Gua Fei in the world

Chapter 1150 The stingy man

Ye Yaoguang's eyes suddenly changed, Wen Tingzhan had already confessed everything to her, she naturally knew that it was actually Wen Tingzhan who was separated from her by a wall that day, but at that time the demon king was already in his Yangzhu.However, those words were indeed spoken by the Demon Lord without Wen Tingzhan's consent, and she was indeed a little bit awake to her, and she also promised herself, and she could not do anything to break her promise.

"Tell me first how you got this body?" Ye Yaoguang looked at Mo Jun carefully.

It was still a soul body when it was expelled by Uncle Qianji. Although it had successfully fused its soul, he wanted to reshape his real body, and it would not be so fast, but this body fit him too well, Ye Yaoguang who fit well I can't even see that it is a demon, but there is an illusion that this physical body is itself.

When this happens, it can only be said that the horoscope of this physical body is not exactly the same as the original physical body of the Demon Lord, at least 99% of the fit.You must know that even people with the same birth date and horoscope cannot have the same horoscope. If you want to find someone with the same horoscope and similar horoscope, it is definitely a one-in-a-million possibility.

But Ye Yaoguang knew that the demons must have the abilities of the demons, but she couldn't accept that the demon king would harm innocent people for the sake of a suitable body.You must know that the body of the Demon Lord, once settled down, and after the demon soul and the body's spiritual root fit together, he will be a person of advanced cultivation. A person is born again.

It's very similar to her situation.

"Hahaha, that's exactly why I'm here." The Demon Lord raised his palm as he spoke, and there was a soul in a mass of dark green mysterious power, "This is the soul of this body, he promised that as long as I complete his The last wish in my heart is to give up his body to me. Although I have entered his body, I have not yet connected with his spiritual roots. I am afraid that my life will not be long if I go out rashly. Mrs. Wen promised me back then , solved an annoyance for me, and Mrs. Lau Wen was involved in this matter, so it can be regarded as a little merit for Mrs. Wen."

"You should know that my current cultivation is limited. If I can do what I promise, I will do my best. But if I can't do it, then I can only ask you to find another master." Cultivation, Ye Yaoguang should keep a low profile, don't make yourself too tired.

"It's natural." The Demon Lord didn't force it. In fact, he, an old demon who had lived a long time, where else could he find other people besides Ye Yaoguang?

"You stay in the mansion first, and wait until Ah Zhan returns home." Ye Yaoguang immediately ordered someone to clean up a room for the devil, but asked, "You must have a name, right?"

You can't scream like a demon king, if someone with cultivation level hears it, something will happen if nothing happens.

"Gallo (luo)." After the Demon Lord finished speaking, he cupped his hands and turned around to follow the servants to leave.

"Jia Luo?" Ye Yaoguang's puzzled eyes fell on the back of the Demon Lord.

This should not be a name that ordinary people would take, it is more like a Buddhist dharma name. Could it be that the demon king is also a monk who first escaped into Buddhism and then became a demon?If this is the case, Ye Yaoguang thought of the Three-Heart Sutra, if it falls into the hands of the Demon Lord, will there be another Demon of Chaos?

There was something hidden in his heart, but Ye Yaoguang didn't delay spending time with Xuan Kaiyang, when Xuan Kaiyang took a lunch break, the two mother and son sat in the study, Ye Yaoguang picked up the needle and thread while Xuan Kaiyang was there, gave him He measured his height and made two more clothes for him.Xuan Kaiyang began to complete the homework assigned by Wen Tingzhan.

The afternoon sun came in from the open window, spreading the fragmented light all over the floor, reflecting the figures of the two mother and child more warmly and hazyly, like a painting scroll.This kind of warmth lasted until Wen Tingzhan came back, changed clothes and stepped into the study to see this scene.

The son stood obediently behind the table, writing carefully step by step, while the wife sat on the imperial concubine's couch beside her softly and walked the needle, suddenly a sense of satisfaction filled his whole heart.

The years are quiet, the present life is stable, the wife and children are happy and harmonious, what life wants is not as good as this.

"What are you doing standing there?" Ye Yaoguang, who had known about Wen Tingzhan's arrival for a long time, sewed up the last few stitches, lowered his head and bit off the knotted thread, and looked up at Wen Tingzhan, who had been late to get in. .

Only then did Wen Tingzhan walk in with a warm smile, and sat next to Ye Yaoguang, but his smile was when he saw the very small piece of clothing in Ye Yaoguang's hand, which was obviously not his. The size faded slightly, raised his eyebrows and looked at Xuan Kaiyang: "Kaiyang, bring your homework here."

"Yes, Daddy." Xuan Kaiyang quickly brought his homework to Wen Tingzhan.

He has written five big characters today, and two poems about the artistic conception.

Wen Tingzhan took it over, read it carefully, and then nodded: "The writing is not bad, but it is a little flashy, too pursuit of form, and loses personality." Then he flipped through Poshi's Xinde, "Although the understanding is not deep, But I also touched on the idea. Go to a good student and think about how to write."

After hearing this, Ye Yaoguang stretched out her hand to take it. She felt that Xuan Kaiyang's handwriting was correct and neat. It is very good to be able to write such a handwriting at this age, but Ye Yaoguang still has his own way of educating children. She won't argue with Wen Tingzhan in front of Xuan Kaiyang, and deny Wen Tingzhan's statement. This will affect the child's judgment and reduce the father's prestige in front of the child.

"I'm tired after writing for so long. I asked Yining to prepare your favorite pastries and fruits. Go and have a rest." Ye Yaoguang gently patted Xuan Kaiyang's head.

Yining immediately stepped forward to take Xuan Kaiyang away, and when they were gone, Ye Yaoguang stared sideways at Wen Tingzhan: "He is only eight years old, why don't you be so harsh on him, a child of this age can write words Just write it correctly, you want him to have his own style at such a young age?"

"Words are like people, and people are like words. Eight years old is not young. He is enlightened earlier than ordinary children. Whether it is me or Mingguang, at the age of eight, he already has his own habits. He not only has my Teaching, and Mingguang's teaching." Wen Tingzhan explained to Ye Yaoguang in a soft voice, "The reason why his handwriting is more than correct but not strong enough is because of his state of mind. He is afraid, afraid to write according to his own mind. The words that come out are not good-looking because they can’t be controlled, and they will disappoint you and me, so you deliberately suppress your own character, and instead write beautiful and rigid characters, just hoping to get praise from you and me, if I don’t point it out today , but praised him, he will feel that what he did is not wrong, it will get worse and worse, and by the time he wants to find himself, it is already too late."

(End of this chapter)