Extra 1: The Little Devil in Lingshan
Xiaohong is growing very fast, and now the three-year-old is old enough to go to school.
Jian Zhen had been to school before, but he had no basic knowledge and was illiterate. At that time, he was transferred to a kindergarten class to learn to read. Now, seeing his own child starting from the basics, he can't tell you how happy he is.
even.
Jian Zhen also took the homework with great interest. In order to increase her child's interest, she said, "Come on, Dad will write with you!"
With the idea of not arguing with children.
Jian Zhen felt that she couldn't compare herself too much with the child, so she was thinking about whether she should give the child a break. Less than half a quarter of an hour later, when Jian Zhen was still pondering the last few words -
Ye Lin, who was sitting at the opposite table, had already finished writing. He said, "Dad, I'm done!"
Jian Zhen's hand trembled, leaving a circle of ink on the paper. She couldn't believe it and said, "Is this true? Is it so fast?"
He spent an entire afternoon writing this stuff! !
Ye Lin handed the rice paper to Jian Zhen and said, "Dad, look."
Jian Zhen took it and took a look. It was exactly the same. Moreover, the handwriting of the three-year-old child was much better than her own scribbles. It even had a tendency to be better than her own! !
Ye Lin smiled and said, "Dad, how is your writing going?"
Jian Zhen: “…”
Hesitated for a moment.
The old father's self-esteem prevented him from admitting defeat.
Jian Zhen coughed lightly and said, "Dad hasn't finished writing yet, so he's letting you go."
"Dad, you don't have to give in to me in the future!" Ye Lin stood up. The young child still had some baby fat on his face, but he looked very cute: "I can finish it."
Jian Zhen secretly decided that she would never do homework with this kid again.
Because my own child is too extraordinary.
Jian Zhen directly sent the child to college, thinking that everything would be fine from then on. However, she didn't expect that when she and Ye Jisheng went to pick up the child from school that night, the teacher had a sad face.
Jian Zhen asked curiously, "Master, why is this happening? Is this child difficult to educate? You don't have to give him a break just because of his status. Just educate him as needed."
The Master said, "That's not the case, it's just..."
Ye Jisheng saw the teacher hesitating and said calmly, "Just say it."
The teacher mustered up the courage to half-kneel and said, "It's really that the little prince learns things too fast. Not only that, the other children in the class can't keep up with the little prince's progress at all. Please ask your Majesty and the Lord to find another good teacher for the prince!"
Jian Zhen was stunned. He didn't expect it to be like this. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He thought about how difficult it was for him to study, but when it came to his own child, the teacher criticized him for progressing too fast.
Jian Zhen looked at Ye Jisheng and whispered, "You should think of a solution quickly. Look, the teacher has already said it."
Ye Jisheng nodded and said, "There is indeed a problem."
Jian Zhen's eyes lit up, and she looked forward to seeing the performance of the Demon Lord.
Ye Jisheng even turned around a little slowly and looked at Xiaohong, saying lightly: "When I was your age, I had already read all these low-level books."
Jian Zhen was just about to persuade her child not to compare himself with his father.
The little kid standing at the back said in a rather puffy voice, "Then I want to see it too!"
Jian Zhen: “…”
Yes, they are truly father and son.
Because Ye Lin's learning progress was different from that of other students in the academy, Ye Jisheng allowed Ye Lin to skip a grade. After he had learned all the knowledge in the academy, Ye Jisheng handed the five-year-old Ye Lin to the high priest.
However, before the situation had been peaceful for two years, even the high priest could no longer keep him.
Just as Jian Zhen was watching the high priest wailing that there was really nothing more he could teach the little prince, he happened to receive a letter from Lingshan, which was written by Fu Changhuan. Because the two tribes had established friendly relations, they would trade with each other from time to time and occasionally exchange disciples for study.
Jian Zhen suddenly had an idea and said to Ye Jisheng, "Should we send Xiaohong to Lingshan to study for half a year?"
Ye Jisheng sneered and said, "The Lingshan Immortal Clan has the most rules. With his temper, I'm afraid he will be sent back before he can stay for a day."
Jian Zhen was sweating profusely. He said, "Then I'll try to ask the Immortal Venerable."
Not long after the letter was sent, Jian Zhen received a reply from Fu Changhuan, in which he agreed to let Xiaohong go to Lingshan to study, and that he would arrange for Xiaohong to be taught personally by his side, so Jian Zhen could rest assured.
Jian Zhen smiled happily: "Look, Senior Brother is so nice. He is the one who values rules the most. He will definitely be able to teach Xiao Hong well."
Ye Jisheng smiled faintly and said slowly: "Since Madam has no objection, I have no objection either."
So.
On a sunny day, the disciples of Lingshan saw a fire phoenix circling in the sky, and then a little devil in red clothes came.
To this.
Fu Changhuan's little Taoist boy was the most touched.
Thinking back to the past, when Jian Zhen's little grass was alive, he was the one who took care of it. The time when the little grass was alive could be said to be the happiest days for the Immortal Lord. The Immortal Lord, who had always been cold and icy, finally gained some popularity and was willing to talk to people. The Lingshan Mountain, which had been covered with snow for tens of millions of years, finally showed some life.
Later, Jane really left.
Lingshan returned to its dead silence, like a dead body of water without any ripples.
The Immortal Master was alone again.
Just when the little boy thought that life would never change, the little devil in red came!
When six-year-old Ye Lin first arrived at the top of Lingshan Mountain, the Demon Tribe was a hot and humid place and had never seen such heavy snow. The little guy couldn't help rolling around in the snow and having a lot of fun.
When Fu Changhuan came over, the elders followed him. The elders said earnestly: "Immortal Venerable, aren't we crossing the line in educating the future crown prince of the demon clan? Besides, I heard that the little prince has read the ancient books of the demon clan and learned a lot of skills before he was six years old. He must be a person with high expectations. How could he care about us..."
The words haven't finished yet.
When they walked outside the palace, they saw the little boy who was rolling around in the snow and having a snowball fight with the phoenix slowly getting up from the snow.
After seeing the figure.
Ye Lin ran in front of Fu Changhuan and almost fell because he ran too fast. Fu Changhuan caught him and looked at the child's white and tender face that was red from the cold. He said, "Why are you playing like this? Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"
The little fellow raised his head and looked at Fu Changhuan and said in a baby voice: "I'm not afraid, I have the soul fire to protect me."
As he spoke, a small flame emerged from his palm, which was exactly the same soul fire as the demon god Ye Jisheng.
The others gasped and were not yet scared.
Ye Lin sneezed, and the fever disappeared, but his nose turned red. The child was wearing very little.
Fu Changhuan's face turned cold and he said, "Next time, don't act like this without my permission."
Ye Lin was inexplicably scared, and the little kid in red said obediently, "I know."
Everyone knows that the Immortal Master Fu Changhuan is the number one righteous person in the Three Realms. He is pure-hearted, incorruptible and upright. When his words fell, everyone was afraid, let alone a child. Just when everyone thought that the little prince of the demon clan must be scared.
Ye Lin reached out and pulled Fu Changhuan's sleeve again, raised his head and said, "Uncle Master, I'm thirsty."
Fu Changhuan said, "What would you like to drink?"
Ye Lin's eyes were wet: "I want to drink milk tea."
This is the tea that has become popular among the demon clan recently. It was made popular by the demon clan's lord Jian Zhen. It is made by boiling tea leaves and milk. It is generally popular among the demon clan, and the other two clans do not really dabble in it.
The other elders sneered after hearing this. The Immortal Venerable was the most disciplined person, so how could he allow such messy things to appear?
However--
Fu Changhuan took off his cloak and put it on the child, then turned around and said to the Taoist boy, "Go prepare some hot ones."
The little Taoist boy said hurriedly: "Yes."
The other elders widened their eyes in surprise.
Fu Changhuan brushed the snow off the child, turned around and said to the others, "If there's nothing else, then go away."
Everyone: “…”
They are somewhat redundant.
In the evening.
When Fu Changhuan was reading and meditating in the temple, the door outside was pushed open. He opened his eyes and saw a small figure coming in, wearing a long coat.
Ye Lin poked his head out and looked over here.
Fu Changhuan frowned slightly and said, "Why don't you go and rest here?"
A god who has passed the Spirit Transformation Stage does not need sleep, but Ye Lin is still young, and he has always had the habit of sleeping with Jian Zhen.
Ye Lin stood in the temple. The child looked a little pitiful. He said, "I can't sleep."
Fu Changhuan said, "If you can't sleep, you need to calm down. Now go back to your bed."
Ye Lin sneezed, and Fu Changhuan noticed that he was not even wearing shoes or socks when he came out. The bedrooms in the demon world have always had carpets, but Lingshan does not, and it is even colder because of the year-round snow.
Fu Changhuan asked, "Where are your shoes and socks?"
Ye Lin said obediently: "I forgot to wear it."
Fu Changhuan was silent for a moment and said, "The road back to your bedroom is long, so you should stay here tonight."
Ye Lin smiled and ran to the soft couch next to Fu Changhuan. When he was in the Demon Palace, his bedroom was next to his father's and his father's, and his father would sleep with him from time to time. Today, he had just arrived in an unfamiliar environment and naturally felt a little uncomfortable. No matter how capable the child was, he was only six years old after all, and he had just left home.
Ye Lin's small body, still with a hint of milk, was drowsy as he leaned against Fu Changhuan.
Fu Changhuan felt somewhat at ease. He had not been so close to anyone in thousands of years. He said, "Go to the bed in the inner room and rest."
Ye Lin was almost asleep. He yawned and whispered, "I will sleep here with my uncle."
Fu Changhuan was about to speak.
Ye Lin opened his wet eyes, which were exactly the same as Jian Zhen's, and said, "Dad said that Master Uncle will definitely like me. If you are scared at night, come to Master Uncle."
Fu Changhuan: “…”
After a moment of silence, the Immortal Lord finally gave up struggling.
The child slept till dawn.
When the little Taoist boy came in, he almost screamed when he saw the child sleeping next to the Immortal Master. Ye Lin was a very alert child and woke up when he heard the noise outside.
Fu Changhuan lowered his eyes and said, "Put on your clothes and wash up."
Ye Lin nodded obediently.
After he left, the little Taoist boy was a little surprised and said, "Immortal Venerable..."
Fu Changhuan knew what he was marveling at, so he waved his hand and said, "He is still a child, and he is not a bad person by nature. He is quite obedient."
The little Taoist boy said, "Yes, the demons sent the little prince here to temper his character. It will be safe for him to follow the Immortal Lord."
Besides, there are very few other people coming to the top of Lingshan Mountain, so it would be nice to have some more fun.
Of course, when this thought came to the little Taoist boy, he had never seen Lingshan so lively before.
Three months later
When Jian Zhen was traveling around the world, he received a secret letter from the immortal clan. As he read it, his hands began to tremble.
Ye Jisheng was sipping tea, enjoying the leisure time when the little bastard was finally not around, when he heard Jian Zhen reading, "In one month, he fought 73 duels with the disciples of the Immortal Clan, an average of 3 duels a day, and he fought one peak after another, and he also destroyed three duel arenas and 15 magic weapons..."
Ye Jisheng said slowly: "Is this the bill?"
Jian Zhen coughed lightly and said, "It was sent by Elder Wen Ji. This old man was so angry that the words were shaking."
Ye Jisheng curled his lips and smiled: "Didn't Fu Changhuan say to send him back?"
Jian Zhen panicked and said, "I'll write a letter to ask. If that doesn't work, let's just bring Xiao Hong back."
So as to avoid causing a second war between the two races.
Lingshan
Fu Changhuan was looking at the letter sent by Jian Zhen, and the little Taoist boy said beside him: "Immortal Venerable, now the masters of several major peaks are complaining, saying that the young prince is too naughty, and they are clamoring to see you."
It's really outrageous.
The Immortal Lord is the one who pays the most attention to rules, and he is really angry now.
But I don't want to.
Fu Changhuan said calmly: "See me?"
The little Taoist boy nodded.
Fu Changhuan sneered and said, "A group of people who have practiced for many years were beaten like this by a six-year-old child, and you have the nerve to come to see me?"
The little Taoist child was startled.
Fu Changhuan waved his hand calmly and said, "Tell them that if they are not convinced, they can train their own disciples to fight back. I will not interfere."
The little Taoist boy hesitated and said, "Then the Immortal Venerable, do you want to go and see the little prince...?"
"He can stay here as long as he wants." Fu Changhuan picked up his pen and wrote back to Jian Zhen: "It's just a martial arts competition. After all, I have practiced for tens of millions of years, so I won't be so fussy."
“Boom!”
A loud noise came from not far away, breaking the hundred-year silence of Lingshan.
A little Taoist boy ran over from outside and said, "Oh no! Hey, hey, the Immortal Lord, the young prince had a duel with someone and blew up the top of the North Peak!"
Fu Changhuan paused as the ink fell on the paper, leaving a circle, and veins on his face, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, began to bulge.
The little Taoist boy asked weakly, "Immortal Venerable... can you, can you go and take a look?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a gust of wind blowing, and the person who was sitting at the table was gone.
The little Taoist boy only heard Fu Changhuan's voice, which rarely contained some emotional ups and downs, and said, "Go and clean up the side hall for me, and leave it for him to reflect on his mistakes!"
Lingshan has not been so lively in tens of millions of years.
Obviously, Beifeng should be anxious because he had just been bombed, but seeing that the Immortal Venerable was rarely anxious and angry and showed his emotions, the little Taoist boy pursed his lips and smiled, lowered his head and quickly said obediently: "Yes."
This is good, he thought.
The sun was shining brightly. The little Taoist boy looked at the red soul fire burning on the northern peak not far away, and suddenly felt that perhaps the endless snow on Lingshan Mountain would melt one day, and finally usher in the bright sun of spring with blooming flowers.
The weather should be good by then.
I may have to go to worship my ancestors tomorrow, and there will be another extra chapter that will be posted either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, hey!
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