take care of yourself

Zhuo Yuanshan was speechless, turned his head and left.

Ying Yao caught a glimpse of his back and couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and said to the Moxiu who had raised his hand to beg for mercy: "It's quite interesting to talk about the desire for food and the desire for beauty at the same time, so let's just leave it alone. ?”

Most of Zhuo Yuanshan's demon cultivators are normal people who have lost their Taoism and have to switch to cultivating demons during their cultivation. Natural demon cultivators are rare, and Zhuo Yuanshan himself may only have five or six people. Ying Yao only finds He is also a Demon Cultivator at the Jindan stage, so there is no one who can't argue with him so far——

Dao is suitable or not, if he speaks in the end, if he argues a Nascent Soul cultivator speechless, he will probably have to be beaten to death.

The demon cultivator pays attention to doing whatever he wants, and those who have messed up their dao mind and don't understand their dao mind will practice as usual. The demon cultivator stared at him for a while in horror, and said angrily: "Who is okay to sum up this thing? You are a sword cultivator who cultivates 'entering the world', and Do you want to be ashamed of the Demon Cultivator?"

Sitting down and discussing the Tao is another form of discussion, but few people will refuse to discuss the Tao with others, because it often symbolizes that they believe that their Taoism is flawed, even if they use the magic cultivator's ignorant Taoism, few people will refuse to discuss the Tao .

The subordinates and waiters in Zhuoyuan Mountain's cave are only one or two Nascent Soul stage, they are too old to take care of things, and the rest are helping him manage the territory in various places in the snow mountain, so Ying Yao is not worried that they feel that this is good for face and good for him. The trembling and stubborn appearance is quite cute, much more likable than Zhuo Yuanshan.

But as soon as he turned this thought around in his mind, he saw Zhuo Yuanshan walking back with a cold expression, and said, "Come with me."

Moxiu who was following behind him stopped whimpering and sobbing immediately, and Moxiu who surrounded Ying Yao felt that the master was kind enough to save him from fire and water, and they were all overjoyed, so Ying Yao spread his hand helplessly at them, Passed through the crowd.

He knew from a few nonchalant demon cultivators, and of course it might be the demon cultivators deliberately arranged by Ying Yige, that Zhuo Yuanshan had been accompanying him and instructing him on cultivation for the past few days, implying that he should The son of the family has a great ability in the stage of transformation, loves him conscientiously, and treats him well.

Ying Yao is not envious of this, he is curious about how Zhuo Yuanshan, as a demon cultivator, can teach a ruthless Dao and no talent in practice, so he also wants to discuss the Dao with him, but he is very concerned about his own The degree of broken mouth is quite self-aware, and I am afraid that Zhuo Yuanshan will become angry and drag him to the bed, then the gain will not be worth the loss.

Therefore, he was too lazy to do so, and he stepped forward and asked casually, "Have you suffocated again?"

Zhuo Yuanshan didn't prepare any clothes for him, so Jianxiu still wore his own black sword robe, the cuffs on his wrists were tightly tied, and a piece of plain wrist slipped out from time to time as he walked.

The sword cultivator was so poor, Zhuo Yuanshan looked carefully for a while before he recognized that he was wearing an ordinary cotton robe, the belt that fixed the front was not tied carefully, and a small piece of chest was exposed, Zhuo Yuanshan took a look at it He found the blood stasis pinched out by himself on the piece of skin and the shape of two snake-toothed bells.

He felt a little unhappy about Yao's indifference. After a while, he suddenly found that the bell hadn't rang again, and frowned again: "Where is the bell? Why is there no sound?"

Ying Yao shrugged: "Stop it with spiritual energy and it won't sound."

【Be eaten】

Zhuo Yuanshan sat up contentedly, rummaged through the mustard ring, and put a large box of Peiyuan Pill exuding a refreshing dan fragrance on Ying Yao's chest, emphasizing: "This is the original preparation for the song. Yes, he doesn't need it now, and these pills won't last long, so I will reward you."

The one who cultivated Yuandan was Yuanying. Of course, Ying Yige, a foundation-building monk who had just touched the golden elixir avenue, would not need it, but such a box of precious elixirs was given to others, even if Yingyao never practiced. Shocked by Zhuo Yuanshan's wealth, and thinking of his impoverished family, he couldn't help showing a look of fascination.

Zhuo Yuanshan knew what he remembered, but he still felt that he was subtly touched in some places, so this time he did not leave the weak Jianxiu who had just been mended alone, but watched him swallow A few Peiyuan pills sank into the long test easily, and then left feeling disappointed.

The time it took for me to sink into the long exam seems to be not as short as him. The magic cultivator of the transformation stage thought in amazement, is it a loss for me to only treat him as a furnace for such a talented sword cultivator?

So when Ying Yao swallowed the box of Peiyuan Dan, he felt that he had vaguely touched the bottleneck of the Nascent Soul stage again, and the aura brought by the medicine seemed to be familiar with his meridians, driving him more and more Easy, finished the long exam refreshed. When he opened his eyes, he found Zhuo Yuanshan sitting opposite him with a book.

As soon as Ying Yao said "Uncle Zhuo Shi", he saw Moxiu put the book into the mustard ring, leaned over and grabbed his wrist.

Zhuo Yuanshan's eyes sparkled with interest, Ying Yao's voice paused for a moment, feeling the incomparable force from his wrist, and said meekly: "Uncle Zhuo Shi wants to use me next time, you can do as much as you want." wake me up."

"I'm not in a hurry," Moxiu replied, "Do you want a magic weapon?"

Without waiting for Ying Yao's answer, he pulled him from the bed and flew to the door of his private treasury, pushed him in, and muttered to himself: "Let me see which sword will choose you."

There is a cold spring in Xixue Mountain, which is a good place to sharpen swords. The ancient swordsmiths tempered their swords here, and for some reason left a pool of swords, in which there are several magic weapons.

Although the ancient sword forging method is not as good as today's, and most of the weapons in the sword pool are no longer attractive to today's people, but the materials selected by those divine weapons are hard to find in the world, and there are excellent swordsmiths who have worked hard to forge them. Cheng, even today is a rare magic weapon, so there are always people who offer a lot of treasures just to enter the sword pool for a try.

However, these magic weapons are all very individual. Zhuo Yuanshan has controlled Xixue Mountain for nearly 300 years, and only one magic weapon was taken out after he recognized the master. The long-awaited period of crossing the catastrophe.

Affected by this karma, no one will take care of what Zhuo Yuanshan does in Xixue Mountain.

When Ying Yao was pushed into the sword pool by him, he had already figured out what this place was and the story behind it. He didn't care about thinking about why Zhuo Yuanshan wanted him to come here. He jumped up and plunged into it impatiently. In the cold pool where the blades were bound with spiritual beams.

He took out the sword intent from the Golden Core and left his Dao heart in the cold pool. After a few breaths, almost all the swords that were shining with cold light in the pool sank in disgust, leaving only three hanging on the pool in a daze.

Curiously, Ying Yao swam over and reached out to touch the one closest to him. However, before he stretched out his hand halfway, he heard the sound of a sharp blade being unsheathed behind him. He fought in front of himself.

Ying Yao had only heard the stories of swords that had already given birth to sanity to fight for the master of the sword, and never thought that it could happen to him. He felt that he needed to calm down, sank into the water and spit out a string of bubbles in horror, and then That's when he felt something lightly touch the back of his hand.

It was another sword that did not participate in the battle. Ying Yao felt the sword intent of knowing compassion and judging right from wrong from it. "The sword repairer was so excited that he kept fighting.

He floated up and took out his sword intent to touch the three swords one by one. The sword intent swished into the sword that didn't join the battle at the beginning, but ran to the water and approached him secretly. Out.

Ying Yao crossed her arms and looked at it for a while, thinking: That's it.

He held the hilt of the sword, closed his eyes and sat down cross-legged to communicate with it. After half a month, Shenbing recognized his master and asked Yingyao for his name. Yingyao thought for a while, then lowered his head and asked it, "Is your name Jiusu?"

Ying Yige's alchemy fell short again this time, Zhuo Yuanshan was accompanying him to relax, and just promised to take him out of the snow mountain for a walk tomorrow, when he heard a series of thunderclaps in the air, the thunder was sharp and clear, which one was it? Righteous sword cultivator was crossing the catastrophe, and the demon cultivator following behind him was stunned, and part of him fled in all directions, fearing that he would be implicated.

The thunder was very close, just like in his cave, Zhuo Yuanshan was stunned for a moment, he hadn't thought that there was a righteous sword cultivator in his cave who was going to marry a Nascent Soul, when he saw the thunder cloud suddenly All of a sudden, they gathered together and floated mightily towards their own sword pool.

He couldn't help but lost his voice: "Ying Yao?"