Cultivate the ruthless way for him

The news that Zhang Yuan, the god of war, rejected the letters of recommendation from five clans and twelve aristocratic families, and accepted a little demon from a humble background as his apprentice, quickly spread throughout the fourteen states.

Except for most of the people who were in a state of confusion, the two were most affected.

One is Xuanyuan Feng, the eldest son of the Xuanyuan clan.

Eldest Master Xuanyuan is used to being an ancestor at home, and usually he can be said to be as windy as he is windy, but this time he was defeated by a little demon in the matter of choosing a teacher, not only his face, but also his inner face.

After being close to autistic and shutting himself in the room to calm down for half an hour, Mr. Xuanyuan couldn't calm down anymore, and kicked open the door of his current master, Xiaoyaozi.

Poor Xiaoyaozi was born in a poor family and was able to ascend to the God Realm only by his own hard work. When he sees this big son, he almost wants to kneel down and call him daddy.

Knowing the eldest son's grief, resentment, and frustration, Xiaoyaozi wandered around the sky for a while holding the goat, calm on the surface, but said in a broken heart: "Perhaps, it's really a good match for eyes. My boy, you don't know, that God of War, but They are famous for judging people by their appearance. It is said that in Xuexiao Palace, even the cranes raised must be well-proportioned, with thin waists and long legs, let alone accept apprentices."

"I've seen that little demon as a teacher, and she was indeed very beautiful and delicate. She is still young, and when she grows up in the future, it will be even more serious... Hey, my boy, what's wrong with you?"

Master Xuanyuan rushed out with a sullen face.

I am afraid that if I stay for a moment longer, I will do something to deceive my master and destroy my ancestors.

appearance.

It's appearance again.

Who didn't know that it was the word engraved on his Xuanyuan Feng Nilin.

Why is the majestic god of war so superficial!

The second person to be impacted is Lord Nanshan, the ruler of the [-] states.

Nanshan Jun thought that Zhang Yuan was only provoked by Bihuajun in the Temple of Precepts that day, but he said casually, Nanshan Jun never expected that this person actually asked someone to make a jade plaque.

Once the jade card is issued, unless the disciple makes a big mistake and is expelled from the school, or voluntarily betrays the school, the status of master and apprentice is settled, and there is no possibility of changing it.

"Have you really thought about it?"

Mr. Nanshan rushed to Xuexiao Palace immediately, looking suspiciously at the person on the couch.

Chang Yuan turned the wine cup.

Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows: "It's really strange. Before, I refused to agree to accept apprentices, but you went three times a day, urging me like an old lady. Now that I do what you want, why are you getting up instead?"

Mr. Nanshan sighed: "I don't think it's abnormal. I persuaded you so many times before, but you still refused to let go. Why did you suddenly figure it out now? Could it be that it was really to stop those five clans and twelve aristocratic families?" mouth? But you don’t have to use such an extreme method at all. If you don’t want to accept it, if you don’t accept it, who can do anything to get you. Tell me the truth, is there something hidden in it? Is that little guy a substitute for Mo Yu? I'm afraid that Mo Yu won't wake up, so I keep it in mind."

Zhang Yuan didn't say anything for a while.

After a while, he said lightly: "Why, can't I find some comfort?"

"You—you really are!"

Nanshan Jun was surprised at first, and then he let out a long sigh of relief, showing his old feelings of comfort.

"That's the case, why did you tell me earlier, what's so embarrassing. To be honest, I don't like seeing you running around for Mo Yu all these years. Everything has its definite order, even if Mo Yu is The prince of the Celestial Clan can't escape the fate. You have a guilty conscience, and you want to save your disciples. This is not wrong, but Jun Xian, if you are too persistent in everything, you will easily go crazy. If Mo Yu is really... I'm really worried that you won't be able to bear it. Hold on. The lingering power of the catastrophe curse in your body is still undiminished, and there are still serious trends recently, you should also take care of your body. Now that the little guy is under your door, I can rest assured."

"To be honest, although you don't like to hear it, raising an apprentice is really fun and fulfilling."

Before being kicked out of the gate, Mr. Nanshan chattered.

The hall finally calmed down, Zhang Yuan rubbed his forehead with his fingers, and pressed down the red mark on his forehead that suddenly turned blood red.Can't help but come to mind, that night in the Temple of Discipline, when the young man suddenly grabbed the hem of his clothes, the abnormal reaction on his forehead.

This is the curse of the heavenly demon.

Only the Heavenly Demon Clan can inspire it.

Why did the Tribulation Curse make a slight clank when that little thing approached him.

The situation in the school has also reversed, and the wind direction has changed drastically. Those who were originally reluctant to talk to Zhao Zhao because of the moral assessment, now they all swarm up and surround Zhao Zhao, congratulating Zhao Zhao with envy and jealousy for having the ability to worship under the God of War.

This is far from being summed up by a mere luck.

It's just bad luck.

Zhao Zhao happily enjoyed everyone's flattery and compliments, and felt that this day was simply the happiest and most comfortable day in the past 200 years.

"Zhaozhao, you have entered the sect of the God of War, you will definitely practice swordsmanship with the God of War, right? The God of War's swordsmanship has been cultivated to the Supreme God Realm, and has the power to reach heaven and earth. Can you also teach us some moves?"

Zhaozhao reluctantly said: "It depends on the situation, Master's swordsmanship is too advanced, I may not be able to learn it well."

Immediately, someone offered a flattery: "How is that possible? You must be very talented to be chosen by the God of War. In the future, we will all rely on you to cover us."

"I really envy you, you can actually call God of War Master, if I can also call God of War Master, I'm afraid I can wake up laughing from my dreams."

"I heard that the God of War has a face as cold as jade, which makes people heartbroken. He has the demeanor of a folk white stone. He is a first-class handsome man in the fairy world, but is it true?"

Zhao Zhao nodded proudly.

"Of course it's true."

"My master is ten times more beautiful than Bai Shilang!"

So the disciples wanted to borrow Zhaozhao's jade token again, and wanted to see how the rare jade token in Xuexiao Palace was different from other jade tokens.

Zhao Zhao was reluctant to show them, so he held it up for everyone to see.

After the class, the disciples dispersed one after another and returned to their respective residences. Only Zhaozhao's bedding and belongings were still in the Yujing Hall.

He had to hurry to pay a formal visit to the master and confirm his residence.

So Zhaozhao went to Xuexiao Palace again.

Sanskrit was waiting at the door, saw Zhaozhao coming, and said: "Your Majesty is waiting for the young master, please come with your subordinates, young master."

Fanyin introduced Zhaozhao into the main hall.

Zhang Yuan had just finished taking a bath, and was walking out with his outer robe folded.

Zhaozhao's heart was beating like a drum, her eyes were wide open, she raised her head nervously, her palms were full of sweat.

Although he had already been mentally prepared, Zhao Zhao still couldn't control his breathing when he saw the handsome face with sword eyebrows and starry eyes like a jade carving that had appeared in dreams countless times.

Then the eyes slowly turned red.

"Master!"

The young man ran over directly, and hugged the young emperor's waist from behind, whimpering and sobbing.

Sanskrit on one side was taken aback.

I thought, this little boy is quite fierce.

How dare you just pounce on him and hug you.

Even when His Royal Highness Mo Yu was awake, he would not dare to do such an overstepping act.

Zhang Yuan really frowned slightly.

One is because I am not used to such close physical contact with people.

The second reason is...he could clearly feel that the little thing's snot and tears were permeating his robe at an alarming speed.

His new robes.

As a cleanliness emperor, this was unbearable for him.

"let go."

After a while, Zhang Yuan said in a low voice.

There is a hint of sternness in the lightness.

"Ow."

The boy seemed to have just realized that he was impolite, so he let go of his hand.

There is still business to be done.Zhang Yuan endured it for the time being, and sat on the couch first, looking at the little things in the hall.

The little thing's eyes were red, and he was crying like a rabbit.

Really squeamish.

Chang Yuan thought.

It was Sanskrit who coughed, and reminded from the side: "Young master, don't wait to pay homage to your majesty."

Zhao Zhao was just a little excited when he first saw the face that haunted his dreams, so naturally he would not be really carried away by emotions and lose the chain at a critical moment.

So he wiped his eyes, knelt down in the hall, and kowtowed politely.

"Disciple Si Zhao, pay respects to Master."

There was no movement from above for a long time.

When Zhaozhao's forehead was almost pierced, he heard his cheap master say coolly: "Since you are under my lord's sect, you must abide by my rules."

"I don't have many rules, just two, first, you are not allowed to lie, and second, you are not allowed to be contaminated by the way of magic."

"Now, tell me about what happened in the Temple of Discipline that night. How about it?"

Zhao Zhao's heart skipped a beat.

Zhao Zhao didn't expect that Zhang Yuan would settle this account for him for the first time.

Although he also knew that his behavior was full of loopholes and very suspicious, but it was too embarrassing to admit that all of this was a bitter trick for him to learn from his teacher, let alone there were outsiders.

If he didn't tell the truth—would he have been expelled from the school on the first day of entry?

Zhang Yuan knocked on the long case unhurriedly.

"Why, is it hard to answer?"

"Don't worry, as long as you don't open your eyes and make up nonsense, saying that it is because of the deep love of the same family that you voluntarily sacrifice yourself for the same family, I will not punish you."

Zhao Zhao: "..."

Why is this master so difficult to deal with!

"No, it's not difficult to answer."

The young man said pitifully.

"It's me...in order to attract Master's attention, I made such a bad move."

After finishing speaking, the boy bit his lower lip and lowered his head lower.

Sanskrit suddenly understood what was going on, and couldn't help being secretly startled, this little guy was so bold, he dared to plot against the king.

Today's matter, I'm afraid it can't be good.

Sure enough, Zhang Yuan stood up, raised his eyebrows lightly, walked forward with great interest, stretched out his hand to pinch the young man's chin, and forced the young man to raise his head.

"Are you so confident about your face?"

The atmosphere in the hall dropped to freezing point.

The Sanskrit voice was worried: "Your Majesty..."

"I discipline my disciples, so idlers don't interrupt."

Zhang Yuan clearly felt that the imprint on his forehead was about to move again.

Really, is there a problem?

The young emperor lowered his eyes, his jade-like pupils seemed to contain a sword of wind and frost for a moment, and stared coldly at the pair of black eyes that were chaotic and red, innocent and deceptive like a deer.

"Tell me, when did you start plotting against me?"

Zhao Zhao was forced to face up, feeling extremely uncomfortable, and what was even more difficult was the accumulated power that belonged exclusively to the Upper God Realm.

"I……"

The young man's lips moved, and when he was about to speak, the person above said abruptly: "After thinking about it, answer, the whip in my palace is no thinner than that of Lord Bihua."

Zhao Zhao: "..."

Zhao Zhao gritted his teeth hard.

Xin Dao, this master is not only difficult to deal with, but also hateful.

You have to pick him up layer by layer like a cabbage before giving up.

Sure enough, it is not the same as Master.

Master would not treat him so roughly.

If it wasn't for this face, he wouldn't want to... hum.

"From, from..." The young man closed his eyes tightly and chose to give up on himself: "It started a few months ago when Tianjun sent an order to seek medical treatment in the Qilin Palace."

"There is, there is a portrait of senior brother on it."

Zhang Yuan was also quite amazed, but he didn't let go, and then asked: "The last question, how did that monster get on you? According to common sense, it is impossible for a gluttonous ghost to change multiple hosts in a short period of time."

Zhao Zhao naturally didn't dare to talk about the wound on his back, dawdled for a while, and said, "Medicine..."

"What medicine?"

"A medicinal powder that can conjure demons."

Zhang Yuan didn't speak, obviously thinking about the truth of the words.

Zhao Zhao immediately said: "Master, if you don't believe me, you can search me and hide it in my sleeve pocket."

Chang Yuan didn't need to order this, Fanyin stepped forward and took out a round medicine bottle from Zhao Zhao's right sleeve pocket.

"Your Majesty, it is indeed something that beckons demons."

Zhang Yuan's gaze sank, and he let go of his hands.

After a long while, he said: "This matter is bad, and you must be punished. If you are the first offender, you should first go to the Hall of Thoughts and live for a hundred years to cultivate yourself. If I find you contaminated with monsters next time, this Xuexiao Palace will not tolerate you." gone."

The Hall of Thoughts is called a hall, but it is actually a stone cave built on a cold pool in the back mountain.

The accommodation conditions are extremely harsh, and such a punishment is too heavy for such a young boy.

Sanskrit could not bear it.

"My lord, 100 years, isn't it too long?"

Zhang Yuan said coldly: "Fanyin, your words today are too much."

Zhao Zhao was silent for a moment, then said: "I accept the punishment, as long as the master doesn't drive me away, let alone 100 years, even 200 or 300 years, I can live here."

"I... I'm easy to take care of."

"I don't choose a bed, and I don't choose a place."