"Childe, it's time to get up!" a maidservant girl dressed in a linen robe walked quickly into the stone house, and raised her hand to remove the quilt, revealing an ugly monster. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The monster had a humanoid appearance, covered in black skin like tortoiseshell bones, and its facial features looked like a pile of dead tree trunks, and at a cursory glance, it looked like a scorched wild skinny monkey.

If you take a closer look, you can see that this face is very ugly and exquisite.

The maidservant was not frightened by the monster, and was obviously used to it—this was not a monster, she was an extremely ugly person, and had a world-famous nickname, the ugly man.

The ugly boy had already woken up, and said to the maidservant in shame: "How many years have you been saying, don't lift my quilt." "It's not too ugly.

The maid couldn't help but tear off the underwear from the ugly man's waist, and said, "Got it, got it!"

The only fig leaf was removed, and the ugly boy was already naked, and the gentleman only saw after he confessed that the black armor did not cover his whole body, at least one organ retained its normal shape and skin color.

The maidservant touched the only pure land with her hand, and teased: "Men are born with a virtue, otherwise your whole body is so ugly, why does this thing look weird and handsome?"

Since he was a child, the ugly boy didn't know how many times he had been rubbed with oil by this servant girl, and now he didn't think he was angry, but he just had a calm face, but in fact, outsiders couldn't tell what the specific expression was on that face.

The maidservant took out a piece of soft trousers woven of fine silk and put it on him, and brought a tray with copper jue, towels, copper cups, pottery urns, mouthwashes, and other utensils.

All the utensils have a special mark on them, emitting a faint blue light, which looks extremely magical at first glance, this is the immortal method of the cultivator.

The maidservant took out a few unknown cyan leaves and stuffed them into the ugly boy's mouth, the green leaves were slightly numb when chewed, and after biting them, they spit them into the pottery urn, which was brushing their teeth.

Then the ugly boy turned his face up, and the maidservant covered him with a warm towel and wiped the dirt from his face very carefully. Often at this time, he is a little impatient: "Why are you doing so hard, you can't tell if it's clean anyway!"

The maidservant finished these things very seriously, and then joked again: "If someone marries a son, and sees you like this in the same bed every day, doesn't he have to wake up every night?"

"You little prodigal hoof, if you don't sleep tonight, see if you can wake up every night in three or five days!" the ugly boy teased casually.

The maidservant said, "If the third lady knows, she must not chop me up and feed it to the dogs...... and stop halfway through speaking.

The maid's name is Qingzhu, in all fairness, she is very attentive to serving the ugly son, and her temperament is also good, and her appearance is medium to high, but she is her own person.

It's a pity that the third lady sent it, and on this point, the ugly son can't have a heart to heart with her.

The ugly boy snorted, sat down at the table, pricked a golden needle with a faint blue glow into the fresh venison, and began to feast.

The venison has a fluffy texture and is very tasty.

He had been here for fourteen years, and it was an inhuman torment for an adult soul to grow up in a baby's body. What's more, this baby was born extremely ugly, and the first time he cried in his life was because he saw his appearance in the bronze mirror. After a long time, he adapted to this inexplicable world, and had a summary of his past and present lives:

This crossing is actually a gamble, if you have a good character, you will have a good baby, and if you have a bad character, you will live a hard life.

But he is simply reincarnated by dogs - no matter how bad his character is, it can't be so miserable!

In this world of true qi and immortal cultivation, his meridians were sealed, and when his half-brother had already penetrated the Seven Grades, he was still unable to sense heaven and earth, and he was naturally despised everywhere. Since childhood, my father didn't hurt, and the only beloved mother also died young, and since then I have fallen into the clutches of my stepmother.

But until now, he is still full of confidence, and this confidence comes from his name, Datang!

In later generations, he has another title - soup!

Shang Tang extinguishes the soup of summer!

In the first few years of his life, the name gave him a sense of superiority that fully offset the inferiority caused by the world's famous ugliness, and his mentality seemed to have risen to the clouds, looking down on the world. It wasn't until the assassin sent by his stepmother almost killed him that he knew that no matter how strong his aura was, he would die, so he picked up his tail and waited quietly for the day when the salted fish turned over.

"Childe, you must be careful when you go to the academy to see your teacher, I just heard someone say that he is not in a very good mood!" said Qingzhu Zhengse.

You see, this has completely exposed the miserable situation of Datang now, a master and servant who is slightly higher than a slave needs him to deal with it so carefully.

Datang heard the real concern in Qingzhu's words, but he didn't buy the kindness, and responded lightly and continued to deal with the fresh venison on the table—if nothing else, the first assassin he faced was Qingzhu.

After that assassination, the angry Datang originally intended to kill Qingzhu, but under the strong hand of the third lady, she not only saved her life, but also still served his daily life.

Since that day, all the daily utensils of Datang have been handled by a top cultivator, those utensils can detect poisons in advance, and he will personally use a golden needle to check every food he eats, and only start eating after confirming that it is okay.

You see, this is the real life of dog traversal. However, the reality is that his arms can't carry his thighs, so he begins to accept his enemies to some extent.

His attitude towards Qingzhu is his current attitude towards the world - cynicism on less important things, and cautious about what is really fatal.

Qingzhu looked at Datang's indifferent expression, and wanted to explain his kindness, but finally closed his mouth.

Datang ate a large piece of venison without any left, stood up and straightened his arm, Qingzhu took a high-quality white background purple cloud pattern silk brocade robe and put it on him, and carefully sorted it out, and only after confirming that there was no mistake did he signal that he could go out.

Datang grabbed Qingzhu's chest with his backhand, and then ran out quickly, and his laughter came from outside the door: "It's more climate than a few days ago!"

Qingzhu blushed.

In this era that has just broken away from the primitive society, only a very small number of wealthy and noble families have the opportunity to learn human civilization, and the status of ordinary teachers is not high, as can be seen from the name of "teacher and servant".

However, this master and servant of the Tang Dynasty is extraordinary, it is said that he is a monk of the Heavenly and Human Realm, and he belongs to one of the top groups of people in the cultivation realm. But to what extent the Tang Dynasty is at the top, he doesn't know, he only knows that the surname of this master and servant is "Ji".

This is a remarkable surname, the ancestor is the Yellow Emperor in ancient times, which is really extraordinary.

What made Datang most vigilant was that his master was invited back from outside by the third lady, and in addition to her own words, even the words of Shang Bo (the princes and kings are generally called uncles) did not work very well.

Jishi has two students, Datang and Qu Gongzi, Qu Gongzi is the biological son of the third lady, and the treatment with Datang can be described as heaven and earth. At the age of twelve this year, he is already a monk of the seventh rank of Dongxuan, and he has led troops to conquer other princes and tribes three times, and the credit naturally falls on his head. In everyone's eyes, Qu Gongzi is the future heir of the Shang Kingdom, so the treatment of Datang and Qu Gongzi is even more different.

The class of the two students was in their teacher's house, and there were two stone carved Pixiu beasts at the door, and a figure in bright yellow clothes flashed in before the Tang Dynasty.

Jishi's house is made of pure marble, which is the highest specification building in Bocheng except for the dormitory of the third lady, and it is more magnificent than the dormitory of the merchant uncle.

The house is very spacious, the walls and the roof are inlaid with one or twenty huge night pearls, all kinds of jade, malachite, bronze ornaments, tens of thousands of tortoise shells, bamboo slips are arranged very neatly.

Every time he walks here, Datang will have an idea: smash all those valuable things, burn all the bamboo slips and tortoise shells, all the male servants are dead, and all the female servants are forked and circled......

Jishi is a lean old man, about sixty years old, his beard is white, just looking at the back, he really has a bit of fairy wind and bones, but with that hypocritical smile, it looks particularly obscene. He sat on a large chair in the main hall, the chair was sat by green jade, and it was cushioned with rare white python skin, which was extremely generous.

Standing next to his master was Qu Gongzi, with bronze skin, strong muscles, bright eyes, and bright yellow clothes that were particularly eye-catching. When he saw Datang coming in, he said, "Big brother, you're half an hour late today!"

Datang looked at his younger brother who was panting slightly with disgust, and said, "Presumably, my brother has already come here to practice Spring Fist once, and his breath has not calmed down yet!"

Qu Gongzi, who had just come in and stood firm, had no shame on his face, and said sharply: "No, quickly reach out and give me two boards." ”

The rules for being late to the board were formulated by Qu Gongzi begging his teacher, and in fact, they were only valid for Datang. He was beaten once, when Qu Gongzi was already on the fourth floor of the cave, and the destructive power of the stick blessed by the qi machine was so strong, he beat Datang on the bed for half a month.

This is going to talk about Datang's black armor skin, although it is ugly, it makes him more able to be beaten than others, and if the stick hits ordinary people, it will not be a life.

As for Qu Gongzi's full malice towards Datang since he was a child, it is probably because he has been scared and cried too many times by Datang since he was a child. Datang didn't bother to entangle with him, and saluted his teacher.

What kind of realm a person is a teacher, where would he care about their little means, and he stopped saying "um" at will.

The three of them fell silent for a moment, each of them did not speak, and the eyes of Qu Gongzi looking at Datang had no kindness.

After a while, Datang showed a look of "sudden realization" and said, "Then the student went to the Academy of Literature to copy books!"

His master said "En" again to indicate that he knew, Datang turned around and walked out of the house, and heard him say to Qu Gongzi: "What kind of person are you, where is there time to waste on him......"

My teacher has been teaching in Bocheng for more than seven years, and in these seven years, Datang has not heard a single class. At the end of each year, during the routine school examination, he would be severely humiliated by Gongzi Qu, but fortunately, the usually strict merchant never got angry with Datang because of this matter.

The Academy of Literature stores all kinds of classics collected by the Shang Kingdom, and the books are carved on tortoise shells, bamboo slips, animal bones and even stones by knives, and tens of thousands of words can be engraved on books weighing more than 100 catties.

But this does not mean that you can finish reading these 10,000 words quickly, because these classics are all processed by the methods of the immortal family, and the traces of the carving knife have a strong flow of qi, and ordinary people feel dizzy at a glance.

At first, Datang's eyes would sting when he only read a few words, but he was not convinced, he could read the millions of words of the "Descendants of All Saints" divine book of Lao Tzu, and he could still be defeated by these ghost paintings?

Perhaps this perseverance really worked, and he insisted on reading it every day. After seven or eight years, I can now read three catties of bamboo slips a day, which is about more than a thousand words, and the monks in the early Yuan Infant period only read at this speed.

The process of reading a book is extremely painful, and every word read is like carving a knife into the brain, and the sharp knife tip hurts the brain.

But after the break, the thinking is clearer and the brain volume seems to be larger.

At this time, Datang didn't know that the benefits he gained from reading were far beyond imagination, and these seven or eight years of reading experience laid a solid foundation for his later life.