Heartthrob forced to scum all over the cultivation world

Gu Beiya lay in her father's arms, knocked her head with both hands, her heart was beating fast, she always felt that the voice she heard just now was real, but it seemed to be a hallucination, she always felt that there was something very important, but she couldn't remember it.But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if he can't remember, anyway, he has been half-crippled in this life.

Maybe when he is seventy or eighty, his father will still look very young. At that time, the young father will walk around with a white-headed old man in his arms, and everyone will say that this is his child. It is estimated that his friends will laugh out loud.

Gu Beiya was comfortably soft in Gu Zongzhu's arms, and was washed by the water to create a different feeling. The feeling almost hit the back of the head, climbed up from the cervical spine on the back, and then spread generously to the limbs and On the skin, Gu Beiya unconsciously let out a long and comfortable breath from his throat...

The boy's breath fell on Gu Zongzhu's shoulders, it was like the boy's black hair like a spider's web, entangled with life around his body, arousing a tiny pimple.

"Ya'er, what are you thinking?" Gu Zongzhu stretched out his hand to gently caress Gu Beiya's back while slowly healing his wounds. He could feel Gu Beiya's relaxed dependence. The children do a communication.

"I'm thinking that my father will take care of me like this in 50 years, and I can't go anywhere. It's so pitiful." Gu Beiya's eyelashes were stained with water vapor, and tiny water droplets like stars condensed on them, surrounded by several octagonal lanterns floating around. It shone brightly, and along the way, a shadow like black petals fell on the eyelids, and the two strands of long hair on the sideburns curled down on the chest, just hooking the two young plums on the snow-capped mountains, like a vivid ink painting.

Gu Zongzhu didn't think about the future, he only cared about the present, and cultivators have no concept of time, but when he heard Gu Beiya say it lightly, he still felt a pain in his heart, and he didn't want to think: "No, my Ya'er. Accompany me to fly together, not to mention five or sixty years, thousands of years, and also be with my father."

"no need……"

"Don't talk too much about this matter, you can make up your own mind as a father." Gu Zongzhu interrupted.

"How to decide? Dad, don't do anything wrong. It's good for me to be like this, at least I can still hear nice music, smell the smell, taste the food, feel daddy, touch..." Gu Beiya said, With both hands falling from Gu Zongzhu's shoulders, each of the slender fingers' fingertips went along the mountain-like side peak to feel the outline of every line and line intersection.He seems to be sick, because he can't see, so his hands are sick. He always loves to cross the boundary to satisfy his own perception, loves to hold hands with people, loves to be skin-to-skin with people, and he is restless for a moment, constantly feeling and feeling.

Gu Zongzhu is very used to this, pampering everything about Gu Beiya, but this person's negative attitude is really hateful: "It's not enough, it's not enough, well, let's stop here, don't talk about it."

Gu Beiya knew that he couldn't persuade Gu Zongzhu at all, and his fingernails were angrily scratching Gu Zongzhu's back and losing his temper.

Gu Zongzhu, a Nascent Soul cultivator, is absolutely impossible to be hurt by a mortal like Gu Beiya, not to mention being pierced by a fingernail to bleed into the skin, or even a little peeling, but Gu Zongzhu is facing Gu Beiya with a little bit of cultivation. No need, deliberately let Gu Beiya vent, scratching ten red marks on his back childishly.

After the arrest, Gu Zongzhu didn't say a word, but Gu Beiya's heart ached, his hands were curled up in front of his chest, and he didn't know how to apologize, like a hydrangea that needs constant care and care to grow. If it gets too much sun, it will die. It will also die, if it is not watered, it will die, if it is watered too much, it will die.

So Gu Zongzhu lowered his head first and said, "Don't worry, things like today will never happen again, absolutely not."

The tip of Gu Beiya's nose was sore, she said 'En', and suddenly became curious again, and said, "Daddy, are you not possessed?" The young man knew nothing about this world, and he only heard his little common sense intermittently from the young city lord and his father. Come, he yearns for and resists this world. I don't know if it's because he can't really set foot in the world of cultivating immortals that he is afraid that if he hears too much, he will become more jealous of those normal people.

Gu Zongzhu smiled, leaning back against the spring, with one arm resting on the edge, his bony hand slightly forming a fist against the side of his face, tilting his head to look at Gu Beiya—it is rare for Gu Zongzhu to have such a casual and handsome appearance— ——The voice is like music, and he said: "Silly boy, how can it be so easy to become a demon? People in the demon way take shortcuts because they practice evil methods, so even if they are in the demon way, as long as they restrain a little, they are no different from ordinary people, but people like us Righteous monks, once they become demons, they can’t hide. Not to mention the demonic energy soaring to the sky, evil thoughts abound, and they can’t control their actions at all. The moment they become demons, thousands of cities will be destroyed. The mind, killing people like hemp, devouring the same way, is a demon."

"Being a father and raising Ya'er, how could you be willing to leave you?" Gu Zongzhu smiled slightly, but his eyes were extremely deep, as if even light could not penetrate.

"Then how do you explain what the master said?" Gu Beiya vaguely remembered the terrifying and stern questioning voice of the master.

Gu Zongzhu didn't explain to the old man Tianshu before, but he was very patient to the curious Gu Beiya, saying: "That was done by the devil that my father accidentally caught."

"Moxiu? What does he look like?"

"Hmm...he was late in foundation building, he looks about 40 years old, with short hair, dressed in ragged clothes, his hands are as dry as branches, his back is bent, and his back is uneven like a turtle's back."

"what?"

Gu Zongzhu stroked Gu Beiya's hair, imitated Beiya's voice and said "Huh" and said, "Huh? It turned out to be a demon cultivator who swallowed a thousand-year-old tortoise. They didn't fuse completely, so some signs appeared on their bodies. Unusual features, which cannot be erased, and which make them very ugly."

"Does Daddy have a spirit beast?" Gu Beiya only knew that Daddy's weapon was a folding fan, but it was a weapon, even if Gu Beiya liked it, he couldn't touch it casually, and he would be cut. In order to satisfy his son's wish, Gu Zongzhu specially made it I bought an identical folding fan and attuned it to gain the ability to change form. Who knew that as soon as I gave it to Gu Beiya, it was cut apart by the master.

Gu Zongzhu thought for a while, and said: "There was a mount once, it was a starling with colorful wings, it could grow and shrink so that people could stand on its back, but it was just learning the tongue all day long, it was too noisy, so it was returned to the mirror. The beast garden at the mountain gate."

Hearing this, Gu Beiya really longed for the life of being a disciple at Jingshan Gate, as if it was a special thing to be able to seek immortality in the same place as his father. He used to think that because of Gu Zongzhu's guarantee to him, I will definitely get better, like the Young City Lord, I will worship at the mountain gate when I am old, and I will become a tiny drop on the road of cultivation from then on, so I never hide my curiosity about those fairy arts, secret books, secret realms, and inheritances. Hearing these stories, Gu Beiya thought a little bit more, not knowing whether he should maintain that enthusiasm as usual and pester his father to talk more, or stop listening to it and resolutely put an end to his father's attempt to search for solutions for him. medicine' idea.

Gu Beiya's depression and entanglement will not affect Gu Zongzhu. Gu Zongzhu knows what the young man is thinking, so he said lightly: "Tomorrow, Daddy will take you up the mountain to ask the master to make you perfect. If the cheap human chrysalis can't be used, There are always other ways, Ya'er doesn't have to think about anything, just tell Dad whether you want it or not."

"For example, charcoal-grilled mutton skewers for supper, do you want Ya'er?" The word charcoal-grilled mutton skewers can't be heard outside. After getting off his butt, he held his father's hand and said what he wanted to eat.

Gu Beiya's obsession with food is not inferior to his obsession with the touch of all things. Since he can't see it, he desperately uses other senses to let himself feel the joy of being alive and explore the unknown.

The taste that the tip of the tongue can feel before is very little, the reason is very helpless, it is all because the cultivator does not pay much attention to the appetite, although the high-grade spirit meat of the spirit grass is delicious, but Gu Beiya has no luck to enjoy it, so Gu Beiya eats either this porridge or that cake, or this steamed bun or that steamed fish all day long. The taste is light and less salty, and birds can fade out of his mouth.

So from the age of two, Gu Beiya would order her father, who wanted anything and everything for her, with a sweet, milky voice, "I want hot pot", "I want sugar", "I want roast sausage", and "I want jelly".

I don't know what jelly and other things are, and I can't ask the ugly baby from the mouth of the baby Gu Beiya. Gu Zongzhu really spent a lot of time searching for delicious food in the world and cooking it himself, so that Gu Beiya, who never cries, is sensible and well-behaved. Show a satisfied smile that belongs to a child.

"..." Hearing Dad's suggestion, Gu Beiya could almost imagine the sound of the graceful oil sizzling on the charcoal fire, the coarse salt poured on the mutton was the best coarse salt freshly extracted from the deep sea, and the sauce The ingredients are even more excellent, one bite, it melts in the mouth, the dense and soft taste is mixed with a trace of fat roasted until it is burnt and crispy, it almost instantly makes Gu Beiya's lips and teeth salivate, "Yes." He couldn't resist.

"For example, do you want freshly ground soy milk tomorrow morning?"

"Yes." Gu Beiya smiled with her face up.

"Do you want a new body?"

Gu Beiya didn't react for a while, and said according to the previous words: "Yes."

"Okay, as long as you want it, you must have it!" Yuan Yingqi monk never said anything, he squeezed Gu Beiya's hand, and kissed Gu Beiya's soft fingers.