The adventurers in the camp looked at the pale cyan scales that had never disappeared on the little mute's face, and remembered the shady scenes that they had not been able to delve into after this series of events. No matter how heartless the guy is, he has to rein in one or two.

Only the immortal warlock's face remained unchanged, and he took out a cowhide water bladder from his sleeve and handed it to the little mute with his backhand: "Go get a bag of water first." ”

The little mute took the cowhide bladder, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but finally said nothing, took the bladder, nodded away.

The debate monk held the pottery bowl, looked thoughtfully at the back of the little mute, and said, "Is it really good to play like this?"

Wei Ye raised his head and took a sip of wild vegetable soup, wiped the water droplets hanging on his chin, and replied: "I understand my own affairs, if he wants to talk about it, he will naturally tell us." If he is willing to bury everything in his heart, it will be up to him, it is a big deal to brush a few more monsters on the road, and the mountain god and water god in this level may not have a few special backgrounds like Mrs. Diyi. ”

Listening to the immortal warlock's words, the monk exhaled a sigh of "sighs", and then asked: "If that Helan Mountain God comes to ask the master to ask for the crime, what will you do?"

Wei Ye put the pottery bowl on the ground, and said with a slight smile: "What else can you do if you drag your family and lead your mouth?" Go back to the gate of the Star Boundary to hide from the limelight first, and when the magic power is stronger, you can come back and kill him with a sword." ”

Such a very good, powerful and shameless answer, listening to the debate monk was greatly admired, and nodded endlessly.

The monk practiced the heresy of Buddhism, but he always followed the path of attainment of the golden body, so the hard skin is not a special thing. And although Wei Ye is a wild road with no hard roots and no formal inheritance, he is a way to be clear and empty.

"Tao Te Ching" has a saying: empty heart, real belly, saint for the belly is not the goal.

If you want to talk about the face, the history is full of greens, a guy who holds the Son of Heaven hostage and oppresses the queen, put it in the hands of the Manchu money rattail braid, he should have entered the "Biography of the Rebel Minister" 10,000 times, and this reputation does not need to be mentioned again. However, for Wei Ye, the value of that false name is not as valuable as the Qingxi Taoist uniform on his body and the three volumes of Taoist books in his pocket.

If, for the sake of a little fame, he does not do what he ought to do, what he thinks is right, what pleases him, and he sways in pain and avoids his heart to the bitterness of escaping, it is better for such a fool to hasten into the eternal silence that destroys everything.

Xiao Gao, who had been in a state of onlookers, watched the immortal warlock and the magic monk stop talking, and finally had the opportunity to interject at this time: "Our Zhong magician is also very sensitive to the breath of the human body, that mute boy, it seems that the aphasia has been cured?"

"Good observation," Wei Ye took the stone chicken from Sima Ling's hand with a smile, and his palm was like a knife, the flame vomited slightly, and first slapped the stone chicken's neck, releasing the chicken blood, and said while using a pottery bowl to catch the chicken blood, "Although I don't know what Mrs. Diyi did to the little mute, but a half-race like the little mute, once there is an atavistic beast phenomenon, then the mental and physical will be greatly impacted." ”

Putting the stone chicken that had been cleaned of blood to the side, Wei Ye picked up another piece of soil on the ground, and the fire in his palm rose, burning and purifying the impurities in the soil, and then continued: "When the phenomenon of Rui beast transformation is ongoing, the blood of the Rui beast will transform the child's limbs and bones. The effect is estimated to be a few points higher than that of ordinary qi refiners who guide the way of vomiting and absorbing the first time to enter the state of perfection, refining the body and not getting sick. As for the impact on the mind, it will only be greater. Under such a strong stimulus, the originally established psychological defense is naturally lost in an instant, and it is not difficult to heal without medicine for aphasia. ”

"All in all, as long as the little mute can't suffer from any 'post-traumatic stress disorder' (a type of mental illness that mostly appears in survivors who have witnessed the death scene around them) and other problems that require a psychiatrist, the rest is still the same old saying, wait and see. ”

Wei Ye spread his hands, and the soil in his palm turned into extremely fine and clean mud powder, which fell on the lotus leaf that Sima Ling had prepared a long time ago.

Watching Sima Ling mix the baked mud powder with water and apply it to the stone chicken, Wei Ye clapped his hands and changed to a more comfortable sitting position.

"Even if the little mute doesn't say it himself, I can guess that this child doesn't know what kind of mountain-like relationship and sea-like grudge are involved. However, it was our family that took him in, and since we took him in, it is natural for parents to protect everyone in the family. Just like a daughter who took in stray cats and dogs, it is the father who takes care of them. ”

Wei Ye, who claimed to be his father, propped his chin and looked at Sima Ling, but only got a grimace from his own small oil bottle. So the fairy warlock had to cough and continued: "But the rest of the matter always depends on whether he is willing to take the first step. ”

Just when Wei Ye sighed like an old man, he found that Sima Ling glanced at him.

As if he hadn't seen this look, the fairy warlock still looked at the sky at forty-five degrees with his head half-tilted.

Just when the immortal warlock was looking at the sky, the little mute no longer knew when he was standing behind Wei Ye with a cowhide water bladder. He folded his hands, his left hand on top and his right hand, and he knelt on the grass in front of him, leaned forward slowly, and touched the back of his left hand with his forehead, making the heaviest salute at this time.

The courtesy is the most humane.

The salute is naturally because of the grace, and during this period of time, the help and protection given by the immortal warlock is the only warmth in the world for an orphan who is on the run. And for a boy who has been with him for a short time, he is willing to shoot the case, and cut the ghosts and gods with a sword without caring about life and death.

Wei Ye's face remained unchanged, and his back was to the little mute, which was regarded as accepting this gift.

This was followed by three more prostrations.

Wei Ye still accepted it calmly, until he saw Sima Ling smearing the stone chicken with mud, and then he got up and faced the little mute, his voice was not loud, but it was extremely solemn: "Accept your three knocks, this is the gift of apprenticeship, but since ancient times, students have apprenticed, but they have not concealed the origin and origin of their roots." I don't have to ask before, I don't have to ask now, I'm going to let you tell me. ”

The little mute looked up at the face of the immortal warlock, and saw that Wei Ye's eyes showed a hint of displeasure, but he still knelt on the ground: "Disciple Lu Yan, go back to the Shanjing True Ancestral Hall to wish the descendants of the official, and I implore the teacher to accept me from the entrance, serve in the morning and dusk, serve the cooking and sprinkling, and only ask the teacher to pass on my skill of slaying demons and punishing evil!"

He lowered his head, but heard Wei Ye sigh slightly: "So sincere? ”