Xuan Ling opened his eyes slightly.
The beautiful snowdrops between the eyebrows are shining brightly, which seems to show the owner's mood. He obediently grabbed Yu Chu's sleeve, nodded, and said softly, "Okay."
Yu Chu half-knelt down in front of him, and tapped the child's fair forehead, "It's just that the marrow washing needs to be done every half a month, so bear with the pain."
The child nodded immediately, nodded a few times, and then pursed his lips with a slight smile, "It doesn't hurt, Master."
He smiled, his eyebrows and eyes were beautiful and gentle, although he was still young next year, his appearance could be called a city.
Yu Chu was dazzled by this appearance, coughed, stood up, and rubbed the little devil's head.
Not to mention that His Majesty the Demon God looks unparalleled when he grows up.
Such a little one is so cute that it makes people want to drool.
She sighed and walked out of the room.
In the following days, there were no outsiders to disturb them, and the two masters and apprentices at the peak of Xianmen lived leisurely.
Yu Chu taught the children some basic immortal techniques every day, carefully watching whether the demon god rejected them, and every half a month, he used immortal power to cover the demon god's aura.
Raising a little demon god in the fairy mountain, watching the little guy grow up day by day, not only does not have the darkness of being a demon, but his eyebrows and eyes are beautiful and gentle. This sense of achievement is not shared by his circle of friends, so Yu Chu can only hold back his happiness in his heart.
For practitioners, the passage of time seems to slip by like water without any fluctuations.
The little devil back then also grew up day by day, becoming a beautiful young man with a slight smile.
It's just that after practicing swordsmanship every day, the slender young man put away the scabbard, looked back, still curled his lips, and called obediently and softly: "Master."
"Yeah." Yu Chu nodded at him.
Xuan Ling looked at the fairy in white clothes under the tree, slightly pursed his slender lips, and blinked his eyes.
Seeing that the master was as usual, and was about to walk back to the room after teaching the sword skills, the young man suddenly opened his lips:
"Master..."
"Huh?" Yu Chu looked back, and saw the slender young man in the courtyard, the snow lotus between his brows shone slightly, lining his clear and beautiful eyes, and said softly to her: "Master, I have a few sword skills... I don't feel good. I understand very well."
Yu Chu was stunned for a moment, "You practiced very well just now."
"But there are a few things that I don't understand..." The young man pursed his lips, picked up the scabbard with his slender, white fingers, turned it slightly, and his movements were a little stiff.
Yu Chu thought for a while, then turned around and walked over.
The demon god Xuan Ling was already taller than her. Yu Chu held his wrist, and the young man's bones he touched were slender and beautiful, with fair knuckles.
The person behind him lowered his eyes slightly, turned his face away, and his delicate and white earlobes turned red.
"Look, go up like this." Yu Chu took his hand and demonstrated it slightly. The young man behind him swung his sword obediently with her movements, and she let go, "How do you feel?"
The man lowered his eyes.
His beautiful clear eyes blinked, his black hair was tied into a crown, and the snow lotus between his brows was shining beautifully.
"Master, tell me again." He whispered.
Yu Chu nodded, held his hand to demonstrate again, and explained carefully for a while before asking, "Do you understand this time?"
The young man's beautiful eyes were bent, as if they were shimmering, and he hummed softly.
"Okay, then come in, and wash your marrow as a teacher." Yu Chu thought, it should be a few years, or even shorter, before the power of the demon god can't be concealed.
She glanced at the boy.
He was obediently putting away the scabbard, and followed her into the room with his long legs. Needless to say, Yu Chu had already consciously unbuttoned his coat, lowering his eyes slightly.