Cultivate the ruthless way for him

Changyuan will return late at night.

"Your Majesty."

The fairy official bowed his head and saluted, pointing inside in fear and embarrassment.

Since entering the trial of the Dao of Heaven, the young master sneaked into the king's bed to sleep every now and then, taking advantage of the fact that the immortal officials were not paying attention.

Today he just went out to get something, and the young master slipped in again with the quilt in his arms.

Zhang Yuan was obviously used to this kind of thing, he waved his hand to let the immortal official back down.

When I arrived at the inner hall, I saw that I wrapped myself up tightly like a young rabbit, curled up into a ball, occupying a small space in the inner side, and was sleeping soundly.

A head of black hair spread out on the pillow like silk and satin, with a straight nose bridge, delicate and white skin like snow balls, dense and long eyelashes curled upwards slightly, trembling slightly, glowing with fragments of light under the lamplight.

The young man's snow-white forehead was covered with sweat, his fingers tightly clutched the corner of the quilt, and his nose was slightly wrinkled, as if he was enduring something extremely unpleasant.

It seems that he has just come out of the Heavenly Dao Refining Realm again.

This delicate little thing.

He didn't expect that he would choose the way of the sword in the end.

As a result, every time the trial ended, he would pester him to act coquettishly and cry out for pain.

Either way.

Although the way of swordsmanship is a bit bitter, compared with other ways, it can grind people's mind the most.

I just hope that this little thing can focus on the right way in the future, and stop thinking about those crooked ideas when things happen.

In fact, Zhang Yuan didn't have much confidence in the fact that the cheap apprentice finally cultivated the way of the sword and entered the realm of the gods by means of the way of the sword.

What Zhang Yuan thought was, it doesn't matter, even if it really fails in the end, there is still a chance to choose another path.

"Your Majesty."

The fairy official came in to prepare the bath soup, glanced at Zhao Zhao who was sleeping soundly, and asked, "Do you need your subordinates to wake up the young master?"

Zhang Yuan was silent, and said, "That's all."

At first, it's not that he didn't think about driving this little thing away.He was born with a sword heart, and he never liked to have close contact with people. Even when Mo Yu needed to live in the palace because of his cultivation, he used another small couch, so naturally he couldn't tolerate one more person on the bed.Unexpectedly, although this little thing didn't cry or make trouble on the surface, he hugged the quilt and slept all night at the gate of Xueyang Palace.

A few times later, it was still the same.

There was a heavy rainy night, the boy lay directly in the cold rain and slept all night unconsciously.On the second day, it was so cold that I suffered from the wind and cold.

He couldn't resist this little thing, and finally let go.

Since then, the little thing has become more and more unscrupulous and aggressive, as long as the trial is over, he will come to Xueyang Hall with the quilt in his arms and cuddle him to sleep together.

Same as today.

Zhang Yuan went to take a bath and change clothes.

When he came back, he saw Zhao Zhao who was sleeping soundly, hugging the quilt, hanging his head, sitting on the bed sobbing.

The boy had obviously been crying for a while, he was only wearing a thin snow robe, his black hair fell to his waist like a waterfall, his eyes were red, like a little rabbit who had been wronged by the sky.

"Master!"

Seeing Zhang Yuan coming out, Zhao Zhao immediately ran out of bed with his shoes on, and hugged Master Cheap's waist tightly.

Sobbing and clapping, crying even more sadly.

Zhang Yuan bowed his head: "What's wrong?"

Probably because he had just finished taking a bath, his voice was lower than usual.

Zhao Zhao didn't make a sound, just buried his face in Zhang Yuan's arms, and hugged Master Cheap's waist even more tightly.

The collar of Zhang Yuan's robe was still open.

In this way, the boy's tears and snot were all on him without any hindrance.

Zhang Yuan was already numb, looked at the overly delicate little thing in his arms, and asked, "Where is the injury?"

"It's everywhere."

"It hurts everywhere."

The young man mumbled in a low voice.

The crying is much smaller.

Zhao Zhao actually had a nightmare.

I dreamed of the day when Master left again.

Ever since he returned from Fenghui Town, he has suffered from severe hallucinatory sequelae.

In the beginning, he repeated the same dream all night and night, the most frightening and least willing to face the scene in the bottom of his heart, was reproduced and magnified again and again, and Zhao Zhao's spirit was almost on the verge of collapse.

Later, he hardly dared to close his eyes or turn off the lights at night.

After staying up for several days and nights, he fell ill again with a nervous breakdown.

Later, he found a cure for insomnia and this strange mental illness - falling asleep looking at Chang Yuan's face.

The immortal officials of Xueyang Palace wouldn't let him in, so he tried to sneak in behind their backs.

Zhang Yuan wanted to drive him out, so he hugged the quilt and slept at the entrance of Xueyang Hall.

Zhaozhao knew that he was suffering from some kind of weird mental illness, and if he didn't cure it, he would die.

With the continuous improvement of the state of no situation, he can vaguely feel that the emotional fetters suppressed by no situation during the day will break through the flesh and blood like a vine with poisonous thorns at night, and grab every part of his heart. Small gaps, crazy growth, spread, counterattack.

Zhaozhao didn't understand what was going on. At first, he thought it was something wrong with his own cultivation method. Later, he searched some books about Wuqing Dao cultivation from Zangshuge, and finally realized that this was a common occurrence in the early stage of Wuqing Dao cultivation. symptoms.Because the ruthless way requires people to "cut off lust", and the seven emotions and six desires are deeply rooted in every person's flesh and blood. To practice the ruthless way is to use the "power of heaven" to remove these emotions and desires from the body bit by bit. the process of.

But people are born with a muddy body of flesh and blood, and the human heart is made of flesh. Human nature is to pursue love and desire, so in the process of cultivation, I realized that the cold and ruthless sharp knife of "ruthless way" wanted to gouge out my precious life. People will instinctively make fierce resistance.

Then came daytime practice, Wuqing Dao relies on the power of heaven to seal people's seven emotions and six desires little by little.

At night, without the shackles of the power of heaven, the suppressed emotions and desires will not be reconciled to perish from the master's body, they will scramble to emerge, tied by the deepest emotion in the master's heart, severely stimulating the master's spirit, the primordial spirit , so that the owner can't bear to give them up.

This is where nightmares come from.

After finding the root cause, Zhao Zhao began to search for a solution.

The reason why he was infested by illusions and nightmares was not only the low level of cultivation, the natural resistance of the seven emotions and six desires in his body against the ruthless situation, but also because deep down in his heart, he was afraid of "may forget Master".

Lust will capture this fear and continue to torment him in the form of nightmares, as a weapon to defeat him, let him break through, and finally give up the ruthless way of cultivation.

Since he dared to practice the way of ruthlessness, how could he succumb to this stumbling block.

At first, Zhaozhao slept with Master's portrait in his arms at night to ward off inner fear.

Afterwards the portrait didn't work either.

Zhao Zhao thought of Zhang Yuan, a living, breathing, and walking "medicine" with a ready-made cheap master by his side, so why would he foolishly hold the portrait.

On the first night of sleeping with Chang Yuan in his arms, Zhao Zhao did not have any more nightmares for the first time.

I don't know if it's because the cheap master's face really filled his longing for the master and the fear of "losing the master", or because the high level of cultivation in the God Realm of Changyuan upper suppressed the "evil spirit" that was about to move in his body.

Anyway, whatever the reason.

Cheap Master is the best medicine that can cure his illness and appease his turbulent spiritual world.

With this good medicine, he doesn't have to suffer from nightmares every night, and he can practice more focused and improve his realm.

When his situationless state is upgraded to a higher level and can completely suppress the emotional desire in his body, he will no longer need to take medicine.

The robe on the chest has been wetted by the little thing's snot bubbles.

Zhang Yuan had a slight headache and said, "I'll ask Sanskrit to get you some trauma medicine."

"Need not."

Like a young kitten, he rubbed against him.

Curling the tip of the invisible little tail, softly said: "Master hugs, it won't hurt."

Zhao Zhao naturally did not dare to let Zhang Yuan discover his injuries.

The wounds caused by Wu Situ are not at the same level as swordsmanship, and the cheap master's eyes are so vicious, you can definitely see it at a glance.

He is still not sure how many levels his ruthless way can be cultivated.

The ruthless way is not the way to cultivate the cheap master. The ruthless way requires the severance of love, which naturally includes cutting off the love for the cheap master.Many immortal sects don't want their disciples to choose the path of ruthlessness, not only because it is too hard to practice in the path of ruthlessness, but also because it is ruthless, and it is only beneficial to the disciple's personal practice. , of no practical benefit.As Liu Wenkang said, when a disciple has no feelings for the master, he sees no difference between the master and other living beings, and when necessary, he will draw his sword against the master without hesitation.

The cheap master is so small-minded, if he knows that he has majored in the ruthless way without authorization, he doesn't know how he will react.

The most important thing is that he didn't really intend to practice the ruthless way, but used the ruthless way as a springboard to use the small loopholes in the way of heaven to rush to the way of swordsmanship.

Master Cheap has always disliked him using such "crazy" shortcuts, and if he knew that he was planning such a small plan, he would definitely not let him off lightly.

It's better to keep it a secret for now, and when he finally enters the way of the sword and fulfills the lie, just pretend nothing happened.

See, even at this time, he is still calculating.

"The spirit pivot has given me medicine."

Fearing that Zhang Yuan would persist, Zhao Zhao added in a low voice.

Zhang Yuan still asked Sanskrit to send some Qingxin Pills.

This pill has an analgesic effect, Zhao Zhao liked it very much, so he obediently took one and put it in his mouth.

Because the newly changed robes were soiled and his body was not spared, Chang Yuan had no choice but to go in again to take a bath and change clothes.

Zhao Zhao has already wrapped her bear quilt again, rolled to the innermost part, very consciously leaving space outside, watching Chang Yuan's movements with her dark eyes open.

Cheap Master has a really good figure.

Cheap master's hair is really smooth.

Cheap master's profile is really pretty.

If ice and snow.

Ruo Hanyu.

Exactly the same as the master.

Zhang Yuan naturally found the little thing staring at him from behind, and he didn't bother to pay attention to him. After changing into his nightgown, he lay down.

Just touched the pillow.

Immediately, another small fireball stuck to the side.

Zhang Yuan couldn't help but take a deep breath and raised his eyebrows.

"let go."

"If you are disobedient again, I will ask Sanskrit to send you back."

The little thing felt aggrieved and relaxed a little.

"Master."

"Can you stop accepting Liu Fuying as an apprentice?"

In the dark night.

Only the luminous pearl on the case exudes a faint light.

Zhaozhao spoke cautiously, with some pleading.

Mo Yu is about to wake up, neither Zhang Yuan nor the Tian Clan can turn a blind eye to Liu's contribution, Tian Jun specially sent envoys to the Liu Mansion in Xizhou to ask Liu Jing what reward he wants.As long as the Celestial Clan can give, they will do their best to realize it.

The Liu family doesn't want any other rewards, only one wish.

I hope Liu Fuying, the youngest son of the Liu family, can enter Xuexiao Palace, worship Chang Yuan as his teacher, and stay in Fourteen Prefectures to study art.

This request is reasonable and not out of line.

Neither Xuexiao Palace nor the Celestial Clan could find a reason to refuse.

Therefore, this event represents a common reward from the Celestial Clan and Xuexiao Palace. Tomorrow, Xuexiao Palace will hold a grand apprentice acceptance ceremony.

Chang Yuan will officially give Liu Fuying a jade medal, and accept Liu Fuying as a disciple.