Cultivate the ruthless way for him

A boy of this age seems to be changing every day, growing extremely fast.

However, after going down the mountain, in just a few months, the little thing seemed to open up again, his skin was as white as snow, and the jade was crystal clear. Not only did the wind and frost under the mountain not leave any marks on his body, but it sharpened the little thing from hair to toes It's more beautiful and refined.

It's a pity that not only has the full stomach full of evil spirits not been reduced at all, but I'm afraid it has been made up a lot by studying and practicing.

"I've been 'occasionally feeling the wind and cold, and it's hard to get out of bed'. I still remember to come here to give my teacher a gift. It's really hard work for you, young master."

After a while, the young emperor knocked on the surface of the red sandalwood box, and said coolly.

Zhao Zhao: "..."

Zhaozhao coughed and coughed twice, and said, "Yeah, it's not that serious, it's just that sometimes you feel dizzy and weak in limbs, and it doesn't affect walking."

"Oh."

"Would it be that your eyes will turn black, you can't see clearly, and if you are not careful, you will let the monsters who have been caught escape. Would you like me to invite Siyao Xingjun back to give you a 'good' diagnosis, and then Prescribe some medicine to 'take care of it'."

Zhao Zhao: "..."

Certain traumatic experiences came to mind.

For example, when he first moved into the Hall of Thoughts, he pretended to be sick and tried to trick Master Qi into sympathizing with him. When he moved to the main hall, Master Qiyi "intimately" asked Si Yao Xingjun to prescribe him medicine for a whole month Soup.

I don't know what caused it, but it was so painful that I wanted to hit the wall.

Zhao Zhao immediately shook his head like a rattle: "No need, no need, actually... Actually, I'm almost fine."

Zhang Yuan picked up the tea bowl unhurriedly: "It's better to make a diagnosis, lest outsiders say that I abused my disciples."

"..."

Zhao Zhao didn't expect Zhang Yuan to use this trick.

Resigned to his fate, he knelt down honestly: "Master, I was wrong."

"Oh, aren't you sick? What's wrong?"

"I, I'm not sick."

"What, I didn't hear clearly."

"..."

Zhaozhao hung his head listlessly: "I'm not sick. I lied to Master."

"Sanskrit."

Zhang Yuan called out.

Sanskrit walked in, glanced at the pitiful young man kneeling on the ground, and saluted respectfully to the throne: "Your Majesty."

"Eavesdropping, lying, unqualified experience. Thirty commandments, pull it out and beat it."

"Master."

The boy looked up pitifully.

"31."

Zhao Zhao: "..."

Sanskrit shook his head and sighed: "Young master, go out with your subordinates."

This day, can you still live in peace?

"Other people go down the mountain to practice, and when they come back, they will ask for credit and rewards. No matter how bad they are, they will be praised by the teacher. Just you, young master, you will be whipped when you go back to practice."

An attendant of Lingshu felt quite ashamed.Angrily, he peeled off the boy's back clothes and applied medicine to the little master.

Zhao Zhao said nonchalantly, "What do you know? I wanted to snatch that bath bead as a gift for Master. Besides, I didn't mean to let that monster go away on purpose. It's just that I happened to be distracted."

What a weird reason.

Fortunately, he didn't say it in front of Mr. Zhang Yuan.

Otherwise, this commandment whip is afraid to start with fifty whips.

Zhaozhao was so painful that sweat broke out on his forehead, he said in dissatisfaction, "Lingshu, take it easy."

Lingshu was helpless: "Young master, this subordinate is already light enough. This is the whip of Xuexiao Palace. You should feel it so well. If you are really afraid of pain, next time you will do less."

Zhao Zhaosheng grabbed his arm helplessly.

Lingshu saw another rash on the boy's snow-white skin, and frowned: "Young master, are you allergic again?"

The Hall of Thoughts was built on the cold pool, it was cold and humid, every time he came back from the experience, the little son of his family who had a delicate body would develop red rashes for a few days.

Zhao Zhao has long been used to it.

I even feel that the itching can offset some pain.

Then he said indifferently: "It will be fine in two days. Don't tell your brother about me being whipped. It will save him from worrying."

"Okay, young master, I think you should take care of yourself first. Your Majesty just punished the mountain, and hasn't checked your homework yet. By the way, let's think about the new student assessment next month, three years in a row, Being the last one every year, even if your majesty's face is made of copper skin and iron bones, it can't stand your loss like this."

The teenager was shocked.

"Lingshu, you, a low-level monk who can't even build a solid foundation, dare to despise my cultivation?"

Lingshu was even more shocked, and said in his heart that what is more doubtful about you is not your character?

Otherwise, he is still staying in the Temple of Thoughts.

The two stared at each other for a moment, and finally ended with Lingshu daring to commit a book that was smashed in anger.

After Lingshu left, Zhaozhao lay on the bed for a while, gritted his teeth and got up, sat behind the stone table, spread paper and ink, and began to copy the homework that had fallen down the mountain.

This time, he didn't miss his homework on purpose.

It really happened for a reason.

It's just that because he couldn't say it out loud, he didn't dare to let Zhang Yuan know.

In addition to the usual homework on the stone case, there is also a thick stack of copybooks, the handwriting on it is elegant, handsome and powerful, just like its owner who has been in a coma for many years.

Although Zhaozhao had studied in Qilin Palace when he was young, he was spoiled and lawless at that time. He only knew to play around with a bunch of little Qilins and tease Mr., but he never studied seriously, and he couldn't even write the most basic characters. good.

After coming to Xuexiao Palace, in order to please Zhang Yuan, he purposely inquired about Mo Yu's deeds from Sanskrit. After learning that Zhang Yuan admired Mo Yu's handwriting the most, he secretly took a lot from Zangshu Pavilion. I copied the post that Mo Yu practiced calligraphy back then.God knows how hard it is for him.

Fortunately, after so many years of practice, he can barely imitate his figure by virtue of his cleverness and hard work. Every time he handed in Zhang Yuan's homework, he would deliberately change his notes.

It's good to comfort his cheap master's miss for his cheap senior brother.

Also make your life easier.

At least, not be chased away by Zhang Yuan.

After all, his talent in cultivation is indeed poor, and as a disciple of the God of War, he really insults the name of the God of War.

If Mo Yu is the benchmark of his peers, then he is a solid negative teaching material.

He finally squeezed his way into Xuexiao Palace with great difficulty, in order to find himself a long-term backer, not for soy sauce.

Practicing calligraphy requires a high level of sitting posture, and Zhang Yuan is particularly difficult to fool. Zhao Zhao can't sit crookedly as usual, but can only straighten his back, sit upright, and start writing on paper.

This is undoubtedly a kind of torture for the wound behind.

After a while, the boy broke out in a cold sweat.

The arm is also itching.

One afternoon, I spent the ecstasy of pain and itching.

Zhao Zhao spent the whole afternoon making up his homework, almost broke his wrist, and barely finished half of it.

Because for a scumbag like him, it is really not easy to copy books while also taking care of good handwriting, and there is genuine handwriting as a ruler.

Zhaozhao was already ready to be punished by Zhang Yuan with another whip or double the punishment for copying, and by the way, he also thought of 180 ways to act coquettishly and beg for mercy.

But Zhang Yuan seemed to be stumbling over other things that night, and didn't check his homework.

Zhaozhao was able to escape, and finished his homework overnight. When he went to the main hall to drop it off early the next morning, he found out that Zhang Yuan had stayed in the forbidden hall all night last night, trying new medicine on the unconscious Mo Yu. He hadn't come out yet. No time to take care of him.

Zhao Zhao didn't wait for Chang Yuan, and went to the school for morning class.

According to the regulations, all the disciples who went down the mountain to practice had only one day to rest, and they had to go to the school on time to study on the second day.There is a penalty for being absent from class or being late.

Zhao Zhao drank the milk soup that Lingshu bought from the mountain in the morning, and was in a good mood, but when he was walking up the stairs, someone hit his back hard.

On a normal day, this kind of surprise attack couldn't help Zhao Zhao at all.

However, Zhaozhao's back was injured, and when he was hit by someone like this, his eyes went dark in pain, and he fell down on the steps.

Zhao Zhao knows who it is without looking back.

After a while, Fang gritted his teeth and turned his head, looking at Xuanyuan Feng who was sitting on his shoulders.

Originally, Xuanyuan Feng just wanted to teach Zhao Zhao a lesson, but he didn't expect to hit this little thing so easily, and immediately felt refreshed and indescribably happy.

"Little thing, if you dare to go against me, good times are yet to come."

Zhaozhao's back hurt so badly that he couldn't get up all at once.

In Xuanyuanfeng's eyes, this was simply a sign of "knowledge and not daring to resist". Xuanyuanfeng was in a good mood, and he waved his hand fiercely, and all the monks surrounded the eldest son and walked to the school in a mighty manner.

"Zhao Zhao!"

Afterwards, Lu Xinghe, Xie Yiming and Si Nan rushed over to help the boy up.

Si Nan noticed that his younger brother's body temperature was a little high, and said in surprise, "What's going on? Are you sick?"

Zhaozhao shook his head, and shot viciously at Xuanyuan Feng's back that was exposed on his shoulders.

After being reminded by Si Nan, he realized later that he might have a fever.

Most of the wounds.

What Lingshu said was right, he didn't have the life of a rich young man, but he was born with delicate skin by accident.

Every time you whip the whip, you will get a fever every time. For ordinary people, the injury can be cured in three days, but it will take twice as long when it comes to him.

No wonder that bastard Xuanyuan Feng said just now.

Si Nan sighed: "I said earlier, don't provoke him, now you know the lesson. I still keep the white ginseng, after class you can take it away and give it back to him."

If what happened just now hadn't happened, Zhaozhao might have taken Si Nan's face back and returned Shen, but let alone return Shen right now, he just wanted to beat Xuanyuan Feng into a pig's head.

"No brother, just a white ginseng, I'll give him a 'better'."

The boy raised the corner of his mouth, and said like a little fox.

After class that day, Zhao Zhao did not go directly to Xuexiao Palace, but came to the forbidden area in the north, Baixian Mountain again.

The twilight merged, and the evil energy suppressed by the immortal energy during the day was like a flood, surging and surging, like an abyss that could swallow people.The young man was as light as a swallow, with the corner of his mouth raised, he flew skillfully into the depths of the abyss, tapped his feet and jumped to a place, drew out his spirit sword, aimed at a monster attacking from behind, and started his daily practice.

"What? That little thing entered Baixian Mountain and hasn't come out for an entire hour?!"

Hearing the report from the monk under him, Xuanyuan Feng narrowed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

What is this little thing doing in Baixian Mountain by himself, let alone this hour, but when all the beasts are infested and the evil spirit is the strongest, with the little thing's cultivation level of not making a sound and half of the bottle dangling, can he handle it?

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Xuanyuanfeng was certain that Zhaozhao dared to sneak into the forbidden area at this time, and he must have had great benefits, which were more attractive than the 300-year-old ginseng essence.

"Next month is the new disciple assessment. This little guy has mediocre aptitude. He must be worried about how to pass the assessment. Maybe he just found some treasure in the forbidden area that can increase his cultivation."

The more Xuanyuan Feng thought about it, the more he felt this possibility, and the more he thought about it, the more itchy.

Since there are such good things in the world, how can we let this little thing get it.

Xuanyuan Feng slapped his thigh: "Go, go to the forbidden area!"

The monks looked at each other and couldn't help persuading: "My lord, the monsters in the mountains come out to look for food in the dark, and now the valley is full of monsters, so it's too dangerous to go there now?"

"Danger?"

Xuanyuan Feng sneered: "That little thing dared to go in, which proves that this forbidden place is not as scary as imagined. It may be that Lord Nanshan deliberately set up this rule in order to protect those treasures in the mountain."

"If you are timid and afraid of getting into trouble, I will go by myself."

The monks immediately turned pale. As domestic monks of the Xuanyuan clan, how dare they let this eldest son put himself in danger, they could only obey their orders.