IX Cultivation

I don't know that Wan Ling has such a personality, and he still can't react. It took a long time to organize his words and tell his own story.

It is simply a story of repaying gratitude to the vulgar street.

It is said that Emperor Huan En was a down-and-out disciple in his previous life, and he lived in a thatched hut on the mountain when his family background was backward. During this time, he rescued Firefox, who had just started practicing for a long time, and the two lived in the thatched hut on the mountain for a long time. Later, Emperor Huan En died of illness, but Firefox fell in love with Emperor Huan En, so he came here in this life to repay his kindness with his body.

It's just that it was not a coincidence when he came here. Emperor Huan En's favorite queen died because of dystocia. Firefox couldn't bear to see Emperor Huan En's heartbroken appearance, so he possessed him, and wanted to accompany Emperor Huan En through this life in this way .

The man listened casually, thinking he had heard it somewhere, but he was too lazy to delve into it, and he still had more important questions that hadn't been answered: "How did you find me?"

Firefox tells his own story and hurts himself, and looks like he is about to cry but not crying, which is quite lovable.

It's a pity that the Wanling Immortal was 'blind' and couldn't see, so he only said: "How did you restrain the evil energy so..." It was so secretive.

It stands to reason that demons and ghosts who have not cultivated to a positive result have their own demonic or demonic energy, no matter how powerful their magic power is, they will not escape his eyes, but Firefox has no flaws, and even recognized him. !

"The little demon has this..." Firefox raised his head and spat out a small bead, "This is a Buddhist bead."

Wan Ling stretched out his hand, and the dark brown Buddhist bead fell into the man's palm. It was a bead condensed with Buddha's light, no wonder.

It can be seen that this Buddhist bead does not exclude Firefox, which shows that Firefox is a demon who has never killed a living being. As long as he has the heart, he will become a fairy one day.

"It is also a coincidence that the little demon will find out about the ancestor. The little demon has seen the portrait of the ancestor, and has a deep impression on the red mark between the eyebrows of the ancestor. After seeing it before, it feels familiar. After observing it for a few days, he came to this conclusion. Xiao Yao is lucky to be able to meet the ancestor who became an immortal."

Wan Ling deleted Firefox's words in his mind and found an important sentence: I have seen the portrait.

Thousands of years have passed and there are still portraits of him...

Wan Ling thought for a while, except for the half-demon, there was no other person.

Wait a minute, speak up: "You didn't tell anyone else about me, did you?"

Immortal Wan Ling got nervous for a moment, stood up from the bed, stepped barefoot on the ground covered with a layer of soft blanket, his eyes gradually darkened, he didn't know that if he was really found, he should hurry back to Jiuchongtian Go or sit obediently and wait for the half-demon to come over.

"Eh? Why do you want to tell others?" Firefox said honestly, "The little demon finally met the old ancestor. This is a chance for the little demon, and I don't want to tell the second person."

Wan Ling breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he would spend this life with little friend Ji Jue, or that when Firefox finished this life with Emperor Huan En, he would show Firefox a cave where a certain fairy hid treasure, and help Firefox to become a fairy as soon as possible, counting it as a thank you .

but……

After he didn't have any problems, Immortal Wan Ling suddenly remembered the prince who gave him a very strange feeling, and asked.

When the queen spoke, she lowered her eyes, her slender eyelashes trembling slightly covered some bewitching dark colors, and said: "That is the child born to me and Emperor Huan En, a... half-demon."

"The prince..."

"Ji Jue? The prince is not my child, I only possessed him after he was born..."

Before the Firefox finished speaking, it was stopped by Wan Ling with gestures. Firefox was puzzled, but she shielded the room. Ordinary people can't see everything in it.

But Wan Ling couldn't explain that a small stone will become a great tool after nine generations, but it can't be destroyed by caring people before it grows up.

"You go back first." Wan Ling simply said a word, Firefox didn't understand but still quickly followed the instructions, and immediately closed the spell and left the room, even the white candle on the table was lit again, Restoring a room of warm colors.

The man walked to the door, opened it, and was not surprised to see the little prince with a confused face, and said lightly, "Ah Jue, you are back..."

Ji Jue raised her head, looked into the man's beautiful eyes, and said in a low voice, with a trace of coolness in the evening wind, "Sir, I heard the voice of the queen mother."

"You heard it wrong, there is no one else in the room, sir." Wan Ling said, turning sideways to let the boy see clearly.

Ji Jue scanned the room with wide-open eyes, and finally retracted his gaze slowly, but said stubbornly, "But I clearly heard..."

The prince's little friend, Lingshi, was reincarnated, and many monsters' spells were ineffective against him, but in this life, he is a mortal, and I don't know whether it is luck or misfortune.

Wan Ling lied without changing his face: "You got it wrong."

Ji Jue stopped talking. He stared at the white feet of the man stepping on the floor for a while, then turned around to leave, but was held back by Wan Ling. Before Ji Jue turned his head, he heard the man slowly say: "Ah Jue, tonight Why don't you just sleep here with your husband, if you have anything to say, you can whisper it to him."

The little prince's heart moved, and he felt his heart, which had been cold for a moment, beat up, and the flowing blood made his chest slightly warm.

When Ji Jue came back to his senses, he had already washed and was sitting by the bed in obscene clothes, while his husband was slowly walking towards him with a candlestick in his hand. The light source seemed to come from a man, approaching him, Bring a palpitating temperature.

It might be a problem with the lighting, but Ji Jue always felt that the corners of his husband's mouth were slightly curved, with an indescribable charm.

"Ah Jue, what are you thinking?" Wan Ling didn't know what the kid Ji Jue was thinking so fascinated, he just took advantage of the situation to keep Ji Jue, and wanted to know how much Ji Jue had seen or heard. let him forget.

It shouldn't disturb the normal life of mortals. Some people have never seen spirits in their entire lives, and some people don't believe in the existence of gods at all. Coincidentally, Ji Jue is a mortal in this life. I don't want to let Xiaoshi have any ideological deviation because of myself.

"It's nothing." The prince said, while getting on the bed, spread the quilt, and got in by himself, while asking himself why he agreed to sleep with the husband, this...is not right...

Naturally, Wan Ling didn't know what was going on in Ji Jue's heart. He also lifted the thin blanket and lay down alone, and blew out the candles, so that the room below fell into darkness, and the prince didn't know where to put it. He stared intently at the blurred appearance of the man.

Ji Jue blushed after Wan Ling and him were lying on the same sheet, realizing that it was the first time she was sharing a bed with someone.

The little prince's head was dizzy, and he didn't know where he was usually shrewd and generous. He even forgot about the strange things that he saw the strange light and heard the voice of the queen mother. A faint cold fragrance from the tip of the lower nose...

Just when Ji Jue forgot that her husband came to share her bed with her to have a heart-to-heart talk, she saw Wan Ling turn sideways to face him, and then asked him, "Ah Jue, you didn't tell me what strange thing you saw just now?" Is something wrong?"

In the moonlight of the dark night, Ji Jue could only vaguely see the man's gently opening and closing lips. It took him a while to listen to the man's words, and replied: "No, I thought about it carefully, maybe I misread it, Misheard."

——Hey, this is different from what you said firmly just now!

"Is it?"

"En." The little prince said, "How could my mother come here, it's impossible."

Wan Ling heard the prince say such words with a faint smile, but he couldn't feel any happy atmosphere at all, but it made him feel that little girl Ji Jue was probably very sad.

"Because I'm the prince, my father said that I should be stronger and more self-reliant than all my brothers, and I don't need petting. Petting will only make people weak."

"So it's normal for the mother to be intimate with the third brother. I just need to become as powerful as my father. I am the future emperor."

"By the way, when I went back to the mansion, I met my third brother. He walked back alone. It was such a long way. I don't know if he has gone back now."

Wan Ling listened, but did not speak. The little prince had a heart of a child, as if he could accept anything and convinced himself that his idea of ​​erasing the memory of the prince that night was unnecessary.

"Third brother seems to be carrying a lunch box, and it's all ordered, I don't know what to do..."

"Snack for yourself? Sir... Are you asleep?"

Ji Jue found that she was the only one talking, and thought that the man was still asleep, so it would be boring to listen to herself talking about these things...

"No." Wan Ling said, "I was wondering who your third brother is."

Ji Jue could almost feel the faint gas that the man sprinkled on her cheeks when he spoke, and while embarrassingly covering most of her face with the sheet, she said, "Sir, haven't you seen it?"

"It's the one who bumped into you last time. I introduced it to my husband. It's called Ji Xi. Don't you remember, sir?"

Again, it's not that Wan Ling is old and has a bad memory.

It's just that he hasn't combined the titles of Ji Xi, third prince, half-demon, strange child, and third brother into one person, let alone this person, he doesn't remember his appearance at all.

Wan Ling didn't feel 'ashamed' at all, he said indifferently what he thought was nothing strange, his voice was his usual indifference: "Why should I remember him, he's not you..."

Many years later, when the cruel and crazy Ji Jue was chewing over and over again in his memories, he always remembered this sentence, and then turned to his side bitterly.