Cultivate the ruthless way for him

Don't pull it out!

Across the memory boundary membrane, Zhang Yuan collapsed and shouted.

However, the past time has been settled and cannot be changed.

Inside the guest house, a lamp is like a bean. The young man is holding scissors, looking at the tip of the tail that has just grown new meat, his fingers are trembling, and he dare not stab it after several attempts.

But if you don't pull out the scales, you can't pay the rent.

The boy took a deep breath, finally clenched his teeth, and stabbed the scissors into the root of a very bright scale.A large amount of blood immediately smeared out.

The young man trembled from the pain, his eyes were red, sweat dripped from his forehead, he gasped, he held the edge of the scales with his fingers, and plucked out a large scale.

Blood flowed profusely from the fracture.

Immediately afterwards, the second piece and the third piece were gouged out.

On the tip of the juvenile's tail, the flesh was mutilated and covered with blood.

But his best scales are all on the tip of the tail, and the scales in other places are not as good as there.

The bedding on the bed was also stained with blood, and Zhao Zhao was in so much pain that he was sweating all over his body, his eyes turned black, and he could barely hold the scissors.But there are still three scales missing, and it must be assembled in one go.

As soon as the scene changed, it was early the next morning.

Holding a small bundle, Zhao Zhao came to the door of a Zhenbao Pavilion, got a number, and obediently lined up outside.

"Little guy, it's your turn."

I don't know how long I waited, but a guy came out and called the number.

Zhao Zhao walked to the counter, put the bundle on the counter, opened it, revealing the neatly stacked fresh scales inside.

The scales are bright in color, and the soft skin is still attached to the roots, obviously they have just been pulled out.

Fresh scales like this are the most valuable.

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up, and he immediately ordered the waiter: "Bring him seven spirit stones."

Zhaozhao asked anxiously, "Can we only sell seven pieces?"

The shopkeeper smiled: "One piece of scale and one spirit stone is already the highest price. If you don't believe me, you can go to the city to inquire about it. How about it? Seeing how young you are, it's pitiful. I'll give you another one, eight spirit stones." stone."

"Can't you add a little more?"

"I really can't. To be honest, the most indispensable thing in Sichuan is the demon. Small demon scales like yours are not a rare thing. Those big merchants send them to the store in bags and boxes. I'm just trying to keep it fresh, and I'll take you a few slices here and there, and exchange it to another place, but I may not necessarily give you this price."

Eight spirit stones, all paid for the room fee, there is not one left.

Zhao Zhao rubbed his deflated stomach, and said, "Okay."

As soon as the young man left, the shopkeeper changed his previous scornful expression, put away the seven scales carefully and carefully, smiled brightly, and told the staff: "Put it on the treasure shelf on the top floor, this is a rare blue scale." Qilin scales are priceless. God of Wealth opened his eyes today, so I can make a fortune."

Zhaozhao returned to the inn, paid the bill at the cabinet, and left the inn door with his only small baggage.

It was breakfast time, and there was steam rising from the food sheds on both sides of the street, all of which were delicious breakfasts.

Zhaozhao had no money on him and didn't know where he should go. By noon, he was so hungry that he couldn't stand it. Hearing from a beggar in the alley that a good man had set up a porridge shed in the south of the city to give away porridge, he went to grab a bowl of porridge.

At night, Zhao Zhao also sleeps under a stone bridge with the beggars.

The two little beggars asked: "Hey, where did you come from? Do you know that this is the boss's territory, so you can't sleep casually."

Of course Zhao Zhao didn't know.

Zhaozhao followed them, only because he felt that he was the same as these beggars, without parents, relatives, or home, and when he was with them, Zhaozhao felt that he had found the same kind.

It won't look special and out of place.

Zhao Zhao asked, "How can I sleep here?"

The little beggars answered him enthusiastically: "Go to the boss, pay three spirit stones, and join the beggar's membership. Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't have any money with you. You can owe it first, and when you get the money, make it up as soon as possible." That’s right. By the way, according to the rules of our Azure Dragon Gang, in the first month of membership, all the money you ask for must be handed over.”

The so-called boss is a wild bear spirit.

So on the second day, Zhao Zhao followed three young beggars of the same age, and was assigned to a street to beg for money with a special begging bowl.

On the first day, only a few copper coins were discussed.

Zhao Zhao bought two meat buns, finally had the first mouthful of hot rice, solemnly sacrificed to his five viscera gods, and handed over the rest to Wild Bear Spirit.

Biting the meat bun, Zhao Zhao suddenly felt that this was not bad.

Wandering around with the little beggars can be regarded as having a home.

He has no desire for money, he just needs a place to stay and sleep.

When the injury on his tail healed completely and he was able to walk a long distance, he would plan on the future.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

On the fourth day, as usual, Zhaozhao followed the little beggars to the designated spot, put down the bowl, and took a nap against the wall.

A whole morning passed without a single copper plate being discussed.

At noon, my stomach started growling again.

Zhaozhao touched his bosom, wanting to see if the two copper coins left over from selling buns yesterday morning were still there, when the sunlight suddenly dimmed in front of him, and then, a long shadow came down.

Zhao Zhao thought it was another yamen servant who came to drive him away, and was about to move, when he looked up, he froze for a moment.

People come and go on the street.

A tall figure in a black robe, with a bamboo hat on his head and a sword in his hand, was standing against the light, looking down at him.

"sorry."

The man's eyes trembled, he squatted down slowly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I shouldn't have been away for so long."

Zhao Zhao stared blankly at the person in front of him, he didn't cry when he gritted his teeth and pulled out the scales, he slept on the bridge with the little beggars for the past few days, he didn't cry when he was begging everywhere, but at this moment, his eyes suddenly turned red, and tears welled up.

Wu Qiuyu reached out, stroked the top of the boy's hair, and said, "Come back with me, okay?"

Zhao Zhao choked and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go to the inn first and heal your injury."

The young monk felt deeply remorseful.

He hurried back to the inn, and when he learned that Zhao Zhao had settled the rent, he knew he had made a reckless decision.Feel bad at the same time.

He knew that Zhao Zhao had no money on him.In the seven-day room, there are a total of eight spirit stones. Where did the boy get them.

When he heard the inn clerk say that when he was cleaning the guest room, he found a lot of blood on the bed, he had a terrible guess in his mind.

Zhao Zhao calmed down, but shook her head.

"Thank you Xianjun for your kindness, but...no need."

Wu Qiuyu was taken aback.

"Are you still blaming me?"

Zhaozhao shook his head again, his black eyes looked at the kind-hearted monk in front of him seriously, and said: "I have already caused a lot of trouble for the fairy, so I can't trouble the fairy anymore."

"I'm fine now and can take care of myself."

This is of course a scene.

Zhaozhao refused, because Zhaozhao knew that even if he went back to the inn with the monk, healed his injuries, and lived another five or six days or even longer, it would be temporary.

They are strangers who have nothing to do with each other, and they will be separated sooner or later.

Instead of adding many unrealistic attachments and reluctance, it is better to cut them off from the beginning.

He has a good ability to adapt. These days, he is used to wandering around with little beggars.When he grows up, maybe he will go to other places and do other things.

But that's for another day.

He has no relatives, no friends, no home, and he is doomed to spend his whole life alone in the future.

If he had a slightly better background, he would still have the path of apprenticeship.

But he was born in the most notorious monster clan in central Sichuan, and no fairy sect would accept him as a disciple.

"Xian Jun must have important things to do when he comes to Sichuan, right?"

"Don't worry about me. After Xianjun finishes his work, go home early."

When the word family was mentioned, the boy's eyes turned red again.

Wu Qiuyu was keenly aware of something, and after a moment of silence, she smiled and said, "I, like you, have no home or relatives."

Zhao Zhao was taken aback.

"Is there no home for Xianjun?"

"Yes."

The monk's eyes were as gentle as water, staring at the little guy who was as dirty as a tabby cat in front of him: "If you don't dislike it, let's make a companion in the future, how about we live together?"

The tears in Zhao Zhao's eyes fell down again.

The monk stretched out his finger and wiped it off for the young man.

Ask: "Why, you don't want to?"

The boy said with a nasal voice: "But we don't know each other."

If you don't know each other, you will have no emotional ties, and no responsibility and obligation to take care of him.

Xianjun is kind for the moment now, if he encounters other urgent matters in the future, he might be thrown away as in the past few days.

Like the patriarch and lady.

After having a brother, I can't care about him anymore.

Wu Qiuyu said: "But we have known each other now."

"It doesn't count. It's not that kind of acquaintance."

"Then what kind of understanding does Zhao Zhao want?"

The monk thought for a while, then suddenly said, "How about I accept you as an apprentice?"

"Master and apprentice, is it okay?"

Of course Zhaozhao was happy, his mind was spinning, and he asked tentatively, "Really?"

"But you can also see that I am a little monster, not a disciple of the fairy clan."

"I know." The monk said calmly, "In my eyes, there is only right and wrong, good and evil, and there is no difference between fairy and ghost. If a monster does good things, it is a good monster, and if a fairy does evil things, it should still be severely punished. It is really the most unreasonable law in the Three Realms to distinguish between high and low by birth."

Zhao Zhao had never heard such remarks.

His eyes were rare, like looking at a diluted object, looking at the god-like fairy in front of him.

Wu Qiuyu smiled: "Is this a promise?"

Zhao Zhao bit her lower lip, but still shook her head.

Wu Qiuyu was surprised.

"You don't want to worship me as a teacher? If that's the case, we can think of other ways."

"no."

Zhaozhao said sullenly: "The Immortal Monarch is so powerful, he will definitely take in many apprentices in the future. I have a poor background and poor aptitude. In the future, I will definitely be disgusted by others."

Although Xianjun doesn't have a home yet, with Xianjun's ability, there will definitely be many fairy schools to recruit him in the future.

How could those immortal sects allow him, a little demon, to enter the gate?

I was worried about this.

Wu Qiuyu smiled and said: "I promise you, I will only accept you as one apprentice in this life, and will never accept another disciple, okay?"

The boy looked up with red eyes.

"Who is Xianjun really?"

"It's hard to chase after a single word."

"Then let's pull the hook, whoever repents is a puppy."

"it is good."

Two fingers, one long and one thin, slowly hooked together.

After pulling the hook, Zhao Zhao stretched out his arms and said, "Master, give me a hug."