Demon Lord became my apprentice

Early the next morning, Cong Rong stepped into his small courtyard in the morning light.The yard is not big, there are only three thatched huts in total.In front of the house, there is a reclaimed flower garden, which is full of verdant Zhuyu grass, which is growing gratifyingly.

Seeing that Zhu Yucao had grown stronger overnight against the spring breeze, Cong Rong couldn't help showing a satisfied smile.

Last night, he ran hundreds of miles in a row and cleaned up several groups of demonic energy with low spiritual power. Now he was exhausted physically and mentally, and he just wanted to lie down on the bed and have a good sleep.

Unexpectedly, just as he walked into the house, he suddenly sensed spiritual power fluctuations a hundred meters away.The pure aura of heaven and earth from the righteous way of Xianmen, the aura is still very familiar, and the person who comes is not the enemy.

Cong Rong sat down at the table, poured himself a cup of overnight cold tea, and waited for the man to arrive.

After a while, the man came to the house.

After seeing the person's appearance clearly, Cong Rong was stunned for a moment, then stood up abruptly: "Sister-in-law?!"

The person who came was a woman in her twenties, with a pretty face and a gentle temperament, but there was a deep sorrow between her brows.At this moment, she was holding a sleeping baby in her arms.

Cong Rong's eyes fell on the baby, and he frowned suspiciously.

The woman he called sister-in-law spoke very tiredly, "Arong, you must have heard about your elder brother."

Cong Rong didn't speak, it was a tacit agreement.

A few months ago, Cong Rong heard rumors in the market that his elder brother died in battle.He couldn't believe that a role model of the immortal sect who was as glorious as his elder brother, in the most beautiful years, his life came to an abrupt end.He once sneaked back to Shuofangzong, wanting to find out the truth of the matter, but when he returned to Shuofangzong, what he saw was the sad scene of wearing sackcloth and filial piety, with white flags unfurling.

The woman looked down at the baby in her arms, with grief and reluctance hidden in her eyes, she said bluntly: "This child is your eldest brother's posthumous child." The woman murmured to herself: "The day Ah Rui left , I learned that I was pregnant with his child, so I waited for his triumphant return at home with great joy, hoping that he would be the first to know the good news. But once he left, he never came back."

Cong Rong's breathing stagnated, and his whole body seemed to be dragged into a muddy swamp. The muddy muddy water sealed his mouth and nose, and a sense of suffocation quickly spread all over his body.

Three years ago, he insisted on leaving Shuofangzong, and he did not hesitate to cut off his brother's robes with his closest relatives.In the past few months, he has often been plagued by nightmares, imagining that if he hadn't insisted on going his own way and stayed in Shuofangzong, maybe he could protect his eldest brother Zhouquan with all his might.Now, looking at the baby in the arms of his sister-in-law, who lost his father at birth, Cong Rong's heart seemed to be tightly held in the palm of his hand. Self-blame, guilt, grief... Tortured so much that he couldn't bear to live.

Seeing Cong Rong sweating profusely and looking as if she was about to be swallowed alive by the monstrous waves, the woman secretly clenched her fists, forcing herself to be hard-hearted. Rubbing the baby's head, he said in a hoarse voice: "He is the child of me and A Rui, and he is the last thought left by A Rui to me. How I wish he could stay away from the right and wrong of the fairy and devil races, and live his whole life. Peace of mind."

Speaking of this, the woman suddenly became agitated, tears came out of her eyes, and her thin body couldn't help shaking, "But unfortunately he was born in my womb, became the child of me and A Rui, and became the descendant of the immortal family People. I can't keep A Rui, and I can't protect him. When he grows up, he will follow in A Rui's footsteps! He was forced to become a model disciple of the Xianmen family when he was young, and he was forced to fight on the battlefield when he grew up. The demons fight to the death!"

Cong Rong seemed to be unable to bear the blow any longer, his tall figure swayed suddenly, he staggered two steps backwards, and his back bumped into the sharp corner of the table.He supported the edge of the table with his backhand to barely stabilize his figure.Cong Rong suddenly felt a fishy sweetness welling up in his throat, and the Dan Mansion was boiling like boiling water, boiling like an overwhelming river.

There was a deep guilt in the woman's beautiful eyebrows, and she subconsciously wanted to reach out to help him.As soon as the arm moved, the last sliver of rationality suddenly came to her senses. She gritted her teeth to control her natural impulse, and knelt down in front of Cong Rong, "A Rong, my sister-in-law came today to ask for something from you. My sister-in-law knows , Because of the grievances of the elders, there is a gap between you and your elder brother. But my sister-in-law knows that this is not your intention, and your elder brother has never complained about you. Today, the only person my sister-in-law can trust is you .”

The woman handed the baby in her arms to Cong Rong, and begged weakly: "A Rong, please look at your elder brother's face, sister-in-law hopes that you can accept our child as a disciple, as long as you don't go back to Shuofangzong and Biluomen , wherever you want. Arong, in this world, except you, no one can keep him safe and sound all his life. "

Cong Rong gradually calmed down, he looked down at the woman's tired face with two tear stains of different shades, his heart ached almost to the point of numbness.

In his impression, the eldest sister-in-law has always been confident and generous, with proper manners, and her heroine demeanor ranks among the female disciples of many immortal families.However, at this moment, the sister-in-law in front of him was like a candle in the wind, as if it would go out at any moment.

There was a bit of movement, and the sleeping baby in the woman's arms was awakened, but he neither cried nor made noise, and looked around with his dark eyes.

When I met the baby's clear eyes, all emotions fell to the ground in an instant. He was dead and regretted, but God treated him kindly after all and gave him a chance to make up.Cong Rong calmed down, went to pick up the baby with one hand, helped his sister-in-law up with the other, and solemnly promised: "Don't worry, sister-in-law, I will take him as a disciple, take care of him when he grows up, and do my best to protect him for a hundred years. worry."

Perhaps it was because of the overwhelming sorrow that the woman looked very weak, when Cong Rong helped her stand up, her feet swayed twice, and she seemed to be on the verge of falling.

"Thank you, A Rong." As if she was afraid of being discovered, the woman pulled her arm back calmly, tried to stand up straight and said, "I can't stay here for long, the child will be handed over to you."

After all, the woman looked at the child with nostalgia, suppressed her reluctance, and turned to leave.

About a hundred meters away from the small courtyard, the woman suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and leaned against the tree trunk unbearably.The woman endured the pain, a gloomy light flashed in the bottom of her eyes, her nostalgia and reluctance for the baby just now were all gone, "Arong, don't blame sister-in-law, sister-in-law just did what should be done for you."

After the woman left, Cong Rong and the little guy in his arms stared and sized each other up.Cong Rong thought to himself: Don't cry or make trouble, it's quite obedient.

Cong Rong has no experience in raising children at all, and didn't know what to do with the baby in the swaddle, so she simply took him to the bed and slept together.

Lying on the bed, Cong Rong, who hadn't slept all night last night, was not feeling sleepy at the moment.He stared at the top of the bed, the woman's words echoed in his ears, and childhood memories flooded into his heart like a flood.

"Who is he? Why is he there alone?"

"do not you know?"

"I don't know. I don't think I've seen him before."

"Of course you haven't seen him. He is the child brought back by the suzerain and the young suzerain when they went to the Misty Pavilion for the Qushui banquet on the Shangsi Festival yesterday."

"Oh, I heard! His mother suddenly appeared at the Qushui Banquet with him. In front of all the masters, she said that this child was the son of the young master who had a night of flirting with her when he was traveling a few years ago. , conceived."

The voice of the two whispering was not low, and the little boy in the pavilion hid himself behind the pillar.

"I have to say, his mother is really powerful, she even dared to hide the fetus under the eyes of the Young Sect Master's wife."

"Hey, the young suzerain is also unlucky to have such a woman."

"Who says it's not? There is no one in the Xianmen family who doesn't have three wives and four concubines, and the young master has always been self-denying, respectful, and conscientious. Over the years, he doesn't even have a concubine. Once he indulged once in a while, he was entangled by someone's design."

"Presumptuous, what rule does the Shuofang sect have that allows you to chew people's tongues behind their backs!" A loud voice suddenly came from a distance.

The two fell silent immediately, lowered their eyebrows and said, "Little Sect Master."

The young man known as the little suzerain looked to be only about ten years old. He strode over and said coldly, "Go to the Discipline Hall to receive the punishment yourself."

Both of them were taken aback, and wanted to beg for mercy, but when they met the young man's cold gaze, they had no choice but to admit their fate: "Yes, little suzerain."

After all, he left in despair.

After a while, the surroundings became completely quiet.The little boy hiding behind the pillar thought everyone was gone, so he poked his head out secretly.

At this moment, someone suddenly patted his shoulder from behind.

The little boy was startled and jumped to hide on the other side of the pillar.

"Don't be afraid, I won't kill you."

The little boy recognized the boy's voice, it was the person who helped him just now.

Seeing that the little boy didn't dodge any more, but just stared at him fixedly, the young man said again: "My name is Cong Rui. Listen to them, your name is Cong Rong?"

……

Unknowingly, a burst of drowsiness struck, Cong Rong carried these memory fragments into a dream.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Cong Rong clearly heard a series of silver bell-like laughter in his dream, very close, as if right next to his ears.

Cong Rong woke up from the nightmare, feeling the warmth and humidity within reach.Cong Rong had an ominous premonition and sat up from the bed.