The feeling of being carried away by a big boss!

Jian Zhen said to Ye Jisheng, "You eat too."

Ye Jisheng shook his head slightly and said, "I'm not hungry."

"How could you not be hungry?" Jian Zhen didn't believe it at all. He said, "You came here since noon to make medicine for me, take care of me, and cook for me. You must be hungry after such a long time!"

Ye Jisheng said: "When I go back, I will clean up the mess. The disciples will have their own meals, so they don't have to eat yours."

Jian Zhen subconsciously said, "How can the food of the cleaning disciples be so rich? Besides, why are you dividing yours and mine so clearly with me?"

Ye Jisheng raised his red eyes to look at him. Jian Zhen didn't realize anything was wrong at first, but after meeting Ye Jisheng's gaze, he slowly realized that this was not tens of millions of years later, and he and the young demon god did not have such a close relationship.

Jian Zhen: “…”

Seeing Ye Jisheng's slightly inquiring look.

Jian Zhen coughed lightly, and he made an excuse for himself and said, "When I was at home, I was used to having someone to eat with me. I just came to Lingshan and I'm not used to eating alone. You can eat with me."

Anything that is related to oneself will not be rejected so decisively.

really.

When Jian Zhen finished speaking, Ye Jisheng was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay."

The young man in coarse cloth sat down beside him. Jian Zhen was actually full. He sat on the chair and drank his soup slowly, watching Ye Jisheng eating. He ate very quickly, which should be a habit developed by the Lingshan disciples due to the rules of meal time. Although he ate quickly, he was not rude. He ate bit by bit in an orderly manner and ate very seriously.

In the end, the whole table was cleaned up.

Jian Zhen was a little surprised, she just smiled with some emotion and said: "See, I said you were hungry, you eat so cleanly."

Ye Jisheng said: "I'm used to it."

Jian Zhen asked: "Not wasting food?"

Ye Jisheng sat on a chair, the afterglow of the sunset fell on him, sprinkled with the coolness of the evening breeze, his voice was calm but also had some strength, he said: "Because sometimes I don't know if there will be another meal, I will try to eat as much as possible."

Jian Zhen curled up his hands, guessing that Ye Jisheng might have a hard time, but he didn't expect that it would be so hard. He blurted out: "Then come over often to eat with me in the future."

Ye Jisheng looked up at him and said, "There are better cooks on Lingshan Mountain. You are the disciple of the master. As long as you ask, someone will arrange it for you. They will cook better than me."

Jane really said: "What you do is the best."

The light of the sunset fell on his shoulders, as if giving people a layer of golden and gentle halo. The two people looked at each other, and Ye Jisheng could only see the gentle water color of his eyebrows. After just one glance, he could no longer see any other scenery in the world.

Jane really asked him, "Are you willing to come?"

It was no longer those arrogant orders, but patiently and seriously asking for his opinion, no looks full of contempt and disdain, no charity. Their identities and status were obviously very different, like an insurmountable chasm. Ye Jisheng's reason told him that he should refuse. The immortals were all a group of hypocritical people who were sanctimonious and well-dressed.

Don't agree to him and stay away from him.

The voice of reason keeps shouting in my heart.

But amidst this surging wave of voices, he heard himself say, "Okay."

I do.

The highest peak of Lingshan Temple.

The spiritual energy here is rich and dense. On the misty mountain, a cave was opened and someone slowly walked out of it.

Fu Changhuan stood outside, turned around and said respectfully, "Master."

A man in green brocade clothes walked out slowly. His steps were slow but light, with his long black hair placed behind him. He was not surprised at all when he saw people waiting for him outside, as if everything had been expected.

He paused and said, "But something happened."

Fu Changhuan said, "I am here to report to you about my junior brother. Jian Zhu's body is different from that of ordinary people. He is very resistant to spiritual medicine and spiritual tools. During the time when our master was in seclusion, he had a fever and fell ill. The pharmacists were unable to help him."

I originally thought that the master would be a little surprised.

However, the man was very calm. He asked, "Are you still sick?"

Fu Changhuan replied: "Now, with the help of medicine, he has gotten better in the past few days."

The master nodded and said, "That's good. When you have time, please come to his place to look for me."

Fu Changhuan agreed, but was a little surprised when he looked up. His master was the only god of nature in the world. Logically, he should be immortal and never age. However, the person in front of him had a hint of white hair between his brows and his face looked a little old!

"Grandmaster, you..."

The man in front of him seemed to have guessed what he would ask, raised his hand and said, "Wangyou, come with me."

Fu Changhuan followed behind his master.

The distance from Lingshan to the bottom is a distance that two people above the Spirit Transformation Stage can cover in almost an instant. The mountain is located in the most hidden corner of Lingshan. This is the forbidden area of ​​Lingshan. The master opened it with a wave of his hand, and rich spiritual energy instantly covered the sky and the earth. If someone with low cultivation came here again, he would probably be directly beaten to ashes by the surging spiritual energy.

Fu Changhuan was unusually surprised: "Time mirror?"

The immortal clan's most precious treasure, the Time Mirror, was suspended in the air high in the sky. The huge Time Mirror that used to glow with golden light was now, contrary to its normal state, glowing faintly with red light.

The master's gaze became more profound. He said, "It's time... It's fate..."

Fu Changhuan asked: "What happened?"

The master stroked his beard, lowered his eyes to Fu Changhuan and said, "Wangyou, the time mirror predicts that the demon god will be born soon."

Fu Changhuan's eyes trembled unconsciously, and the boy's cold eyebrows finally relaxed, but even so, he still looked very calm: "The demons have existed in the world for tens of millions of years, born in the wild and hot land. How could a demon suddenly come to the world? Master, is there something strange about this?"

The master stood under the time mirror, the wind blowing across his clothes, and finally he slowly spoke: "In the Three Realms, our Immortal Clan is the leader. The great way of this world emphasizes the balance of yin and yang. The Immortal Clan's excessive luck is definitely not what the Heavenly Dao wants to see. The Demon Clan's demon god descending into the world is the destiny of heaven."

Fu Changhuan said: "Even if the demons have a demon god, we, the immortals, have nothing to fear."

The master sighed softly and said, "Wangyou, over the past tens of millions of years, the demons have been oppressed. If they gain enough power, I'm afraid the three realms will inevitably be in chaos in the future."

Fu Changhuan frowned slightly and said, "This demon god actually has such a powerful force."

The master looked at Shi Jing, his temples turning a little gray. "When I was in seclusion, I once glimpsed a glimpse of the secret. The power of this future demon god is definitely not inferior to mine, and Lingshan..."

The time mirror glowing red floated in the air, as if it was burning with a bloody flame.

"He will bring disaster upon us."

Tianji Pavilion

Jian Zhen, who had just recovered from her illness, was finally able to go out for a walk, and the new disciples had already started attending classes and receiving instruction.

Today is the divination class taught by Elder Wen, the elder of Tianji Pavilion.

Jian Zhen sat in the last row and listened to the elderly Elder Wen saying, "Heavenly Law, this world emphasizes cause and effect, reincarnation, and the balance of yin and yang. The same is true for our divination. Now everyone look at the stone in my hand. Let's divine the fate of this stone tomorrow. We must start with something about this stone, with the cause and effect of this stone..."

Next.

Elder Wen spoke various professional terms and complicated and tedious formulas of magic. Jian Zhen could follow at the beginning, but was completely confused later on.

When the get out of class is over.

Elder Wen assigned homework: "Everyone should divine the fate of this stone tomorrow and hand it in during class tomorrow."

All the disciples agreed.

After Elder Wen left, some disciples even discussed:

"This assignment isn't difficult at all."

"That's right."

“We learned this at home.”

"You can go back and have a good rest at night."

Jian Zhen listened to their conversation and finally understood what it felt like to go to cram school from a wealthy family since childhood and then come here to attack classmates.

hateful!

Evil capital!!

Jian Zhen was secretly complaining in her heart.

A disciple noticed him being silent, and said with a smile: "Brother Jian, have we embarrassed you? You are the disciple of the Grandmaster, the junior of the Senior Brother, this kind of small homework must be very easy for you, right?"

Jian Zhen: “…”

He couldn't, he didn't even understand.

All the disciples looked over at once.

Jian Zhen instantly felt as if a sword was under attack. Just when he was hesitating whether to tell the truth, a figure suddenly appeared outside. Someone walked in. He was wearing a cloth shirt different from the other disciples, but he was tall and walked steadily. He didn't stop until he reached Jian Zhen.

Ye Jisheng put down the medicine pot in his hand and said, "This is the medicine you need to drink at noon. The pharmacist said you still need to take it twice a day on time."

Jian Zhen: “Ah…Okay.”

The other disciples asked, "Brother Jian, who is this?"

When they saw Ye Jisheng's cleaning disciple's clothes and his red eyes, they knew his identity as a demon, that he was just a slave, and their tone immediately became filled with disdain and sarcasm.

Jane was about to speak.

Ye Jisheng's frail body was not afraid of the hostile looks from the entire room, and he replied, "I am the cleaning disciple assigned by the peak master to boil medicine for him. He is my master."

The other disciples were a little surprised.

Ye Jisheng continued, "Were you asking my master about the fortune of this stone tomorrow?"

The stones on the table not far away are clearly visible.

Ye Jisheng just glanced at it calmly and said, "This stone will break into pieces indoors at noon tomorrow. Such questions are very simple for me, let alone my master."

The words fell.

The disciples who had just shown sarcasm and wanted to embarrass Jian Zhen now looked a little embarrassed, and even looked at Jian Zhen with a little fear.

Jian Zhen: “…”

Why is it that I suddenly feel so good about being carried away by a big boss? ! !

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