at Chenshi, Xianjun would come over on time, but today Zhaozhao waited and waited until noon, his stomach was so hungry that he started rumbling, but Xianjun did not come.

Seeing the sun begin to move westward a little bit, Zhao Zhao began to feel uneasy.

Did Xianjun forget about him, or left immediately after seeing his recovery.

This recognition made the young man's heart warm up a little and quickly cooled down.

In the evening, the inn clerk knocked on the door and asked tactfully: "Young master, can you continue to renew the room tomorrow? If you continue, this small room will still be reserved for you. If you don't continue, the young one will help you settle the money in advance." .”

Ke Zhaozhao was penniless.

Zhao Zhao hesitated for a while, but still asked, "Where is the fairy who is with me?"

The clerk laughed and said: "The fairy only booked a room for seven days. Last night, he seemed to be in a hurry, so he woke up the little one to open the door, and left in a hurry."

Zhao Zhao's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

Pursing the corners of his mouth, he tried his best to be calm, and said, "I won't continue. I, you... do the math and see how much money you need."

"okay."

The man brought in the hot water and backed away.

Zhaozhao had no money, and was silent for a long time, his eyes once again falling on the tail that had just been bandaged off.

There is really no other way but to pull out some more scales and sell them for money.

But where should we go when we leave the inn?

Nor was he angry.

Because Xianjun has no relatives or reason with him, it is the utmost benevolence to rescue him from the cave and help him heal his injuries.What else could he hope for?

It was because he was not strong himself, and was too clingy, but within five or six days, he became dependent on a stranger he had never met before.

It's not the first time I've been discarded, so there's nothing to be sad about.

Zhao Zhao looked around and found that he had no luggage to pack.

Then he got up and got out of bed, and picked up a pair of scissors from the basket on the desk.

Seven days' rent requires at least seven scales.

It has to be in good color.

Zhao Zhao rolled up his robe, touched his legs, gritted his teeth, and transformed into a monster again.