The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhaoyan's gland was touched, and he shrank his neck in fear.

That skin is sensitive, Xiao Su practiced for a long time, his fingertips were not as smooth as ordinary people, and his skin was slightly callused, which made Zhaoyan's body tremble uncontrollably.

Neither comfortable nor uncomfortable.

"Am I going to the Cold Food Hall now?" Zhao Yan asked while slightly avoiding Xiao Su's touch.

Noticing Zhaoyan's reaction, Xiao Su's eyes darkened.

He frowned and withdrew his hand, and took the lead towards the door: "Come here."

Zhaoyan immediately chased after him obediently, and walked forward with his head bowed behind him.

During the period of contact with Xiao Su, Zhao Yan had a little understanding of his bad temper.

Now that Zhaoyan escaped and was arrested, Xiao Su hasn't punished him in any real way, making Zhaoyan very uneasy.

He didn't know what Xiao Su wanted to do.

But Xiao Su didn't say anything, and he didn't dare to ask.

The two were silent all the way and arrived at the Cold Food Hall.

The disciples who were chatting and laughing in the hall felt the evil spirit of the Demon Lord, put down their bowls and chopsticks one after another, stood up from the bench, and knelt down on one knee towards Xiao Su's position, with expressions of fear and awe: "Your Majesty."

"Aren't you going to eat? Go in." Xiao Su ignored the group of people, his eyes swept across the room of the Hanshi Palace, the menace in his eyes made people shudder.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhaoyan's palms were sweating nervously: "Ah... good."

He stood there for a while, seeing that Xiao Su had not moved, he stretched out his hand to tug on the hem of the other's clothes, and said in a low voice, "You...won't you come with me?"

With this pull, the expressions of the surrounding disciples faintly changed.

Xiao Su glanced at Zhaoyan, the other's drooping eyelashes were long and slender, firmly covering the uneasiness flickering under the brown eyes.

"No prospect." Xiao Su commented on Zhaoyan's shyness, but after mocking him, he grabbed Zhaoyan's arm and led him to the interior.

The Mozun was getting closer and closer to the disciples, and they were so overwhelmed that they didn't dare to make a sound.They knelt on the spot one by one, not daring to move.

"What are you doing in a daze, get up." After Xiao Su gave the order, some disciples stood up immediately and prepared food for Zhaoyan.

He swiftly put the bowls and chopsticks on the table, and prepared seats for Xiao Su and Zhao Yan: "Your Majesty, please."

Xiao Su lifted up his robe and sat up, Zhao Yan hurriedly sat down next to him, held the bowl and chopsticks, turned his head to look at the disciple, and whispered: "Thank you."

The disciple was stunned for a moment, and looked at Xiao Su in panic. Seeing that Xiao Su didn't express anything superfluous, he breathed a sigh of relief, and replied, "You're welcome, it's a matter of duty."

"Your Majesty, masters Zhe Mo and Zhe Yu are both cultivating, do you need me to call them over?" The disciple had never had the privilege of being close to Xiao Su, but now the god in his heart was so close, the great excitement and fear made him feel His voice trembled a little.

"No need." Xiao Su refused.

"Yes." The disciple nodded respectfully, stepped back and returned to his seat.

When the others got up to eat again, the atmosphere condensed and the air could no longer flow.

Because of Xiao Su's presence, no one dared to make a sound, and the excitement just now ceased to exist.

The chopsticks were not allowed to touch the bowl, and the speed of chewing was slowed down, for fear of disturbing the sitting Mozun in the middle of the long table, with a strong oppressive aura lingering all over his body.

Only Zhaoyan almost buried his face in the bowl, stuffing food into his mouth spoonful after spoonful, eating very satisfyingly.

He was afraid of Xiao Su.

But among a group of strangers, Xiao Su's presence gave him a strange sense of security.

"Delicious?" As soon as Xiao Su opened his mouth, the disciples couldn't help but glance at him.

"Yeah!" Zhao Yan nodded vigorously, licking off the grease stains on his lips, "It's delicious."

"After breakfast here tomorrow, I will practice with them. After lunch, go to find Fengyue and help her research medicine."

In a word, I told everyone present that Xiao Su wanted to cultivate Zhaoyan.

The disciples once again focused on Zhaoyan, and firmly remembered this delicate and gentle face.

"Okay." Zhaoyan nodded, and stuffed another spoonful of rice into his mouth.

Because of his restraint, his vision narrowed as much as possible, and his beautiful almond eyes only focused on reflecting Xiao Su's figure.

Xiao Su's mood improved because of this, he rubbed Zhao Yan's head as if no one else was there, as if he had forgotten about Zhao Yan's escape not long ago, and never mentioned it again.

It wasn't until Zhaoyan left the place after eating that the atmosphere of Cold Food Hall became active again.

They waited for Xiao Su to go away, and then began to whisper.

"Is that His Majesty's new disciple?"

"If you haven't held an apprenticeship ceremony, you can't be counted as a disciple."

An insider said: "He is your lord's furnace, and it is because of him that Master Zhexi was punished."

"It turned out to be a furnace, no wonder!" The disciple exclaimed, "Iser's pampered servant is the best at blowing pillow wind. Master Zhexi has brought us to practice so far and we haven't made any mistakes. As soon as he came, the master was fined and confinement." .”

Having said that, their impression of Zhaoyan was greatly reduced, and they were all aggrieved, staring at the direction Zhaoyan was going away with ugly expressions.

After returning to the bedroom, Zhaoyan rinsed his mouth and climbed into bed to rest.

Xu Shi ran too far today and was physically exhausted. When Xiao Su picked up the medicine bottle on the table and came to the bedside, he had already closed his eyes and was fast asleep.

Xiao Su looked at Zhaoyan's exquisite face for a long time, and his warm palm fell on the other's face.

Yun Xiangyi appeared in this world, although Xiao Su has not yet found out his cultivation level, but he can perceive the spiritual power of the other party far surpassing ordinary people.

If he wants to compete with Yun Xiangyi, the current situation does not allow him to delay any longer, no matter whether Zhaoyan is willing or not, the matter of dual cultivation is imperative.

Xiao Su was about to pinch Zhaoyan's mouth open and pour a new medicine into it, but Zhaoyan rubbed his palm unconsciously at this moment, his brows that could not be stretched slowly flattened, and he asked a confused and vague question :"dad?"

Xiao Su was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "Lu Ding, do you have a home?"

What Zhaoyan heard was not the voice in his memory, his body shrank uncomfortably, and he did not reply.

Xiao Su was not happy because of this, he squeezed the hand on the other side's face gradually and said: "Idiot."

Zhaoyan let out a sleepy moan from the pain, with a hint of grievance vaguely revealed on his face.

Xiao Su let go, and turned to touch his eyelashes, as expected, his fingertips were immediately wet.

so good to cry...

Xiao Su took a deep breath, and the helplessness in his eyes flashed away.

He put the medicine bottle back into his sleeve, turned and walked out of the bedroom.

When Zhaoyan woke up, there was no one around.

He raised his eyes and looked out the window, the sun was shining brightly, glaring tightly.

Afraid of missing breakfast, he speeded up to wash up, and trotted all the way to the Cold Food Hall.

After stepping up the steps, Zhaoyan hesitated at the door for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to push the door open.

The disciples in the hall heard the movement and turned their heads to look over.

Glancing at Zhao Yan, the contempt and hostility in their eyes were not concealed at all.

Zhaoyan received the inexplicable aggressive look, uncomfortably clenched the clothes beside him, and stood there daring not to move, like a stupid piece of wood.

"Come in." A voice sounded friendly from the middle of the hall.

Zhaoyan got the order, nodded, closed the door and walked inside.

"Are you His Majesty's new disciple?" Zhe Yu stood in front of the crowd and asked Zhao Yan with his head tilted.

"Ah... no..." Zhao Yan shook his head honestly, "He only asked me to practice with everyone."

"So that's how it is." Zhe Yu smiled, "I haven't heard your lord mention this matter yet, but the disciples in the hall told me that your lord came here yesterday."

Zhaoyan nodded, "Yes."

"In that case, you will practice with my disciples for the time being," Zhe Yu said.

With the arrangement in place, Zhao Yan, who was at a loss what to do, breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay."

Afterwards, Zhe Yu took all his disciples to the open space behind Hanshan Mountain.

Zhaoyan glanced at the tabletop which had already been cleaned up, and then realized that he had missed his meal and there was no food left for him.

He followed the crowd in frustration, walking at the end of the line, thinking that he would get up earlier next time.

The practice of the disciples has progressed to the devouring stage, and they barely catch up with the desire, Zhao Yan and them are not on the same channel at all.

When the others were practicing, Zhaoyan, who knew nothing about cultivation, stood by the tree and watched them cast spells.

So out of place.

Zhaoyan didn't know what he was going to do at all, and the feeling of dissatisfaction made him a little confused, and his eyes slowly drooped.

I want to go home……

I don't know if Xiao Su has banned him for the second time, if not, Zhao Yan intends to find a chance to run again.

"How far have you progressed in your practice?" Zhe Yu looked at Zhao Yan for a long time, and found that he had been standing still, and after pointing out others, he stepped forward to ask.

Zhaoyan raised his head quickly when he heard the voice, his distraction just now prevented him from hearing Zheyu's question clearly, so he whispered: "Excuse me, what did you just say... I'm sorry, I didn't hear clearly."

"I didn't perceive your spiritual power." Zhe Yu had already come up with the answer, "Still gathering Qi?"

This Zhaoyan can understand a little bit, he nodded: "I am gathering Qi, but I don't know how to gather it."

"You are a furnace, why does your lord want you to practice?" Zhe Yu was puzzled, "The progress of the body of the furnace is extremely slow, and it is difficult to make a breakthrough."

Zhao Yan pursed his lips: "He should be, wanting me to have a cultivation base to protect my body..."

Afraid of killing himself if he misses.

Zhe Yu thought for a while: "Then you start by gathering Qi, standing still, adjusting your breath, and repeat this two hundred times."

Zhaoyan opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Two hundred?"

"You don't understand Taoism." Zhe Yu replied, "The furnace contains Taoism, but it doesn't know anything about Taoism, so it needs to work harder than ordinary people."

"……it is good."

After Zhe Yu instructed, he went to the other disciples.

Zhaoyan took a deep breath, recalled the breath adjustment method Xiao Su taught him last time, and began to pose.

The sun was scorching hot, and fell on Zhaoyan's body through the branches and leaves, making him sweat all over.

But although he is useless, he still takes the task very seriously.

Just like doing homework, when encountering math problems that you don’t understand, you will calm down and think about it all the time. When encountering English sentences that you don’t understand, you will carefully ponder them until you have fully mastered them before putting down the textbook with peace of mind.

After repeating the breath-adjusting and gathering-qi movements for about a hundred times without interruption, his arms were so sore that he couldn't lift them.

But Zhe Yu didn't tell him to stop, neither did the surrounding disciples stop practicing, and Zhao Yan didn't dare either.

After Zhemo's samadhi was over, he came to the back mountain, saw the abrupt and clumsy figure under the tree, and asked Zheyu in surprise, "What is he doing?"

"Gathering Qi." Zhe Yu smiled, the meaning in his eyes was unclear.