Cultivate the ruthless way for him

Hearing that he was about to cut out a bone, the boy turned pale with fright.

But when I thought about it, the master didn't dislike him because he was hurt by the dragon, and he was willing to work hard to heal his wounds, and he felt very happy.

God knows how guilty and frightened he was when the old injury first broke out.

If it weren't for this injury and the tragic experience in the cave, he would not have been disheartened and ran back to Sichuan from Qilin Palace all the way.

Zhao Zhaoxue asked with a pale face, "Can tearing out the devil's bone really cure it?"

"of course."

The monk answered firmly.

This is of course not a one-and-done solution.In fact, the little guy has missed the best healing time.

People who have been eroded by monsters, no matter they are ordinary people or disciples of the immortal race, must immediately force the demonic energy out of their bodies, leaving nothing behind, so that they can regain their innocence.As long as there is a strand left in the body, it is like a time bomb buried, and there is a danger of backlash at any time.

The little guy obviously had this injury before he came to Guanyin Village, or even earlier.

It is impossible to completely eradicate it, the best way is to seal the magic energy with a forbidden technique.

This little guy will stay in the village in the future, and will not contact outsiders and people from the fairy sect, and this matter will not be leaked.

Seeing the young man clutching the corner of the quilt nervously with his fingers, Wu Qiuyu said: "Don't be afraid, Master has an elixir for pain relief here, just take it and sleep for a while and you'll be fine."

After speaking, he took out a snow white pill from his sleeve.

Zhao Zhao obediently drank the water, and sure enough, she soon fell into a drowsy sleep.

Wu Qiuyu brought a candlestick, put it on the head of the bed, and began to treat the wound for the little apprentice.It's okay to cut out the bone, but it's not easy to activate the forbidden technique, and it takes a lot of immortal power.

In this way, the demonic energy in his body will definitely break through the suppression of the inner palace's immortal essence and explode again.

However, I can't care too much.

He has advanced cultivation and still has enough strength to deal with it. If the injury on this little guy's back is not repaired in time, something serious may happen.

Thinking of this, Wu Qiuyu was thankful that she came back in time and found out about it the first time.

Pulling out the devil's bone, he raised his hand, condensed the immortal essence of the inner palace into his palm, formed a dense array, and planted it into the injured part of the young man's back.Accompanied by the withdrawal of the immortal energy from the inner palace, the deep scar on his arm gave off strange strands of black energy again.

……

When Zhao Zhao woke up again, it was already three days later.

As expected, there was no bone-eroding pain from the magic energy in the back, and it was replaced by another slight tingling pain.Zhao Zhao knew that it was probably the master's elixir that was working.

A few days later, Zhao Zhao was able to get out of bed and walk normally.

After searching around, but not seeing Master, Zhao Zhao pushed open the door and ran into the yard, and sure enough, he saw a black figure sitting under the vine trellis in the yard, holding a carving knife, concentrating on carving with runes.

Zhao Zhao recognized that it was the fairy puppet that Master gave him.

Then he sat down on the small bamboo stool with his chin in his hands, and stared at the monk.The master's skills are profound, and in just one morning, he has already carved a complete section of golden runes on the villain's back.

It is in stark contrast to the crooked runes on the top two lines.

Zhao Zhao tilted his head and asked, "When will the puppet fairy become a real fairy?"

The monk tilted his head, his brows were like distant mountains, and there was a smile in his eyes: "When the fate comes, it will naturally come true. When the time comes, he will be able to accompany you instead of the master."

Zhao Zhao snorted, "I don't want him, I only want Master."

Winter goes to spring, everything thaws out, and Guanyin Village comes back to life.

The injury on her arm couldn't be dragged on anymore, Wu Qiuyu knew that it was time for her to go into the mountains again.

One is to heal the wounds, and the other is to... completely kill the monsters.

That's right, the villagers all thought that the monster had been eliminated, but that day, that cunning monster cut off its tail to survive at a critical moment, and fled away under the almost impossible situation of escaping.

At this time, it's time to recover soon.

It will never be willing to hide in the dark all the time, it will definitely come out again to harm people.

He must kill it before then, so as not to suffer any future troubles.

Wu Qiuyu was afraid that Zhaozhao would be bored at home by herself, so she specially bought a group of ducklings and a few lambs, and put them in the yard for Zhaozhao to raise and play.

This attracted many other children from the village.

Wang Xiaohu came over the wall every now and then, and together with Zhaozhao, he fed the ducklings.

Wu Qiuyu's practice time has also been shortened, and she no longer stays away for six or seven days. Most of the time, she goes out in the morning and comes back in the evening, sometimes with a gap of one or two days.

Zhao Zhao once again lived a happy life accompanied by Master every day.

One day, Master went into the mountain early in the morning, and Zhao Zhao was bathing the ducklings in the yard, when there was a knock on the door outside.

Thinking it was a villager, Zhao Zhao wiped his hands and ran to open the door.

"Excuse me, is this the home of Brother Wu Qiuyu and Wu?"

The visitor was a gentle young man, dressed in brocade robes, who was out of place in this poor mountain village.

Zhao Zhao asked vigilantly, "Who are you?"

The visitor presented a letter and said with a smile: "Young master, don't panic, I am from the Immortal Gate of Sichuan. Cultivator Wu wrote a letter to our Patriarch before, and I am here to deliver the letter for our Patriarch."

I know all about writing letters.

That night, Master wrote about a dozen letters.

It was originally written to the Immortal Gate in Shuzhong.

Zhao Zhao said: "My master is not at home, please give me the letter."

"That would be great, please pass it on to Brother Wu."

Zhaozhao took the letter, flipped through it, and saw that the envelope was inscribed as "Brother Xue Yuan worships you", it was someone he didn't know, and he put it on the case, waiting for the master to come back and read it.

At the same time, I was confused as to when Master had a brother named Xue.

When Wu Qiuyu came back at night and saw the letter, she rarely showed joy on her brow.

Sitting on the side of the desk, Zhaozhao asked, "Master is so happy, is there any happy event?"

Wu Qiuyu nodded and said with a smile: "It's really a happy event. When this matter is over, Master will be able to accompany you well."

Zhao Zhao's eyes lit up.

This is the first time that Master has solemnly given him such a promise.

"May I read this letter too?"

Zhao Zhao was very curious about this letter that brought her good luck.

But Wu Qiuyu folded the letter paper, put it back in the envelope and put it away, saying: "Grind it for Master, okay?"

Zhao Zhao nodded, then obediently picked up the tools and went to work.

Master didn't want him to read it, so he just didn't want to read it.Left and right, he didn't care what was written in the letter.

This writing, it's late at night again.

Xue Yuanjing's letter was only one page, but Master's reply was a full three pages, presumably they were all answering the other party's questions.

After writing the letter, Wu Qiuyu immediately went out to post the letter.

This time Zhaozhao is not in a hurry at all, humming a song, jumping up and down to the yard to bathe the remaining ducklings, because he knows that Master will be able to go home and be with him soon after he is done with the "big things".

He should have thought earlier that Master always ran to the mountains because he had important things to do.

Had he known this, he would have been more obedient and obedient, and would not have caused trouble for the master. For example, last time, he wanted to secretly follow the master into the mountains behind his back, but when he left the village, the master found out and scolded him. pause.

He came back and cried aggrievedly for a long time.

Fortunately, the master coaxed him well the next day, and he was relieved.

It was probably because of important matters that Master had to go out for a long time this time.

Half a month later, on a rainy night, Zhao Zhao was sleeping when she suddenly heard movement outside the door.

Zhaozhao crawled out of bed, lit a candle, walked to the door with his shoes on, the door opened from the outside, and a black-clothed cultivator in coir raincoat stood at the door with wet and cold clothes all over his body.

"Master!"

Zhao Zhao cried out in surprise, rushed forward, and hugged the monk's waist.

The dripping rain soaked the young man's bedclothes, but the young man didn't care.

The monk's face was pale, and he stood there in a daze, without moving for a long time.

"Master?"

Zhao Zhao felt a little strange, raised his head, and looked suspiciously at the monk who was as silent as a jade carving.

After a while, the monk stretched out a pale hand, touched the top of the young man's hair, lowered his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and said in a low voice, "Master is back...to see you."

There are tears in the eyes.

Zhao Zhao didn't notice, Zhao Zhao was filled with the joy of meeting Master.

Wu Qiuyu entered the room, took off the coir raincoat and cloak, sat down behind the case, and waved: "Come here, let Master have a look."

Zhaozhao immediately leaned over, sat next to Master, and counted on his fingers: "I'm fine, I feed the ducklings and lambs on time every day, and I also learned how to cook fish soup and make rice wine from Second Aunt Wang, yes Yes, I also went to the river with Wang Xiaohu and caught a lot of fish, and I kept them in the water tank. I just miss Master."

"Master, have you finished your work?"

The monk looked at the boy's bright expectant eyes under the candlelight, and his hands hidden in his sleeves, trembling slightly. After a while, he nodded slowly, and said with a warm smile, "Hurry up."

Zhaozhao jumped up in his heart: "Great, the third day of next month is my birthday, can Master celebrate my birthday with me?"

"of course."

"Then master, can you cook me all kinds of delicious fish like last time?"

Under the silver face, the monk's eye sockets were slightly wet.

Looking at the cute face of the young Yuxue, he couldn't help but want to reach out and touch the little guy's hair again, but he realized that something was raging deep in his blood, so he finally held back.

"Okay, Master promises you that on the third day of next month, I will definitely come back to celebrate your birthday with you."

Zhao Zhao was so happy that she hardly fell asleep all night.

The boy would never have thought that this was the last time he and his master would meet in this hut.

Before dawn the next day, Wu Qiuyu went to visit Wang Er and his wife next door.

Hearing the intention of the monk, the couple were surprised: "Shenxian Wu wants us to take care of Zhaozhao? Of course it's no problem. Shenxian Wu has a great kindness to us. In the future, as long as our husband and wife have a sigh of relief, we will never let Zhaozhao go hungry. Frozen, but, where are you going, are you never coming back?"

The monk said: "I'm just afraid I won't be able to make it in time, so I'll discuss it with you first."

After finishing speaking, the monk took out a spiritual pouch from his bosom, and said: "This is all my savings, it should be enough for the little guy's food and living expenses, please help me take care of him for a while. After that, I will entrust another friend, Take him to live in the East China Sea."

The couple naturally refused to accept it.

The monk said: "You are also having a hard time, I feel at ease if you accept it."

"Also, don't tell him about this matter yet."

"After his birthday next month, I will tell him personally."

After explaining, Wu Qiuyu bid farewell to Wang Er and his wife, and left the village in the rain.

It has been raining intermittently for more than ten days, and it still doesn't stop.

Zhao Zhao drove the ducklings and lambs into the straw shed to prevent them from getting gonorrhea, and borrowed steamed buns and fish food from Wang Xiaohu to feed the fish in the fish tank regularly.

They can't starve to death before Master comes back.

A few days before the third day of April, Zhao Zhao started to clean the house and tidy up the yard, waiting for Master to come back.

There are many beautiful small wild flowers growing beside the fence gate, Zhao Zhao also picked a bunch, put it in a bottle, and soaked it in water.

On the night before the third day of April, Zhao Zhao was awakened by a thunderstorm in his sleep.

The sky roared, and the window lattices were reflected white by snow and lightning. The spring rain that had lingered for half a month turned into a heavy rain without warning.

The old injury on Zhaozhao's back shoulder blade also seemed to be awakened by some mysterious force, and the pain began to swell, at first it was just a dull pain, and then it was a heart-piercing pain.

It was as if there was a knife that split the shoulder blade alive.

Zhaozhao was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat. He gritted his teeth until dawn, but he still didn't recover. He got up and took a look at his clothes. He saw a black gash on his back again, and black air was bubbling from the edge.

It's the magic energy coming out again.

Zhaozhao panicked, forced himself to calm down, took out the bottle of exorcism pill that had not been used for a long time from his spiritual pouch, and sprinkled it on the wound.

Rumbling, another thunder rolls past.

It was already midnight, but the sky was still dark, with no light at all.

After a while, the thick black faded, and turned into heavy gray again, and the dark clouds quickly gathered from all directions, and piled up on the valley.

The torrential rain poured down from the nine heavens like a flood from a sluice.

A long and ferocious howl suddenly pierced through the clouds, passed through the sky, and resounded clearly over the village.

"Monster! The monster is coming!"

"Run, run!"

The terrified shouts of the villagers came one after another, and penetrated into the house through the rain curtain.

Zhaozhao was startled, got out of bed with support, took a look outside the door with his shoes on, and saw a huge dragon hovering in the dark sky.

The magic dragon howled wantonly, with a pair of blood-red eyes scanning the small village fiercely.

The mountain road was full of villagers running around in a panic. Some villagers were constantly scratched by the claws of the magic dragon and fell to the ground. Blood mixed with rainwater flowed all over the ground.

The quiet and peaceful village, like a paradise, was instantly reduced to a hellish Shura field.

At this moment, a bright sword light suddenly pierced through the barrier of wind, rain and thunder, and accompanied by Qingyue's long roar, pierced through the clouds and fog, and stabbed towards the magic dragon.The dragon's body was cut in half, but in the blink of an eye, it came together again.

Master.

Zhaozhao thought of something, and quickly ran to the entrance of the village.

Dragging its huge body, the magic dragon shuttled between the rapidly tumbling clouds, sending out a roar that shook the world.Countless desperate whines, cries, and prayers echoed in the secluded valley, and were soon swallowed by the rain.

"Uncle Wang, have you seen my master?"

"Uncle Liu, where is my master?"

Where is the master?

The young man stumbled, ran and searched in the rain, and every time he met someone, he grabbed the corner of the other person's clothes and asked with red eyes.

But no one could answer him.

The sky was completely covered by dark clouds, the torrential rain was pouring down, and it was wild everywhere, "Aw—", accompanied by the roar of thunder and lightning, a mournful and angry roar sounded in the air again.

The dragon's entire tail was cut off, and it became angry from embarrassment. It dragged its crazy and tumbling magic energy, and rushed towards one place.Zhao Zhao raised his head, and saw a person standing among the hovering dragon body.

His face was as cold as jade, he was dressed in black clothes, and he held a black jade sword in his hand.

"Master!"

The boy's complexion changed and he shouted loudly.

However, the torrential rain swallowed up all sounds.

The magic dragon swooped down, hunting the churning magic energy, instantly engulfing the blackness like a candle in the wind and a solitary lamp on the river.

The world was completely plunged into boundless darkness.

A black figure slowly fell from the darkness.

"Master!"

Zhao Zhao immediately ran over with red eyes.

The silver surface of the monk's face was shattered, revealing a handsome face like cold jade.

He raised his hand, wiped away the tears on the young man's face, and said, "Don't cry."

Zhao Zhao was already out of breath from crying.

The monk took something out of his arms and put it in the young man's palm, his gaze was gentle: "This scale is a birthday present from Master. You...wear it on your body."

Zhao Zhao threw it away: "I don't want it, I don't want a birthday gift, I just want Master."

The spring rain is falling.

Moisture flowed from the corner of the monk's eyes, and he looked at the young man with reluctance and nostalgia, this little guy who was rescued by him halfway, followed him through wind and rain, walked so many roads, and stayed with him for so long.

The little guy is so clingy, how will he survive without him.

He was not reconciled, and he couldn't bear to leave.

Zhaozhao cried, dragged the monk up, and said, "I'll take Master home."

The monk didn't move, stretched out his pale fingers, picked up the scales that had fallen on the side of the mud, used the remaining immortal power to melt a red string, threaded the scales, and put them around the young man's neck.

"Sorry, master missed the appointment."

"Master, I have something very important to do and I have to go."

The boy froze for a moment, he was still young and didn't know what "going" meant.The boy's eyes were red, tears kept falling, and he asked aggrievedly, "Where is Master going?"

"A place... far away."

"Then if I miss Master, how can I find Master?"

The monk looked tenderly at the silver scales that had been hung on the neck of the young man.

"The name of this object is 'Zhaozhu', which is transformed by the spiritual breath of the master. As long as the 'Zhaozhu' is not extinguished, the soul of the master will exist in a corner of the three worlds, silently guarding you. After another 300 years, After the master's merits and virtues are completed, he can be reincarnated and reincarnated as a human being. At that time, you should also grow up."

"At that time, you should grow up too."

At that time, you should grow up too.

In the middle of the night, Xiaolong, who was sleeping soundly in Prince Ming's Mansion, woke up with such a sentence inexplicably in his mind.

Yunzhu was a light sleeper, and got up quickly when she heard the movement.

I saw the little master lying on the bed, with tears on his face and a confused expression.

"What's wrong, Your Highness?"

Tomorrow is the day of engagement, His Highness and King Ming had a banquet for a whole day, they were obviously very happy, why are they crying.

Zhao Zhao shook his head and said, "I had a strange dream and heard a strange voice."