hey demon

Chapter 101

The golden sunshine is shining, bringing a touch of warmth. Compared with the past, this autumn seems to be colder.

The freshly harvested Bigengling rice is used to make porridge, Lingyu is used to cook linguine, and Lingling is used to make soup with black-bone chicken. Zhang Chunyi is having lunch. At this time, he is wearing a green shirt, and his hair is simply tied behind his head. A whole Zhuang Yuan walked in from the outside.

After living in Longhu Mountain for a period of time, his complexion has improved a lot, his skin has become fairer, and the most important thing is that there is a deep charm in his dark eyes.

"I have seen the teacher, and the disciple's parents are approaching a hundred days, so I came to say goodbye."

Seriously, walking in front of Zhang Chunyi, Zhuang Yuan bowed and saluted. Although he was still a child, his every move was no different from that of an adult.

Hearing this, he glanced at Zhuang Yuan. Zhang Chunyi did not deny that he called himself a teacher. Although the two of them did not have the name of master and apprentice, they were masters and apprentices. Zhang Chunyi was quite satisfied with Zhuang Yuan's performance. of.

Of course, the current Zhuang Yuan is far from being Zhang Chunyi's true disciple, because he has not received the true instruction from Longhushan.

"You haven't eaten yet, let's sit down and eat together."

Regarding the news that Zhuang Yuan was about to go down the mountain, Zhang Zhong had already reported to Zhang Chunyi that what a cultivator cultivates is freedom and longevity, and there is no need to be heartless. Naturally, there is nothing to stop it.

Hearing this, Zhuang Yuan glanced at the simple but delicate meal, Zhuang Yuan felt that eating at the same table with the teacher was a bit uncomfortable, and wanted to refuse, but he couldn't say it.

At this time, his stomach made a slight protest, which made him blush. Although he acted like an adult, he was still an eight-year-old child in essence.

"Eat when you're hungry, you don't have to be so restrained in front of me."

Shaking his head and laughing, Zhang Chunyi served Zhuang Yuan a bowl of porridge himself.

This time Zhuang Yuan did not refuse.

"Thank you teacher."

He bowed again, sat down, looked at the jasper-colored spirit porridge in front of him, and cautiously picked up a spoonful to taste it.

Lingmi melted between his lips and teeth, the fragrance permeated the air, and the warm feeling washed his whole body, Zhuang Yuan couldn't help but squinted his eyes.

When he drank big white porridge on the mountain before, he thought it was the best porridge in the world, but he didn't expect that the bowl of porridge in front of him was even more delicious.

When he came back to his senses, he took a cautious look at Zhang Chunyi and found that he wasn't paying attention to him. Zhuang Yuan picked up another spoonful of spirit porridge and drank it in small sips.

After eating, let the servants take away the bowls and chopsticks, looking at the satisfied Zhuang Yuan, Zhang Chunyi spoke again.

"It's only natural for you to go home to pay homage to your parents. I won't stop it, but remember to ask Uncle Zhong to send you two guards."

Although Zhuangjia Village is not far from Longhu Mountain, Changhe County is indeed not peaceful during this period. With more and more refugees pouring in, various bandits are emerging one after another, so we still need to pay attention to safety issues.

If a disciple like Zhuang Yuan loses due to some inexplicable reasons, Zhang Chunyi will really feel a headache.

It is not suitable for the current Dragon and Tiger Mountain to let the disciples flow by themselves. The sect gives shelter and guidance to the disciples when they are weak, and then feeds back to the sect after the disciples have a certain ability, and even guards the sect. This is the right way.

Hearing this and feeling Zhang Chunyi's concern, Zhuang Yuan felt slightly sour in his heart.

"Thank you, teacher, for caring, the disciple knows."

After bowing and saluting, Zhuang Yuan left the bamboo garden with mixed feelings. What happened during this period gave him a sense of belonging to Longhu Mountain, just like home.

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Zhuangjia Village in the past, now Lingquan Village.

Stepping on the sunset, Zhuang Yuan arrived at Lingquan Village at sunset with two guards.

After re-planning, there are now eight Lingqu canals in the Lingquan Village, and the rice paddies are criss-crossed. There are about thirty families who have settled in the village. They are all carefully selected, and most of them are good at farming. The most important task is to irrigate the fields with spiritual spring water and nurture the spiritual fields.

At night, the silver moon hangs high.

After paying homage to his family, Zhuang Yuan's heart was calmer than ever.

Sitting on the bank of the Linghu Lake in the center of Zhuangzi, Zhuang Yuan, who has forgotten everything and himself, unconsciously entered the state of visualization.

The fragile sapling sticks out from the gap of the cliff with the tenacity of its bones, experiences wind and rain, grows continuously, and finally takes root in the rock, turning into a tall and straight pine tree standing between the sky and the earth.

"First observe its form, then retain its spirit, then forget its form and retain its spirit, and finally both form and spirit are prepared."

Muttering unconsciously in his mouth, at this moment, in the depths of Zhuang Yuan's soul, he was mutated and reborn.

With a bang, a silver snake danced in the sky, and a thunderbolt fell from the sky, and the green pine rooted on the cliff was instantly turned into coke.

"If you can't break it, you can't build it, that's forgetting."

"God? Qingsong's god is tenacity. What kind of god do I want?"

"What I want is longevity. My family bought my life. I want to live with their expectations for a long time."

"Yes, it is longevity."

At this moment, Zhuang Yuan's eyebrows lit up, and the spiritual light hidden deep in his soul was ready to come out.

At the same time, in the depths of Zhuang Yuan's soul, another thunderbolt fell. At this moment, except for the old roots hidden deep in the mountain, there was no trace of Qingsong left.

"Longevity, longevity, I want to live forever."

The sound of thoughts echoes in the depths of the soul, the visualization changes, and the old roots sprout again.

The idea of ​​longevity blesses it, grows to the limit, crushes the mountain, and takes root deep in the earth. After a while, a tree canopy the sky, standing between the sky and the earth like a pillar of heaven, with knotted branches and densely covered with patterns like dragon scales. The pine tree appeared.

However, the current pine tree is not so much a green pine, but a heavenly pine. It lives the same life as the heaven and the earth, and is immortal, which just corresponds to Zhuang Yuan's idea of ​​longevity.

And as the celestial pine grew, Zhuang Yuan's spiritual light was easily fixed, evolved into soul fire, and began to burn the ancestral aperture spontaneously.

At the same time, when Zhuang Yuan was immersed in the visualization, there were subtle waves on the surface of the Linghu Lake. A palm-sized turtle with a dark green back seemed to be emerging from the lake.

There is a faint demonic lingering on its body, it should be a monster that has just turned into a demon.

The small pitch-black eyes turned and saw Zhuang Yuan who was sitting cross-legged by the lake, looking like he was sleeping. His eyes lit up, he moved the water, and swam over quietly.

Approaching Zhuang Yuan, the small nose twitched, and the aroma became more intense. There was a hint of greed in the eyes of the turtle demon looking at Zhuang Yuan. It wanted to eat Zhuang Yuan, but it didn't know where to start.

After hesitating for a moment or two, the turtle demon moved closer and lay down beside Zhuang Yuan silently. Since he had no choice but to inhale this fragrance, it would be good to inhale more of this aroma.

But at this moment, the mind was alerted, feeling the danger, a little white light instinctively flew out from Zhuang Yuan's eyebrows, it was the soul seal that Zhuang Yuan was born just after he locked his soul.

Fascinated by that nameless fragrance, before he could resist, that little bit of white light fell into the depths of the turtle demon's soul, took root in it, took root and sprouted in it.

It was at this time that there was a subtle connection between Zhuang Yuan and the turtle demon.

(End of this chapter)