After becoming the prince of the demon clan, the beautiful master pampers him every day

"Hu-hu-"

"..."

Fu Lin took a deep breath and felt the anger he had just suppressed coming back again.

When he spoke again, there was a hint of spiritual power in his voice.

"Who is coming!"

Chu Xinglan was sleeping soundly when a loud shout came into his mind. He was instantly awakened and jumped up, looking around vigilantly.

It can be seen that he is still vigilant, but not much.

Fu Lin twitched his lips. He didn't want to communicate with his little prince at all, so he started his task directly.

"When the world was first created, many races existed. Among them, the human race was the most powerful, while the demon race suffered the most oppression."

"The leader of the demon tribe felt that he could not sit still and wait for death, so he traveled a lot and endured hardships. He used his own strength to pave the way for the demon tribe and save it from danger."

"If the Great Dao is flawed, then there will be destruction. All cultivation is against the will of Heaven..."

Chu Xinglan naturally discovered Fu Lin's existence and was a little wary at first, but when he saw him suddenly start saying some incomprehensible words like an NPC, his mind was filled with question marks.

Just...why do you talk so much nonsense before you get down to business?

For more than two years, Chu Xinglan had been staying in Sang Yunqi's library except for practicing.

He himself knew that he knew nothing about this world, so he spent a lot of time looking up information about this world.

Because Sang Yunqi lived long enough and had enough experience, the books in his library are truly vast.

Some of them are placed outside and can probably be considered unique copies or antiques, but this also makes it a bargain for Chu Xinglan.

In fact, Sang Yunqi didn't manage him strictly. In fact, most of the time he didn't care about him at all. Apart from the monthly assessments, he didn't care what he did the rest of the time.

So he must have read what the old man said at least eight times.

"Hey, can you just tell me the technique? I know all of this."

Chu Xinglan spoke to the old man tentatively, trying to see if he could trigger any conditions.

Yes, he felt that the other party was a pre-programmed program, an NPC.

Otherwise, with so many people practicing the same technique, who would have the leisure to teach it every day? What if there is a conflict?

Fu Lin: “…”

Who wants to do this job? Didn’t he get picked by lot?

Moreover, he could not reveal his identity to the little prince now, and he felt really aggrieved.

His voice froze for a moment, but fortunately he reacted quickly and continued reading with a blank expression.

Chu Xinglan didn't notice anything unusual. Hearing him still nagging, he simply lay down again. He didn't know if his master should be worried.

Under Fu Lin's emotionless muttering, Chu Xinglan soon fell drowsy.

Fortunately, he heard the key words at this time.

"The technique is as follows..."

Chu Xinglan instantly perked up and looked at Fu Lin intently. He had only half understood the content of the technique so far, so he chose to memorize it by rote.

It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t understand. He will understand it when he thinks about it a few more times. He never wants to come to this crappy place again!

Seeing that he was serious, Fu Lin finally felt better. It turned out that his little boy was really well-behaved and sensible!

By the time he finished reading the exercises, Chu Xinglan felt a little dizzy.

Fu Lin was the elder after all, and seeing Chu Xinglan's serious look, he couldn't help but gave him a few more reminders.

"Practice requires perseverance, and a sense of relaxation. Never..."

Before he could finish his words, Chu Xinglan felt that he could get out, so he ran away.

"…Impatientness hurts others and yourself."

Fu Lin closed his eyes fiercely, and when he contacted Sang Yunqi's consciousness, he couldn't help but burst into cursing.

He really couldn't hold back his anger any longer. He couldn't vent it on the little prince, nor on Sang Yunqi?

This well-behaved kid has become so naughty after only being with Sang Yunqi for such a short time!

It's simply like the top beam is crooked and the bottom beam is crooked!

They were all led astray by him!

Sang Yunqi was originally exchanging insults with him, but when he felt that Chu Xinglan was about to wake up, he instantly cut off the connection with him and looked at Chu Xinglan with a worried look on his face.

"Xinglan, are you okay?"

Chu Xinglan sat up and shook his head.

"I'm fine, Master. It's just that the old man who was teaching me the skills was too nagging. He wouldn't let me leave until I finished listening."

Sang Yunqi was still worried so he checked his body again. Seeing that there was nothing wrong with him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Have you memorized the technique?"

Chu Xinglan nodded, touched his nose with his front paw, and said a little embarrassedly.

“There’s just something I don’t understand.”

Sang Yunqi patted his head comfortingly, "This is normal. The more advanced the technique, the more obscure and difficult it is to understand."

"Think about it more carefully later, and ask me if you don't understand."

Chu Xinglan finally felt relieved. He had been a little doubtful about himself just now.

"Let's go, let's eat first, I'm ready."

……

Under the tree, Chu Xinglan was squatting, thinking about the martial arts he had heard that day.

There were many classics placed in a mess around him, and he would flip through them from time to time and think about them.

Just then, Xu Zhuo, who hadn't been seen for some time, came over staggeringly.

At first glance, I saw Chu Xinglan, who was flipping through the book furiously.

Xu Zhuo was immediately delighted and walked forward with a gloating look on his face.

"Xiao Xinglan, what happened?"

Chu Xinglan looked up at him and continued to bury his head in the sea of ​​books, obviously not wanting to pay attention to him.

Xu Zhuo didn't care at all. He had come here a few times since Chu Xinglan didn't leave the back mountain. After all, he still had to cling to his ancestor's thigh.

Especially when he heard that Sang Yunqi had specially created a secret realm for Chu Xinglan to challenge in actual combat, he came more frequently.

Both Chu Xinglan and Sang Yunqi knew what he was planning, but Xu Zhuo was such a nasty person that Sang Yunqi was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Xu Zhuo didn't care about Chu Xinglan's attitude. He squatted next to Chu Xinglan and casually glanced at the book. Only then did he realize that Chu Xinglan was not studying anything.

Instead, he was looking up the most basic common sense books. In other words, he was looking up dictionaries, encyclopedias, and historical allusions.

Xu Zhuo was immediately confused. Could sealing the bloodline make a person illiterate?

"Are you...taking a cultural class?"

Chu Xinglan was already very annoyed, and after hearing his blatant sarcasm, he threw the book in his paw into Xu Zhuo's face.

"You are the illiterate one, your whole family is illiterate!"

That’s right, when Chu Xinglan first discovered that he couldn’t understand the martial arts, he hadn’t figured out what was going on.

He even always thought that he was very smart. Whatever Sang Yunqi taught him, he could understand it quickly and even apply it to other situations.

But why couldn’t he understand a set of martial arts techniques?

Later he found the reason, because the martial arts method recited by the NPC old man was in classical Chinese, and he could not translate the meaning of many of the words in it well.

This resulted in him only having a partial understanding, or sometimes even misunderstanding.