Master and Apprentice
"Thank you, Immortal Lord! Thank you, Immortal Lord!"
The little boy in green clothes was holding a scroll and calling out loudly to the man in green clothes with wide sleeves in front of him.
Xie Fengxue turned around, smiled gently at the little boy and said, "Xiao Shi, why are you so anxious?"
The child stood in front of him, panting, and handed him the scroll in his hand. "This is a map of the fairyland and some local customs and practices. Yixiang Jun said you would need it."
Xie Fengxue held the scroll, the smile on the corner of his lips growing stronger: "Is that so? Then thank you Yixiang Jun."
Seeing that he had accepted it, the little boy named Xiao Shi finally breathed a sigh of relief: "My Lord also said that if the Immortal Lord encounters any difficulties in the Immortal Realm, he can come to him. We are all from the Cangxuan family, so we should be of the same blood."
Xie Fengxue's smile remained unchanged: "Thank you for your concern, Yixiang Jun."
After exchanging a few more pleasantries with Xiao Shi, Xie Fengxue turned and left under his reluctant gaze.
The attitude of the fairy world towards him was more enthusiastic than he had imagined. He had only been in the fairy world for a few days, but he had already received a lot of such kindness.
Xie Fengxue would not believe such nonsense as Cang Xuan was a family. There were still immortals who ascended to the fairyland in other worlds. Cang Xuan had not ascended for four thousand years, but there was no questioning voice in the fairyland. This could explain a lot of problems.
Therefore, the goodwill shown to him by these "fellow villagers" made him think more about it.
Why?
Why do they take such a fancy to him? Or, what is there in him that is worthy of these high-ranking immortals' plots?
As he walked, a pale flame slowly emerged from his fingertips. In just a few steps, the scroll given by Yixiangjun turned into ashes bit by bit.
The small green insects crawled out of the book in panic, but they were no faster than the speed of the burning flames.
Before he could even escape, he turned to dust along with the scroll.
He has been encountering gadgets used for eavesdropping and surveillance quite frequently lately.
He cleared it away effortlessly. Xie Fengxue thought that Zuo Qin had not lied to him. In the field of divination, he should be the best in the world.
Xiao Shi, who had already walked far away, suddenly stopped, hurried to the nearest hiding place, held onto the corner of the wall, and spat out a mouthful of black blood.
A man in white clothes and a jade crown appeared behind him, put his hand on his back, and channeled his spiritual power into him to stabilize his injuries.
Xiao Shi wiped the blood from her lips and said in frustration, "Your Majesty, he found out."
Yixiangjun's eyes were slightly cold as she looked in the direction Xie Fengxue left, her voice unable to tell whether she was happy or angry.
"What does it matter? He can't go back to Cang Xuan anymore. If he wants to survive, he has no choice but to join us."
Xiao Shi hesitated and said, "Why does it have to be him..."
Yixiangjun did not continue to explain.
He looked at his fingers, and saw green insects crawling and moving on his fingertips.
This was a technique he had spent a long time practicing. He had always been successful with it and had uncovered many secrets that no one else knew.
But now it was seen through and cracked by a cultivator who had just forcibly transformed from a mortal to an immortal from the fusion stage.
He was once a rare genius in Cang Xuan, arrogant and looking down on the world.
At that time, there was nothing in the world that he could not do, and no spell that he could not break.
He was once the best magic practitioner in the world.
How did it become like this?
Yixiangjun withdrew her hand, but the green insect did not go back. Instead, it fell on Xiaoshi and turned into a strand of his hair.
He patted Xiao Shi's shoulder and said, "Go home."
The fairyland is too calm and has remained unchanged for thousands of years, but he is better than others. At least he has a place that can be called "home".
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When Zuo Qin appeared in front of Chi Zhouhai, Song Jia was shocked.
"You! How dare you come to Chi Zhouhai! Go back now!"
He hurriedly made hand gestures to set up the formation, but found that the surrounding area had already been filled with formations set up by Zuo Qin.
It fits perfectly and is airtight, much better than the half-baked formations he had learned over the past few hundred years.
Song Jia put his hand down nonchalantly. He wanted to act calm and composed, but at the moment he didn't even know where to put his hand.
He finally chose to compromise with himself, and thought to himself with self-mockery, what was he doing, he actually wanted to protect Zuo Qin.
Zuo Qin looked at him mockingly: "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I will die?"
Song Jia said jokingly, "You don't need me to worry about you."
He was overestimating his own abilities. Who was Zuo Qin? There was no more powerful magician in the world than him. And who was Song Jia? He was just a dirty rat crossing the street.
He forced himself to appear shameless and at ease, but only Song Jia knew that in front of Zuo Qin, the long-lost shame and humiliation once again enveloped him.
The pressure was so great that he could hardly breathe.
During the hundreds of years that he was a famous and righteous man, others thought he was in great glory, but only he himself felt that being Zuo Qin's apprentice was a very bad thing.
Zuo Qin is too dazzling. He is not a genius like Chang Xia and Xie Fengxue who can carve out his own world under the influence of their master.
He is just an ordinary person who can only make progress through hard work and practice. He has not yet learned even 30% of Zuo Qin's skills.
He struggled to complete those tasks that seemed extremely simple to Zuo Qin. After finishing them, there was no praise or reward. His master's calm eyes were his nightmare in his childhood.
What Song Jia feared even more was that strangers over the past few hundred years would look at him with surprise, curiosity, and disdain, and then say, "You are actually the disciple of Zuo Shanzhu."
It seems that if you are Zuo Qin's apprentice and don't accomplish something earth-shaking, you will be unworthy of this identity.
He didn't know at that time that his mistake was that he was too ordinary, yet he became the apprentice of the most powerful person in the world.
Song Jia thought that he was no longer this person's apprentice, and was afraid of what he might do, so he couldn't help but sneer at him: "Aren't those two people from Cangfeng Mountain the treasures of your heart? Who am I? When have you ever cared about me?"
"If I didn't care about you, you would have been chopped into pieces by Bie Jingchun the first time you attacked Chang Xia. How could you still argue with me here?"
The fortune teller with a youthful face looked aloof and eccentric, with a smile that was a little sarcastic.
"I never taught you to act without thinking, idiot."
Song Jia retorted: "You are not my master now. I don't need your teaching."
Zuo Qin said coldly: "I've been your master for one day, and I'll be your master for life."
He paused and looked up and down at the apprentice in front of him who was now taller than him.
"Besides, I didn't give you what you wanted. I went to Chi Zhouhai quietly. The whole world knows that I, Zuo Qin, was betrayed by my apprentice. I lost so much face. If it were someone else, he would have been torn into pieces long ago, but I still let you jump around well. I didn't make a fuss about you when you wanted to kill Changxia, and even persuaded her not to make a fuss about you. Otherwise, with your half-baked formation, you could have escaped from the hands of the third-ranked swordsman in Cangxuan. If you want the throne of Chi Zhouhai, I will let Bie Jingchun destroy the Red Fox Clan. Otherwise, do you think that your bargaining chip is worth Bie Jingchun's move? Song Jia, tell me, am I not good enough to you?"
"Then what are you doing here now? You've finally remembered your duties as a master and want to show off in front of your abandoned disciple."
Zuo Qin frowned and asked, "Who did you learn this habit of saying things that hurt others?"
Song Jia sneered: "I learned it from you."
Zuo quilt:......
He didn't want to talk to the little brat who was in a particularly long rebellious phase anymore. He folded his hands and asked, "Are you planning to stay in Chi Zhouhai for the rest of your life?"
Song Jia: "I'm happy to."
Zuo Qin: "How many more years can your broken body last? I estimate that in three years at most I will be burning incense on your grave."
Song Jia: "Don't bother with me, I've prepared everything. When I'm about to die, I'll pour the bone powder all over my body. I guarantee it won't dirty your eyes."
Zuo Qin was so angry that he laughed, "That's all you can do."
Song Jia continued to stab him: "They are not as good as your Axue and Xia Xia."
Zuo Qin suddenly fell silent. When Song Jia thought he was about to leave, he heard this unparalleled magician pinching his brows and saying, "Why would I argue with you?"
This was a rare moment of fatigue for Zuoqin.
"Ada, this time I want you to visit my grave first."
Zuo Qin had no talent for naming. When he picked up the children, he just called them Ada, Aer, and Asan.
Later, when Song Jia had to go to school, he had no choice but to give him a big name.
It’s not the A-grade one, but the A-name for the first child in his family.
He thought that there would be Ah Er and Ah San later, and there were many of his registered disciples in Morning Star Mountain, but they were just like Ji Sheng whom he had accepted in his dream, and they would only call him Master Zuo.
After Ah Da left, no other child could properly call him Master.
At the end of autumn that year, he raised a child. He was not very well-fed, but he was still able to survive. He named him Song Jia.
It was his first time being a master at that time, and he didn't know how to do it, so he could only figure it out bit by bit.
He took many detours along the way, and when he finally knew how to raise a child, Song Jia had already gone astray.
After all, he was not a good master, and Song Jia was not a good apprentice.
Song Jia was stunned by his words. He swallowed and found that his throat was extremely dry.
"Are you kidding me? Aren't you... Aren't you symbiotic with the Ji clan dragon vein? You were fine for the first eight hundred years, so why are you going to die now that the queen is back?"
"Bie Jingchun is already dead." Zuo Qin said, "Everyone will die, including me."
In other words, he should have died four thousand years ago, but it was a mother's selfish thought that allowed him to survive for so many years.
Zuo Qin looked at Song Jia. His pupils were deep and calm. Without those harsh words, he really looked like a good master at this moment.
"I came to you just to ask you a question. Do you want to be a human again or become a real demon?"
Song Jia shouted: "What are you doing? Compensation? Pity? I am a human or a demon, what does it have to do with you?"
Zuo Qin said, "He's still throwing a childish tantrum."
He continued, "There is no compensation, no mercy. You are my apprentice. Even though you were a bit foolish, I can't bear to see you die. It's that simple."
He placed his hand on Song Jia's forehead, and a magic circle emerged. A steady stream of time and space spell power was sent from the magic circle into Song Jia's body, stripping away the blood that Song Jia had thought would never be separated.
His white hair slowly turned black, and the dark green magic pattern also slowly faded away.
His heart began to beat again, and he could feel that he was becoming a living "person" again.
"I'll choose for you this time, but from now on, you have to make your own decisions."
Zuo Qin said softly.
"The world is good, let's go back to it."
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