Chapter 63: The soap is smooth.

After that day, the few people who went up the mountain together lived in this temporary residence for about two days before being assigned to different places.
Little Fatty and the other person are just the most common five-element spirit roots. They became the medicine boy of Biyunmen and entered the medicine garden. It is worth mentioning that due to the particularity of the Yuntian Continent sect, most of the monks here are When breaking through the barrier of realm, they all like to use pill, and the position of the alchemist is extremely respected-this indirectly leads to the weakness of the monk's fighting method.
Ya Xuan, as a highly valued disciple of genius, was personally received by the real head and the elder Taishang on the same day. It is said that it took a lot of effort to fight for him. However, in the end, it was handed over to the elder Taishang who walked the deepest in the line of the sword in the martial art, the former law enforcement elder personally guide.
But just as the apprenticeship ceremony was held, the taciturn disciple, who hadn't spoken since entering, suddenly raised his head and said calmly and flatly: "I don't want to take the knife path."
"..." Everyone was stunned as soon as the words came out. The real head teacher reacted first, and asked mildly: "Why is this? Do you know that your physique is a natural sword-drinking body? Learning the sword technique will get twice the result with half the effort."
The side of the boy was hidden in the shadow, and the corners of his lips pressed tightly in a resolute arc. Ya Xuan was just a mortal so far, but when he raised his head to meet the majestic gaze of the master teacher, there was no fear and timidity of ordinary disciples at all. He looked at the real head master who had the cultivation base of the late stage of the Dan formation, just like the most sparse and ordinary things.
As if nothing could move him.
Ya Xuan said slowly: "Yes, but I want to learn sword."
He still likes swords because of his father, but he wants to learn swords.
The harsh law enforcement elder snorted coldly, and said displeased: "Do you think that the old man is not qualified to teach you? What a courage!"
Accompanied by his stern shout, the air in the lobby became dignified, and the unique power of the cultivator crushed the young boy's bones in front of him.
This instead aroused the stubbornness of Ya Xuan's character. He didn't bend down because of the difficulties of life and the ridicule of the villagers, so now he will not succumb.
When a man with a long beard continued to see it, he laughed and said with hatred: "If you want to learn swords, I can teach you. That old man's swordsmanship is just like that, far less mysterious than swordsmanship."
The elder law enforcement was ridiculed in this way, and the anger flashed in his eyes.
"Enough!" The head of the real person waved his long sleeves, blocking the elder law enforcement still wanting further spiritual power, thinking for a moment, turning his head to Yaxuandao, "Choose the path you want to practice, this is a very important thing. So let me give you three more days to think about it and don't let down your physique."
Ya Xuan agreed. So in the past few days, he still lived in that long corridor, and there was no one next to him on the left and right—yes, as a servant, Lin Zhizhi had to move to live with the servants of those princes.
The poor environment is still second. Because of Lin Zhizhi's own incompatibility, some people are very uncomfortable in their eyes: They are all servants. Why is this kid so good-looking and dragging and never caring? ! Even because Ya Xuan hadn't formally apprented a teacher, the rough work done by these servants was not assigned to Lin Zhizhi.
Only when he is really too busy, the steward will let Lin Zhizhi help. At this time, the few people who are not pleasing to his eyes are like a fly smelling blood, and they follow behind him and change the law. I want to bully him later. On the road, Lin Zhizhi constantly satirized how he didn't have the professionalism of a servant, and even walked the mountain road crookedly.
Lin Zhizhi can be regarded as experiencing the bitterness of the low-level labor mortals. He had to walk the distance between two mountain peaks on foot, and was about to move the corpses of the destroyed buildings with his hands, as well as the mental retardation behind him that caused him trouble-especially these are the masters of his respect. broken! He couldn't help rolling countless eyes inside.
#In fact, the teacher's debt and apprentice repayment, the soap is slippery, and there is no problem#
In the past few days, he has been reminiscing about the inheritance of the medicine immortal in the Tianfu secret realm, thinking about how to make a pill without spiritual power-but it is useless, the basis of the pill is the aura of the alchemist himself, everything The foundation.
The black-haired boy lowered his eyelashes and followed the people around to clean up the debris. He had never done anything like this before, and his posture was awkward, which made him look a little pitiful-this was the picture that Ya Xuan saw when he came over.
The young man strode over and pulled Lin Zhizhi away: "I'm coming."
"Ya Xuan? Shouldn't you be cultivating?" Lin Zhizhi looked at the boy in front of him in surprise, and refused his approach, "No, this is my job."
"I haven't apprentice a teacher yet-you are still hurt, let me help you." Ya Xuanbeier said honestly, just as he engraved the four characters "respect the teacher and respect the way" on his face.
"With your qualifications, would no one want to be your master?" Lin Zhizhi glanced at his surroundings--the servants who had turned their backs were staring here. The black-haired boy lowered his voice when he spoke again: "I'll talk later."
Ya Xuan nodded obediently.
His attitude was firm, and his strength was incredible. Lin Zhizhi couldn't help him with strength alone, so he had to make him familiar and powerfully do these chores on his behalf.
The others didn't know the identity of Ya Xuan, thought it was another servant, and sneered relentlessly: "Where did this come from? Why haven't they seen it before?"
"Who can be with that kid?"
"Oh oh oh, isn't it a concubine?"
Ya Xuan was unmoved, and Lin Zhizhi was also able to hold his breath as if he was deaf.
It wasn't until the outside manager came to inspect in the evening that he discovered that the new disciple Yaxuan was actually moving bricks here. He was so shocked that he immediately interrupted: "This, this! Why did you come here yourself?!"
This kind of external stewardship is a human-like character, who can offend and who can't be clearly distinguished. Although the man in front of him has just entered the door, his aptitude is destined to become a man of the whole sect. Nothing will happen if you slap these mortals to death! Thinking of this, he almost has incontinence!
Those who had mocked Yaxuan suddenly felt bad when they saw this situation.
Yaxuan stopped, looked at the young Master Lin who was standing aside, and gave a brief answer: "I'll help."
Looking at Lin Zhizhi and Ya Xuan, the manager’s cold sweat was dripping. He regretted that the difference in thoughts made Ya Xuan’s servant here today—he quickly lowered his head and took out a dozen silver tickets and a few rounded pills from his arms. : "This can't let you do it! It's all a misunderstanding, haha, it's all my fault. I sent the wrong message today! It shouldn't have been your servant. A little care is not worthy of respect. I hope you Haihan."
Ya Xuan didn't look at the thing in the other's hand. He threw the thing he was still holding into the cloth bag beside him: "Then I'm going."
"You can leave anytime." The stewardess was doglegged.
Ya Xuan turned around and walked towards the servants who had just spoken-the way he walked was very threatening, like a black panther hunting, with indescribable danger in his flow. He grabbed the man's collar, punched the opponent's cheek, and instantly swelled up high.
"I was wrong, I was wrong! Look at my bitch—" the man begged for mercy in a hurry.
Ya Xuan did not move in the slightest. Like completing a task, he punched a few people who had spoken without leaving any words before coming to Lin Zhizhi who was on the sidelines, waiting for his next move.
Lin Zhizhi was actually not upset. He wouldn't take the initiative to care about these people, but Ya Xuan vented his anger for him, and he was still a little moved-after all, "Basic Sword Art" did not have white teaching.
As the two walked all the way back, the black-haired teenager walked in front and brought up the previous topic: "Well, thank you just now-by the way, you said you didn't apprentice?"
Yaxuan followed behind, like every afternoon in the village: "They let me learn swords. I want to learn swords."
Lin Zhizhi stopped suddenly, turned his head and narrowed his eyes to look at Ya Xuan: "You don't like swords."
He used declarative sentences.
"Yep."
"Why study?"
"You are my master. If you want me to learn sword, I will learn sword." Ya Xuan said frankly.
Lin Zhizhi is a bit miserable towards people like Ya Xuan. He pressed his forehead in frustration, and regretted: "If I knew you were so clingy, I wouldn't have taught you."
Ya Xuan did not object to Lin Zhizhi's arbitrarily pasting the attribute of "sticky person" on himself. He stumbled a little, and said dryly: "You are the first person to accompany me to teach me swordsmanship, I...I Won't do what you don't like."
His words made Lin Zhizhi a little soft.
Ya Xuan said that Lin Zhizhi was the first person to accompany him, but for Lin Zhizhi, isn't Ya Xuan accompanying him?
Companion has always been mutual.
Ya Xuan saved Lin Zhi’s life, took him back from the mouth of the beast, and let him live in his own home. He also saw him when he was at the weakest and lowest point. Lin Zhizhi should be able to become brothers with him.
As for the relationship between master and apprentice-Xuanhua was only affected by his charm physique before doing such a thing, and had to run to Yuntian to single out many sects-this is why Lin Zhizhi didn't want to have anything to do with anyone.
Young Master Lin’s expression was soft and cold. He looked at the big trouble in front of him, pulled down the rolled up sleeves, and said lightly to him the longest sentence in history: "The road is long, myself. I can’t figure out the direction, let alone take you. I can’t really be your master like this. If I talk about it in the future, I have to ask Master. Since your physique is suitable for swordsmanship, go and learn swordsmanship. Swordsmanship is not suitable for you...but I can teach you something else. Well, some other techniques or other things...if you want."
Ya Xuan's dim eyes lit up.
Lin Zhizhi returned to the original path and continued to move forward, leaving a sentence behind: "You should go to the teacher first, and cultivate with your master."
Ya Xuan followed him step by step until he accompany him all the way back to the residence before leaving the outer door to find the head.
After Lin Zhizhi went back, he concentrated on his energy again, until night fell.
The moon is sparse this night, and the dark blue sky covers everything in the world, winding in the shadow of dense trees.
Lin Zhizhi didn't stay in the room, he found a hidden place, sat next to the tree and closed his eyes for luck, hoping to restore his aura soon.
Just when he was completely immersed in meditation, someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder, and said with an upward voice, "Ah, I caught you."
This voice is very special, somewhat like the tone of Sea Emperor Kashu, but it is deeper than him.
Lin Zhizhi was taken aback and looked back, only to see a stranger standing behind him, looking down at him.
That is a very beautiful man.
Probably because he has reached a peak, Lin Zhizhi seldom uses the word "beauty" to describe something. However, when he saw this man, this was the first word that popped up.
The beauty of this man does not lie in his appearance, but in the kind of natural aura that can not be resisted by being in a high position all year round. He was very close to Lin Zhizhi, and his hand was still on the shoulder of the boy.
The dark night is his background, and the bright moon illuminates the world for him.
Lin Zhizhi tightened his body.
When did this person... appear? Why didn't he find out at all? !
He knows nothing about the identity of this person, the only thing that can be judged is that he is strong. It was so strong that even if he had restored all his cultivation base, he could never resist.
The corners of the man's perfect lips were filled with a smile. He looked at the already tense teenager before him, and said meaningfully: "You look better when you are awake than when you are asleep."
Lin Zhizhi: "..."
Under what circumstances this guy from Gouri even watched me sleep? ! ! Who is this guy?
The man stepped forward, moved his slender hand away from Lin Zhizhi's shoulders, and put his whole person behind him, covering the boy's abdomen in a position that was almost embracing from behind. The man lowered his head and spoke in Lin Zhizhi's ears with a magnetically pleasing voice, and said with great regret: "Your injury is about to heal. It's a pity that I didn't see the scene when you were injured."
He pulled Lin Zhizhi over, pinched his chin with his hand, rubbed his fingertips against the corners of his lips, and slowly added the remaining words: "...so I want to add another wound for you."
After speaking, he gave a low laugh, and with endless ambiguity, he leaned down and kissed the boy in his arms.