There are always villains who want to harm my master

Chapter 40 Yunmengjiachu's blood is gathered together, wishful thinking and speechless

Candle Dragon comforted himself.

Wipe the leaves carefully, and move the huge flower pot to the door.

The moment the flowerpot landed firmly, the first ray of sunlight in the morning just bloomed on the horizon like a golden flower.

"Small spirit, don't you like to bask in the sun? I'm here to bask with you again."

The rising sun dyed the whole sky into soft misty powder, and the top was crystal-like ice blue, as beautiful as the morning glow on the day they returned from being buried by the wind.

Zhulong sat down against the flowerpot.

"Little mountain spirit, tell me, you suck my blood every day, so are you considered a little elf raised by me?"

In the huge flowerpot, the soil was loosened just right, and the leaves of the grass trembled slightly in the morning breeze.

"No, all the elves in Liyuan are raised by this seat, and you are the little mountain spirit of this seat." Zhulong said to himself and laughed.

There is only the sound of birds chirping all around, as if it still carries the morning dew in the mountains, it is chilly and crisp like a bell.

The blood on his wrist had solidified, and the scab was purple. He didn't want to use his self-healing ability, he didn't want to escape the pain.

For him, being able to feel pain is also a kind of happiness.

Zhulong looked at the scars left by the daily cuts on his wrist, and counted them, there were 16 scars in total—Chuan Wu had been away from him for [-] days.

Thinking of how she fought alone that day, how she brought him back from the cold deep water, how she dealt with Xuanji, how she had her eyes gouged out and hit a sword to death...

His heart was bleeding.

If you really love someone, you will really feel sorry for her.

It's pitiful to see her walking alone in the wind, and it's pitiful to see the girl wearing flowers on the side of the street. Smile is more pathetic...

Under the layers of clothing, Zhulong's back was covered with scars, some old wounds had only a trace, and some had penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

He never felt sorry for himself.

He is a mountain god, and he was born for these scars. If his back is as clean as ever, the world will be full of devastation.

Zhulong looked at the fragile grass beside him, and suddenly his nose felt sore.

This little elf has always been stubborn and has no skills, but he has a lot of morality on his shoulders.

"You, you were ruined by Cangzhu! What do you want those morals for? If I wake up later, your life will be gone."

Zhulong wiped his eyes, smiled, and flicked the edge of the flowerpot lightly, leaving a wet finger mark.

"The miasma is released as soon as it is released. Your master is a mountain god. What are you afraid of?"

Miasma is also the air of heaven and earth, but it is not pure and needs to be purified.

On that day, the head of the male lord, the soul of the grandfather turned into a soul, the golden crow regained its light, the body of Xuanji was destroyed, and Ding Fengze was cursed for thousands of years.

The great water retreated, and the calm wind returned to the old city of Yunlu.

The fragment of Lu Wu Yuanshen that Zhulong has been feeling faintly is hidden in the center of the old city of Yunlu.

It's so deep and hidden, no wonder he couldn't find it after looking for it for a long time.

Zhulong's spine was shattered by the green python, and the spirit-locking nail penetrated into the internal organs that day, and the poison spread to the tendons, it was hopeless.

However, by mistake, Chuan Wu slammed his sword and slayed himself, almost draining the blood from his whole body, and everything around him was soaked.

When he saw her for the first time, he blamed her for not cultivating enough, so she ran out of Liyuan privately, and almost poisoned mortals with raw juice in the human world.

Unexpectedly, thanks to her strong poison that day, the juice of Shengchuanwu penetrated into his skin little by little, and circulated through his whole body, which had the effect of fighting poison with poison.

Zhulong thought that he was dead soon, so he simply gave up healing his wounds, he went wherever he could, and returned to Chaos whenever he wanted to.

Ever since Daewoo gave birth to him, he has always been the one who saved others, and he will always maintain a powerful and unpredictable attitude.

Outsiders thought that Cang Zhu became the chief disciple of Shanshen Mansion because of his outstanding talent and talent. Only he knew that he liked Cang Zhu and valued Cang Zhu for only one reason, which was peace of mind.

The great disciple of the mountain god may not be the strongest in martial arts, the highest in intelligence, the most elegant in behavior, or the most flattering in speech, but there is only one thing, he must be the best in life.

Cang Zhu knows the loneliness of the master, the heart of the co-lord of heaven and earth must be firm, and the will of the king must not be flawed.

He saw from his master that immortality is not the favor of Daewoo, but more like getting rid of Zhulong's last instinct similar to human beings, so that he can better protect the common people without any worries.

To protect the common people, everything in the world must be guarded, but Zhulong himself does not need to be guarded; everything in the world depends on something, but Zhulong himself cannot rely on anything.

Impeccable and powerful, it is the armor of Candle Dragon with bone spurs.

So Cang Zhu sympathized with Master, loved Master, worked hard to share Master's worries, and took the trouble to undertake the trivial matters of the Mountain God's Mansion.

Zhulong knew that Cang Zhu was good, and he was even willing to have a brother like Cang Zhu.

After Lu Wu, Tai Feng, and Jiao Chong died, Ying Zhao's whereabouts were unknown.The five of them are like the five pillars of heaven and earth, and if four of them are broken, one of them must support everything.

On many empty nights, he sat on the terrace, looked at the vast world, and talked to himself with the mountain wind.

He doesn't need to eat, he doesn't need to sleep, he doesn't know life, he doesn't know death, he doesn't know love, he doesn't care about human feelings, his heart is just a blank space, even more emptiness than the illusory world.

"That's what it feels like to be protected..."

Zhulong curled his lips slightly, "It's really embarrassing, this great mountain god has been rescued by you, a little mountain spirit, more than once."

The wind shook the leaves of the grass, but the grass didn't know.

"However, I still want to thank you, little mountain spirit."

It was she who made his vast and blank state of mind a layer of fluffy green, and she ran recklessly among the flowers to free him from the cage of his heart.

Just for this, he should of course save her.

After passing Yunmengze, you will leave Dongshan Realm.

It's ironic that three living people entered the country and he left the country alone.

She buried Fangfeng's bracelet in the soil, and originally wanted to use that heavy flower pot to raise her, but after another thought, she didn't like others to modify her will and rummage through her things.

It's better not to move, a pot of soil won't kill him from exhaustion.

If she wakes up and sees her luggage being unpacked and her things being rummaged around, she will sit all night pouting and ignoring anyone.

Zhulong dug out a qi refining cauldron, although it was bigger, but without infusing divine power, it was just right to use it as her nest.

What's the matter with using a tripod, his apprentice of Zhulong can make a chamber pot even with a glazed vase containing loose souls.

Zhulong happily patted the body of the tripod carved from obsidian gold and stone, and put it together with Chuanwu, the more it looked like a real flower pot.

This little grass is now the most noble grass in the world.Zhulong is quite proud. What is not the most noble thing he raises?
His Cangzhu is unparalleled in the world, his Manju Baizhi is the best of all female fairies, and the beasts he raises are unique spiritual pets.

No, I forgot that there is also an incompetent Lingyou, and I often talk back to him.

It was strange to say that he had never noticed it before, but this time he missed the boys from the Shanshen Mansion for the first time.

The sun has fully risen, and the brightest morning star is gradually disappearing in the blue sky.The flowers in front of the wooden house are blooming one after another, and the delicate petals are still covered with dewdrops.

Zhulong smelled a fragrance, sweet with a hint of lively sour, it was hard not to be noticed.

Zhulong raised his eyes to look for the source of the fragrance of flowers, and smelled them one by one, but none of them were.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a clump of condensed grass closest to the flowerpot.

"It turned out to be this clump."

It's a pity that this clump of very lush and eye-catching Ningming grass has not yet cultivated spiritual consciousness, it is just a clump of ordinary grass.

Zhulong looked at the two grasses snuggling up as companions, and suddenly thought of something, with a smile in his eyes:

"Xiao Chuanwu, I will find you a little partner, so you won't be too lonely."

He got up and walked to the lemongrass, and squatted down to examine it carefully. The root system was upright, there were no pests, and there were no dead leaves. It was very good, and it met his expectations.

The blood-stained bandage just swept across the twilight grass, and immediately a bright spot of light flashed.

In the blink of an eye, a young man in green stood in front of Zhulong.

"A man?" Zhulong frowned, "Change back."

"Ah...?" The boy didn't know what to say.

Zhulong didn't care about his unresponsiveness, he stretched out his hand and pointed-
Another dot flashed.

Thin waist, long legs, high ponytail.

A heroic young girl stood in front of her.

"It's not too bad." Zhulong thought for a while, then nodded in satisfaction.

"Thanks to the Mountain God for helping me transform!" the girl knelt on one knee and clasped her fists.

"I mentioned you to the spiritual realm not to hear your thanks."

"Although the mountain god gives orders, the little ones will not hesitate!" Ning Mengcao was as forthright as ever after she took shape.

Zhulong pointed to Xiaocao beside him: "Do you know who she is?"

The girl squinted her eyes and observed carefully:

"Ning Meng doesn't know, I hope the Lord Mountain God will point it out."

"Her name is Chuanwu, and she is a plant elf just like you. From now on, your task is to take good care of her, talk to her, and be a companion."

"Loosen the soil once a day, water once at sunrise, and water once at sunset. If I'm not here, your task is to ensure her safety."

"Before the first ray of sunshine comes out in the morning, move her out, bask in the sun for an hour, and then move her back."

"Yes!"

"Also, this little mountain spirit loves to be clean. After watering and loosening the soil, her leaves must be carefully wiped clean, and the flower pots must be wiped three times with clean water."

"Yes!"

"Also, she doesn't like others to touch her things, and everything must be kept as it is."

"This little goblin likes to sleep peacefully, so she must close the windows. After basking in the sun, carry her to the upper left corner of the first desk facing north, and move her to a damp and cool place to escape the heat in the afternoon, and move back in the evening."

"Yes!"

"Also, she usually likes to hear some anecdotes, so you should tell her more anecdotes about your Yunmengze, so as to save her from being bored."

"Yes! But... can she hear me..." Ningmeng was puzzled.

"You have to be with her even if she can't hear you. If there is a slight mistake, I will never forgive you. Do you understand?"

Zhulong deliberately put on a bad face to scare the grass spirit.

"Understood!" Ningmeng replied crisply.

The little mountain spirit should look for the little grass spirit as a companion. He doesn't feel at ease if he brings out a strange kid who is careless and gets tired of her every day.

He used to dislike trivial things the most, but he didn't expect that he would chatter about many small things unknowingly.

Zhulong's fingertips lightly touched the tip of the blade of grass, and he lowered his eyes sadly.

They had stayed in Yunmengze for more than half a month, and he couldn't bear her to go out and wander around, but the task of finding the primordial spirit was imminent.

Besides, even if the magic dragon hasn't made any moves yet, another matter won't allow him to delay any more...

【Nanshan Jingshizui】

The sky is as gray as lime, with mountains and cliffs intertwined with deep and shallow cliffs, the sound of the wind squeezed through the jagged rocks, and two figures, one red and one black, stood facing each other.

"Big brother! How many times do you want me to say it!" Manshu was hysterical.

"I've made up my mind to go, please go back." Cang Zhu turned her head, not looking into the other's eyes.

"Either you go back, Second Senior Brother will arrange everything for you, and we'll just pretend nothing happened, or I'll go with you."

"I repeat, get out of the way."

"No!"

"Step aside!"

"Unless you kill me today!" Manshu's eyes were red, and there was a naked knife wound on his arm.

Cang Zhu held a scimitar and was dressed in commoner clothes. He had changed his appearance, but Manshu recognized him from the crowd.

"Manshu! Be more sensible! Magnolia and the others need you now, stop playing childish and go back soon!" Cang Zhu earnestly said.

"Hmph! Go back?" Manshu sneered, "Second Master has kicked me out of the Mountain God's Mansion, where should I go?"

Whether she left by herself or was driven away by others, it was the same ending for her.

"I don't care, I'll be where you are."

The girl who would blush when she danced a sword in front of people back then has turned into a decisive elder sister of Shanshendi.

Her father had passed away many years ago, she had nothing left, and she was not afraid of anything.

She only needs Cangzhu now.

"Today is different from the past. No one can tell what is lurking in the road ahead. You can't go!"

"Why can't I go? You are only allowed to love Master, but I am not allowed to love Master?"

Manshu's sentences are pressing, unrelenting.

"Are you loving Master? You clearly love—"

Halfway through speaking, both of them fell silent.

"What do you love?" She stared into his eyes and asked, "I clearly love what, what do you think?"

She clearly loves him, she clearly loves him, loves him Cang Zhu, she loved him when she went up the mountain, she loved him when she was giving talismans, and she still loves him now.

"Love to join in the fun."

Cang Zhu turned the conversation around.

"I like to join in the fun, what a love to join in the fun..." Manshu smiled bitterly, "I came all the way in the snow, but in your eyes, I am actually joining in the fun?"

"Manshu, stop making trouble..." Cang Zhu reached out to pat her on the shoulder to comfort her, but was dodged.

There was fanaticism in Manshu's eyes, but the undertone of fanaticism was an irrepressible sadness:
　An easter egg!The Ningmeng grass that Master saw is actually the lemongrass in our world. The flower language of lemongrass is unspeakable love. Lemongrass is also lemongrass. It is a medicinal herb with a strong lemon fragrance. It is very suitable to give it to someone you like silently in your heart, which means that you like the other person very much, but you can't express it. Isn't this the master's unspoken love for Xiao Chuanwu?

　　According to Baidu Encyclopedia, lemongrass implies a slightly sweet aftertaste. Although I like the other person in my heart and cannot speak, this kind of silent love is actually a kind of happiness. Looking back on it many years later, it is also a very good memory.Many people will make a wish to lemongrass, if couples have lemongrass, they can be in love forever.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)