The Demon Lord's Beginning Be Manual

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The snow is falling down, as big as a goose feather, reflecting the glistening water under the clear sky. This kind of weather is considered the best weather for Changliu Mountain.

Outside Hongmei Xiaozhu, there stood a man wearing a blue cloak, half of his face was hidden under the thick cloak, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but judging from his movements alone, he was sneaky.

The 15-year-old Xie Yang pinched his cloak to prevent the wind and snow from pouring into his clothes, carefully poked his head into the door, and saw no one around, so he quietly let out a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, no one."

Although he had already lightened his steps, the ground covered with layers of snow blankets was still being trampled.

"what are you doing?"

Suddenly, a faint voice came from the top of his head, Xie Yang was startled, looked up, his lips were pale, his golden eyes were mysterious and inviolable.

Xie Yang pretended to be exaggerated and patted his chest several times, laughing and said: "It's you, Master, why are you standing on the roof, isn't it cold?"

Jiang Shuyu: "It's not cold."

He was also wearing a cloak, but the snow white one seemed to be one with the world, so Xie Yang didn't notice him.

Jumping down from the room, Jiang Shuyu asked, "Where have you been?"

It's afternoon now, and he hasn't seen Xie Yang since yesterday's dinner, "Going down the mountain."

It's not a question, Jiang Shuyu answered confidently.

"..." Xie Yang's body froze.

Yesterday he ran out to play without Jiang Shuyu's consent, and he didn't come back until now, so it's no wonder Jiang Shuyu would be here personally waiting to catch him.

Xie Yang: "Hehe, I saw a snow sheep running past my window yesterday, didn't I want to catch it to make up for Master..."

"Nonsense," Jiang Shuyu frowned, "Punish you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xie Yang hugged his arm in an "awkward" way, shaking and rubbing, raising his peach blossom eyes glistening with tears from time to time, begging: "I made a mistake, Master, I will never dare to Master, don't punish me for standing on a stake, look, my hands are red from the cold!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hands to show Jiang Shuyu.

Jiang Shuyu glanced at it and said, "Trick me again, it's obviously frozen outside."

Even so, his fingertips were red from the cold, and his tone was obviously shaken. Xie Yang took advantage of the momentum to pursue, and said aggrievedly: "Let's forget about this punishment..."

Jiang Shuyu: "Rules are rules. If you don't want to suffer from the cold, then copy the "Qing Jing Sutra" a hundred times."

Xie Yang: "..." Then it's better to stand on a wooden stake.

"Master..." He wanted to say more, but seeing Jiang Shuyu's cold eyes, he had no choice but to give up.

Reluctantly letting go of Jiang Shuyu's arm, he muttered softly, "It's so boring."

"Two hundred times." Jiang Shuyu didn't look back.

"Master!"

When passing by the Qianhua Pond, he accidentally saw someone sitting in the pavilion sleeping with his head up, and he stretched his head out of curiosity, and it turned out that it was Master Ji Ruqiu Ji.

"Uncle Ji? Why is he here again?"

Jiang Shuyu shook his head: "I came this morning and said I have something to give you. Perhaps it was because I was tired from catching monsters a few days ago and fell asleep."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Shuyu went back to the room and took out a blanket, put it on Ji Ruchou, turned around and saw that Xie Yang was still there, and asked, "Are you still there?"

The implication is: why don't you copy books?

Xie Yang curled his lips and whispered, "I want to see what it is..."

The room was warm, Xie Yang couldn't get angry after only staying for a while.

There was a sudden sound of swords outside the window, Xie Yang was so bored, he opened the window to take a look, and saw Jiang Shuyu was holding a silver sword, practicing sword in the snow.

Everyone said that Jiang Shuyu was not good, but he couldn't find any faults in his swordsmanship. Xie Yang felt that Jiang Shuyu was good everywhere, but he was just a chance away from being respected by thousands of people.

In the end, he still couldn't bear the loneliness, and ran into the pavilion with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.Jiang Shuyu didn't make a sound when he saw it, presumably he wasn't angry with himself anymore.

The wind of the sword swept across, and the snowflakes flew.

When a person is serious about doing something, he can always forget all the unpleasant things in the world. Jiang Shuyu is often immersed in it, not knowing the time, not knowing the sun and the moon, or Xie Yang calling him suddenly, so he withdrew his sword backhand.

"Ok?"

Xie Yang sat in the pavilion with a smile on his face, beckoning Jiang Shuyu to go over: "Come on, Master!"

Helpless, Jiang Shuyu had no choice but to go over, but saw Xie Yang holding a piece of paper to block Ji Ruchou.

"what?"

"Dangdangdang!"

Xie Yang took back the paper triumphantly, and what Jiang Shuyu saw was Ji Ruchou's sleeping face, but it was not as handsome as before, with the word "King" artificially drawn on the clean and wide forehead, and on the eyebrows and lips. Two thick beards were added, even the wings of the nose were not spared... like a big tiger with beards.

Realizing that he was almost being teased, Jiang Shuyu quickly lowered his head to cover it up, and said, "He will be angry."

"Hahahahahaha..."

Xie Yang didn't hide it, he patted the table exaggeratedly and laughed.

The sleeping Ji Ruchou was finally shaken up, narrowed his sleepy eyes, and murmured: "Huh?"

What are you laughing at?

Seeing his naive look, Xie Yang didn't answer, he covered his stomach and laughed so hard that he almost fell off the stool.

Jiang Shuyu gave him a hand, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but he didn't say anything.

Ji Ruchou got anxious, touched his face and asked in puzzlement, "What's the matter, Jiang Zhen?"

Only then did Jiang Shuyu point to his own face, then to him, and said briefly, "Face."

"Face?" Ji Ruchou took down his hand and took a look. It was pitch black, and he immediately understood what had happened. He stood up suddenly and ran to the edge of the Qianhua Pond, only to see a patch of blackness on his face. Draw something, but it sure looks ugly.

Xie Yang didn't think it was a big deal, he stopped laughing and reminded: "I drew a tiger at the beginning, and you figured it out yourself!"

"Thank you! Long! Stay!" Ji Ruqiu stood up straight, gnashing his teeth, saying every word.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Xie Yang ran away.

"Little bastard, I think you are desperate!" Ji Ruchou chased after him, picking up snow from the ground from time to time, balling it up and throwing it over.

Xie Yang's lightness kung fu is very good, these few hits didn't hit him: "Uncle, I was wrong, don't chase after me!"

A hippie smile is not like admitting a mistake.

Ji Ruqiu chased after him, Xie Yang ran for a long time and played outside all night, feeling exhausted, he quickly hid behind Jiang Shuyu, only poked his head out: "If you are capable, you can even hit my master!" !"

Jiang Shuyu: "..."

"Little bastard, why are you so physically strong..." Ji Ruchou was sweating hotly, took off the felt hat on his head, slapped himself twice, and called Xie Yang: "Go, get me a glass of water!"

Xie Yang went honestly this time, and he didn't touch him when he came back, he just put the steaming cup on the table.

Ji Ruqiu didn't care much, picked it up and drank it down: "Look at the apprentice you have taken in, he is not big or small, sooner or later he will commit crimes!"

Jiang Shuyu shook his head helplessly, while Xie Yang smiled and retorted: "My master is so powerful, who dares to offend me!"

Ji Ruchou hummed angrily, lowered his head and unbuttoned his robe, and said to Xie Yang, "Come here."

Xie Yang didn't dare, but Jiang Shuyu turned his head and looked at him. Whenever this happened, he would become more courageous.

"what?"

Ji Ruqiu also had a pocket on his coat, and a little furry head poked out from under the pocket.

"Little cat!" Xie Yang embraced it in great surprise.

It is a cub of a raccoon cat, the little one can be held directly in the palm of the hand, and the mouth is still pink.

Seeing his reaction, Ji Ruqiu nodded in satisfaction: "I picked it up yesterday when I was exorcising demons. There was no place to put it on the left or right. I wanted to give it to you, but now I think it's better to forget it."

Xie Yang slipped and ran out, hugging his thigh: "I was wrong! Thank you uncle!"

Ji Ruqiu: "Now that you know, it's better to be a disciple of my Spirit Sword Villa."

Xie Yang: "No."

"..."

Xie Yang hugged that little thing, and liked it very much. Normally, Master would not allow this kind of living thing to be brought into Hongmei Xiaozhu.

Master...

When he turned around, he met Jiang Shuyu's cold gaze.

Jiang Shuyu glanced at Ji Ruchou: "No wonder it's hidden."

With a bad gaze, Ji Ruchou hastily pretended not to see it: "Cough, Changliu Mountain is just the two of you. It's strangely desolate. This little thing can relieve your fatigue even if you have nothing to do."

Seeing Jiang Shuyu remained silent, Ji Ruchou winked at Xie Yang, Xie Yang immediately understood: "Take care, Master, I will be responsible for the worst."

Jiang Shuyu said: "Things that come and go will never stay in the mountains."

"But master," Xie Yang lifted the raccoon cat to Jiang Shuyu, "he has golden eyes like you, you two were one family 800 years ago!"

Seeing Jiang Shuyu's face turning red and turning black, Ji Ruchou couldn't help but burst out laughing loudly, and that laughter flew far, far away in the wind and snow of Changliu Mountain...