Cultivate the ruthless way for him

After combing the cheap master's hair, Zhao Zhao dug out a bunch of bottles and jars from the spirit pouch, which were all stuffed by the dragon princess Xueji when Xiaolong left the East China Sea.

Although Xiaolong has already reached heaven and earth, Xue Ji is still worried that the youngest son will be injured and bullied when he is outside.

"This is Shunxi Pill, this is Snow Lotus Pill, this is Ambergris Pill, this is Taishang Zhuanyang Pill, this is..." Zhao Zhao counted them one by one, and said: "The left and right are for nourishing qi and blood, and strengthening the body. Here are some good things for trauma, I will leave them all for you, if you feel uncomfortable, just pick one up and eat."

"Of course, don't think that I'm soft-hearted. After all, you are the God of War. You sacrificed yourself for the sake of the common people in the world. Out of morality, I will help you."

"Also, I'll leave this comb for you too. If your hair falls into the pool again, sticks together or gets tangled, it's really uncomfortable, so you can comb it yourself."

If you can bear it, wait for me to come back next time and comb it for you.

Zhao Zhao added a sentence in his heart.

But he won't say this, he has already checked, cheap master Neifu Xianyuan is still intact, has not been eroded by too much devil energy, and there is no serious problem for the time being.Now he has to make up his mind and let him fully realize his past mistakes, mainly his mistakes.He can no longer stick upside down like before.

He is very clear about the coldness and warmth of human relationships, how to please people, and how to hang people.

"Do you remember?"

Zhao Zhao asked.

After brushing through the hair that had been knotted for several days, Zhang Yuan relaxed a lot.

Still leaning on the young man's leg, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and he said, "Remember—Your Highness."

He stretched out his hand and gently wrapped around the boy's fingers who were still playfully playing with his hair.

Zhao Zhao paused.

Looking down, I saw that hand, which was always as slender as jade and as clean as snow, seemed to be frozen in ice at this moment, with a thin layer of hoarfrost floating on it. Under the hoarfrost, there was the bluish skin and skin , clearly visible light green blood vessels.

Probably also suddenly realized that it was inappropriate, Zhang Yuan only touched it lightly, then withdrew his hand.

Zhao Zhao felt a severe pain in her heart.

In the end, he couldn't hold back and said: "You, if you are inconvenient to hold the comb, just wait for me to come back next time and comb it for you."

Having said that, Zhaozhao knew that this cheap master was obsessed with cleanliness, and if a strand of his own hair was stained on the comb on weekdays, he would replace the fairy official who was in charge of combing the hair. He would probably find a way to solve such trivial matters by himself.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yuan responded immediately: "Okay."

Zhao Zhao felt as if he was in a hurry again, so he immediately made amends: "I'm very busy, I don't know when I'll come back next time, you still have to learn to be self-reliant."

"Of course, you can also ask your Mo Yu, or your Liu Fuying to comb it for you. However, they may not be able to spare time to serve you like me~" A smile escaped Zhang Yuan's throat.

"Yes, my teacher is old and ugly now, except for the kind-hearted Little Highness Donghai, who would take care of me as a teacher."

"As long as you know."

Zhao Zhao felt relieved.

Looking at the dead pool of blood below his eyes, he asked, "Is this the place where the legendary devil energy gathers?"

Chang Yuan nodded.

"This pool is called Buhui Pool, and it was built by Wentian. On the day when Yuchi was built, he captured 91 immortal disciples, killed them in the most cruel way, piled them into the pool, and used their resentment and hostility , refining an evil formation that can absorb the resentment of the world. All the demon cultivators in the Ten Thousand Skull Cave are trained by absorbing the resentment in this blood pool. Here, it can be said that the birth of the demon cultivator With more and more magic cultivators, the resentment in the blood pool became heavier and heavier. Wentian developed many sorcery one after another, all of which were engraved on the pool wall. Later, even healthy people Immortal disciples, if you stand on the edge of the blood pool and look at the blood pool, you will be bewitched by the resentment and evil forces in it uncontrollably, and will fall into the devil's way."

"what are you going to do?"

Zhang Yuan was talking slowly, and when he raised his eyes, he suddenly discovered that a small snow-white dragon had already entrenched above the blood pool.Xiaolong flicked his tail and tilted his head to listen to him, his pure green dragon eyes swept the blood pool below.

Zhao Zhao: "Supplement some nutrients."

"When I suck up all the dirt in this pool, won't you be able to come out?"

This is Xiaolong's new idea.

Zhang Yuan was stunned, although he knew that Zhaozhao had the ability to refine demonic energy, but first of all, the blood pool was not ordinary demonic energy, but was forged by Wentian, the most resentful and evil spirit in the world, Xiaolong might not be able to digest it Lose.Secondly, the devilish energy in the pool has been accumulated for thousands of years, even if Zhaozhao could really refine it, he would not be able to eat so much.

What's more, the devil's energy is different from other things, it can devour immortal essence, confuse people's hearts, and turn an upright and kind-hearted disciple of the immortal clan into a monster that commits all kinds of evil.

Xiaolong is still young, how can he withstand the erosion of this pool of devilish energy.

Zhang Yuan said decisively: "No."

But as soon as he finished the second word, the little dragon's eyes were already wide open, and he swooped down, whimpering, scaring the evil spirits hiding in the depths of the blood pool for a while, and then took a deep breath. A mouthful of blood poured into the stomach.

"Ow."

"vomit."

Xiaolong had never tasted such a filthy and filthy thing, and was so disgusted by the soaring fishy taste that he almost vomited it out on the spot.

The huge pool of blood disappeared instantly.

The frightened evil spirits in the pool squeaked and shivered together, watching the little dragon flying around above the blood pool, domineering.

Damn, where did the dragon cub come from, so cruel and terrifying!

"Zhao Zhao."

Chang Yuan's expression changed, his lungs twitched in fright, and he bent over and coughed.

Zhao Zhao was pinching his nose to digest the dirty things, seeing this, rushed over, and rubbed Chang Yuan with the dragon's horn, expressing that he was fine.

Zhang Yuan: "...Is it hard to digest?"

Yes.

Terrible to die for.

Zhang Yuan thought for a while: "How about master rubbing your stomach for you?"

Xiaolong nodded, let out a happy groan, quickly shrunk his body, and turned into a chubby little white dragon the size of a palm, and landed in the palm of Zhang Yuan.

Xiaolong's stomach was obviously distended.

Zhang Yuan stretched out his fingers, and first tried to press lightly on Xiaolong's snow-white belly.

Xiaolong immediately groaned, rolled over, raised the tip of his tail, and let out a breath of foul air slowly.

Seeing that this method was effective, Zhang Yuan hurriedly rubbed along the swollen place on Xiaolong's stomach bit by bit.

"Here, here."

"Go down a bit."

"Hmph, take it easy."

"Why are you so stupid, you can't even rub your stomach."

Xiaolong rolled around, commanding aggrievedly.

Zhang Yuan humbly corrected his technique.

Xiaolong hiccupped several times in a row. At first, he vomited out a little bit, and after that, he would spit out a big mouthful of foul air every once in a while.

Soon, Xiaolong's belly became smooth again.

What was spit out was already pure immortal energy.

Immortal Qi without any impurities.

Zhang Yuan was a little surprised and shocked, he didn't expect Xiaolong to be able to refine the devilish energy in the Pond of No Regrets, and it was refined so quickly.

If the pool of resentment and evil energy can be transformed into immortal energy, Xiaolong can absorb thousands of years of immortal energy on the spot.

This is impossible anywhere in Xianzhou.

Even if it is the divine power in the Dinghai Needle, it will take a long time to store up for thousands of years.

"Zhao Zhao."

Looking at the limp little dragon lying on his palm, Zhang Yuan called softly.

"Aww~" Xiaolong was so full that he felt drowsy, and dozed off with the tip of his tail curled up.

Zhang Yuan's heart softened, and he didn't make another sound.His palms are too cold, and his body is also clammy and cold. It is really not a suitable place to sleep. He scanned around, but couldn't find a suitable nest, so he simply transformed a red lotus fire from his fingertips, fell to the edge of the blood pool, and gently lifted the little dragon. put it in.

The flame-like bed embraces a snow-white little dragon, which reflects the little dragon's scales brightly, and the temperature is like silver coal, neither hot nor cold, just right.

This is a very beautiful picture.

Unexpectedly, Xiaolong opened his eyes alertly, flew out, and directly turned back into a human form. Looking through his eyes, Master Qiyi threw himself into a ball of fire lotus, his eyes turned red immediately, and he said aggrievedly: "You just hate me, don't you?" like me, right?"

Chang Yuan was at a loss.

"I do not have……"

"You have. Look at you, you don't even want to let me sleep with the palm of your hand. Do you think I'm fat or heavy? What if I lie down in your hands?"

"It's really stingy, so stingy."

"If it were your Mo Yu, your Liu Fuying, you would definitely not throw them out, would you? Woo, I'm so pitiful."

Zhang Yuan didn't expect that the little guy could even misunderstand this matter.

Not knowing whether to laugh or cry for a moment, he said, "Master really doesn't have it, Master is afraid that you will catch cold."

"I don't believe it, you just despise me, hum."

Zhang Yuan said: "If you don't believe me, come here and lie back in Master's palm. Master promises not to leave you behind. You can sleep as long as you like."

Zhao Zhao widened his eyes.

"What do you mean by 'I can sleep as long as I like', I am such an unreasonable person, listen to what you say, and say that you don't dislike me."

"I...well, Master was wrong. Master shouldn't have said that."

"You don't need to say, I don't care about lying in your palm. When I worship my new master, I will lie in my new master's palm."

Zhao Zhao turned his head angrily, his chest was heaving, listening to the silence for a long time, he glanced secretly, seeing Zhang Yuan pursing his lips, looking lonely and unhappy, he was very happy.

Said: "You can coax me well, otherwise, when I have a new master, the master will not let me come to see you."

Zhang Yuan's fingers trembled fiercely, deep in his blood, it seemed that there were countless clusters of fire burning instantly, dyeing his eyes as deep as a cold pool into a deep and surging scarlet.

Zhao Zhao waited for a long time, but before Zhang Yuan could speak, he thought to himself, this cheap master is too arrogant and unenlightened, he must treat his problem properly.

Thinking of this, he snorted, stood up, turned around and made a gesture to leave.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, a hand suddenly stretched out from the slanting stab, and grabbed his ankle tightly.

Zhao Zhao was in pain, turned around, and looked at Zhang Yuan who was silent just now, but now he was so rude: "What are you going to do? Don't think that I will forgive you if you do this."

Zhang Yuan's fingers trembled violently, and he struggled to raise his head. His blood-red eyes and snow-white hair formed a stark contrast.

He asked hoarsely, "Who is your new master...?"

Zhao Zhao was frightened by Zhang Yuan's gaze.

After thinking about it again, could it be that Master Cheap changed his demeanor so drastically when he heard that he had a new master.

He rolled his eyes and said, "My new master is the tallest and most handsome person in the world. No one in the world can compare to him. You must have never thought of it."

The hand holding Zhao Zhao's ankle tightened suddenly, almost crushing the boy's ankle.

Zhaozhao suffered from pain, his eyes were red, and he said wronged: "You hurt me. Huh."

Zhang Yuan was taken aback, the scarlet in his eyes suddenly faded, he let go of his hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry."

"Humph."

"You will bully me."

Zhaozhao rubbed his ankles angrily, and said, "You have the ability, just go out from here and challenge my new master. Bullying a weak boy like me is nothing."

"it is good."

Zhang Yuan said in his heart.

At the same time, in Zhongzhou, deep in the deep house, in the dim light and shadow, the man who was sitting on the couch with his eyes closed for cultivation suddenly opened his eyes and looked at his hands in confusion.

what happened?Just for a moment, he actually felt that the power in his body did not increase but decreased.

This is impossible.

During this period of time, he hid here dormantly, cultivating with no other distraction, other than looking for the object of cultivation, he never fought against anyone at all, so how could he lose his strength for no reason.

The man thought for a while, rolled up his sleeves, and then suddenly shrank his eyes.

The originally complicated and tangled "Yao" pattern on his arm suddenly disappeared for no reason!

How can this be so? !