Cultivate the ruthless way for him

Apart from going to Uncle Wang's house for dinner every day, Zhaozhao would sit in the courtyard and carve runes.

Sometimes he would follow Wang Xiaohu and others to hunt wild game in the mountains, not because of greed, but because he wanted to try his luck and see if he could meet Master.

It's a pity that I went several times, but no trace of Master was found.

Wang Xiaohu comforted: "Shenxian Wu is a fairy, and he naturally appears and disappears. How can we find it easily. Well, don't be sad, go to my house to eat roast venison tonight. My mother newly brewed sweet-scented osmanthus wine."

Zhao Zhao didn't want to have barbecue with Uncle Wang's family at all.

Zhao Zhao just wanted to see Master as soon as possible.

The Puppet Immortal possesses immortal power, so it is not easy to engrave the rune on it. Zhaozhao often spends a whole day to barely engrave one.

Not even scrappy.

After the first seven days, Zhao Zhao carved a total of three complete golden runes on the villain's back.

On the eighth day, I got up early before dawn, put on new clothes, and ran to the entrance of the village to wait for Master to come back.Waiting, waiting, waiting until the sun went down, the monk in Xuanyi appeared on the remote mountain road wearing a bamboo hat and carrying a sword.

Langlang is like jade, not like a man in the world.

Zhao Zhao took the glazed lantern and took Master's hand to go home.

The monk brought many gifts to the young man, including delicious fruit snacks and some fun little things.

Zhao Zhao fondly played with a white porcelain doll, and asked, "Didn't Master go to practice in the mountains? How could there be these things?"

The monk smiled and said, "Master specially went to the town to buy it for you."

"When will Master take me to the town together? I haven't been out of the village for a long time."

The monk was silent, and said: "When the master recovers from his injuries, I will take you there."

I haven't seen him for seven days, the house is as clean as new inside and out, and there is not even a single weed in the yard, which shows that the little guy is looking after the house with his heart.

Zhao Zhao also learned to cook vegetable soup.

Because sometimes he missed Master too much, and he didn't want to eat at Wang Xiaohu's house.

Wu Qiuyu also noticed that during the time he was not at home, the little guy was visibly haggard and thinner, and his clothes became looser.There was a slight pain in his heart, and he thought, he must solve that difficult matter as soon as possible.

At night, the monk sat behind the desk with a lamp on and began to write letters.

Zhaozhao had already taken a nap, and woke up in a daze in the middle of the night. Seeing that Master was still writing, he yawned, crawled out of bed with his shoes on, and asked, "What is Master doing? Let me help Master write together."

The young man was lying on his desk, wearing only his nightgown, his black eyes were as bright as stars, and his black hair was tucked obediently around his waist.

Wu Qiuyu paused her pen, took her own cloak, wrapped it around the young man, and said, "Some things between adults, it's okay, I'll finish writing soon."

Zhaozhao's body is warm, and he counts the envelopes boredly.

Neatly stacked together, a total of eleven.

Zhaozhao found it strange that Master had no relatives or friends here, so why did he write so many letters all at once.And the same inscription was written on the envelopes: Casual cultivator Wu Qiuyu worships you.

When it was almost dawn, the monk finally stopped writing.

And the little guy on the side of the case, already curled up in the cloak like a cat, fell asleep on the case.

The first snow fell in winter, the cold wind howled, and the door was sealed by heavy snow. Wu Qiuyu entered the mountain for the second time to practice.

Wearing a thick cloak, Zhao Zhao stood at the gate of the fence, watching Master go far away, holding in his arms the small hand stove that Master had newly made for him.

Until the black color completely disappeared into the depths of the white mountain road, Zhao Zhaofang lowered his eyelashes and went back to the house in a depressed mood.

The breath of Master still lingers in the room. The pens Master has held, the papers he has used, and the quilts he has laid on, all exude a faint, cold, familiar breath that belongs to Master without exception.

Zhao Zhao sat on the bed with her knees tucked in for a while, then took out the little puppet from the drawer, and carved the runes.The young man carved each stroke carefully, and when the carving was finished, a little water mist fell onto the rune with a patter.

The rune, which was only one stroke away, disappeared immediately, like a cloud of smoke.

Zhao Zhao wiped his eyes and continued to engrave.

Repeatedly, a whole day passed, but no one was carved.

Outside the window, the north wind was still howling.Knowing that Zhaozhao was alone at home, the villagers specially sent a lot of charcoal fire and food over.

Zhaozhao was indeed a little hungry, so he got out of bed with his shoes on, went to the kitchen to cook a pot of vegetable soup, sat on the table where he usually ate with Master, and ate slowly.

It's New Year's Eve in a blink of an eye.

Every household was setting off firecrackers, and there was only one small figure standing at the entrance of the village waiting for Master.

However, this time, the boy did not wait for the figure of the monk.

Master clearly promised that he would come back to spend the New Year with him.

Zhao Zhao didn't want to go home, so she sat at the entrance of the village all night, and the next day she developed a high fever from the cold, and was taken back by Wang Er and his wife who rushed over.

In a coma, the young man kept calling for Master.

Second Aunt Wang was crying while watching, and urged Wang Er: "Can't you go to the mountains to help find it. There are only a few mountains in total, and people can fly with wings. This is the same for Wu Immortal. , how can you bear to leave Xiao Zhaozhao alone at home?"

Wang Er sighed, handed his wife to the back room, and whispered: "This Immortal Wu is probably not in the mountains."

Second Aunt Wang was startled: "What do you mean?"

Wang Erdao: "I also discovered this by accident. Didn't I go to sell carbon in the city last month, and happened to see Wu Shenxian leading a horse out of town and heading north."

Second Aunt Wang thought about her husband's words: "You mean, this Immortal Wu has something to hide from Xiao Zhaozhao, and she doesn't want him to know?"

Wang Er shook his head: "How would I know that?"

For a big man like Wu Shenxian, everything he does is to exorcise demons, protect the way, and save the common people. How could their little countrymen be able to guess.

"In short, you must not mention the matter of looking for someone in front of that child. It will only make the child sad."

Zhao Zhao had a fever for three consecutive days, but her body temperature did not go down.

The dream was muddled, and it was all the scene of the master not wanting himself and abandoning himself, so the young man became even more ill.

"Don't be afraid, the master is here."

One day, when he was drowsy and sinking into a nightmare and couldn't extricate himself, a hand with slender knuckles and as cold as jade suddenly covered his forehead, and whispered something softly in his ear.

Zhaozhao suddenly opened his eyes, and sure enough, he saw a black figure, wearing a silver mask, sitting by the bed, looking down at himself.

"Master."

The boy thought he was dreaming, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and he was out of breath from crying.

Then he lost strength and passed out.

The monk's heart ached like a twist, and the corners of his eyes were oozing water.

After waking up the next day, it was confirmed that Master had really returned, and Zhao Zhao's repeated high fever had miraculously subsided.

Wu Qiuyu said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Master came back late."

The young man with dark eyes like stars put his face on the master's broad palm, and said: "I have had many nightmares, dreaming that the master abandoned me, took in other disciples, went to a very powerful fairy gate, and forgot about me, Don't want me either."

"I'm not afraid, though."

The young man suddenly raised his eyes, and said in a paranoid and relaxed tone: "If the master doesn't come back, I will go with the master. I will stay with the master if I go to the poor and fall to the underworld, and will never be separated."

Up to the poor and down to the underworld.

Wu Qiuyu's heart trembled.

He said in a hoarse voice, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

It turned out that he had already developed such a deep bond with this little thing before he knew it.

They have been integrated into each other's life and blood, and they are inseparable.

"I didn't say anything stupid. Hey," the young man suddenly realized something: "Why didn't Master take off the silver face?"

Wu Qiuyu said: "Master suffered some injuries on his face, I'm afraid it will scare you."

"I'm not afraid."

"It's Master who doesn't want you to see Master's ugly appearance."

Zhao Zhao made a grimace, and snorted, "Master is really too smug."

But it doesn't matter, even if the master doesn't take off the mask, he can still outline the appearance of the master with his eyes closed.

"Cough cough."

The boy suddenly coughed twice violently.

Wu Qiuyu vaguely realized that the little guy was so seriously ill this time, it might not be as simple as frostbite.

Zhaozhao shrank back under the blanket with some guilt, and said, "I just caught a cold, it's fine, Master, don't worry."

These words are simply trying to cover up.

But Wu Qiuyu didn't expose it, and just observed quietly in the dark.

Soon, he noticed something strange, for example, the little guy hid quietly in the bathroom every night, didn't come out for most of the hour, and even changed his clothes behind his back, not letting him see.

One night, Wu Qiuyu took advantage of Zhaozhao's deep sleep and quietly opened the boy's back clothes.

When he saw the ugly, ravine-like scar on the young man's skin, the monk's expression froze, and the blood on his face faded away.

He sat in front of the bed for a long time, and slowly rolled up a part of his sleeve.

There was also a jet-black scratch on it, and a black mysterious rune could be vaguely seen on the cross-section of the wound.They are like poisonous weeds, eroding and spreading.

No wonder this little guy could accurately describe the characteristics of the magic dragon when he met Wang Er for the first time.

Was it because of this?

When the bodies of the missing villagers were found before, to be on the safe side, he first used celestial power to expel the evil energy from their bodies, and then put them on a uniform exorcism talisman and soul-suppressing talisman, and placed them in the village chief's house until July 49. Days later, after confirming that there are no signs of demonization, they will be buried in a unified manner.

In the Immortal Clan, there is an agreement commonly known as cognition.

Anyone who has been exposed to monsters, whether you are the leader of the fairy sect or a trafficker, is unclean.

This little guy was afraid that he would treat him like he treated those villagers.

I don't even think about how he could bear it.

If someone has to go to hell in this world, it shouldn't be an innocent child.

The monk lowered his eyes, looked at the scar on his arm, a cold light flashed in his hand, and there was an extra dagger.

Zhaozhao was startled awake by the cold light from the dagger.

Realizing that he was lying on the pillow, his back was icy cold, and vaguely aware of something, he said in surprise: "Master..."

"do not be afraid."

The monk's voice was gentle and calm.

"Master will help you heal your wounds."

Zhao Zhao was taken aback.

Hearing the monk continue: "I have checked your wound, and the devilish energy has eroded into the bone, so the master needs to pull out that piece of devil's bone, and then use secret techniques to completely seal the remaining devilish energy in the magic circle."