The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Looking at Mr. Yang's determined look, Lu Jing tried to reason with him, speaking in a gentler tone:

"Boss Yang, it's not that I don't want to teach you, but this practice requires talent and opportunity. You don't have the blood of the demon race, and forcing yourself to practice is not only difficult, but it may also cause great damage to your body."

Boss Yang seemed to be well prepared and said eagerly, "Master, I'm not afraid! I'm willing to give it a try, even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, I still want to try.

Have you seen those martial arts novels? Aren't there also ordinary people who become peerless masters through hard work? I believe I can do it too!" As he said this, he tightened his grip on Lu Jing's thigh, as if he was afraid that Lu Jing would run away.

Lu Jing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "That's just a novel. The practice in reality is far more complicated than you think. Once you embark on this path, it will be difficult to turn back. You will face countless challenges and dangers, and may even endanger your life."

"I'm not afraid of death!" Mr. Yang almost shouted, his voice echoing in the empty forest, "Master, I have lived for so many years, fighting in the business world every day. It seems glorious, but in fact, my heart is empty.

Today, after seeing you fight the blood demon, I finally know what it means to be truly alive! I long to have that kind of strength and courage! Even if I die on the road of cultivation, I will have no complaints. "

Lu Jing was deeply touched by his persistence, but still hesitated. Seeing this, Mr. Yang immediately started a new round of offensive:

"Master, please be kind and accept me. I promise that I will be absolutely obedient in the future. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west. I can help you do anything, even work like a cow or a horse for you!"

"Boss Yang, this is not a question of whether to help or not." Lu Jing rubbed his temple with a headache, "Get up first. What does it look like to kneel like this?"

"If you don't agree, I won't get up!" Yang said stubbornly, "I know you are soft-hearted, you definitely can't bear to see me kneeling all the time. Master, please grant my wish!"

Lu Jing pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Boss Yang, you should understand that practitioners value peace of mind. Your obsession and eagerness for success are not conducive to practice."

"Master, I know I'm very anxious now." Mr. Yang explained quickly, "But this is only because I am too eager to embark on the path of cultivation. Once you accept me as your disciple, I will work hard to cultivate my state of mind, be calm and concentrate on my studies."

Lu Jing shook his head helplessly, smiled bitterly and said, "Boss Yang, you really don't understand, this path of cultivation is not as easy as you think.

Take me for example. As a demon, I was born with the foundation for cultivation, but even so, every step was extremely difficult.

In order to improve my cultivation, I have gone through countless times of closed-door training, enduring the excruciating pain of spiritual energy impacting my meridians, and even narrowly escaped death when I was going through a catastrophe. If it weren’t for the help of a noble person, I would have died on the spot.”

Mr. Yang's eyes widened when he heard this. It took him a while to come back to his senses. He asked anxiously, "Master, you are so powerful, what kind of monster are you?"

“I’m a squirrel.”

“Squirrel?” Mr. Yang was full of disbelief. “Just… just a furry little squirrel chewing on a pine cone? How is that possible! Master, you are so strong, you don’t look like a squirrel at all!”

Lu Jing looked at Mr. Yang's shocked expression and found it funny. He nodded slightly, "It's true. I am indeed a squirrel."

When Mr. Yang heard this, he rubbed his hands together and said, "Master, can you let me see you turn back into a little squirrel? Just one look, please!" As he said that, he pretended to kneel down again.

Lu Jing couldn't persuade him, so he sighed helplessly, "Okay, okay, you better watch it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint light appeared around Lu Jing. As the light flashed, his figure quickly shrank. In the blink of an eye, a furry little squirrel appeared in front of Mr. Yang.

The little squirrel's fur is light brown with some white fluff, just like a layer of fine starlight.

Its ears are pointed and tremble from time to time, and its big fluffy tail sways gently with its movements, which is very cute.

Mr. Yang's eyes widened immediately, and he was as excited as a toad. He knelt on the ground with a plop, and carefully held his hands in front of the little squirrel. His voice was trembling with excitement:

"Oh my god, Master, you are so cute! This is incredible!"

The little squirrel jumped lightly and landed on Mr. Yang's palm. It scratched his palm with its little paws, making Mr. Yang so itchy that he couldn't help laughing.

Mr. Yang carefully held the little squirrel in front of his eyes, his nose almost touching the little squirrel's head, and muttered to himself: "Master, how come you are such a little squirrel? Could it be that you have eaten a lot of pine cones and have enough spiritual power?"

The little squirrel tilted its head and looked at Mr. Yang's exaggerated expression. It seemed amused by his enthusiasm and rubbed his fingers with its little nose.

Mr. Yang's face flushed with excitement. He became more and more excited as he spoke. Suddenly, he opened his pocket and said, "Master, please come into my pocket. I want to hold you in my pocket so that I can see you every day!"

When the little squirrel heard this, it immediately jumped away from his palm, stood aside, and pointed at Mr. Yang with its little paws, as if in protest.

Seeing this, Mr. Yang quickly explained: "Master, don't get me wrong, I don't want to treat you as a pet, I just like you too much and want to keep you by my side all the time, so that I can feel at ease."

As he spoke, he looked at the little squirrel eagerly, gesturing with his hands, "Look, this pocket is warm. It's guaranteed to be comfortable."

The little squirrel was unmoved. It kept jumping around in its place and refused to go into his pocket.

Mr. Yang was so anxious that he scratched his head and cheeks. Suddenly, he had an idea. He took out a peanut from his pocket, put it in his palm, and handed it to the little squirrel. "Master, look, peanuts are delicious. Try it?"

The little squirrel twitched its nose, hesitated for a moment, and finally jumped onto Mr. Yang's palm, picked up the peanut, and started to chew it happily.

Mr. Yang quickly put it into his pocket. Just when the little squirrel was about to enter his pocket, it suddenly jumped out and stood on a branch nearby.

"Master, you are too smart. The solution I finally came up with didn't work."

As he said this, he began to wave at the little squirrel again, "Master, please come down quickly. I promise I won't lie to you anymore, really!"

The little squirrel jumped around on the branches, combing its hair with its claws, then poking its head out to look at Mr. Yang, but it refused to come down.

Mr. Yang was so anxious that he circled around the tree, muttering to himself, "Master, please come down. Isn't it okay if I'm wrong..."