Cultivate the ruthless way for him

Zhao Zhao naturally did not expect that there would be a follow-up in the foggy forest.Fleeing all the way to Shuanghan Town with Lingshu, and meeting with Sinan, he comforted his elder brother first, saying that he was fine, and because he was sure, he was willing to end his heir.

On the contrary, Si Nan felt ashamed, not only reprimanded the steward, but also asked the steward to apologize to Zhao Zhao face to face.

Sinan also mentioned the matter of apprenticeship: "Have you thought about which master to worship? If you also like Bihuajun...just add your name directly to my letter of recommendation. You are also the young master of the Qilin Palace." , Bihua-jun should not say anything."

"Then how to make it!"

The steward was going crazy.

"That's the letter of recommendation from Si Ming Xingjun. If you alter it indiscriminately, if you are found out, Xingjun will definitely punish you! This, this, this is absolutely unacceptable. If the young master insists on doing this, your subordinates must send a letter immediately Give it to the patriarch's wife, so as not to cause a catastrophe! It is absolutely impossible, young master, please think twice!"

Zhaozhao saw that the steward was flushed with anxiety, his tongue was tied up, and he looked like he wanted to eat himself alive, Fang twitched the corner of his mouth, and said: "No need, brother. This time I came here, I didn't think about apprenticeship at all, I just wanted to It’s just for my brother to accompany me. I know that my cultivation is superficial, and I’m not qualified to join Lord Bi Hua’s sect. If I can be an outer disciple, I’ll be satisfied after soaking in the immortal energy of the fourteen states.”

However, this is also a way out, even though Cai almost lost his life just now, it is worth it to use such a big gamble to exchange for a chance to "become under Bi Huajun's sect".

After all, he hasn't figured out the situation on the side of God of War. If he fails, he has to think about other places to go.

Si Nan thought that Zhaozhao was concerned about the letter of recommendation, and explained: "It's not that the father, queen, mother and concubine are biased and refuse to get a letter of recommendation from the Celestial Clan for you, but..."

"Of course I know."

The young man looked cute and sensible: "After all, I am from a different background than my elder brothers. The patriarch's wife has raised me for many years and allowed me to come to [-] prefectures with my elder brother to study. I am very grateful. How dare I blame them. Besides, I know the fairy clan The ranks are strict, and bloodlines are the most important, with a background like mine, even if the patriarch's wife gets a letter of recommendation for me, it will not be of much use."

"Besides, I don't need to inherit the Qilin Palace like my elder brother. Even if my cultivation level is close to nothing. I am used to playing, but I can't bear to sit in the school all day and study."

Seeing that what he said was sincere, Si Nan could only give up.

Said: "If you like Bi Huajun, you can come and tell me anytime, don't feel embarrassed."

Zhao Zhao obediently nodded under the manager's knife-like resentment.

After leaving the room, Lingshu asked Zhaozhao very puzzled: "Young master, what you need now is a letter of recommendation. Since Young Master Sinan offered to add your name to his letter of recommendation, why did you Instead of agreeing, I declined."

Zhaozhao said with a mature face: "What do you know? My brother is grateful for my life-saving grace, so I came up with this idea, and I didn't think it through carefully. If I climbed smoothly, I immediately agreed, and my brother may suspect that I have other plans. After I stayed, this kindness changed. If I refuse now, my brother will feel more guilty, and I will think that I am well-behaved and sensible. When I really have nowhere to go in the future, and I need my brother to make money, my brother will feel even more guilty. Help me all you can."

The Spirit Pivot was knowledgeable, and asked humbly: "The young master took the initiative to stay behind in such a dangerous situation in the foggy forest just now, did you covet the letter of recommendation from the young master?"

Zhaozhao coughed lightly, and said seriously, "Lingshu, you talk too much."

Lingshu: "..."

He knew that his young master would not do business at a loss.

Just as he was about to ridicule a few words, he suddenly saw the young man frowning, showing a look of pain.Lingshu hurriedly asked: "What, but you were injured just now?"

Zhaozhao shook his head: "No, it's that thing."

Lingshu's expression changed. "May I go to the street to buy some?"

"That's it."

The boy waved his hand. "I still have some pills on me, you stay outside the door and don't let others in, especially brother."

**

Back in the room, Zhaozhao immediately took out a small medicine pot from the spirit pouch, put it on the desk, and gently unbuttoned his shirt.

The young man's black hair was like ink, and his skin was like snow satin and creamy, shining with a white luster under the candlelight.

This should have been a beautiful picture.

However, at this moment, on the young man's smooth back, there is a wound about two fingers long. It is shaped like a whip mark, rolling to the sides, showing a terrifying purple-black color. At this moment, strong black air is surging out. .

Burned on the white skin, it is especially terrifying.

Zhao Zhao opened the medicine jar, dipped some medicine powder with her fingers, and carefully applied it to the wound.This is a kind of panacea made by grinding, and when it touches the edge of the wound, it will turn into light blue smoke, and at the same time, the black air will suddenly weaken a bit.

Zhao Zhao gritted his teeth, breaking out in a cold sweat.

After half an hour, the mysterious and stubborn black energy completely disappeared.The ugly wound also healed automatically, and re-integrated with the surrounding skin, leaving no traces visible.

The boy let go of his fist and collapsed on the couch, heaving a long sigh of relief.

Lingshu heard that there was no movement in the room for a long time, and asked worriedly: "Is the young master feeling better?"

There was a muffled "hmm" from inside.

The young master was not in a good mood, could it be that he was sad because he remembered the past?

Lingshu tried to comfort him: "I heard that there are many powerful spells in Fourteen States, maybe we can find a cure for that wound..."

"Lingshu Spiritual Pivot."

Lingshu was struggling to save words, thinking of how to comfort the sad young master, when he heard the boy call him twice stealthily and like a thief.I don't know if it hurts or not, but it has nothing to do with being sad.

"What are your orders, young master?"

"You, can you go to the street and buy me a bowl of milk soup secretly? Remember not to let brother or that bastard Li Jin see."

The voice was already against the crack of the door.

Lingshu: "..."

He knew that he shouldn't be sentimental.

After Lingshu left, Zhaozhao lay on the bed and groaned in pain for a while, then took out a thick stack of story books, portraits, and picture albums from the storage pouch, and flipped through them with relish by the candlelight.

Except for the story book, which was newly bought tonight, those portrait albums are all yellowish, obviously quite old.Without exception, there is a young fairy in black clothes and black crown, holding a red long sword. The fairy is either wielding the sword to kill monsters, or looking at the common people with his sleeves behind his back, his eyes are like cold stars, and his face is like a crown of jade. , Possesses a first-class good looks among the three realms.

The young man flew like a crow, his fingers slowly slid across the portrait, focusing on tracing the eyebrows and eyes of the person in the painting, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

Master, when I gain a firm foothold in the Fourteenth State and become stronger, I will definitely go find you.Wait for me.

**

After sleeping with his head covered, Zhaozhao changed into his school clothes early the next morning, and set off for Xianzhou with Sinan.The entrance of Xianzhou is full of disciples of the fairy clan with fluttering fairy spirit, long swords on their waists, and different costumes.

Everyone took the clan as the unit and entered Xianzhou in an orderly manner with the jade card that could prove their identity.It is early in the morning, the clouds are rising in Xianzhou, the white cranes are flying, and the white mist is wrapped around the mountains. Blurred outlines.

This is only the outermost view of Xianzhou.

Suddenly a disciple exclaimed, and everyone followed the prestige, and saw a majestic palace standing on the highest snow peak in Xianzhou, with thousands of feet of white jade steps in front of the palace, surrounded by red sword energy, it was the God of War Chang Yuan lived in Xuexiao Palace.All the children suddenly showed yearning and admiration.

All the new disciples live in the Yujing Hall before formal apprenticeship, four people share a room.

Living in the same room with Zhaozhao and Sinan are two children of the Kunlun and Penglai tribes, one Lu Xinghe and the other Xie Yiming.Both of them are outstanding young heroes in the clan, they have achieved a little success in cultivation, but they are both humble and polite, not arrogant about their talents, and they are very easy to get along with.Knowing that Sinan was in poor health, Xie Yiming enthusiastically gave Sinan a bottle of Penglai elixir.

There was no class on the first day, and all the disciples were busy making friends, giving gifts to each other, and discussing the topic of teacher apprenticeship that everyone cared about.Although the wound on Zhaozhao's back had healed, there was still a dull pain inside, so he just lay down on the desk and listened.

"You said, this Zhangyuan God of War hasn't been out of Xuexiao Palace for hundreds of years, why did he suddenly think of accepting apprentices this year, what's hidden in it?"

"I haven't heard about Yinqing, but I have heard that His Highness Mo Yu may not be able to wake up in a short time. This line of God of War must not be cut off, there must be someone to continue it."

Everyone can't help but sigh.

"I heard that His Royal Highness Mo Yu was fighting for the God of War back then. His soul and soul were broken, so he couldn't wake up. Although the God of War in Changyuan has lived in seclusion in Xuexiao Palace these years, Yuanshen has traveled all over the world. In the summer and summer, I searched for the magic pill everywhere, trying to wake His Highness Mo Yu. For this reason, other disciples have been confiscated. Now, only His Highness Mo Yu's life is bleak, and the God of War is willing to let go of his obsession."

Then turn to the topic.

"The Nine Levels of Heaven, His Royal Highness Mo Yu was born with a ninth-level immortal essence. At the age of three hundred, he saw through the Seven Levels of Heaven, and reached the realm of the unity of man and sword. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a genius. With His Highness Mo Yu in front of him, I don't know what kind of disciple can be in the eyes of God of War?"

"Needless to say, those who can enter the sect of the gods must come from 'five clans and twelve aristocratic families', and secondly, they must be good-natured and enlightened. Even if they are not as good as His Highness Mo Yu, they can't be much worse. Let's Forget about such a mediocre person."

Even though he said so, it is the dream of many disciples of the immortal race to enter the sect of the God of War and experience the soaring sword intent that towers over the sky and strikes the fourteen states of frost and cold.Everyone had a little bit of luck in their hearts.

After all, that is the only sword god in the Three Realms who has cultivated into the Upper God Realm for tens of thousands of years. Back then, he used Chi Xiao to wash the demon cave with blood, cut the head of the demon king Wentian, and saved the entire fairy race from the danger of destruction. People with thin noodles, who doesn't admire and yearn for it.

Unexpectedly, someone sneered at this time: "Worshiping the God of War as a teacher, you are worthy?"

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw two monks in purple fairy clothes appearing at the door of the school with their shoulders on their shoulders.A golden bell that can absorb aura hangs on the shoulders. On it sits a young man in a purple fairy robe, followed by two rows of monks. It's not like coming to class, but more like coming to fight.

"That's the eldest son of the Xuanyuan clan, Xuanyuan Feng?!"

"Why is he here too?"

This Xuanyuan Feng's reputation is obviously not very good. Just mentioning his name, everyone frowned in unison.

Not only because this person is a well-known playboy, but also because the Xuanyuan clan is notoriously domineering because of their in-law relationship with the Tian clan.

However, the Xuanyuan clan has been very powerful in recent years, and they have attracted countless monks and powerful monks, ranking first among the five great immortal clans. The other four clans and twelve aristocratic families are often bullied and oppressed.As young disciples in the clan, they had to bear with it no matter how uncomfortable they were with the bastard in front of them.

"Bastard" Xuanyuan Feng hung a spiritual sword that looked extraordinary at first sight on his waist, swaggered down his shoulders, looked like an ant, glanced around arrogantly, and then shamelessly announced: "This year, my son will occupy the number of disciples under the name of the God of War!" Now, if you are interested, you can choose someone else."

"Otherwise, don't blame the 'Golden Clothes Envoy' for visiting your homes one by one to greet you."

This is a blatant use of power to overwhelm others.

And he is the most shameless one who oppresses others with his father.

Because the so-called "Golden Clothes Envoys" are a group of minion monks raised by the Xuanyuan Clan, who are generally stronger than Yuanshen.These people have cultivated to the great realm through hundreds of years of hard work, except that their lifespan is limited by the sky, and their combat effectiveness is much stronger than that of the immortals who are born with immortal essence.

Xie Yiming said in a low voice: "I heard that this time the Xuanyuan family is determined to send this eldest son into the sect of the God of War. Brother Lian Huajun personally wrote the recommendation letter."

Zhaozhao's heart skipped a beat, and he pretended to ask casually, "Well, does God of War also read recommendation letters?"

"Naturally. The recommendation letter not only reflects the status of the family, but also the evidence of the disciple's character. For a god with a status like the God of War, of course it depends on the recommendation letter. Those like the Xuanyuan family who can win the recommendation letter from Lian Huajun already Winning at the starting point."

Zhao Zhao couldn't help feeling a little depressed.

If he had known that the situation was so severe, he should have forced Qilin Wang and his wife to get him a letter anyway.

However, with his bloodline here, it seemed impossible to win any valuable letters of recommendation.

Not long after, an immortal official came over and read to the teenagers the precepts and rules of the [-] states, as well as the classroom discipline and the courses to be studied in the future.In the end, a fairy slip was sent to everyone, and everyone was asked to write their favorite master candidates on it.

"Apprenticeship depends on the choice of both teachers and students... If you have a favorite candidate for apprenticeship, you can write your wishes on the fairy slips on your case. Later, I will order people to collect them and send them to the upper and middle gods. , In the palace of the gods. Afterwards, each palace will issue a specific assessment method, and of course some candidates will be screened out. Those who are screened out can choose another master to participate in the second assessment. If there is no target candidate, don’t worry about it. After the two-way selection of teachers and students is completed, the college will assign you masters who still have quotas."

But everyone knows that the one randomly assigned in the end must be the least popular master who was not chosen.So when the fairy official's speech was over, everyone immediately picked up their pens and rushed towards the fairy slips.

"After finishing writing, put the fairy slips face down on the desk."

"Write your own, don't spy on others, don't whisper..."

The fairy officials are still emphasizing the rules.

Sinan wrote the words "Bihuajun" on the top of the slip. Xie Yiming next to him saw it and was not very surprised. He just smiled and said, "I have heard that Bihuajun is cold and arrogant. Brother Sinan has prepared a letter of recommendation." ?”

Si Nan nodded, and saw that Xie Yiming wrote "Nan Shan Jun".

Xie Yiming took the initiative and said: "My uncle has some friendship with Mr. Nanshan, and he sent a letter to Mr. Nanshan directly before he came. Mr. Nanshan is gentle and gentle, and he should be more easy to get along with when he becomes a teacher in the future."

After finishing speaking, I sighed with melancholy: "Actually, I want to choose the God of Changyuan the most. However, my uncle said that the God of War is ruthless, and the criteria for selecting disciples must be extremely strict. In addition, there must be many disciples who will apply for the God of War this year. With my qualifications And personality, it is impossible to enter the eyes of the God of War. Alas, I don’t know who will stand out in the end and enter the school of the God of War.”

Lu Xinghe and Xie Yiming had discussed long ago that they would join the same monarch, and they also wrote "Nanshan Jun".

They were confident, and they were not in a hurry to fasten Jane. Seeing that Zhao Zhao, who was sitting side by side with Sinan, was still holding a pen, hesitating, he asked concerned: "Why? Zhao Zhao, haven't you decided which God to worship as your teacher? "

Zhao Zhao clutched the fairy slip, and said, "I'll think about it again."

Xie Yiming laughed: "Then think about it quickly, if it's too late, you'll have to pick up other people's leftovers."

Si Nan also encouraged in a gentle voice: "Let's write one first."

Zhao Zhao responded, quickly finished writing, and quickly withheld the bamboo slips.

Coincidentally, Xiantong came to this row to collect the Janes, and the others did not continue to ask Zhaozhao who wrote it.

After class, Xie Yiming, Lu Xinghe and several other children from the aristocratic family made an appointment to go to Nanshanjun's residence together. Sinan also took the Qilin Palace name card and the greeting letter from Qilin Wang and his wife, and ordered the steward to bring gifts, and planned to visit Zixia Palace Mr. Bihua.

Seeing that Zhaozhao was still sitting in his seat, Xie Yiming wondered, "Zhaozhao, aren't you going to visit Lord Bihua? Or did you also choose Lord Nanshan?"

Zhao Zhao and Si Nan have always been brothers.

Lu and Xie subconsciously thought that Zhaozhao would also worship Bihuajun or other gods as teachers.

Naturally, Zhao Zhao would not say that he was not ashamed to have a letter of recommendation.

Then he said vaguely: "I, I didn't sleep well last night, I was a little sleepy, I will go later, you go first."

**

After everyone dispersed, Zhao Zhaofang left the school to find someone to inquire about the direction and location of Xuexiao Palace.The little fairy official who helped him guide the way smiled meaningfully: "My little fairy friend, are you going to join Mr. Changyuan?"

The other party is a stranger, so Zhao Zhao nodded frankly.

The fairy official said: "Then little fairy friends have to work hard, there are quite a few disciples selected this year for Master Changyuan."

Zhaozhao thought to himself, of course I know, and I have made all the preparations.He said face-to-face: "I heard that your assessment criteria are very strict. My cultivation base is shallow and my family background is not good. I am afraid that I have no chance of winning at all. I will give it a random try and fill it with green leaves."

The fairy official smiled kindly and said: "You don't have to be so discouraged, little fairy friend. Although I don't know the specific assessment criteria for Mr. Zhang Yuan, if you are worried about family background, little fairy friend is really worried. The king chooses talents, and he always only pays attention to ability and Morality does not depend on family status. When the emperor commanded the heavenly soldiers to fight in all directions, most of the generals under his command were poor generals. Many immortal families were dissatisfied with the emperor's actions. They felt that the emperor deliberately suppressed the power of the family, and even wrote to the emperor. Think about it When selecting disciples, Your Majesty will not use family background as the only criterion for assessment, I heard that in the selection of teachers this time, many disciples from the weak and humble immortal clan have chosen you."

This is pretty much what Zhao Zhao expected.

Zhang Yuan was indeed the only one among the three gods who might not mind his origin.

Zhao Zhao took the reassurance pill, thanked the immortal official, took out two spirit stones from his sleeve, and stuffed them into the immortal official's hands, and wanted to inquire about Zhang Yuan's preferences.

But the fairy official returned the spirit stone to Zhaozhao, and said with a smile: "Mr. Changyuan lives in Xuexiao Palace all the year round. Except for important discussions in the state, being invited to go out to participate in the symposium, or when there are big monsters doing evil in the three realms, he almost never leaves the palace. .Speaking of which, I am not afraid of the jokes of my little fairy friend. I have been in the 3000 states for nearly [-] years, and I have only seen you three times. How can I know what you like. What's more, Lord Changyuan handles punishment in the three realms. As a servant , I don’t dare to accept the new disciple’s ‘gift’ under your lord’s nose.”

Zhaozhao could only bid farewell to the fairy officials and find the location of Xuexiao Palace.

After crossing mountains and rivers, making seven turns and eight turns, and finally saw the majestic palace standing on the top of the sky, Zhao Zhao's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help feeling a little passionate.But soon, Zhao Zhao lost his blood.

As the line of sight moved down, the thousand-zhang jade steps leading to Xuexiao Palace at the foot of the mountain were bustling like a vegetable market, full of people.

Zhao Zhao thought that there would be many competitors, but he didn't expect there to be so many.

With so many people robbing him of his master, how can he win!

Xuanyuan Feng was also sitting on that eye-catching shoulder chair, carried by the monks, and seemed to be in a bad mood.The other disciples tactfully stayed away and did not provoke him.

In order not to be really greeted by the "Golden Clothes Envoy" of the Xuanyuan Clan.

At this moment, there was a commotion in the crowd, and I saw a fairy official in white slowly stepping down the stone steps, and announced with a blank expression: "Your Majesty is ill today and cannot summon you all. Please go back."

"Then Your Majesty's assessment criteria..."

"Just wait patiently for the notification."

Everyone was very disappointed. The children from poorer backgrounds were okay. They were already prepared to return in vain. Some children from aristocratic families were used to being arrogant and domineering, so they couldn't help complaining in a low voice: "But we all prepared letters of recommendation, Your Majesty. Even if you don't see us, you should always look at the recommender and allow us to pass the letter in first."

Unexpectedly, the fairy official in white sneered.

"Then ask your recommenders to come over and see if they know that I have such a big face."

These words are extremely arrogant, but coming from Xuexiao Palace, it is really... nothing more normal.

The God of War, Chang Yuan, has made great achievements in battle and has shocked the three realms. He single-handedly picked up the lair of the demon clan. The demons and ghosts trembled when they heard his name. Some kind of person.

The few disciples realized that they had said something wrong, and they immediately fell silent, not daring to speak again.

It seemed that Xuanyuan Feng was about to explode on the spot, but probably because he was afraid of the other party's identity after all, he took the second best thing and vented his evil fire on the cultivator standing beside him.

He scolded fiercely: "Are you deaf, why are you still standing there stupidly, go back!"

Zhao Zhao is not disappointed, his biggest bargaining chip now is his face, now Zhang Yuan can't see his face at all, but what to do.

Forget it, you can only perform well in the introductory trials first, and then slowly figure it out.

**

In Fourteen States, disciples have to go through a trial before becoming a master, and according to the results of the trial, the disciples and the master will make double selections.Early the next morning, all the new disciples were called to gather in the square to participate in the first assessment—the illusion trial.

This is an illusion built by Fourteen States specially for the assessment of new disciples. It is filled with all kinds of monsters, ranging from low-level to medium-level and high-level. The task of all the disciples participating in the assessment is to find the monsters. The beast, kill it, and take its Yuandan.The grades of Yuan Dan are different, and the points obtained are also different. A low-level Yuan Dan is five points, a medium Yuan Dan is ten points, and a high-level Yuan Dan is [-] points.The time limit is two hours, and the technique is not limited.Disciples can give full play to their abilities.

Zhao Zhao entered the illusion together with the others, and not long after walking, he met a little demon.This is a wild boar essence, although its cultivation level is not high, but the pair of pig teeth on its nose are very sharp, Zhao Zhao took a lot of effort to take out the Yuan Dan.

Looking at the time, a moment has passed.

His cultivation base is not high, and his physical strength is also mediocre. According to this posture, even if the time wasted in searching for monsters is eliminated, in two hours, he can get at most eight yuan pills, which is only forty points.

If you want to get a high score, beating these small monsters is obviously not enough, and the middle monsters are thankless. The fastest way to score is to kill a big monster.

So when he encountered the little demon again, Zhao Zhao automatically avoided it and focused on looking for the big monster's trace.

The disciples don't know that all their performances in the illusion will be projected into the hall by the spirit realm for all gods, big and small, to watch.

As one of the three lords, Chang Yuan was directly dragged by the lord of the [-] states, Nanshan lord, to the spiritual realm to observe his disciples' trials.

Standing in front of the mirror is a woman with a tall cloud bun, wearing a cloud dress and a feather coat, her eyebrows are lightly swept away, her posture is elegant and arrogant, she is exactly Bi Huajun, one of the three gods.

Chang Yuan, dressed in black and wearing a jade crown, sat down on the couch with his robe lifted out of boredom. "What's so interesting about that."

Bi Huajun turned his head, looked at him for a moment, wanted to say something, but held back.

Nanshan Jun Yinyin: "Although the illusion test is simple, it can best test the intelligence, military strength and adaptability of the disciple. Since you have decided to accept disciples, you should naturally take a good look at them to see if there is any eye-catching. You can't even look at them." Look, is it possible that you have to choose blindly."

Zhang Yuan picked up a bowl of tea casually, lowered his eyes, and said lightly, "Who said I want to take in disciples?"

Nanshan Jun almost didn't come up in one breath, and said loudly: "What I said, you have to accept it this year, or you have to accept it if you don't accept it! Mo Yu has been in a coma for hundreds of years. If he can't wake up in this life, you will You will not accept other apprentices for the rest of your life? You are a god anyway, how can you not have someone around you who can talk to relieve boredom and take care of daily life? Don't tell me that you are counting on Sanskrit, even Sanskrit already has a Taoist companion, if it is not for taking care of you , I’m afraid my son will be hugged. Besides, no matter how thoughtful the servants are, they can’t compare to the caring disciples who teach them by hand.”

Zhang Yuan couldn't help but think, with such an old woman obsessed with recruiting disciples, the future of Fourteen Prefectures might be in jeopardy.

So the tone became more casual: "It's no use breaking your throat, if you don't accept it, you won't accept it."

"If you don't accept it, you have to accept it! As a god, it is your unshirkable responsibility and obligation to preach and teach, and to cultivate future pillars and successors for the fairy world. Although the successors are temporarily lying down, the pillars must continue to be cultivated!"

"What's more, there are countless gods big and small in the Three Realms, but the sword god can't appear for tens of thousands of years. Are you going to let the sword god's line be cut off because of your own personal affection?"

Mr. Nan Shan acted both hard and soft, and after finishing his ruthless words, he directly pulled people up: "Just come over and take a look. I promise, seeing these young, promising and energetic faces, you will definitely feel the joy and joy of raising a disciple." A sense of mission and a sense of honor as a master."

Zhang Yuan lazily raised his eyelids, and swept into the mirror.

At the moment in the mirror, there is a jungle wrapped in black air. At first glance, some kind of monster with profound spiritual power is lurking. A young man in a light-colored fairy robe is running in the forest with a sword in one hand and a formula in the other. The hair tie was blown high by the wind.

The boy looked only 13 years old, his skin was as white as snow, his eyes were as clear as amber, his indescribably beautiful and agile, people could not help but think of some kind of little beast that had not fully enlightened, and a small peach blossom mole at the end of his eye was even more burning. People are very eye-catching.

Zhang Yuan's gaze paused.

Nanshan Jun looked complacent: "Look, how about this little guy? If you really can't let Mo Yu go, it's just a thought to take this little guy under the door, isn't it?"

After Zhang Yuan shook his head, he realized that this little thing actually looked like this.

He had already entered the magic mirror, and after a moment of distraction, he sensed the familiar fairy essence and the familiar...milk scent on the young man.That day in the foggy forest, it wasn't this cruel little thing who didn't give him medicine, fed him pig food, stuck magic charms on him, and pushed him out of the car like a meat shield.

Even though she has a face similar to her lover's, the inner core is much different.

Zhang Yuan clasped the teacup and remained silent for a moment.

Mr. Nanshan made a conclusion in his heart: there is something going on.

Sure enough, in these years, only Mo Yu is the deepest bond and concern in this guy's heart.