Demon Lord became my apprentice

Cultivating immortals requires opportunities, and the higher the realm, the more opportunities are needed, because in the end, what you need to break through is not others, but yourself.

Opportunities can often be met but not sought, except for the demon king, who is born with pure bones and bones, and chances from heaven are commonplace. The entire world of cultivating immortals is fortunate enough to have opportunities in their lifetimes, and they can be counted on one hand, so that almost everyone Forgot that there is such a mysterious way of cultivation as chance from heaven.

As for Cong Rong, since he embarked on the road of cultivating immortals, he has been practicing honestly and following the rules.Therefore, he never expected that at the moment of life and death today, he would make a breakthrough and use the highest-level sword shadow avatar in the spirit void stage.

It's a pity that this move of sword shadow clone almost exhausted all the spiritual power in his body. After the leader of the black shadow escaped, he didn't even have time to say a word, and the whole person fell straight forward, even with his back The little guy was also thrown heavily and slipped off his back.

The little guy neither yelled for pain nor for help, and got up from the ground with both hands and feet.He squatted in front of Cong Rong, kneading the fainted Cong Rong's face back and forth with his small hands, very much like the usual way of waking up from sleep several times in the middle of the night, and then casually spoiling the sleeping master beside him.

The only difference is that in the past, the master would wake up immediately every time, without giving him any time, but this time, he flattened and rounded the master's handsome face and ruined it all over, but the master never gave up. wake up.

The little guy stood up abruptly, glanced at Cong Rong condescendingly, leaned over to reach his waist, groped for a while, and pulled out the money bag from under him.

After getting the money bag, the little guy didn't even stay for a second, and walked out of the grove with unsteady steps.

Walking about 100 meters to the east after leaving the grove, we arrived at the first family at the head of the village. About half an hour ago, Cong Rong helped them get rid of a group of evil spirits who wanted to launch a sneak attack.

The little guy came to this family, reached out and patted the simple chaimen, and mumbled in a childish voice, "Is there anyone? Is there anyone?"

The little guy slapped vigorously for a while, and the room was lit with candlelight, and then a man's deep voice sounded, "Who is it?"

"Cong Yi." The little guy raised his voice and replied.

"Who is Cong Yi?" The man murmured in a low voice, and the hostess beside him urged him, "It sounds like a child, go out and have a look, is something wrong?"

"Oh." The man lifted the quilt and got out of bed. The hostess was worried, so she put on a coat and went out with him.

After seeing Cong Yi outside the door, the hostess spoke first, "Boy, why are you here in the middle of the night?"

Cong Yi couldn't explain so much, through the uneven gap of the chai gate, he stuffed the money bag in his hand into the hostess's hand, and said calmly and concisely: "Master, fight, save him."

While speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the grove to the west.

The hostess opened the purse suspiciously and saw that there were indeed a lot of broken silver in it.She first exchanged glances with the man, saw that Cong Yi was clean and well dressed, he didn't look like a bad guy, and confirmed, "You want us to go to the grove to save your master?"

Cong nodded.

The hostess picked up the shovel and sickle at the side, handed them to the man, opened the firewood gate, and said, "Take us to have a look."

Cong Yi led the couple to the place where the battle had just been fought, and the shadowy corpses that had been on the ground disappeared one after another as they died.

In the midst of the mess, there was a person lying on his stomach, it was Cong Rong who was unconscious.

The couple saw that he seemed to have many injuries from a distance, and hurried forward. The man stretched out his hand to check his breath, and breathed a sigh of relief, "He's not dead."

The hostess said: "Recite it first and then talk about it."

While speaking, the hostess helped Cong Rong onto the man's back, and brought Cong Yi back home.

Cong Rong had several wounds on his body, which looked like they were caused by different weapons, and the wounds were not superficial.Men often go hunting in the mountains, and have experience in treating wounds. They also prepared some wound medicines at home, and he used them all for Cong Rong.

After the wound was treated, the man truthfully said to Cong Yi: "I don't know if your master will wake up, he was seriously injured. It's already very late, so I can only go to the doctor to take a look at him tomorrow morning."

Cong nodded, looking extremely calm.

The man was not good at words, so he swallowed the few comforting words that came to his lips, and said, "Go to sleep, there is still one person in my son's room."

Cong shook his head and said, "I'm sleeping here."

The man didn't force it, he brought a bowl of water to Cong Yi, and went to sleep by himself.

Cong Yi climbed onto the bed, stepped over Cong Rong's body, and slept in it habitually.

The child wakes up as soon as he talks about it. Without the master to play with him, Cong Yi quickly fell asleep.One night, he woke up two or three times as usual, and saw Cong Rong beside him sleeping deeply. When he was bored, his two little hands couldn't rest for a quarter of an hour. Sometimes he pinched Master's handsome face, and sometimes tangled Master's hair. It's the same as usual.

Daxing City dominates the north, and is located at the foot of Shuofang Zongxian Mansion, the head of the Four Great Immortal Clans. A Qujiang River runs through the city in the southeast, with mountains behind and water in front, taking advantage of the right time and place.

Since ancient times, the Land of Fireworks Alley and Willows has been the most prosperous place in the world, with Yinggeyanyanwu resting day and night, and high-ranking officials and nobles constantly coming and going.The largest singing and dancing workshop in Daxing City is called Pingkangfang, of which the Beili Pavilion is the most famous.

At this moment, in the largest wing room of the Beili Pavilion, the clear and melodious chatter and laughter of the girls in Jade Nianhua filled the whole room like a warbler. A young man hugged left and right, enjoying the emperor-like one-stop service, okay? Cozy.

The summer night breeze came slowly through the window of Xiaoxuan, like a girl's delicate fingers gently stroking the heart, making the bones of the whole body crisp.

I don't know when, the intoxicating breeze carried a faint and imperceptible smell of blood, the young man lowered his brows and eyes displeased, his face changed suddenly, and he scolded: "I'm tired of playing tricks like this. Get out and ask your mother to replace someone!"

The girls who were still laughing and cursing just a second ago froze, no one dared to say a word, and left in a shrunk.This son often comes to the Beili Pavilion, and he is notoriously moody. They are humble and dare not offend them.

After the girls left, a group of black shadows suddenly separated from the dark night and floated in from the window like a ghost.

The black shadow was seriously injured, and it was difficult to maintain his human form. He floated beside the young man like a wisp of smoke, and his voice was weak when he spoke, "Young master, we missed."

The young man stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes darkened, "I sent so many elite soldiers to assassinate a lowly bastard, but I still missed."

Heiying confessed: "We underestimated him. His swordsmanship has now reached the level of sword and shadow clone."

"Oh?" The young man said with a long tail, and his tone seemed to be watching the excitement, "No wonder someone is anxious to get rid of him."

Hei Ying said: "This miss will definitely make him wary, and if he wants to make a move next time, I'm afraid he won't have such a good chance."

The young man didn't care, and even said with great interest: "Who said you're going to continue to attack him?"

Heiying asked suspiciously, "What does the young master mean?"

The young man said: "Since he is so powerful, it might be a good thing for us demons to keep him as a thorn in the side, and make such a slap in the mouth of some people from time to time."

Hei Ying said: "The young master has far-sighted plans. However, we are still cooperating with them on the surface. If we let this matter go, I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain."

The young man sneered and said: "There is no need to explain. I heard that the only seedling in Misty Pavilion has given up recommending this powerful wild species as a teacher. Since the wild species has no plan to return to the fairy gate, then he temporarily If it doesn't constitute any real threat for a while, this matter will naturally be over."

Hei Ying said: "The young master is wise."

The young man slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and said, "During this time, you should go back to the Demon Race to heal your wounds."

When the sky was gray and gray, the hostess urged the man to go to the doctor, after all, she had collected a lot of money from him.

The man first went to the house to confirm that Cong Rong was still alive, and saw Cong Yidi looking at him with beautiful peach eyes, and explained: "Your master is still alive, I'll go get the doctor right away."

The doctor probably lives far away, and the man has not returned for a long time.

Cong Yi slept several times yesterday and woke up early.He stared at Cong Rong, pouted dissatisfiedly: "Master, I'm hungry."

Seeing that Cong Rong didn't respond, he stretched out his hand to grab Cong Rong's ear, put his mouth on it, and shouted loudly: "Hungry, very hungry, meat, I want meat."

After resting all night, Cong Rong finally regained a bit of spiritual energy, and when he woke up, he heard a mountain roar and tsunami-like "flesh meat" coming from his ears, with ethereal echoes that could not stop spinning in his mind.

Just after waking up, Cong Rong's mind was still a little dazed, even seeing things a little blurry, only the familiar voice of milk in his ear made him feel that everything was still as it was yesterday.

He calmed down, and the scene in front of him gradually became clearer. In the half-sized room, there was only one bed and one table. The windows were pasted with scarlet grilles, which could be seen to be faded due to the wind and sun.

Seeing that he woke up, Cong Yi, whose face had been tense all night, finally raised a slight arc, "Master."

Cong Rong looked at Cong Yi, whose body was half up to the top of her head, and stared at herself for a moment, with a little worry hidden in her eyes, and her heart felt inexplicably warm.After wandering for a few years, my heart is like duckweed, I have no one to rely on, I think I am at ease, and I even forget the feeling of being a human being and having someone to rely on.

He opened his mouth in relief, and wanted to say something, but found that his throat was dry and tight, and he couldn't even speak.

Cong Yi seemed to be aware of his situation, and suddenly remembered that there was still a bowl of water on the table, so he stood up from the bed, and with one leg, he collapsed over Cong Rong's face.

The warm feeling that had just surged up in Cong Rong's heart seemed to have encountered a snow mountain storm suddenly, and there was not even half of it left, making people speechless for a while.

Cong Yi didn't notice these insignificant details, he held a big bowl in two small hands and raised it in front of Cong Rong, tilting the bowl to give him water to drink.

Seeing that the bowl was full of water, which was about to overflow with a slight tilt, Cong Rong just had a bad premonition in his heart, and the next moment, he saw a large bowl of cold water pouring down his head, Cong Rong couldn't avoid it, At the moment, I was poured a chill.