Town School Little Fox [Cultivation]

Lu'an didn't know what was wrong with this child, didn't he just cut his hand, did he have haemorrhage?This is not good, as a cultivator, there will be a lot of beatings and killings in the future, blood fainting is a taboo.

Even if he develops the ability to kill without blood in the future, he won't be able to stand up to others.This weakness is all too obvious and must be overcome.

However, this is a matter of the future, and there is no rush right now.

Lu'an cleared his throat, acted like the patriarch of the town faction, and said to Shen Hezhi: "Boy, would you like to be the contractor of my patriarch Lu'an?"

Although Lu'an looks no bigger than a palm, he is actually hundreds of years old even if he doesn't count his age in his previous life.

Although his voice lacked the indifference and ease of a cultivator and a little more of a fox spirit than in his previous life, it was still the voice of an adult man, completely inconsistent with his current appearance.

Hearing this voice suddenly, Shen Hezhi was stunned for a long while before connecting it with the little fox sitting in front of him.

This contrast is really bigger.

"Lu'an... patriarch?"

Although he knew that the little thing was very extraordinary, Shen Hezhi, who just treated it as a little pet because the other party didn't speak a word, was in a delicate mood.

Lu'an narrowed his eyes: "What?"

Sensing that the little fox's eyes were not looking good, it seemed that he would be beaten up again if he had any doubts, Shen Hezhi was very obedient and did not raise any objections, he stood up and bowed: "Shen Hezhi pays respects to... Senior."

He quickly adjusted, "I don't know what you mean by the contractor?"

Seeing that he was so knowledgeable, Lu'an responded quickly, and nodded in satisfaction.

He looked around, jumped on the table and chair behind him, and said solemnly: "You have also seen all kinds of miracles of the ancestor, and you are not as stupid as other mortals. The ancestor just asked you, do you want to become a fairy?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Shen He's eyes: "You mean, He Zhi has the talent to cultivate Taoism and ascend to immortality?"

The aura of this world is so strong, even people in the mortal world should know some news that is suspected to be in the realm of cultivation, especially the people of the royal family.

Lu'an was not surprised by Shen Hezhi's reaction.

"Old Ancestor, my figure is not something that anyone can see."

Shen Hezhi also thought of this question, he paused, made a posture of thinking, and suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly: "Senior...Since the Immortal Elder has chosen Hezhi as the contractor, Hezhi has no chance to regret it even if he wants to come. gone."

Lu'an asked back, "Do you think I'm threatening you?"

Shen Hezhi hurriedly said: "Don't dare."

Lu'an shook his tail, rather carelessly: "It's not like there is no chance to repent."

"Let's make a contract with you first, it's just that I can talk to you." Shen Hezhi is a mortal, if Lu'an directly transmits the voice to him, with his spiritual consciousness, the other party's fragile brain may not be able to keep it.

"If you don't want to, the ancestor will not force it. The contract can be terminated at any time, and there will be no price."

The twisted melon is not sweet, even if this long-term meal ticket is in Lu'an's mind, he will not do anything threatening.

If he harbors resentment, how can he serve him in the future?

What Lu'an didn't tell Shen Hezhi was that he took Shen Hezhi's fingertip blood, and he didn't just establish a relationship with him.

For those who have not yet embarked on the path of cultivation, this fingertip blood has a slight effect.

With fingertip blood in hand, as long as Shen Hezhi's strength does not exceed him, he is equivalent to holding Shen Hezhi's mind in his hands, ensuring that Shen Hezhi can't hurt him.

Of course, fingertip blood is not as binding as heart blood after practice, and its corresponding control is naturally not as strong as master-servant deed, symbiosis deed, golden ranch deed, etc.

He can only roughly grasp Shen Hezhi's likes and dislikes towards him, as for using fingertip blood to treat Shen Hezhi, that is also not acceptable.

But for Lu'an and Shen Hezhi at this stage, it is enough.

And this kind of small defense that is not based on the premise of harm, even if it is exposed in the future, it will not arouse too much resentment.

Lu'an still thinks quite long-term.

"You can think about it."

Lu'an properly threw out some bait: "If you agree, I will help you practice Taoism and transcend the common world. Naturally, this small palace will not be able to trap you anymore."

The temptation to become an immortal is not small for mortals, and the opportunity to escape from the palace also stabbed Shen Hezhi's heart.

But... "I don't know, what can Hezhi do for the ancestor?"

There will be no pies in the sky, and Shen Hezhi will not think that the other party will help him unconditionally.

Lu'an licked his small mouth: "Your craftsmanship is good, and there is still room for improvement."

The serious and dignified feeling in Shen Hezhi's heart disappeared instantly.

He almost forgot that although this little thing called himself the ancestor, the contract, and the things he said in his head seemed bluffing, but in essence... it was a greedy fox he abducted with a plate of roast chicken.

Lu'an coughed lightly, aware that his majesty had been compromised, and added arrogantly: "You are good to support your ancestors, and your ancestors will naturally not treat you badly."

Even though Lu'an tried his best to uphold his majesty, Shen Hezhi, who thought he had seen clearly his careful thoughts, was no longer as close to a formidable enemy as before.

Just now when the ancestor of Lu'an said that he had formed a contract with him, Shen Hezhi really felt a little disgusted in his heart.

Of course, it was only a little bit, and it quickly disappeared.

Because after all, this little fox was provoked by himself.

Later, he realized that the other party's attitude was still kind, and that little worry had completely disappeared, so Shen Hezhi began to think about the little fox's proposal.

Lu'an said to him: "If you embark on the path of cultivation, all the power, status, relatives and friends you have now will become a thing of the past, and everything will have to start from scratch. If you agree or not, you should think about it more, don't be in a hurry. "

In fact, there is nothing to consider. In this imperial palace, in this mortal world, is there anything worthy of his nostalgia?

If you can throw away all this and start anew, it may be much more interesting than being this little prince who has no idea what to do.

"Don't think too much about it," Shen Hezhi bowed to Lu'an: "Hezhi, I would like to be the contractor of the ancestor."

Lu'an said: "If you decide once, you can't go back on your word."

Shen Hezhi said: "Never regret it."

It could be seen that he was very serious, and the six tails behind Lu'an happily bent: "Okay, then the ancestor will accept you as a contractor."

If you ignore Lu'an's voice, the little fox in front of you is quite cute, especially... Shen Hezhi looked at the six plush tails behind it, and his hands were itchy.

I don't know what punishment will be given for disrespect to the "immortal elder"?

Shen Hezhi looked at it for a while, but couldn't hold back his longing for fluffy, and he was so vicious, he quietly stretched out his demonic claws to Lu'an.

How could Lu'an fail to notice Shen Hezhi's small movements, he turned his head and glanced at the other's salty hands, and said, "Go get a pen and paper."

Shen Hezhi had no choice but to stop regretfully, and obediently went to get the pen and paper.

Previously, Lu'an said that there was no rush, just to give the other party some time to prepare.Now that the status of the long-term meal ticket has been determined, there is no need to waste time, and let's start tuning, teaching—training directly.

Sitting on the paper, Lu'an's cute little claw manipulated the writing brush, and wrote a series of small characters with fangs and claws.