The teacher and apprentice are on the rise!

Later, Cen Shu went to the Forest of Steles in the Snowy Land of Shisha.

Above the head is a high sky, and below the feet is a sea of ​​sand, from which the chaos of the world spread a few days ago.

Cen Shu stood in the intoxicating summer wind, closed his eyes and quietly sorted out the lively clear and turbid air in the sky, and peeled away possible fragments of consciousness from it.

Spiritual consciousness is like a big net, spreading out finely and densely in all directions.

Cen Shu discovered that the clouds engulfed the heavy rain, the insects and ants turned up the waves in the fine sand, the mountain ridges held up the mist, and the birds threw themselves into the dense forest...

He explored all the vibrant things in the vast world, but he couldn't find a single person.

The Flipping Galaxy also hovered under Cen Shu's palm, the faint latitude and longitude lines extended to infinity, and the black and white chess pieces wanted to fall silently to the intersection, before they touched it, they turned into bits of broken light and went away dimly.

Cen Shu didn't dare to ask Tianji, whether he still exists in the world.

It seemed that if he did not get a clear answer, Cen Shu would be able to search again and again.

There is no pattern to the sudden fall of memory, and Cen Shu gradually needs to take longer to recall what he just forgot.

For a moment, it seemed that Cen Shu was the only fish that slipped through the net, as if as long as he didn't remember, "Xue Yu" had never appeared in the world.

Xueqi was summoned back from the forest at the foot of the snow mountain by Cen Shu, and the big snow leopard sat in the hall anxiously with its four paws wrapped around its tail.

He tentatively asked: "Didn't the master say not to let me force the child, but to let nature take its course?"

Cen Shu didn't answer, but just ordered: "From now on, he will practice with you until he becomes humanoid."

"The sooner the better." He paused and added.

Being re-entrusted with important tasks, the snow leopard's blue eyes suddenly lit up, and its long tail stretched out to "slap" the ground.

"Take orders! Don't worry, master!" When he got excited, the roar of the leopard followed.

The cub was lying at the foot of the bed, playing happily with the Ye Mingzhu given to him by Cen Shu, when he heard the sound, he shuddered suddenly, and he swallowed the Ye Ming Pearl the size of a bird's egg with a "gudong".

He suddenly rolled around on the bed, scratching his neck and making a suffocating "woo-woo" sound.

Cen Shu hurriedly took him to his lap, and before he could do anything else, he saw a thick furry claw the size of a cattail fan stretched out like lightning, and slapped the cub hard on the back.

The little leopard cub was forced to open its mouth, and spat out Ye Mingzhu with a "poof".

Ye Mingzhu rolled back to Cen Shu's hand, and the snow leopard lowered its head and licked the cub's back hair skillfully.

"Cubs are like this, they are disobedient, and they have to stare at him from time to time when they are playing around."

Amidst the humming and coquettish sound, Xueqi jumped back down the hall with his son's nape in his mouth, bowed his head respectfully and said: "The master will take good care of him, and just let the subordinates take care of the child, and he will definitely live up to the master's high expectations!"

The cub seemed to feel that his days of lawlessness were coming to an end. He curled up his four paws helplessly, and even curled up his long tail aggrievedly. He opened a pair of wet eyes and yelled at people pitifully.

Cen Shu looked at him, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just said, "Go."

Xueqi bowed her head and saluted, then turned around and jumped out of the door lightly.

In the past, Cen Shu liked to look at Snow Leopard with the remote viewing mirror, to confirm where he was, what he was doing, whether he was happy or safe.

But after knowing his other identity, he saw less, because the two almost never separated again.

But after handing over the cub to Xueqi, Cen Shu seemed to have forgotten about this technique, and he didn't turn his eyes away, nor took the initiative to ask him about his cultivation.

The road to seeking the Tao must be very difficult, but in this regard, as a human race, Cen Shu can't help him, and the sinking of memory is spreading day by day, and they don't have so much time to waste.

Cen Shu didn't want to see the cub's tired and wronged appearance, so he had no choice but to choose not to look at it.

Fanshou Xinghe was placed on the low table, and the scattered chess pieces slowly fell from the height of more than a foot above the chess table, and they shattered and disappeared before they touched the table, and then new chess pieces were condensed out, and the small pieces continued. calculation.

Just like the clock ticking in the room, it goes round and round, endlessly, but there is no result.

But Cen Shu just sat on the short side day and night, watching with his eyes downcast.

One night later, the heavy snow like goose feathers fell terribly, and the sound of fluttering could be heard when it hit the ground.

Suddenly there was a slight rustling sound from the sleeping hall that had been silent for three or four days.

Cen Shu turned his head when he heard the noise, and was a little surprised to see a mass of milky white fur leaning out of the night, slowly turning over the high threshold, and slapping his feet on the ground.

He seemed to be in pain from the fall, and he turned over awkwardly and crawled, whining softly.

"...Xiao Yu?" Cen Shu was in a daze.

The cub couldn't understand human words, but knew that the person was calling him when he uttered this syllable, so he opened his mouth and let out a "mi" again, his eyes were half-closed, and he looked very listless.

Cen Shu did not float him, but walked over and squatted down in front of the cub, tentatively putting his hand on his head.

Seeing that the cub had no intention of resisting, he quickly picked him up in his arms.

The little thing's whole body was cold, curling its tail into Cen Shu's lapel and curled up into a ball, shivering from the cold.

He was still wrapped in short fluffy lanugo, and he couldn't survive the cold night on the snow-capped mountains that would freeze to death without being trapped in the soft and thick belly hair of his parents.

And the bedroom is always as warm as early spring, so the cub must have come back for this reason.

But no matter what the reason is, as long as he can come to find him, Cen Shu will feel very happy.

He warmed up his palms a little more, and touched the cub's belly. He felt a little deflated, so he took out a small piece of cooked meat and held it to his mouth, coaxing in a low voice, "Eat something."

The beast has always guarded its food tightly, and it can't eat from a bowl like Xue Yu when he took over the snow leopard's consciousness.

Later, Xueqi taught him that Cen Shu put the food in a fixed container on the ground, and then stepped back to a safe distance, and then the cubs came forward to eat cautiously.

But at this moment, the tip of the light pink nose shrugged towards Cen Shu's palm, and the cub's eyes opened a little, and after a weak cry, he buried his head in eating.

He snorted very sweetly, and the protruding spine at the back of his neck shrugged accordingly.

Cen Shu's warm palm gently wrapped the bone, and the cub patted his ears as if aware of it, instead of turning his head to scratch him as usual, but stepped on the other side of Cen Shu's spread out with two front paws. With one hand, he was still tearing the piece of flesh.

A faint smile flashed in Cen Shu's eyes, and he rubbed his thumb against the cub's side neck pamperingly.

He ate up a small piece of white meat, and the cub licked off all the falling crumbs.

With a soft, barbed tongue, he slid across Cen Shu's palm, and the fully developed barbs did not pierce at all, but made people itchy when they rubbed against each other.

Cen Shu curled his fingers as if feeling something, and seemed to deliberately scratch the cub's chin with his fingers.

The latter raised his face, opened his eyes like glass beads, and opened his mouth to call out to Cen Shu, but his voice sounded much stronger than before.

So Cen Shu pulled out another small piece of meat and fed it to him.

There was a "creaking" sound of squeezing the snow in front of the door, and Xueqi roared and jumped into the door.

The cub was so frightened that he didn't even eat the meat, so he hurriedly spread his paws and burrowed deep into Cen Shu's skirt.

"Master! That kid really——ah!"

Seeing that Xueqi was about to land on the couch after two jumps, he was suddenly pushed back by an invisible force.

The big one, a snow leopard, rolled back and sat on the ground with splits, shaking its head, and then remembered whose territory it was running wild, and quickly rolled up and drooped its neck and called: "Master..."

Several layers of skirts were torn apart in a panic by the young leopard, and they were loosely opened, revealing the innermost layer of jade-white tunic.

Cen Shu unhurriedly put the cooked meat into his shirt, let the little thing in his arms continue to eat, and then raised his eyelids and glanced at Xue Qi casually.

The cub sniffed the food in front of him, and thought he had hidden it, so he put the piece of meat into his clothes and started to eat it.

Xueqi looked at the half-haired tail exposed outside the loosened skirt of the first person, and said embarrassingly: "Master, please don't spoil me, he didn't complete the homework assigned today, and my subordinates are punishing him when he will break through." When can we eat?"

Cen Shu said indifferently, "I never punished him."

Xueqi: "..."

Worryingly, he raised his front paw and scratched his chin: "But my son only has one belly."

Cen Shu ignored him, and just asked, "Isn't it okay for Xiaoyu to eat like this on weekdays?"

"Zhiyu is my own son, so naturally I wouldn't really treat him harshly," Xue Qi argued with a guilty conscience, "With cultivation as a foundation, one or two... two or three meals, it's not a problem."

Cen Shu looked at him for a while, then said calmly, "Cultivation also needs to be relaxed and relaxed. Don't rush it."

Xue Qi cautiously asked for instructions: "But didn't the master say... let me, the sooner the better?"

Cen Shu paused: "What did I say?"

Xueqi: "Yes!"

Cen Shu: "How could I—"

His voice stopped abruptly.

The Flipping Galaxy on the short table was empty due to the absence of the owner's urging, and the deduction had stopped at some point.

A look of panic flashed across Cen Shu's face, and his heart sank suddenly.

After only a few words, he actually forgot again.

"Understood." Cen Shu closed his eyes and said, "I will send Xiao Yu there tomorrow morning."

Xueqi didn't understand why his master changed in an instant, like the torrential rain in the south of the Yangtze River, which could suddenly fall.

Just as he was about to carefully say yes, he heard Cen Shu say in a deep voice, "If I haven't gone...you will come and look for it."

Xue Qi respectfully agreed, took another glance at the tip of the tail protruding from the skirt of the person opposite, and bid farewell with discernment.

The cub ate its meat warmly in Cen Shu's arms, and licked its paws clean. When it finally remembered its father and raised its ears to listen, it realized that it was quiet outside. The big snow leopard had left for a long time.

He poked his head out of his collar, and found that the person holding him was sitting in front of a small table, holding a colored wooden branch in his hand, scratching something on the thinly spread snowflakes.

A small portrait of a young man was outlined on the paper, looking at the person on the opposite side of the paper, his round eyes curved into a smile.

The person on the paper has snowy hair and bright eyelashes, and light eyes. If it is not for the outline, it seems that there is not even a trace of black on the body.

The young leopard didn't recognize rice paper, brushes, and inkstones, and didn't understand why this person could still leave marks when he stepped on the snow, so he jumped out and took two steps on the paper, and found that the snow was not cold, and the place he stepped on was not cold Leaving those dark lines behind, he tilted his head and called out to Cen Shu very curiously.

Cen Shu looked at him, then suddenly put down his pen and made a "come here" gesture.

If it was in the past, the cub would definitely ignore him.

But just now, taking advantage of the person's influence and eating the other person's food, the cub hesitated for a while, then really walked towards the person.

Cen Shu quickly picked up the little leopard cub, quickly dipped it on the inkstone beside it, and "pata" was printed on the place where the signature was signed.

All this happened very quickly, and before the cub could howl and struggle, he discovered something interesting by himself, and Dang even spread his paws and started to run away.

The face of the young man in that picture was imprinted with a string of small plum blossom marks.

The cub grinned and showed off at people.

Cen Shu: "Yes, very beautiful."

He hung the portrait aside casually, spread out a piece of rice paper, and drew again with a pen.

The cub seemed to understand the game this man was going to play with him, and when Cen Shu finished drawing, he pattered across the paper, leaving a series of footprints that faded away.

The cub was dissatisfied: "Mi!"

"Dip a little more." Cen Shu taught him.

So the cub ran back again, jumped into the inkstone as if stepping on a puddle, raised its tail in a small area, twirled around, and continued to step back on the paper.

"Mi!" It's all right this time.

The cub was still young and could neither fast nor sleep less, and fell asleep on paper in the early hours of the morning.

Perhaps it was because they played around together that they established an initial friendship. This time, the little leopard cub did not curl up its tail in an extremely vigilant posture like it did a few days ago. It fell asleep just now, with half of its snow-white belly exposed. Drum with the breath.

In Luoxue's silent hall, only the small snoring of the cub remained.

After Cen Shu finished the last stroke, he wiped off the ink stains on the cub's flesh pad and the ink spots splashed on other places, and pulled him back into his arms, spreading out new paper for countless times.

When the snow fell slightly, and the morning light parted the thick clouds to reveal a fish-belly white, Cen Shu drew at the table all night.

Xueqi didn't wait for the master to send him off, and came to pick up his son at dawn.As soon as he came in, he was almost taken aback by the ink paintings on rice paper hanging all over the room.

Smiling, meditating, standing, and sitting, the faces of young people are vivid on the paper, and their frowns and smiles are lifelike.

Xue Qi lowered her head, not daring to look around, walked up to Cen Shu and called, "Master."

Cen Shu stopped writing, lifted the cub who was still soundly asleep in his arms, and placed it on top of the big snow leopard's head.

Although Xue Qi dared not even bend his neck against his son, he still secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

His master finally let him go without delay.

Xue Qi responded, but still couldn't hold back her curiosity: "Master, who is this portrait?"

Cen Shu took a deep look at him.

This gaze was so oppressive that Xueqi wanted to bow his head and confess his crime, but he heard the other party slowly say: "The person in front of me."

Xue Qi was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

The bottom of the sea is the sky and the moon, and the person in front of you is the sweetheart.

Leopard was illiterate and couldn't understand, and Cen Shu didn't want to explain anything, so he just said softly, "Go."

Xueqi: "Oh."

He bid farewell with his neck stuck, and as soon as he sprang out of the gate of the small courtyard, he tilted his head and prepared to knock the cub off his head, grabbed the nape of his neck and carried it away.

But just as the cub turned over, he was blocked by an inexplicable force.

The little grunt made an ups and downs, and the cub lay down again.

Cen Shu's indifferent voice rang in Xueqi's ear out of thin air: "Take care."

Xueqi sweated profusely: "Yes yes yes!"

Without the cubs printing plum blossoms, Cen Shu continued to paint.

He didn't want to keep the images in the utensils, because he was afraid that one day his mana would run out, or he would forget to look inside, and the things inside would never see the light of day.

So Cen Shu could only use the most stupid method to draw him stroke by stroke, and then write down their affairs word by word.

Every time he draws it, he can recall Xue Yu's face, and every time he writes a paragraph, he can recall the previous bits and pieces.

In case Xueqi raised her children with some unreliable ideas, Cen Shu would occasionally take a look in the remote viewing mirror between pens.

Probably knowing that Cen Shu would supervise from the sidelines, Xue Qi never refused to feed the cubs, but only withheld some.

Cen Shu also knew that he couldn't afford to waste time now, so he didn't say anything about Xue Qi's harshness.

It's just that one day, Cen Shu raised his gaze mirror and heard Xue Qi teaching his son with great momentum.

"...The one who lives on the mountain is your master and I, and you and I are the master's servants. Seniors and young are orderly, and there is a difference in dignity. Before you were young, you slipped into your master's arms, and he didn't bother with you. , Master has a lot, so don’t take it for granted. When you grow up, you want to be the master’s foot, and you still sit in his arms, but you want the master to carry you?”

The cub has been severely tempered by his father for the past few days, and his wild nature has been worn down a lot. In order to follow Cen Shu's orders, he can understand human speech.

At this time, he listened to the lecture, lowered his body and fell on the ground, with his ears drooping, looking cowardly and obedient.

Hearing this, Cen Shu felt secretly angry, and stepped over to the side of the two leopards with just one step.

"Shut up." He stopped in a low voice.

The two snow leopards, one big and one small, shrugged in shock at the same time.

"Master." Xue Qi said.

The cub also raised its head slightly and let out a soft cry.

Cen Shu scooped up the cub into his arms, and said coldly to Xue Qi beside him, "I have no seniority, no superiority, and inferiority with him, if he wants to sit in my arms, he will be able to sit in my arms for the rest of his life. "

The latter was dumbfounded: "But, but—how can there be a reason why a mount rides and a master rides?"

"I never said I would use Xiaoyu as a mount." Cen Shu closed the ears of the cub in his arms, "From now on, I will teach him personally."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Xue Qi to argue, she moved back to the dormitory.

Everyone was gone, and the big snow leopard was sitting alone on the snow, only then did he react belatedly.

His master's cultivation is really getting better and better, and his Shunbu technique can lead others!

Wait—how do human monks teach beast cultivators?

Nature is difficult.

Not to mention the difference between humans and beasts, even the cultivation methods between beasts and beasts are very different, and each is in the same vein.

Snow leopards do not live in groups, but fortunately, there are many snow-capped mountains in the north, and the territory is divided enough. Cen Shu had no choice but to visit the mountains, find those snow leopard beast cultivators who have not yet transformed into shapes, and explore their cultivation methods. Then combine with Xue Qi's mind.

Cen Shu was connected with Xue Yu before, and although the cub now has only a remnant soul, it does not affect him from entering into the cub's body to help him cultivate.

But the difference between races is like a natural moat, and Cen Shu can only serve as a guide, and the transformation and cultivation still needs to be done by the young leopard himself.

It's not like when helping Xue Yu to cultivate, he can directly pour pure spiritual energy into him.

The young leopard didn't want to practice hard with his biological father, but he was honest with his so-called master for a few days, and found that this person was far less strict than his biological father, so he showed his original shape again.

The clear and turbid air gradually covered the snow-capped mountains in the past half month, and the aura in the air was thinner than before. Cen Shu was not affected by this, but directly fed the cubs the previously refined aura pills.

The aura contained in the pill was so strong that the cub had to practice hard for a long time to fully absorb it.

He didn't want to take it, so he acted coquettishly the first day, acted violently the next day, and then pretended to swallow the pill with his mouth in his mouth, and then spit it out secretly.

Cen Shu couldn't help pampering him once or twice, and when he looked up at the small portraits of people in the room, he suddenly realized that he had forgotten something again.

He was not soft this time. After stuffing the elixir into the cub's mouth, he directly melted it with spiritual energy, and then pressed the cub into his arms, probing into a wave of spiritual power to forcefully push the mixed spiritual power in his meridians. go forward.

The leopard cub was in a lot of pain, its nature as a beast could be seen at a glance, it stretched out its sharp claws and howled shrilly as it struggled.

Cen Shu's palms remained motionless like iron tongs, and he hated iron for not becoming steel: "You are so slack every day, when will you be able to cultivate a human form!"

The cub opened its mouth ferociously: "Oh!"

He was forced to hurry, no matter what he had cultivated, his claws and teeth were much stronger, and it was no longer the way he could only grind white marks on human skin back then.

When the mandibles closed, a circle of blood was bitten on Cen Shu's jaw.

The restraint was loosened a little, the cub arched its body, and nimbly slipped out from under Cen Shu's palm, jumping far away, furry and baring its teeth.

However, Cen Shu didn't move, and he didn't come to catch the leopard again. He just sat there in a daze, with the red and golden blood dripping from the tiger's mouth dripping on his spotless robe.

The young leopard looked up at that person, but saw that the other person was also looking at him.

Leopard couldn't understand the deep eyes, he just felt that he had become the same as when he returned after missing for a night at first.

like a withered tree.

"sorry."

In the silence, Cen Shu spoke in a low voice.

The young leopard brushed back its teeth, tilted its head and looked at him suspiciously.

"But I'm also afraid..."

The man's voice was hoarse and dry, as if he was talking to the leopard, but also as if he was talking to himself.

"I'm afraid I'll forget you..." he said.

When the young leopard heard what he said, he could clearly understand the meaning, but he didn't seem to understand.

It's just that the emotion in it touched the cub a little bit strangely, he moved to Cen Shu's side with drooping head, and licked the bloody wound on the man's hand slightly flatteringly.

Cen Shu was half a beat too late, and finally remembered to stop: "Don't—!"

The red golden blood was sucked into the cub's mouth unconsciously, and it suddenly burned like a mouthful of coals!

The cub fell to the ground in an instant, screaming and rolling.

Only one drop of powerful blood is the essence, how can the energy contained in it be compared with ordinary pills?

The domineering and overbearing strength is also dozens of times as severe as Xue Qi's!

Cen Shu pressed his palm on the cub's abdomen, guiding the spiritual power rushing through his meridians, and said sharply, "Keep your heart! Luck!"

At this time, there is no way to do without work, the young leopard wailed, and pushed forward the spiritual power along the route led by Cen Shu.

The originally thin meridians were drastically opened up, the cub passed out several times in pain, and was woken up again, Cen Shu's forehead was dripping with sweat, and he did not dare to relax.

The absorption process lasted for a day and a night, and the condition of the cub did not stabilize until the middle of the night.

He has absorbed [-]% to [-]% of the energy in the red gold blood, and after absorbing the rest, the realm is probably not far from the transformation.

From the very beginning, the cub was so hot that he had to lie on the floor. At this moment, Cen Shu withdrew his palm, and he collapsed on the ground by himself.

There was a crisp "pop" in the quiet room, and Cen Shu looked in astonishment, only to see that the endless calculations on the short table stopped.

A sunspot did not disappear, and it was falling on the Tianyuan position of the starting hand.

As if a hand had touched Cen Shu's heart, he was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned his head to look at the ground.

I saw the milky white body of the young leopard on a glistening white vine, covering it completely.

Immediately afterwards, the fluorescent light gradually grew larger, and when it dimmed, it revealed a bare|naked back lying on the ground.

Cen Shu's heart tightened suddenly. At this time, the little leopard cub was still some distance away from the golden core transformation stage, how could it be possible--

Before he could think about it, he saw that the white light had completely dissipated, and the snow-white lanugo of the young animal's body had faded from the skin, leaving only the snowy hair and the top of the head...a pair of furry animal ears.

The round ears with gray spots trembled, and then the person lying on the ground straightened up in a daze, and his blue eyes, which had not faded from the beast's appearance, met Cen Shu's gaze.

Just like the person in his dream, with red lips and white teeth, and picturesque eyebrows.

Cen Shu stared straight at him, and said in a dry voice, "Little..."

A three-foot-long plush tail "brushes" the flexible waist of the young man on the ground circle.

The latter knelt and sat motionless, hugging the tip of his tail nervously, with a strange timidity in his eyes.

He imitated Xueqi's tone, stuttering and calling out obediently.

"Lord, Lord..."

Cen Shu froze in place.

The author has something to say: "The moon on the bottom of the sea is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of you is the sweetheart", from Zhang Ailing's "Love in a Fallen City".

Don't ask, just ask Mrs. Zhang through time and space.

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