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

Perhaps it was amused by Mr. Yang's pitiful appearance, or perhaps it had had enough fun, the little squirrel kicked its hind legs and jumped lightly from the tree like a furry little ball.

Mr. Yang's eyes widened, and he subconsciously stretched out his hands to catch the little squirrel steadily. A big smile instantly spread across his face: "Master, you finally came down. I thought you were going to settle down in the tree!"

The little squirrel shook itself in his palm, shaking off a few leaves stuck to its fur. It looked at Mr. Yang and said in human language, "How was it? Did you enjoy it, Mr. Yang?"

Mr. Yang chuckled twice, and the wrinkles on his face were almost squeezed into a ball, "Master, you are too good at playing."

As he spoke, he poked the squirrel's round belly with his finger and said, "Could it be that all your spiritual power is hidden in your belly, like a small universe, and it will explode like a disaster?"

The little squirrel used its claws to slap away Mr. Yang's fingers, "Spiritual power is not hidden in the stomach. It's not as simple as you think."

Mr. Yang didn't care. He was in a good mood and said to himself: "Master, if I could turn into an animal like you, what would I turn into?

I want to be an eagle, so I can fly in the sky, how majestic! But I am afraid of losing my feathers. When the wind blows, my feathers will fly everywhere, like a moving feather duster, which is too embarrassing. "

As he spoke, he danced and gestured like an eagle flying, swinging his arms like propellers, almost throwing the little squirrel out. The little squirrel was dizzy and quickly jumped onto his other hand.

"How about I turn into an elephant? I have thick skin and flesh, so I can definitely take a beating." Mr. Yang's eyes lit up, then he frowned, "But an elephant is too big, it's inconvenient to move around. What if it enters a door and knocks it down? I'll lose a lot of money.

Besides, if there is no place to take a shower in the summer, and my body stinks, who would want to play with me?" He said, fanning his trunk exaggeratedly, as if he really smelled the stench of the elephant.

The little squirrel looked at him helplessly, thinking that this guy had a really big imagination and could think of such a thing.

But before Mr. Yang finished speaking, he said excitedly: "Master, how about I turn into a mosquito, which can fly quietly and secretly suck other people's blood. Oh, no, no."

He suddenly slapped his head and said, "Mosquitoes are so annoying that they can be killed with just one slap. I haven't even started practicing yet and I've already become a mosquito cake. That won't do."

The little squirrel squatted in Mr. Yang's palm, with its ears erect. It tilted its head and looked at him, making a slight grinding sound.

Suddenly, Mr. Yang's eyes lit up and he jumped up excitedly: "Master, I got it! I can turn into a chameleon, so that I can be invisible and go wherever I want. No one can find me. I can also follow you secretly and watch how you practice. Maybe I can learn from you and become a master!"

As he spoke, he imitated a chameleon and stuck out his tongue, extending and retracting it. The expression on his face was so funny that Xue Moqian, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but exclaimed "Ahahaha~" twice.

The little squirrel was almost dying of laughter at Mr. Yang's words. It jumped from his hand to the ground and turned back into human form. When Mr. Yang saw Lu Jing's transformation, he was stunned for a moment, then he moved closer:

"Master, how did you change back? I haven't finished talking yet. What do you think of me, the chameleon?"

Lu Jing looked at him with a smile on his face, "Boss Yang, you didn't take to heart what I told you about the pros and cons of cultivation."

Mr. Yang said nonchalantly: "For the sake of cultivation, I am willing to endure any damage and pain."

"Including being struck by lightning?" Lu Jing asked with a raised eyebrow.

"What? Struck by lightning?" Mr. Yang was shocked and waved his hands quickly, "Master, I am a human being. Do I have to be struck by lightning when I practice cultivation?"

Lu Jing nodded, "Of course, karma goes round and round. You sowed the seeds today, and you must pay for the fruits. The so-called cultivation is to fight against the heavens for your life, to change your fate against the will of heaven. If you want to live forever and live as long as heaven, you need to pay the corresponding price."

"Then Master, did you encounter any danger when you were transcending the tribulation?" After hearing this, Mr. Yang felt scared and couldn't help asking.

"Yes, didn't I say that at the beginning? I almost didn't make it through the tribulation once. If it weren't for the help of a noble person, I would have been reduced to ashes long ago."

Mr. Yang took a deep breath, "Oh my god, is it so serious? Master, what happened at that time?"

Lu Jing looked up at the sky, lost in distant memories, and spoke slowly:

"A long time ago, before I transformed, I curled up on a boulder in the valley. Lightning and thunder were flashing all around me. The sky and earth seemed to be shrouded in a terrifying darkness. The rolling dark clouds seemed to want to swallow me up."

Mr. Yang swallowed his saliva and said, "Master, is this what is called transcending the tribulation?"

Lu Jing nodded, "When the first bolt of lightning struck, the powerful current instantly ran through my body. I felt like a leaf caught in a strong wind, being blown away uncontrollably and falling heavily to the ground.

Before I could recover, the second thunderbolt came. I tried to mobilize the meager spiritual power in my body to resist it, but the power of the thunderbolt was too strong. I was like an ant, so small in front of it.

As time passed, my spiritual power became weaker and weaker, my body was covered with scars, and every breath seemed to drain my last bit of strength.

Finally, a thunderbolt struck with the power to destroy the world. I had no time to dodge. I felt a sharp pain and my consciousness blurred. The world in front of me fell into darkness. I thought, I might die here. "

Mr. Yang was so engrossed in what he heard that he slapped his thigh and said, "It's already this late, that noble man should show up, right?"

Lu Jing continued, "Yes. Just as I was desperately waiting for death to come, suddenly, the strong wind seemed to stop and the raindrops stopped hitting me.

In a daze, I felt a gentle yet powerful force enveloping me. That force was like the warm sun in spring, dispelling the cold and fear in my body.

I tried hard to open my eyes, but I could only see a tall figure standing in front of me, emitting a soft light all over his body. The light was too dazzling and I couldn't see his face at all.

But I could feel that it was this person who saved me at the critical moment. He was like a god descending from the sky, easily resisting the thunderbolt that almost turned me into ashes.

President Yang's face was filled with shock and disbelief. "Oh my God, this... this is too incredible! Is there anyone who can withstand the thunder so easily? How powerful must he be!"

Lu Jing nodded slightly, his eyes revealing a trace of awe and emotion for the past, "His strength was far beyond what I could have imagined at the time.

Under his protection, I heard the thunder hitting the barrier he had set up, making a deafening sound, but he stood there firmly, not moving at all.

Then, he stretched out his finger and gently pointed, and the powerful thunder was disintegrated by him, and the calamity cloud began to slowly dissipate. "

"What happened next? What happened next?" Mr. Yang asked anxiously. Lu Jing's Adam's apple rolled slightly, calming down the waves brought by that thrilling memory:

"After the catastrophe was over, he gently held me in his palm and slowly injected a warm spiritual power into my body. This spiritual power was like a magical potion, quickly repairing my damaged meridians and soul.

My injuries gradually improved, and my consciousness became clearer and clearer. After he finished all this, he stood up and left.

I looked at his departing back, my heart full of gratitude. I really want to know who this person is who appeared when I was most desperate and saved my life.