Cultivate the ruthless way for him

"Could it be because of him again?"

The abyss is like a stick in the throat.

But Zhao Zhao shook his head, for the first time, he didn't use that fictitious new master as an excuse, his black eyes were like black jewels, shining brightly, and he looked at Chang Yuan seriously.

Said: "I just think that this matter is a bit hasty."

400 years is enough to change many things.

Master Cheap is no longer the friar who traveled around without worries, but the famous God of War of the Three Realms, with the common people in the world on his shoulders.And he is no longer the lonely and helpless little demon in Sichuan who needs to rely on his master to survive.

Although he is clingy, he doesn't want to use this past master-student relationship as a bargaining chip to bind Zhang Yuan.

If the master really has him in his heart, even if he does not form a blood contract, he will still treat him well and protect him well.If the master belongs to someone else, even if a blood contract is established, what's the point of relying on the constraints of external forces to pamper him to heaven.

Zhao Zhao said: "I'm already very happy that Xianjun can bring me back here. This blood contract really doesn't matter."

Chang Yuan understood Zhao Zhao's character.

From apprenticeship, to entering the forbidden area privately, using vicious monsters to enhance the immortal essence, and then to the trial of the heavenly dao, choosing the most difficult and ruthless road without telling everyone.

Whatever Zhaozhao wants to do, even if he fights for blood, he will find a way to achieve it.

The young man has worked so hard to find his master for 400 years, how could he be able to reveal it with the light words "it doesn't matter".

Zhang Yuan knew that what Zhao Zhao said meant that he still had a knot in his heart.

What's more, the boy's address to him has changed back to the cold "Xianjun".

He wanted to get back the boy who would throw himself into his arms, play tricks on him, and softly call him master.

Hundreds of years ago, after Zhaozhao jumped off the high cliff, during the long and painful days and nights of being tortured by remorse and regret, he figured it out. That's all.

Mr. Nanshan is right.

He has been an indifferent and heartless fairy for tens of thousands of years, and there is indeed an unspeakable loneliness and loneliness deep in his heart. It was the sudden intrusion of this little thing that injected a fresh vitality into his life.

Even under the various flattery and fuss of the teenagers, he got used to the frivolous and "lively" days.

I am also used to being called Master and Master.

It also let him know that even if he was born with a sword heart, he was born with flesh and blood and had a heart of flesh and blood like other gods.

These days, Zhang Yuan often thinks, if he had been more patient and less prejudiced when he was in the Fourteenth State, would Zhao Zhao really choose to take root in Xuexiao Palace, and would no longer treat someone who has left for 300 years? Young people have such deep obsessions.

The following series of tragedies will never happen again.

Even if the truth is revealed later, he will not have such deep regrets about Wu Qiuyu.

Zhang Yuan suddenly thought of something, nodded and said: "Okay, I'm too impatient. I shouldn't force you."

Coming out of the Immortal Temple, the Wangs warmly invited Changyuan and Zhaozhao to their home as guests. The couple cooked a large table full of delicious dishes and brought out sorghum wine that had been preserved for many years.

Zhao Zhao tasted it, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the taste of the wine was exactly the same as that made by Aunt Wang back then.

The woman poured Zhaozhao a second glass with a smile, and said: "The brewing method of this wine is also passed down from the ancestors. It tastes soft and the alcohol is not strong. The little god can drink more."

Mrs. Wang is pregnant, and her youngest son will be born next spring.

The couple specially asked Zhang Yuan to give him a name.

Zhao Zhao went to catch grasshoppers together with the shepherd boy whose nickname is Wang Xiaohu.

There are many grasshopper cages hanging under the corridor of Wang's house, all made by the shepherd boy himself.Looking at the small cages made of bamboo, Zhao Zhao couldn't help but recall the scene when he opened the door after waking up and saw his master sitting under the pergola in the courtyard, weaving a grasshopper cage for himself.

Zhao Zhao and Chang Yuan said: "Master, can we stay in the village tonight?"

Didn't Zhang Yuan understand the young man's mind, he nodded with a smile, and said hello.

The Wang couple were overjoyed when they heard this, and immediately wanted to give up their main house to Changyuan and Zhaozhao.

Chang Yuan said no, he just asked: "Can I borrow something for sweeping and sweeping?"

Wang naturally agreed.

Chang Yuan took Zhao Zhao to bid farewell to the Wangs and his wife, and came to the next door, in front of the row of thatched huts behind the Immortal Temple.The wooden sign engraved with "Shenxianju" on the door of the house swayed in the wind, as if welcoming the return of the owner.

"How about we live here?"

Zhaozhao's eyes turned red, he nodded, and said in a nasal voice, "Of course, I'll help Master clean it together."

The two of them could actually use the cleaning technique, but they both had a tacit understanding. They cleaned the inside and outside of the house carefully and patiently like ordinary mortals clean the room.

The layout of the house is exactly the same as it was 400 years ago, and everything is in place, which shows that the villagers have always protected this place very well.

Looking at the familiar bed, table case, and inkstone, Zhao Zhao's black eyes became misty again.

Zhang Yuan could clearly feel that deep in his soul, there was a long lingering longing and sadness, and he knew that it belonged to Wu Qiuyu's soul and memory.

Almost instinctively, he raised his lotus sleeves, wiped away the tears on Zhao Zhao's face, and said, "Don't cry secretly."

Zhaozhao was taken aback for a moment, unexpectedly being discovered by Master Cheap, pushed Chang Yuan away and ran out, sat on the steps, and cried even harder.

After returning to Guanyin Village, he once again clearly realized that the former master really could never come back.He didn't want his master to be some sort of God of War, or to have such a lofty status, he just wanted that master who was just an ordinary Luotuo monk who only had him in his eyes.

Unfortunately this is not possible.

Zhang Yuan walked over, sat next to Zhao Zhao, and said in a low voice: "Everything is Master's fault, don't cry, okay?"

Zhao Zhao sobbed, "You are the God of War, how could you be wrong?"

Zhang Yuan said: "Master has made many mistakes."

Wrong a lot.

Therefore, he has to rectify them one by one.

Fortunately, Zhaozhao was only sad for a while, and was mostly happy and excited about returning to Guanyin Village.After crying for a while, I wiped my eyes and continued to clean the room.

The Wang couple was as enthusiastic as Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang back then, and they brought clean and warm bedding and a lot of food in the evening.Zhang Yuan took the initiative to go to the kitchen to cook vegetable soup and fish soup.

It tastes just like that.

But Zhao Zhao still drank a big bowl of soup to save face.

Zhang Yuan felt a little sour, because he realized more and more deeply that during the time when Zhao Zhao and Wu Qiuyu lived together in Guanyin Village, the living conditions and daily diet were really not good, but Zhao Zhao still wanted to come back here with all his heart. Because that is the first complete sense of home in the life of a teenager.

Someone to accompany, a home to return to.

For ordinary people, it was extremely difficult for Zhaozhao back then.

The thatched hut can't be lived for a long time, after all, it is damp.

That night, many rashes appeared on Zhaozhao's body, and he woke up from itching.

Zhang Yuan looked at the red spot on the young man's arm, feeling vaguely familiar, and suddenly remembered that when he was in Xuexiao Palace, Zhao Zhao also had such a rash on his arm.

When Zhaozhao was giving a speech, he was accidentally injured by a spell from the same school in the Talisman class.

At that time, he didn't think about it carefully. Now, it seems that those rashes probably have nothing to do with the spells, and most of them are caused by damp like today.

It's impossible for this little thing not to know the truth.

But he still allowed the rash to fall on his arm for such a long time without taking medicine, deceiving himself that he was injured by a talisman.

Needless to say, it was to pretend to be pitiful, in exchange for his master's soft heart, and to avoid punishment.

Zhaozhao lived under the fence for too long, and in order to live a better life, she used too many ways to please others, so she no longer remembers such a trivial matter. Seeing that Zhang Yuan was staring at the rash on her arm, she did not speak , Immediately said unhappy: "I'm so itchy, you should think of a way."

Zhang Yuan withdrew his thoughts, and a ray of pure white immortal energy slowly condensed from his fingertips.

With the restoration of cultivation base, the purity of this immortal energy is naturally beyond comparison.

Zhao Zhao: "..."

Zhao Zhao was a little shocked.

He just has a rash.

Is the cheap master a bit too big to make a fuss over.

With such pure celestial power, it would be better to let him inhale it directly, and increase his cultivation.

It's too wasteful to treat rashes.

The more Zhao Zhao thought about it, the more distressed he became, and he wanted to withdraw his hand immediately.

Chang Yuan said: "Don't move."

His fingers had lightly pressed onto the boy's snow-white arm.

The pure white fairy energy is like a feather, lightly brushing over those red dots, the rash on Zhao Zhao's arm also disappeared little by little.

Zhaozhao said in distress: "This will only treat the symptoms but not the root cause. Apart from my arms, I also have rashes on my back and legs."

Chang Yuan forgot about this.

After pondering for a moment, I came up with an idea: "It's better for you to transform into a dragon."

"Dragon shape?"

Zhang Yuan nodded: "In this way, Master can help you get rid of all the rashes all over your body."

This is also a way.

Zhao Zhao then obediently changed back to the form of a little dragon, a snow-white one, curled up on the mattress, revealing a soft dragon belly, and asked Zhang Yuan to remove the rash for herself.

This efficiency is indeed much higher.

In less than half an hour, all the rashes on Zhaozhao's body disappeared.

Zhang Yuan took out another piece of warm jade and put it in the bedding to disperse the moisture.

Zhaozhao really slept soundly in the second half of the night, and was not woken up by the tickle again.

Chang Yuan didn't feel sleepy, and when Zhao Zhao fell asleep, he put on his clothes and went to the porch, looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar small courtyard.

The sound transmission stone in his arms also lit up at this moment.

"Your Majesty?"

There was an excited and unbelievable voice from Sanskrit.

Zhang Yuan was silent, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Sanskrit was just trying it out, but he didn't expect to get in touch with Zhang Yuan.

"Has Your Majesty really left the Devil's Nest safely?"

Sanskrit is still suspected to be in a dream.

Zhang Yuan made a "hmm".

For the Sanskrit, he didn't need to explain too much.

As expected, Sanskrit didn't ask any more questions, and only reported the latest situation of Xuexiao Palace in a concise and concise manner: "Your Majesty, just now came the news from Daoxin Palace and Zixia Palace that Mr. Nanshan and Mr. Bihua are investigating the disappearance of the Zhongzhou baby. Trapped in Zhongzhou, so far I can’t get in touch.”