Cultivate the ruthless way for him

There is no other better way right now.

"Then thank you, Your Highness."

"My little son looks... the situation is really not good."

Lingshu carried Zhaozhao on his back, and followed Huaibi to Fanghua Garden next to Daoxin Hall.

Huaibi is an honored guest, so naturally the fourteen prefectures cannot entertain the prince of the dragon clan in the same way as ordinary guests, so the residences arranged are also first-class.

Huaibi asked Lingshu to put Zhaozhao on his bed, and ordered his attendants to fetch the elixir.

The priests of the Dragon Clan on the side were secretly surprised, how elegant and noble his highness is usually, and he is the most particular about basic necessities of life, not to mention letting outsiders sleep in his own bed, even the utensils used by others, he will never touch them again. Why would he treat a little demon so differently.

Is it because the other party is a disciple of God of War?

It shouldn't be.

The old priest's eyes could not help but fall on the boy on the bed.Zhao Zhao's ponytail hairband has been untied, the young man's skin is like porcelain, and his black hair is spread out on the pillow like satin, lining a small white and delicate face in the middle, with a small peach blossom mole at the end of his eye, especially alluring.

As an old priest who has seen countless people, he also has to sigh.

Truly a beauty.

Could it be... His Highness fell in love with this little demon?Do you intend to bring this little demon into your palace?

After all, His Royal Highness has reached the age of marriage, but these years he has assumed the position of the crown prince, and he has been busy with the affairs of the dragon clan. Declined politely on the grounds of being busy.

It would be good if His Highness himself could find one of them.

However, as the most noble bloodline of the ancient dragon lineage, the Dragon Clan attaches great importance to bloodlines.

The disciples in the clan have always only married other god clans.His Highness is the crown prince, not to mention, ordinary protoss may not be compatible, and it is very likely that he will marry a woman from the heavenly clan as the crown prince in the future.This little demon is as beautiful as she is beautiful, and her status is really inferior, I am afraid it is difficult to even have a decent status.

How can this be good?

The old priest has already started worrying about himself by relying on his brain.

Here, Huai Bi is observing Zhao Zhao's situation.

"How could he be so physically exhausted?"

Huai Bi withdrew her hand and asked Lingshu very unexpectedly.

Under normal circumstances, even if a disciple enters the Heavenly Dao Trial, even if he is trapped for a longer period of time, his spiritual power will not be exhausted to such an extent.

This is almost close to the state of "spiritual energy exhaustion".

If there is a little carelessness, the inner palace will be exhausted, the pill will be destroyed and people will die, and they will die in the way of heaven.

Lingshu could only tell the truth about the situation.

"My little son, just broke through the first level of realm the day before yesterday, and entered the heaven again the next day without fully recovering his physical strength..."

It turned out to be the case.

It is indeed a very dangerous behavior.

Huai Bi wanted to probe Zhaozhao's pulse again, but as soon as he touched the young man's arm, the young man moaned like a small animal, and withdrew his hand, not letting him touch it.

Huai Bi thinks it's cute.

The cool dragon immortal yuan comforted him, and pulled Zhaozhao's arm over to take a look, only to find that the skin under the boy's cuffs was covered with bloody cuts of various shades. And know.

No wonder it hurts too much to let him touch.

The old dragon priest behind also gasped: "How did you get hurt like this?"

Lingshu also made his eyes sore, don't look too far.

Huaibi asked Zhaozhao what way to cultivate, and Lingshu answered the way of swordsmanship.

"No wonder. The way of swordsmanship is indeed more difficult than other ways, but Gu also rarely sees people hurting himself like this. This little guy is too hard."

"Ah Weng, go get that bottle of Ambergris Pill."

The priest was taken aback.

"Didn't His Highness specially bring that to His Highness Ye Heng? It's precious."

Huai Bi said: "Ah Heng can't use it all by himself, go and get it."

"Yes."

The old priest quickly fetched an exquisite white jade bottle, and Huaibi poured out a light blue, pearl-sized pill that exuded a strong ambergris fragrance from it, and gave it to Zhao Zhao.

Zhaozhao's wrinkled nose slowly unfolded.

"It's made from Qinglong's ambergris. It has the best analgesic effect, and it can also repair wounds in the inner palace. You can't find this medicine in ordinary places. Even your lord may not have it."

Lingshu was grateful: "Thank you, Your Highness."

"You are Welcome."

"What is this?"

Huai Bi notices a scale protruding from Zhao Zhao's chest.

Lingshu didn't know the inside story, but only knew that the cheap young master of his family treasured this thing very much, and said: "It seems that it was given by an old friend of the young master."

Scales are dragons.

Huai Bi understands it all too well, it's just the scales—obviously not ordinary scales.

Huai Bi had a vague guess in his mind, so he took the scale out of Zhao Zhao's chest and robe, and put it in his palm for a closer look.

The scales are worn with red strings, with a faint layer of silver light.

Others couldn't see the mystery, but as the prince of the Dragon Clan, Huai Bi saw the special runes hidden in the silver light at a glance.

Sure enough, it was an ancient illusion - Soul Breath.

After the death of a person, inject a ray of remnant thoughts into a specific carrier, let this ray of remnant thoughts replace oneself, and protect the people around you.

After all, it is an illusion, and the time for remnants to remain is limited, at most 300 years.

After 300 years, the remnants will disappear together with the carrier. At that time, time, the best medicine, should have washed away all the pain.People around you will no longer be overly saddened by losing themselves.

To put it bluntly, this is a white lie, a spell of deceit.

It is also a kind of magic against the sky.

When a person dies, his soul is destroyed, it is a remnant, and it should no longer exist in the world.

This kind of spell has disappeared for a long time, not only because it requires extremely high mana for the caster, but also because the caster has to sacrifice part of the soul as the price.

The person who gave this little guy the scales was well-intentioned.

I don't know which expert it is.

I'm afraid it was because he was afraid that this little guy would be too sad, so he went against the law of heaven and used this forbidden technique.

Chang Yuan discovered that Zhao Zhao had not returned home for four consecutive nights, and it was the next morning.

"Didn't you come back last night?"

"Yes."

Fanyin was also surprised: "My subordinates sent someone to look at the Siguo Hall, not only the young master is not there, but even the attendant coffin next to the young master is also gone."

"Young master used to go to heaven for trials, except for one time when he accidentally fell asleep and only came out for five days and five nights. In the past, he only stayed inside for three days at most."

Zhang Yuan frowned.

"Has he entered the heaven again?"

"Yes... Four days ago in the morning, someone saw the young master at the entrance of the Heavenly Dao."

"Did anyone see him come out?"

"No. But it may be that the young master came out late, so no one saw him."

This little thing is getting bolder and bolder.

Zhang Yuan pressed the throbbing veins on his forehead, and took out something from his sleeve: "Take my jade tablet and go to the Heavenly Dao to verify it."

"Subordinates obey."

Sanskrit did not dare to delay, took it respectfully, and strode away immediately.

The sanskrit sound was quickly verified, and there was no obvious trace in the heaven.

Zhang Yuan frowned.

If you are not in the Hall of Thoughts, or in the Dao of Heaven, where else can you go.

"What about the school?"

Sanskrit voice: "There is no morning class arrangement in the school today."

"Where are the disciples who are on good terms with him on weekdays?"

"I've asked them all, but none of them have seen the young master. Young Master Sinan of Qilin Palace heard that the young master was missing, so he was very anxious, and asked his subordinates to inform him of the news."

Just as he was talking, Xiantong reported outside: "Your Majesty, Mr. Fuying is asking to see you."

Now Liu Fuying is regarded as an official disciple of Xuexiao Palace, but every time he comes back to Xueyang Palace, this little son from a family still follows the rules, he must be notified before entering the palace, and only enter after getting permission.

Liu Fuying came to deliver breakfast to Zhang Yuan.

"This is the lotus flower cake made by Fuying herself. Fuying learned it from her mother. Her mother was born in the south of the Yangtze River. She likes to eat this cake. She often praises that it is soft and delicious. It is perfect for breakfast."

"Master protected His Highness last night. He stayed up all night. He must be hungry. Why don't you eat some lotus cakes?"

Liu Fuying sat on her knees in front of the food table, and placed a plate of delicate lotus-shaped pastries in front of Chang Yuan.

Chang Yuan's eyes fell, and he couldn't help but think of another lotus cake.

Frowning, he ordered Sanskrit: "Take someone to look for it in other places. The fourteen prefectures are so big, can he still fly with wings?"

"Yes."

Sanskrit saw that the emperor was already a little angry, so he didn't dare to say anything more.

Liu Fuying looked at the whole piece of pastry on the plate, and her hands hidden in her sleeves couldn't help tightening, and said: "Is it because the king accepted Fuying as a disciple, which made the young master unhappy, so the young master left home?" Running away? It's all Fuying's fault, for not handling the relationship with the young master well."

Sanskrit frowned.

This little Mr. Liu, opened his mouth and said what happened to the little Mr. running away from home?

Are you afraid that your lord is not angry enough?