Demon Lord, he is rebellious

Xianyu Haoyang waited patiently in front of Xuanling Cave, staring at the restriction on the door in a daze.

Master is finally about to leave the customs.

Ten years, time flies.

In the past ten years, he has not been in Yunqingzong often. He will take a walk in the city of ordinary people, look at the lights of the fishing boats, look at the porters with burdens stepping on the stone road, and listen to the sound in the reed pond. The babbling voice of the little boy in Liyuan...

Sometimes Xianyu Haoyang would stare blankly at something, wondering if Master would smile when he saw it.

Before everything, I think of Duan Xun, and when I do everything, I want to make Master happy.

Xianyu Haoyang thought, "If the master is here, if I do this, will the master nod? Will he praise me with a smile, saying, what I did is really good."

Thinking like this every day, buried in the bone marrow, has become a habit.

It turns out that time flies, but miss is like a glass of fine wine, more mellow.

In the past ten years, he had killed tens of thousands of monsters, wandering between life and death several times, with no one around him.

It turns out that the world without a master is no different from when I was a slave.

His god is not around, he seems to have returned to that dirty and muddy swamp, and the disgusting sticky sewage slowly engulfed him, suffocating him.

He looked at the sky covered in blood, as if he saw Duan Xun's noble face, he pulled his hair in pain, his Adam's apple rolled, and his throat let out a beast-like howl.

"Master... I'm afraid."

Duan Xun is still the same as before, with white clothes sweeping the floor, wide-sleeved robes, and handsome eyebrows as before.

He came and walked over to him.She didn't speak, just stroked his head lightly, once and for all, to comfort Xianyu Haoyang who wanted to cry bitterly.With long and slender eyelashes drooping, he raised his eyelids, looked at Xianyu Haoyang quietly, and then smiled peacefully, a very shallow smile.

"Don't be afraid, Master is here."

Xianyu Haoyang let out a sob, with some grievances, "Master, don't abandon me."

He could no longer bear the world without Duan Xun.

"Master, I'm afraid..."

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Duan Xun came out of the seclusion today, and just after he came out of the Xuanling Cave, he saw Xianyu Haoyang respectfully standing in front of the cave.

Seeing Duan Xun come out, Xianyu Haoyang walked up excitedly, his eyes were slightly red, "Master, you finally came out of retreat."

Duan Xun couldn't help being a little dazed when he saw Xianyu Haoyang.

The disciple who had grown into a youth in front of him was exactly the same as the one in his memory.

Habitually wanted to reach out and touch the top of Xianyu Haoyang's head, only to find that Xiao Douding, who used to reach up to his waist, was now taller than himself.

Duan Xun withdrew his hand in a little embarrassment, straightened the slightly wrinkled clothes on Xianyu Haoyang's shoulders in a disguised way, and said, "Master, this retreat has been in retreat for more than ten years, and Haoyang has grown up."

Seeing that Duan Xun didn't touch the top of his head as usual, Xian Yu Haoyang felt disappointed, "Did the disciple disappoint Master? Master doesn't even touch me anymore." He was dejected, like a wounded little wolf dog.

After a while, Xianyu Haoyang heard Duan Xun coughing slightly, "Squat down."

Xianyu Haoyang curled up his knees subconsciously, and stroked the top of his head with a slightly cool hand, carrying the familiar fragrance of lotus.Xianyu Haoyang was stunned, for some reason, a ripple appeared in his heart.

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Returning to Huashi Pavilion, after taking a bath, Duan Xun put on the clean clothes that Xianyu Haoyang had prepared, sat on the small steps, and drank the tea brewed from Lingquan. ah.

A monk who has reached the realm of Duan Xun has all the spiritual orifices in his body, and if he does not eat grains, he will not produce dirt on his body like ordinary people.

On weekdays, even if the body is accidentally stained with dust, a dust cleaner can clean it up in an instant.It's just that Duan Xun always feels so uncomfortable, so he always keeps the habit of bathing.

Since Xianyu Haoyang knew about his master's habit of taking a bath, he no longer left it to others.

The first time I helped Duan Xun prepare the water for bathing, it was not as high as the tub.No matter how tired he is from practicing during the day, when he returns to Huashi Pavilion, he always fetches water for Duan Xun to take a bath with his own hands.

Duan Xun persuaded Xianyu Haoyang not to do this every day, but the child was very stubborn and agreed, but the next day he still boiled the water and made the tea as usual.

Over time, Duan Xun also went with him, and sometimes when Hao Yang came back late, Duan Xun used to wait for him to come back to prepare water for bathing and drink a cup of calming tea before continuing to meditate.

Duan Xun put down the teacup in his hand and said, "I see the aura in your body faintly showing signs of breaking through the Nascent Soul's cultivation?"

Xianyu Haoyang stood obediently beside Duan Xun, and said, "Yes, Master, this disciple had a vague feeling that he was going to break through the Nascent Soul realm a year ago. However, he has retreated many times, and he always feels that something is missing. There is no previous breakthrough. That sense of success.”

Duan Xundao: "The Nascent Soul Realm is a watershed for immortals. There are many people who stop at the Golden Core Stage all their lives. After cultivating the Nascent Soul, they can be regarded as the mainstay of the Immortal Cultivation World, and they can start a sect. The first few realms only need spiritual energy in the body. When you reach a certain number, you can be promoted naturally, after the Nascent Soul, you need to comprehend and comprehend the way of heaven."

Xianyu Haoyang is thoughtful, his own way?

"What is Master's Tao? Do I want to practice the same Tao as Master?"

Duan Xun shook his head with a smile: "Everyone's way is different, study your own heart, and find a way that suits you."

When Xianyu Haoyang heard this, his heart was relieved.

His master has always been a handsome gentleman, the snow on earth, the leader of the immortal way.

As his only disciple, he has been trying to disguise himself as others want all these years.Courteous, not surprised by favor or insult, friendly fellow.

He is not afraid of what others do to him, he is afraid of hurting his master because of himself; he is afraid that his master will be disappointed with him, so he works hard to become what his master wants.Only he himself knows that he is not that kind of person.

God knows how much I hate those immortal sects who are full of benevolence and morality, but secretly despicable and dirty.God knows how much I hate those fellow sects who don't work hard at cultivation, and come crying to my side to seek shelter whenever danger occurs.

Uncle Rongfeng teaches the disciples in the sect every day to quell the evil in the world so as to bring peace to all beings in the world.But except for Master, no one has ever treated him sincerely, so what does the common people in the world have to do with him?

Xianyu Haoyang lowered his head, Duan Xun didn't see the haze that flashed in Xianyu Haoyang's eyes.

Duan Xun took a sip of tea, picked up the copybook sent by Rongfeng on the table, and looked at it, which recorded the details of the Xianmen Grand Competition ten days later.Although the affairs of the Zongzhong were basically handed over to the elders of the fourth hall, but as the head of such a grand event, he knew nothing about it and couldn't talk about it.

"Hey? Why isn't your name there?" Duan Xun scanned the list of participating disciples and couldn't help wondering when he saw that there were no disciples of his own.