Facing Zhong Yao's puzzled gaze, Elder Zhong sighed deeply: "Actually, the ancestors did not leave any records. Usually, they were just to coax you younger generations."

Zhong Yao was stunned. The ancestors of all generations did not leave any words?

Elder Zhong was hunched over: "There are words. The words left by the lords of all generations are there, most of them are account lists. The rest are not homework when practicing writing, or various ghosts and peach talismans, and villains fighting. Think about your father, besides being able to write his own name and drawing circles, what else have you written?"

Zhongyao's eyes widened even wider. That's true. His cheap dad is illiterate!

His eyes narrowed again, which means that the ancestors of the Zhong family were actually illiterate?

This is a bad style!

In the world of immortal cultivation, everyone should not have the jade slips in hand. They are born to be able to read and write, and they are so good at speaking. Are there any awesome poems and even poem titles? Why did it happen to him that there is such an illiterate person who destroys the style of painting?

Thinking about myself, Zhongyao felt relieved again. Isn’t it even more destructive to myself who practiced by relying on earth?

Elder Zhong avoided Zhong Yao's sight, and was unable to avoid it, and raised his chest and raised his head.

"The Zhong family's hands are used to hold swords, not pens!"

The old master spoke with integrity, and then turned his head away.

"It's enough to know how to memorize the rules and settle the accounts. It's useless to learn so much. No one is going to be a teacher, a doctor in the wild, and no one is going to be an official. Just the lord of the castle, you are so talented that you not only practice quickly, but also have free time to read and recognize words. Speaking of which, there are not always people like Mr. Gao."

The old master was mumbling, but he still knew that being illiterate was not a good thing.

The Zhong Yao mentioned by Elder Zhong also understood that practice is the first. The mantras and techniques required for practice are passed down by the Zhong family from generation to generation, and there is no need for any martial arts books, so why spend time reading and recognizing words?

In Zhongjiabao, in addition to Zhong Zhiqiang and Zhong Zhizhong and others, there are also Zhong Shancun who knows how to keep accounts and understand the writing, other people are really ignorant of big words.

"The matter of the fungus demon can only become a secret."

Elder Zhong decided not to think about it, otherwise his brain would explode. Of course, the underground cave must be closed, and the fewer people know, the better.

When Elder Zhong and Zhong Shancun left, Zhong Yao returned to the already packed tent and rubbed the grass ring on his wrist.

Is it a secret? That may not be.

When Zi Luo finds the memory of the Vine Demon, the truth will be revealed.

After rubbing for a long time, no response was found. Zhongyao pushed the true energy of the nine earths and penetrated into the grass ring.

The grass ring gradually fades until it turns yellow, and looks woven from ordinary hay.

A purple light flashed, and a scream of wow.

The delicate little girl jumped out, and her long silk-smoothed lilac hair turned into an explosive head again.

She tore the hemp clothes given by Zhong Yao into pieces and put them together with branches, which looked like a fishing net suit.

"Who? Isn't it good to live?"

The girl was swaying and saw that it was Zhongyao and froze on the spot: "It's the master."

She yawned and asked sleepyly: "What are the instructions of the master?"

Has this purple roe really been conquered by himself?

Zhongyao pinched his chin and thought, maybe he had just picked it up from the card pool and didn't have enough favorability?

Seeing Zi Luo's double-hearted fungus hanging on her chest, Zhong Yao asked: "You must have remembered something, right?"

Zi Luo rubbed her forehead and moaned: "It makes me feel a headache when I think about it. Why do I have to ask for trouble?"

She also complained: "I just want to sleep now. Do you want to know what I can't wait until I have enough sleep? I'm still a baby who has just been born!"

Wait until you have enough sleep? Have you slept for another two or three hundred years?

Zhong Yao looked at her and said, "It doesn't matter if I didn't remember it. I will tell you. You were eroded by the nightmare energy and were completely helpless. It was me who purified your spiritual seeds and nurtured you with your previous true body."

"But my situation is not good. Our Zhongjia Castle... is the family you are facing the threat of demon nightmare."

"My father just died, and I was ordered to take over as the lord of the castle in the face of danger, trying to block the nightmare and protect the people here."

His attitude was extremely sincere: "I don't care about my previous grievances, nor do I pursue anything. I just want to know anything about Demon Nightmare, Guanshan and the ancestors of the Zhong family. The more I know, the more I will be able to find a solution."

"If you can remember something, even if it's just a little bit, it's all helping me and everyone, I'll be grateful to you."

"If you can still fight, you're better, but you're not very strong at first, so I won't expect you in this regard."

Zi Luo's red eyes gradually lit up again, and she was surprised: "Why did you explain so much to me? You are my master. Isn't it enough to give me any orders?"

Who said before that the owner is used to provide nutrients?

Zhong Yao curled his lips: "Is it useful to give orders?"

Zi Luo was extremely calm, as if what she said had nothing to do with her: "If the order is useless, force it."

She suddenly said, and cast a strange look: "You can't... have a special hobby for little girls, so you can't bear it?"

Don’t use this old driver’s expression to condemn others’ perverts!

Zhong Yao said angrily: "I won't threaten you, nor do I have any special habits. I just treat you as a human being."

Zi Luo opened her small cherry lips and looked very contemptuous: "That's more to do with what I look like. If I weren't like this, but a very terrifying monster, you wouldn't have treated me as a human being."

I was so sharp-tongued when I was just born, but I really didn’t dare to think about what kind of virtue I had before.

Zhong Yao replied patiently: "Yes, there will be differences. I am a human being after all, and my aesthetic... uh, likes and dislikes limit my likes and dislikes."

"But likes and dislikes are just emotions and will not dominate my judgment on everything. As long as I can communicate and understand, there are no different contradictions between Dai Tian, ​​I will treat them equally."

Zi Luo's eyes flashed with light and darkness: "I can't remember other things, but I remember... it is impossible for humans and demons to be equal. You are so strange."

Zhong Yao sighed deeply: "Don't you understand yet? Not only are these words strange, but I am not strange?"

"You can purify your spiritual seeds and plant them in the corpse of your predecessor to give you a new life. You should not meet a second person like this."

"I don't know how many things you remember, but I just know that you are still a little unwilling to accept reality. Maybe you haven't figured out who you are yet, or maybe what happened in the past made you distrust me. It doesn't matter, I won't force you, you can think about it slowly."

Zi Luo looked at him, her pupils were completely dim, as if she had lost her soul.

She said mechanically: "Yes, you are so strange."

After saying that, she ran to the corner of the tent, curled up in a ball with her legs in her arms, and became stunned.

Zhongyao is really not in a hurry. The biggest gain of eating soil in the past seven years is that he is patient. Just a turn of Ji soil can be eaten in spring, summer, autumn and winter, rain, snow, frost and flames, and it took him four years to complete the construction.

The progress is pretty good now, but the sacrificial soil has not been eaten yet. Before leaving the cave, he secretly dug a piece of mud statue of the Land Lord to eat, but it was not the sacrificial soil.

It was almost dawn, and Zhongyao fell asleep again.

In the corner, Zi Luo raised her head and looked at Zhongyao who was sleeping soundly.

"You are so strange."

Zi Luo whispered: "It's him, not him, who are you?"

"Is it because you took away his power and pretended to be him?"

"By the way, there is a way to test it."

Strands of hair penetrate the wooden boards, penetrate deep into the ground, and turn into branches.

The branches squeeze out the floor and stretch to the top of Zhongyao, blooming purple flowers.

The purple flowers scattered countless thin threads, and the thin threads gathered into long hair that was as straight as a waterfall. The purple radish in the corner gradually dissipated and gradually appeared on the branches.

The purple rosé just hangs on the branches, facing Zhongyao, and is so close that it blends in with its breath.

Her red eyes became brighter again, and her face became ferocious.

"Kill you!"

"I can't kill him, and he is not the one who can be killed by me!"

The hair was kneaded into a snake, stretched quietly, and pressed against Zhongyao's neck very softly.

Zi Luo did not launch an attack immediately. She pushed the Qi Hai ready to go, ready to take a thunderous attack.

At this moment, a faint yellow light overflowed from Zhongyao's body, and went up along the snake in his hair, and penetrated into Zi Luo's body.

The yellow air poured into the purple radius sea, causing her body to tremble and her breathing was turbid.

She found that the situation was wrong, but the yellow energy connected her and Zhong Yao into one, pushing a stream of strange forces that made her unable to extricate herself.

So she watched the faint green air turn out from her sea of ​​energy and seep into Zhongyao's body along the snake with hair.

The green and yellow qi alternated, and there was a very regular slight oscillation.

A large amount of blush was dyed on Zi Luo's face, and she spitted her pink tongue and panted.

She murmured dizzyly: "Innate...innate spiritual energy..."

As soon as she relaxed, she fell from the branches and threw herself on Zhongyao.

The grass ring on Zhongyao's wrist stretched out like a serpent, wrapping her whole body, and tied her hands and feet together.

"impossible!"

Zi Luo shouted in dismay: "This is my spiritual silk!"

Zhong Yao opened his eyes and looked at her.

The roots and soil in the pottery bowl were rotating faster, swelling so much that the sea of ​​energy was filled with air. A pretty loli hit her chest, so she couldn't sleep.

The two looked at each other for a while, and the little girl blinked and showed a fake smile.

She said timidly: "If I say...I mistakenly recognize you as my father who has been separated for many years, so I can't help but throw myself on you, do you believe it?"

"I believe you!"

Zhongyao scolded: "You really treat me as a nutrition provider!"

Although I was angry on my face, I was excited in my heart. It was related to Zi Luo in this way.

He clearly sensed the cycle between the root soil and the purple rosy, and it seemed that he was the personal spiritual foundation to her.

However, he had the initiative, and with the action of his divine thoughts, he cut off the connection between the root soil and the purple rosy.

"Let me suck!"
Chapter completed!