Cultivate the ruthless way for him

"Your Majesty."

The sun had just risen, and the mist had not completely cleared away. A black figure slowly walked out of the depths of the cold mist-shrouded Tangchi.

Naturally, the Tangchi in Beichen Immortal Mansion cannot be compared with Xuexiao Palace, but it is also a good place for healing.

Zhang Yuan was only wearing a black robe embroidered with lotus patterns, his black hair was loosely hanging, his face was covered with a rare silver mask, no matter his fingers or the exposed corner of his jaw, they were all pale and sickly.

Zhang Yuan would wear such a silver mask only when the old injury was extremely serious.

However, what worries Uncle Yun even more at this moment is the scene that just happened by the Tangchi.

That young master actually knocked out the immortal officials under His Majesty's seat, and even stole the jade box where His Majesty's sealed letter was stored.Shot neatly, without sloppy.

Zhang Yuan stood silently by the edge of the soup pond, his sleeves flapping in the wind, not knowing what he was thinking.

Uncle Yun tentatively asked: "Do you want this subordinate to wake up Immortal Fanyin first?"

"No need."

"Let's change clothes."

"Yes." Uncle Yun didn't dare to say anything more, he said respectfully, and hurriedly took the regular clothes he had prepared in advance and came over.

Chang Yuan went straight back to the east side hall.

Zhao Zhao had just finished taking a bath, and was sitting on a wicker chair, with Si Nan helping her to dry her hair.

The boy's black hair was thick and long, smooth as satin, the same as those two crow-feather-like eyelashes.At this moment, she was obediently and quietly lying on the wicker chair, her black eyes half closed.

Hearing the movement, Zhao Zhao opened his eyes.

Zhang Yuan came over, took the towel from Si Nan, and said, "Let me come."

"Yes."

Si Nan stepped aside, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Your Majesty's old injury..."

"It's okay."

Even so, Si Nan's eyes did not hide worry.

Others don't understand, but he knows why Zhang Yuan's old injuries have occurred so frequently and seriously these years.

Zhao Zhao also saw that Chang Yuan's face was covered with a mask.

This silver mask brought back many memories for him, Zhao Zhao asked, "Is Master's old injury serious?"

Chang Yuan shook his head.

Gently gathered the boy's black hair with the palm of his hand, stretched out the towel, wiped it from the top of the hair, and said: "It's an old problem, it's okay."

"I'm still sick, why do I suddenly want to take a bath?"

This time it was Sinan who answered: "After Zhaozhao took the Exorcism Pill, he sweated a lot and got a little fever. His body was so sticky and greasy. I wanted to scrub it off, so I prepared some medicinal baths for him."

Zhang Yuan stretched out his hand and put it on Zhao Zhao's forehead, it was indeed a little hot.

The young man's hair did indeed exude a faint medicinal fragrance.

Zhang Yuan was silent, and said: "Since you have a fever, let's postpone returning to Fourteen States for a day."

This is indeed the result Zhao Zhao wanted.

It's just that Zhao Zhao didn't expect Zhang Yuan to make a decision so easily.

Zhao Zhaochi asked: "Will this delay Master's affairs?"

"will not."

"There is nothing more important than your safety right now."

Zhao Zhao nodded, and after a while, said, "Thank you, Master."

Lunch is served directly in the east hall.

Zhang Yuan directly asked Uncle Yun to support Zhang Xiaoan in front of the bed, and made some light and delicious soups.

Zhao Zhao leaned on the bed and ate half a bowl of surimi soup. He seemed to have a good appetite. Seeing that Zhang Yuan was still wearing a silver mask, only drinking tea and not eating, he also put down the bowl and asked, "Master's mask can't be taken off." Is it?"

Zhang Yuan fiddled with the tea bowl, his wide sleeves fluttered, and said in an ordinary tone, "I can't pick it up yet."

"You eat your own, don't care about the master."

Zhao Zhao said: "I'm not afraid, Master, take it off, otherwise it will be inconvenient to eat."

"Besides, I have also seen the mark of Master."

When he was in Xuexiao Palace, Zhaozhao heard from Sanskrit that Chang Yuan had to wear a silver mask every time his old injury flared up, because he was afraid that the mark on his forehead would scare people.But when he had just slipped into the soup pond at the back of Xuexiao Palace, he had seen the red mark by mistake.There should be no need for Zhang Yuan to avoid him.

Zhang Yuan paused, probably recalling the past years, and then smiled.

"Master is not hungry."

"You eat well, if there is anything else you want to eat, just ask Uncle Yun to do it."

Zhang Yuan did not pick it up.

Zhao Zhao didn't insist anymore, after eating, he obediently helped Uncle Yun put away the bowl, and then lay down to take a nap.

Chang Yuan sat by the bed and watched for a while. When Zhao Zhao fell asleep, he raised his head and helped Zhao Zhao gently wipe off the new sweat on his forehead. The west side hall separated by ten feet.

**

Sinan is already waiting in the west hall.

Seeing Zhang Yuan coming in, he immediately said: "Let me help you apply the needle."

Zhang Yuan nodded, and sat on the couch by the window.

Si Nan closed the doors and windows, returned to the couch, Zhang Yuan had already removed the silver mask from his face, and put it on the table.

The imprint that was originally erected on the forehead, shaped like a blood moon, was burning violently at this moment, and the blood flames and black flames were entangled together, almost filling most of the young emperor's face.

Sinan almost tremblingly took out the silver needle.

Zhang Yuan rolled up his cuffs, revealing a pale arm, the sunlight came in through the window, and even the flying dust was clearly illuminated.If you look carefully, you can see that the arm is covered with dense needle holes.

Si Nan skillfully pricked the silver needles along the meridians on the arm one by one.

Chang Yuan's face remained unmoved, the heart-breaking pain lurking in the depths of the meridian inner mansion, like countless steel needles stirring together, did not set off the slightest storm on his face.

Zhang Yuan asked: "How effective is the medicine?"

Si Nan knew that what he was asking about was the efficacy of the magic pill.

He hurriedly said: "It's already slowly taking effect, but Zhaozhao's back injury lasted too long, and a forbidden technique was set up deep in his wound to suppress the devilish energy. To completely pull out all the devilish energy, a pill Far from enough."

Zhang Yuan nodded, and didn't ask anything else.

Si Nan was tormented in his heart, and said, "Why doesn't your lord let me tell Zhao Zhao about this?"

All fourteen prefectures, including his master Bi Hua, thought that in order to develop the magic pill, he was so insane that he would not hesitate to attract the devil's energy into his body, self-destruct his body, and self-destruct his cultivation.However, it was Zhang Yuan, the high god of war, who really attracted the demonic energy into his body to test the efficacy of the medicine for him.

Demonic energy, the most resentful and evil energy in the world is condensed.

Allowing the devilish energy to remain in the body for many years will not only devour the immortal essence of the inner palace, but will also devour the will of the person.It is not ordinary people who can bear it, let alone him who has been weak since childhood.

Si Nan can see that Zhao Zhao has entered the ruthless way after not seeing him for a hundred years, his temperament and mind have changed drastically, and his relationship with Chang Yuan's master and apprentice looks the same as before, but in fact they are much more alienated.

Zhao Zhao always thought it was his elder brother who was testing the medicine, and was very grateful to him.After taking the medicine this morning, I also specially thanked him, and gave him several demon pills for him to replenish his body.

Zhaozhao also wanted to help him absorb the devilish energy in his body.

He excused it by saying that "the devil's energy has been cleared".Zhao Zhao still persisted in exploring his inner palace, and only after confirming that there was no devil energy in his body did he feel relieved.

Si Nan was tormented, he wanted to tell Zhao Zhao the truth, and he wanted to improve the master-student relationship between Zhao Zhao and Chang Yuan.Ever since he knew the truth about the wound, Sinan realized that Zhao Zhao had been living very badly in Qilin Palace. up.Si Nan didn't tell this matter without authorization, one is because of Zhang Yuan's instructions, and the other is because Zhao Zhao is now practicing the ruthless way, and the most taboo is to be affected by the seven emotions and six desires.Zhaozhao's heart is in Zhang Yuan, if he speaks out about this matter rashly, he doesn't know how it will affect Zhaozhao.

Chang Yuan sat under the window, his complexion was snow-white, and his expression was more indifferent than usual.

After a long while, he said: "The safety of my lord is related to the Three Realms, and it is not my lord's safety, so there is no need to say more."

Over the years, Sinan developed the Demon Transformation Pill, and he also learned a lot about the inside story of the war between immortals and demons. He vaguely knew that the death of the demon king Wentian and the destruction of the Ten Thousand Demon Cave were not as simple as recorded in the orthodox immortal history.

Even if Zhang Yuan is the god of war, can he really wipe out the entire devil's lair with one person and one sword?If true, what price was paid for it.

Simon didn't dare to think deeply.

After administering the needle, he took out the decoction prepared in advance and asked Chang Yuan to take it, then Sinan left.

Not long after, Uncle Yun came in.

Chang Yuan put on the silver mask again, and asked: "How?"

Uncle Yun was extremely conflicted in his heart, but he could only tell the truth: "After your majesty left, the young master woke up, first he said he was thirsty, and asked his subordinates to fetch some honey water, and then he asked his subordinates for books. About the key in the cabinet."

After Zhang Yuan heard this, his eyes were as deep as an abyss, and he didn't react much, and asked, "How did you answer?"

"The subordinate followed your majesty's instructions and said that the key has always been kept by your majesty."

After finishing speaking, Uncle Yun took out a bronze-colored key glowing with spiritual light from his sleeve, and presented it to Chang Yuan.

Chang Yuan put it in his sleeve and said: "I know, let's step back."

"Yes."

Uncle Yun sighed in his heart, and left the hall respectfully.

After Zhang Yuan finished drinking a cup of tea unhurriedly, Fang got up, left the west side hall, and went to the other end of the corridor.

Zhaozhao waited in the hall until evening, when the dusk fell, Zhang Yuan still did not come back, so he could only get out of bed with his shoes on, and asked Uncle Yun: "Where did Master go?"

Uncle Yun then said that he was going to Shuge.

Zhaozhao pursed the corners of his lips, and said, "I'll go find Master."

Uncle Yun looked at the boy's back, his Adam's apple rolled, and wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.

As a subordinate, what can he say?

The bookstore was dim, with only one light on.

Zhang Yuan sat behind the desk, holding a scroll in his hand to read.The light and shadow of the candlelight poured on the silver surface, haloing a faint layer of streamer.

"Master."

The door was ajar, and Zhao Zhao walked in sideways.

The boy's black hair was untied and naturally hung down to his waist, but half a red hairband was tied at the end of his hair. His eyes were as black as jewels, bright and beautiful.

Chang Yuan put down the book and asked, "Why don't you rest in the hall?"

Zhao Zhao said: "I miss Master."

This is straightforward.

Zhang Yuan was silent for a while.Zhao Zhao had already walked over, walked around the case very naturally, and straddled his lap.

The young man's arms were warm and soft, as white as snow, and in this posture, through the robe, he stretched out his arms to hug his waist, and whispered: "I miss Master."

Such an intimate action is no longer enough to be described as bold.

Zhang Yuan's thoughts were empty, and he returned to a hundred years ago in an instant.

At that time, this boy did something wrong, or didn't finish his homework, or failed in his training, and he always liked to hug his waist and pester him to act coquettishly.

He always thought that this little thing was attached to him and couldn't do without him, that's why he dared to make all kinds of intimacy.Later, after being entangled with him for a long time, it was inevitable to develop a lot of defensiveness.

however……

Zhang Yuan said softly: "Master just needs to deal with some official duties."

Zhao Zhao glanced around.

"What business has to be done at night."

"Just now I clearly saw Master flipping through the book."

Zhang Yuan said: "It's not a big deal, it's just a little tricky."

"But what should I do if I miss Master?"

The boy's eyelashes were dense and long, he raised his head slightly, stared at him without blinking, and asked.

Like a bewitching little fox.

However, Zhang Yuan caught a glimpse of the coldness that was deliberately concealed under the shrewd eyes.

Zhang Yuan felt a chill in his heart, and at the same time felt a monstrous heat wave rolling and colliding between the meridians, he asked in a low voice: "What do you think of Master?"

"I think."

The boy paused.

Suddenly, his eyelashes trembled, and he leaned over and pressed down.

"I think, take a sip of Master's immortal essence."

There was a bang in Zhang Yuan's head, and his thin lips were covered by two pieces of cold softness.

The dim candlelight suddenly turned into soft and hazy spring water, gently stroking spring flowers, spring trees, and spring fruits, nourishing all living things that are growing.

"Isn't God lonely? It's just that you haven't experienced the feeling of intimacy and being with you day and night, so you feel that all the feelings in the world are vain. When you experience it, you will know that there is a caring person." It's such a happy and interesting thing to have the little guy by my side."

"So, if you want to have an interesting life, you still have to take in apprentices and form a Taoist couple."

"Chang Yuan, sooner or later, you will understand."

Mr. Nanshan's long-winded and inappropriate tone echoed in his ears, Zhang Yuan used to think it was bullshit, and laughed it off.But at this moment, he couldn't help but think about that sentence repeatedly.

"Won't God be lonely?"

He is a born god, he is used to looking down on all beings, and he is also used to seeing the ups and downs of the years. If he hadn't watched that little thing fall off a high cliff because of his negligence and mistakes a hundred years ago, he would not have been entangled in guilt and regret for a whole hundred years.

Even for the big disciple Mo Yu, he only gives advice, and most of the time, he comprehends the practice by himself.

He is indifferent to all feelings in the world, including the relationship between master and apprentice.It was only after taking that little thing as an apprentice at a sudden impulse back then, and being clinging to him all day long, that I gradually understood a different feeling of getting along between master and apprentice.

In the end, he didn't even shy away from the most taboo physical contact, and he got used to the boy climbing onto his bed and hugging his waist.

However, in the past hundred years, every night in the dead of silence, looking at the empty embrace, unexpectedly felt the feelings that ordinary people have - emptiness, loneliness.

The spring water is born, and the spring water revolves around.

The young man sucked it intently and earnestly, like tasting a sweet fruit.Also with a hint of domineering.

The light medicinal fragrance pervades the silent bookstore.

Zhang Yuan raised his hand, and finally put it down slowly.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhao Zhao finally straightened up.

"Master?"

Zhang Yuan leaned on the back of the chair without any reaction, his eyes were closed naturally, his lotus sleeves were hanging down on the table, and the curve of his exposed jaw was cool and elegant, as if he had fallen asleep.

The nostalgia in Zhao Zhao's eyes faded, he jumped down immediately, took out the key from Zhang Yuan's arms, and opened the coffin on the side of the long case.

There are three spirit drawers in a row.

Corresponding to three keys.

Zhao Zhao opened them one by one, and finally saw a blue secret order in the shape of a ruler in the third spiritual drawer.

The secret order is engraved with dense words.

Zhao Zhao didn't hesitate any longer, quickly took out the secret order, put it in his arms, and continued to scroll down.

Apart from a few ordinary documents below, there is nothing else.

So Zhao Zhao got up again, and went to look through the bookshelves beside him. After looking for a long time, there was still nothing.

"Are you looking for this thing?"

An indifferent voice sounded without warning.

Zhao Zhao froze.

In an instant, he turned around, and saw that Zhang Yuan, who was supposed to be sleeping with his sleeves down, opened his eyes at some point, holding a picture scroll in his hand.

Zhang Yuan didn't speak any more, but silently unfolded the scroll and put it on the case.

In the painting is a fairy in black clothes, holding a black jade sword in his forehand, fighting against monsters.Although his face was covered with a mask, Zhang Yuan recognized the portrait at the first sight. It was almost exactly the same as the one that Zhao Zhao held in his arms when he was sick.

Especially that black jade sword.

"Wu Qiuyu."

Zhang Yuan said the name indifferently.

"Even if you risk staying a little longer, you're not willing to lose anything about him, are you?"

Zhao Zhao didn't know how much Zhang Yuan knew.

Zhaozhao was not too afraid of being spotted suddenly.

Zhao Zhao's eyes were completely attracted by the portrait.

This is a portrait of Master that he has never seen before.

What Zhang Yuan said was right, he should have left immediately after getting that secret order.But he knew that Zhou Changming also ordered to send a portrait of Master.

He wants to get everything that belongs to Master.

Zhao Zhao walked to the desk and stared at the portrait motionlessly.