IX Cultivation

Yu Jian's indifference has become much lighter, making the bloodstain on the center of the eyebrow suddenly beautiful and shocking.

Long Jun always couldn't bear to disturb Wan Ling who was sitting quietly by himself, just like a long time ago, he could look at Wan Ling when he was practicing, and he could see several springs, autumns, summers and winters...

At this moment, suddenly a pair of hands put a plush white cloak on Wan Ling's shoulders, and saw that Wan Ling continued to caress the little fox in his arms without looking back as if he was used to it, but his hands Held by another obviously bigger hand, a tall young man with an unusually handsome face and a small dimple when he smiled hugged Wan Ling from behind...

The hair of the two people was intertwined, and the snow-white clothes and black robes matched each other.

The 'gift' in Long Jun's hand suddenly loosened and fell to the ground...

032-033. Meaningful

Ao Puppet left the Dragon Clan since he was a child, but now he has been the Dragon King for thousands of years. He once read such a legend in ancient books that can be passed by a short number.

It is said that the gods can use their aura to bear the essence and conceive, regardless of gender.

At that time, Mr. Xiaolong looked at this short sentence and thought of something that should not be thought. He was out of his mind for a whole day, and laughed for a long time for the first time, as if his mother had already agreed to lay eggs with him. Yes, whimsical...

Naturally, it remains to be said whether the legend is true or not. When Ao Puppet comes back to his senses, he will forget about it. How can he imagine that when he sees such a picture now, the legend will appear in an instant, calling the dragon You subconsciously brought it into it, shocked and filled with bitterness.

The Luofu Immortal at the side couldn't understand Long Jun's strange thoughts at all, and when the crabs in Long Jun's hands fell to the ground and made a noise, he gave Long Jun an inexplicable look, but Long Jun's dark blue eyes couldn't see anyone at all. , lips pursed into a stiff straight line.

What the hell is going on? !

Immortal Luofu still didn't understand the situation, so he ignored Long Jun immediately.

Looking at the people in the room, they were all startled by the sound. The young man who was originally surrounded by all spirits looked in their direction sharply with his deep pupils, met the eyes of the Luofu Immortal, and then walked step by step In front of him, as if he really saw him, but also as if he didn't see him, he gently closed the window...

"What's the matter?" Wan Ling turned and held the little cub in his arms with one hand, and scratched the little cub's furry belly with the other hand, his voice was cold and a little soft.

The young man in a black robe had crow-like long hair tied high on his head, leaving only two strands in front of his ears. He turned his head and said, "It's nothing. I thought someone was outside, but I didn't see it."

The young man has broad shoulders and narrow hips, a slender figure, and a good appearance, especially when he smiles, it makes people feel like a spring breeze and the sun shines into their bones.

Immortal Wan Ling looked at Ji Jue in front of him, and always felt that he hadn't come back to his senses, as if it was just a blink of an eye, the little boy who had just reached his waist had grown up, and had become something indescribable. Feeling, but in the end, the original intention has not changed, and this alone makes Wan Ling feel relieved.

The Immortal Wan Ling has no concept of time, and the years can't leave any traces on him. He doesn't even have any feeling about following Ji Jue to live in this cold palace. For Wan Ling, all he needs is It's good to be by Ji Jue's side, so he has been on this mountain for ten years and never went out.

However, ten years is long enough for a mortal. He can make a boy who is still unable to stand on his own grow into a man enough to be relied on, making him more considerate, warmer and more dazzling than ten years ago.

In ten years, a person who no longer believes in the world can become a proficient person in disguise, and can do secret and cruel things in a pure skin.

Wan Ling still vaguely remembers what happened when he left the palace ten years ago.

At that time, Ji Jue’s body hadn’t recovered significantly after being raised for several months, and his voice was completely broken, making obedient people feel as if they were listening to the sound of nails scraping the ground, and his eyes also healed very slowly. Often, Wan Ling stood in front of Ji Jue, and Ji Jue couldn't see his face clearly.

Later, an imperial doctor suggested that the prince should leave the palace to recuperate. At this time, when the third prince Ji Xi began to frequent the imperial study to please Emperor Huan En, even the queen didn't say anything, so it was logical that Ji Jue's prince The government has moved out and is located on such a remote mountainside.

On the day when he left the palace, Ji Jue's eyes were still dreaming of gauze because of the medicine, which was wrapped in many circles and tied behind his head. His small body sat on the shoulders of the four people, all alone, and called him: " Sir...will you go out and live with me?"

Maybe it was because the picture was too distressing, Wan Lingxian felt uncomfortable for a moment, and said naturally: "Of course, Ah Jue."

He completely disregarded that Ji Xi who came to him a second ago told him that Emperor Huan En had promised Ji Xi that he would bestow him as a teacher to Ji Xi.

Then he saw Ji Jue's pale smile on his face, as if suddenly relieved, Wan Ling couldn't forget it all these years.

Although until now, due to various obvious reasons, there are not even a few servants left in the Prince's Mansion here, but there is always a name here, and there is no need for Wan Ling to worry about trivial matters in life. His recuperation has completely recovered two years ago. From time to time, he learns martial arts from the mysterious master he heard that he found, and his body is much stronger.

Wanling Immortal probably really wasn't interested in the outside world, so he didn't let go of his mind at all when he heard that the prince Ji Jue was dead in name only.

They said that Ji Jue still has such a title. It is nothing more than the rumors of her birth that year were too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Everyone has already tied Ji Jue's fate to the rise and fall of the past, so they can't move it. It's just... sooner or later...

After all, Ji Jue was 'abandoned' ten years ago, this is fate...

Even if he is better now, he has not been in the palace for a long time, and going back is a dead end.

Is it really that complicated?

The Wanling Immortal couldn't figure it out, but he remembered that in their demon fox clan, the inheritance of the fox king was determined by heaven, and no one could change it if it was set, and no one would think of becoming the fox king himself. It is yours, and the fate is the same. Before going down to earth, he even asked Luo Fu what the fate of the little spirit stone is in this life.

The Immortal Luofu told him - the emperor's order.

It is obvious that it cannot be taken away.

Although the eyesight in front of me is still not very good, but the young man who is gentle to others, generous and hearty will definitely be a benevolent king in the future.

Wan Ling firmly believes in this, if not, could it be that he has been blind in the past ten years?

Over the years, Wanling Immortal has held the idea that he is already a "mortal", and has not used fairy magic or even any small mana for a long time. Besides, there is no place where he can use magic after coming out of the palace.

There is no little half-demon who is pitifully tossed by his own blood, and there is no little demon from the same family who comes to talk to him. Even a goblin monster is hard to see, and Wan Ling didn't notice the two people outside the window.

When Ji Jue closed the window and returned to her side, Wan Ling put the soft little cub in her arms on her lap, and the little cub spit out its pink tongue and opened its big moist eyes with its paws. After touching his ears, he wanted to get into the man's skirt, but Ji Jueti pulled him away from the nape of his neck, hugged him in his arms, and said, "That's really strange, I clearly heard a voice just now."

Wan Ling poured a cup of hot wine for the handsome young man beside Fengshen and himself, looked at the wisps of tobacco floating on the wine glasses, and said, "It may be some small animal."

There are often animals on the mountain accidentally breaking into the Prince's Mansion, and Wan Ling is used to it.

"Is that so?" Ji Jue looked at Wan Ling's hand holding the wine glass, with a faint light shining in his dark eyes, "Probably."

Wan Ling is used to reading books and playing the piano in the room after lunch every day, while Ji Jue wakes up very early every day and goes out without knowing what to do. After coming back at noon, after lunch, he talks to Wan Ling and then goes out again. , the past two years have been particularly busy, but he always remembers to come back on time to have dinner with Wan Ling.

Sometimes Wan Ling finds it bothersome, saying that if Ji Jue has something to do, he doesn't have to rush back every day. At that time, the handsome young man looked deeply at Wan Ling and said, "I'm afraid you will be bored." Ji Jue's voice changed when he was young. It has improved a lot, instead of being hoarse and unpleasant after burning out, it is low and unspeakable, with a restrained and charming voice.

If any girl heard such a handsome young man talking to her so tenderly, she would blushed, and she couldn't control her heartbeat when she wanted to say something, and she was fascinated in an instant, but listening to Ji Jue The one who spoke was not a girl with a heart, but Wan Ling, who had lived for thousands of years. After hearing this, Wan Ling simply gave Ji Jue a "whatever" look and continued to read her book. There are no touch rewards.

Boiling wine in warm water has been one of Wan Ling's favorite things in recent years. He is not a god who craves appetite, but just misses the wine that Luo Fu made with his own petals in Jiuchongtian, so before winter, when he is free, he will Make some, not more, not less, just enough for the coldest days.

Although the change in temperature has no effect on Wan Ling at all, but Ji Jue is so old, drinking alcohol is good enough to keep out the cold, and he doesn't need to sleep with him every night like in the past few years, and still nestle under a sheet...

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye Ji Jue was about to go out to learn martial arts from his mysterious master. Wan Ling took the cub who was about to fall asleep and held him in his arms, then waved to Ji Jue and said, "God! It’s cold, remember to put on your cloak.”

The young man had a handsome face, and when he walked to the door, he