The sacred tree is about to pass, and the cannon fodder's wish countdown is coming

In Lu Shi's cave, Ming Changxiu bowed respectfully to Lu Shi.

He held a jade token in both hands and carefully handed it to Lu Shi.

"Senior Sister, I have brought the child's jade token. It would be most appropriate for you to hand it over to him."

"Yes." The jade token was wrapped in a layer of faint light and flew into Lu Shi's hand, where she carefully kept it.

Seeing this, Ming Changxiu asked the question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time, "Sister, why did you accept him as your disciple? He has no talent for cultivation, and no strong physique. I really don't understand your intentions."

As the head of the Qingxu Sect, he usually appears dignified and serious in front of others. His true nature is only revealed in front of his senior sister.

He frowned and looked at Lu Shi with a look of surprise, "Senior Sister never accepts disciples. I thought you wanted a brilliant genius, but I never thought..."

Lu Shi opened his eyes, and his cold voice softened slightly, "Don't overthink it. He will be your nephew in the future."

"understood."

After knowing the truth about Lu Shi accepting a disciple, Ming Changxiu put away the displeasure on his face and restored his usual dignity and composure as the head of the sect.

At this moment, the two of them suddenly looked solemn, and an unusual aura fluctuation came from the air.

At this moment, Lu Shi's mind was even more noisy.

"Host, host, that little Deng you took in is killing a bird!"

Then there was another series of screams: "Ahhhhhhhh, this is too cruel!"

"Shut up!"

When the two of them arrived at the place where the fluctuations came from, the scene in front of them made the two people who had great composure change their expressions slightly.

Feathers were flying all over the ground. A crane that Lu Shi had carefully cared for was in a miserable state. Its smooth white feathers were stripped away, leaving only a few sparse feathers hanging on its body, exposing a large area of ​​engorged pink flesh. It fell to the ground dying.

Lu Ciyan still had one in his hand. With an expressionless face, he pulled the slender neck of the crane hard, then twisted it suddenly. With a crisp "click", the crane's head was separated from its body.

He himself was covered in blood.

The little kid, who was less than ten years old and not even as tall as a crane, was covered in blood. There was no other expression on his face, only calmness, extraordinary calmness, as if all this was a normal little thing to him.

When he saw Lu Shi coming, he showed an innocent smile, pinched the crane's head with one hand and lifted the crane's body with the other hand to ask Lu Shi for credit.

"Master, I'm afraid it won't be enough for the two of us, so I killed two. You must try my cooking skills then."

Hearing this, before Lu Shi could react, Ming Changxiu on the side waved his sleeves and knocked him over.

"Asshole! This is a spirit beast that I, the Sect Master, found and gifted to Senior Sister! Rihe can be trained as a mount, not food to fill your stomach!"

Lu Ciyan rolled around on the ground in a mess for a few times and curled up in pain, but his hands were still holding on to the body of the dead Linghe.

He opened his eyes and looked at Lu Shi in confusion, as if he didn't understand why he had made them angry.

Ming Changxiu couldn't help but get angrier when he saw that he was still obsessed with the crane's body and head.

"Do you know how much effort your master has put into raising these cranes? There are only five of them, and now you've killed two of them!"

Lu Ciyan was stunned and suddenly let go.

"Master..."

Ming Changxiu wanted to say something, but a voice stopped him.

"That's enough, Junior Brother."

Facing Lu Shi's calm eyes, Ming Changxiu closed his mouth reluctantly.

Lu Shi raised his foot and walked towards Lu Ciyan.

As she approached, the faint fragrance still entered Lu Ciyan's nostrils. He raised his head slightly, and a slender white hand appeared in front of him.

His eyes trembled slightly, and his little hand unconsciously placed it on top.

The dirty little hand formed a sharp contrast with the other party. Lu Ciyan subconsciously wanted to pull his hand back, but the little hand was already firmly held by the other party.

The cool touch spread throughout his body, and Lu Ciyan relaxed completely.

He was lifted up by the strength of the hand, but his body was still weak, so he couldn't stand steadily and hugged Lu Shi's waist, burying his blood-stained face in his white robe.

"What did you eat just now?"

A clear and cold voice came from above his head. Lu Ciyan closed his eyes listlessly, "Eat the spiritual fruit."

"You ate the whole thing?"

"Ah."

"No wonder..."

Lu Shi raised his eyes and his gaze fell directly on Ming Changxiu.

Ming Changxiu's body stiffened, and he quickly waved his hands to explain: "Senior Sister, I gave him a spiritual fruit because I saw that he was almost starving and had to eat snow. Before leaving, I also specifically told him not to eat too much, so..." So he can't be blamed for this.

But Ming Changxiu didn't say the rest of the words in the face of Lu Shi's increasingly dangerous gaze.

"It's understandable that a child doesn't know how to control himself when he's hungry, but you've lived for hundreds of years, and you don't have any sense of propriety?"

"Sister, I was wrong."

Ming Changxiu, who was obsessed with his senior sister, would not think that it was his senior sister's fault, so he admitted his mistake in a wronged manner, but in his heart he felt a little dissatisfied with the junior nephew who caused him to be blamed by his senior sister.

But as the head of the sect, it is not good to argue with the younger generation.

He then took out a small golden shield and said, "This is a gift from my uncle, the Wan Ling Gang. It can change size and protect you in case of danger."

Lu Ciyan observed Lu Shi's expression and saw that she looked normal, so he accepted it and said, "Thank you, uncle-master."

"Ah."

Ming Changxiu responded indifferently, then turned to say goodbye to Lu Shi and quickly left Xinglan Peak.

The posture seemed to regard someone as a monster and then flee in panic.

"Master, does Uncle Master dislike me?"

"Don't think too much. Your uncle gave you all his favorite magic weapons."

"Really?" Lu Ciyan looked at the small cover in his hand, his eyes unclear.

"This is my fault too. I forgot you hadn't started your fasting and hadn't prepared any food. Your uncle had good intentions, but he didn't think you could withstand the spiritual power within the spiritual fruit."

Lu Shi lightly tapped his fingertips, and the faint light naturally merged into Lu Ciyan's forehead.

In an instant, a cool feeling spread throughout the body, effectively neutralizing the heat in the body caused by eating too much spiritual fruit, and the pain in the body gradually disappeared.

Lu Shi let go of him and gently waved his sleeves. The dirt on the two men disappeared, and the mess on the ground was also wiped away, leaving only two cold spiritual cranes.

"Let's go."

Lu Ciyan tilted his head slightly when he heard this, not understanding what was going on.

Lu Shi's mouth curled up slightly, "Let me taste your cooking skills."

Lu Ciyan opened his mouth slightly, his expression a little dazed. After he reacted, a little starlight scattered from his eyes, "Okay, Master."

He lifted a crane with great effort, and before he had taken a few steps, his whole body felt lighter.

Lu Shi was holding two spiritual cranes and walking in front easily. Even in such an indecent posture, she was still pleasing to the eye. However, her cold temperament was a little lighter, and a different kind of tenderness was faintly revealed.

Lu Ciyan looked at the scene with a slight curl of his lips, and the dark side hidden in his heart gradually magnified.

His master is quite tolerant.

Then... let's wait and see.