Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

"My lord, run... run!"

I don't know if it was the soldier who pushed him, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and he couldn't tell who it was.

But that must be the soldier who watched him grow up in his mansion, other people would not call him "Elder Prince".

The sky was full of yellow sand, and blood mixed with the loess to form a dirty color.

The boy hid in a pile of corpses, his face covered with tears and blood, and he covered his mouth to dare not make a sound.

I don't know how long it took, but the sky gradually darkened.

The wind in the frontier was very cold, and the boy was shivering from the cold, when he suddenly heard faint footsteps.

He didn't dare to move for a while.

Someone stopped in front of the shattered flag, and then walked to the place where the young man was hiding: "Are you a member of the Dong family of the Acropolis?"

The young man raised his head in panic, as if he saw an immortal under the moonlight. He was dressed in a clean long gown, his hair was tied with a headband, and he was carrying a sword with the hilt exposed on his shoulder.

He was born really handsome, with no expression on his face, but he seemed to have the pity of all the people in the world.

Like a bodhisattva in a temple.

The boy timidly said: "Are you a fairy?"

The man in Tsing Yi was stunned, and squatted down to look at him: "I'm not, I haven't become a fairy yet."

He pointed to the rag-like flag not far away, on which the word "Dong" could be vaguely seen: "Do you know where all the members of the Dong family are?"

The boy was silent for a while, then said, "It's all here."

He just curled up in a pile of corpses and whispered, "I'm the only one left."

The man in Tsing Yi was also silent, and finally asked: "Then do you want to come with me?"

The boy's eyes were very bright, he stared at the face of the man in Tsing Yi for a while, then nodded without much hesitation: "Okay."

The man in Tsing Yi pulled him out of the pile of corpses and asked him, "What's your name?"

He burned the corpses and read a formula to bury them.

The stars in the sky seem to be falling down at this moment, like escorting the dead back home.

The young man looked up at the familiar yet unfamiliar soul in the air, and replied, "Dong Changying."

"My name is Dong Changying."

In the 24th year of Ningxuan, the Dong family of Acropolis was ordered to go to Xisai. The next year Xisai fell, and the Dong family resisted to the death and were wiped out.

"No," Dong Changying said, "I saw them that night. They belong to General Dugu."

As soon as he said this, the people around him looked at him in surprise.

The Dugu clan is now receiving the favor, and they will be beheaded if they say this!

Ji Yaozhen didn't understand these things either, he only knew that he should go to the Dong family in Weicheng to repay his favor, but he didn't expect that there was only one person left in the Dong family.

But there was something wrong with the eyes of everyone looking over. He felt that Dong Changying might have said something wrong. After thinking about it, he said to Dong Changying in an emotionless tone, "Don't talk nonsense."

Dong Changying insisted: "I'm not talking nonsense, I really saw it."

Now it's not just the people around, the whole restaurant looked over, staring at the two and whispering.

"What was he talking about just now? The Dong family was silenced?"

"You don't want to die, you can say such things!"

"But if the eldest son of the Dong family survives, he will probably be of his age..."

Immortal cultivators have keen hearing, Ji Yaozhen no longer hesitated, dropped a piece of silver, and dragged Dong Changying out of the restaurant.

Ji Yaozhen didn't know what kind of fairy magic he cast, and dragged Dong Changying to the outside of the city in an instant.

There was no one around, Ji Yaozhen said to him: "You shouldn't have said that."

"Why?" Dong Changying is not as ostentatious as an ordinary boy, but sometimes he is very stubborn, such as now, "Obviously they killed my father, why can't they say it?"

"Because you will be arrested and die," Ji Yaozhen said, "I have to protect you."

Dong Changying suddenly asked: "Is this how you repay your kindness?"

"Aren't you a cultivator?"

"You can't rehabilitate my father, and you can't kill the Dugu clan?"

"Then I don't want you to repay your favor, you can go."

After Dong Changying finished speaking, she turned her head and left.

In fact, he regretted walking a few steps away, secretly turned his head several times, and never saw anyone following him.

Dong Changying walked alone for a long time before arriving at a small inn. He was so tired that he paid the money directly to the inn and took a rest in the inn.

But at night, the crows outside the window and the faint sound of horses disturbed him so much that he couldn't sleep.

Dong Changying covered herself in the quilt, tears streaming down suddenly.

Just as he was suppressing his sobs like that night, someone suddenly patted his back through the quilt.

Dong Changying was taken aback and shouted sharply, "Who is it!"

He lifted the quilt and saw Ji Yaozhen sitting beside his bed, patting him on the back inexperiencedly: "Don't cry."

Dong Changying wiped away tears, choked up and said, "How did you get in?"

Ji Yaozhen answered as it should be: "He opened the door and came in."

Dong Changying was speechless for a while, and then asked intermittently: "I, didn't I say that you don't need to repay the favor?"

This time Ji Yaozhen answered after careful consideration: "What you say doesn't count."

"It was your grandpa who saved me at that time, and I'm repaying your kindness to your grandpa."

From that day on, Dong Changying began to cling to Ji Yaozhen every day.

Ji Yaozhen has already established the foundation and is almost at the state of concentration, so she doesn't need to sleep much, and has been walking for two or three days without stopping.

When he noticed Dong Changying, he couldn't hold on anymore and was about to faint.

Ji Yaozhen stayed on Qingheng Mountain when he was very young. He hadn't contacted mortals for a long time, and he didn't know how to get along with him for a while.

When Dong Changying woke up, he was at a loss for a while, and handed Dong Changying the cake he just bought: "Here, eat it."

Dong Changying stared at the sweet-looking snack, and said hoarsely, "I want to drink water."

Ji Yaozhen froze for a moment, then quickly poured him a cup of tea.

The tea might have been made overnight, and it was already completely cold. Dong Changying didn't care too much, and drank it all in one go.

Ji Yaozhen looked at the dim sum that was quickly melted in his hand, and said cautiously: "Don't you like it? I think children like to eat this."

Dong Changying stared at the bed curtain above her head and sighed, "Ji Yaozhen, I am no longer a child."

During the later journey, Ji Yaozhen knew that he had to book a room at the inn every night for Dong Changying to sleep and rest, and he sat aside to meditate and adjust his breath.

Dong Changying slept very unsteadily, dreaming of bright red blood and yellow sand filling the sky, often falling into nightmares.

At this time, Ji Yaozhen put his hand on his forehead and sneaked into his dream.

In Dong Changying's dream, there was still fire and fighting, but the difference was that there would be a soldier in armor standing in front of him, driving away one enemy after another for him.

In the early morning dream, Dong Changying opened his eyes in a trance. The immortal sitting cross-legged in front of him closed his eyes and adjusted his breath. His face hidden in the morning light was somewhat blurred, and gradually overlapped with the soldiers in his dream.