The north wind carries snow beads as big as rice grains, and they hit the thatch on the roof of Yaolu with a loud roar, making a miserable rustling sound.
"Bring this to Madam, and walk faster. Don't let the fairy tea get cold." A maid in a brown jacket walked out of the medicine house. She was about fourteen or fifteen years old and filled a wooden tray with it. He handed the porcelain cup with hot tea to the child standing in front of the door.
The child was short and stout, barely reaching the waist of an adult. His thin body was wrapped in an empty gray cotton robe, like a little mouse that had just survived the winter. He took the tray obediently and responded softly, "Sister Xiaoying, come in quickly, it's windy outside." After that, he held the tray and staggered away on the stone road.
The boiled fairy grass cannot contaminate other spiritual energy, so the medicine house is located in the back hill far away from the mansion. To present it to the owner, you have to go through a long, less traveled road.
"Hey, you said they are also young masters, why are these three young masters so pitiful?" Xiaoying looked at the child's back with pity.
"You're a bastard, your father is dead, how can you still live a good life?" Another maid came out with a medicine jar to wash her lips. She didn't feel that the third young master had any pity. No matter how bullied they are, they are still immortals with spiritual power, unlike them, who are just mortal slaves doing rough work.
Asher Blake walked quickly across the stone road, turned and stepped onto the covered rain corridor, and then suddenly slowed down. He placed the tray firmly on the beauty's back and rubbed his frozen little hands, regardless of whether the snow peas that drifted in would cool the fairy tea.
Not long after he was reborn, he was still not used to this small body. He lowered his head and looked at his thin wrists. The bones were straight and well-proportioned, and they had obviously not been broken. Why couldn't he even hold a tray stably?
All the events of his past life are still vivid in his mind, but the world has changed in the blink of an eye. The big devil in the world of immortality who was frightened by the news has inexplicably returned to the difficult days when he was a child and served as the third young master of the Zhao family.
Waves of hot steam emerged from the porcelain cup, and the smell of cordyceps was inevitable, causing Asher Blake to frown.
Cordyceps cordata is a top-grade grass jelly used to soothe the soul and nourish the mind. The only bad thing is that it smells like urine. When it's growing in the soil, you can only smell it close at hand, but it's different when it's boiled into a decoction. The hot smell is fishy, and it turns into white mist in the cold wind, which makes people's brains hurt.
For a lord of ten thousand households like the Zhao family, cordyceps cordata is considered a relatively luxury item and would not be cooked and drank casually. Probably because the eldest young master died suddenly, Evelina Reed was so worried that her soul was seriously injured, so she asked Yaolu to boil it and drink it.
I rubbed my left wrist with one finger and couldn't feel the protruding bone. I was really not used to it. Asher Blake sneered. Wherever he could see, the Zhao family's cold, iron-gray roofs were staggered and staggered, just like his childhood memories. Why did Young Master Zhao die so early? He obviously killed that man with his own hands when he became an adult. How old is he now...
"Hey, isn't this my third cousin?" The young man's drake voice, which was in the stage of changing his voice, startled Asher Blake out of his reverie.
The second young master, wearing a sapphire blue brocade robe and a mink fur cap, walked over with a gleaming entourage. The sword at his waist was thrown to the outside from time to time because of his twisting posture, revealing the fist-sized Lu Li on the hilt.
Even if the sky is gloomy, the extremely clear deer glass is still dazzling. The price of deer glass today is not as outrageous as it would be a few years ago, but it is basically one tael of gold and one tael of glass. During non-war times, the Zhao family does not allow their children to wear such large pieces of deer glass in the house.
Not only did this man wear it, but he also shook it, as if he was afraid that others would not know that his brother was happy that he was dead.
Asher Blake secretly said "Idiot", lowered his head, wrung his two little hands that were red from the cold, pretending to be at a loss, and called in a low voice: "Second Young Master."
The idiot second young master always likes to admire his humble and cowardly appearance. This behavior can probably send him away. He hasn't figured out the current situation yet, so Asher Blake doesn't want to cause trouble for the time being. However, today's second young master was not satisfied with this. He pulled out his sword with a "swipe" sound and lifted Asher Blake's chin with the tip of the sword.
This was something that the deceased eldest young master often did. Perhaps due to the excitement of becoming the young master of the family, this young man who only knew how to eat and drink on weekdays boldly imitated his elder brother.
The deer glass on the sword's hilt shone brightly, and the abundant spiritual power instantly filled the sword's body, rippled from the tip of the sword, and cut small scratch-like wounds on the young chin. The bright red blood line slid down Asher Blake's neck and into the lapel of his clothes, but he didn't even frown. He still lowered his eyes softly, as if he was not aware of the pain, "This tea must be delivered to Madam as soon as possible, otherwise It's cold."
The fishy smell can be tolerated while it's hot, but if it's cooled down, drinking it into your mouth will be the same as drinking urine. Evelina Reed was unhappy after drinking, and she had to vent her anger on him again.
When the second young master heard this, he became interested. He put away the tip of his sword and winked at the attendant beside him, "What's the big deal about bringing tea? Let my cousin test your homework first."
The attendant's name was Damon Cross, a leader among the young generals of the Zhao family, who was originally the eldest young master's lackey.
After receiving the instructions, Damon Cross grabbed Asher Blake's collar with ease, dragged him directly to a secluded place on the back of the rock, and threw an iron sword without deer glass over him. The sword was too heavy, and Asher Blake, who was holding the sword, took two steps back before he could stand upright. He adjusted his posture awkwardly, and the soles of his feet slipped and almost fell. The little child was holding a long sword that was almost the same height as himself. The scene was quite funny.
Asher Blake touched the empty deer groove on the sword hilt, his eyes darkened. A sword without Lu Li is like a water mill without running water, and can only be driven by the spiritual power of the cultivator. With his current strength, not only against Damon Cross, but also against the ignorant and incompetent Second Young Master.
The second young master, who followed with a smile on his hands, obviously didn't know how to write the words "bullying" and directly handed his sword embedded with deer glass to Damon Cross.
"Buzz---" The vast spiritual power came over, and before the sword was completely unsheathed, Asher Blake had already rolled on the spot holding the iron sword, barely able to escape the fierce sword energy. The rocks shattered on the ground.
No matter how highly qualified Damon Cross was, he was still only thirteen years old and could not use the powerful move that could swallow up mountains and rivers. This left Asher Blake with the possibility of evading. The falling snow peas, which were getting bigger and bigger, hit his face with a crackling sound. As he rolled all over the ground, his shabby cotton clothes became embedded in the gravel and withered grass, causing pain.
"Hahahaha..." The second young master saw Asher Blake squirming like a little gopher and rolling all over the floor. He couldn't help but laugh. He didn't notice at all that little bits of light were escaping from his and Damon Cross's bodies. And out.
After dodging more than a dozen moves in embarrassment, Asher Blake knew exactly where the opponent was going to hit with his next move, but he couldn't crawl anymore. The long sword struck from above his head, and he had no choice but to kneel straight and grit his teeth to fight with the sword.
"Crack!" The iron sword without Lu Li was like a brittle poplar tree, broken into two sections. Seeing that the sword was about to cut off half of Asher Blake's shoulder, the second young master had no intention of stopping, but instead laughed even more happily.
The sword energy cut off the hair on Asher Blake's forehead. At this moment, the small body suddenly dodged like a ghost, and instantly rushed to Damon Cross's side, waving half of the broken sword.
"Bah---" Blood spurted out from Damon Cross's neck, splashing all over the stunned Second Young Master's head and face. Before he could react, Asher Blake had already clenched his palms into claws and held the Second Young Master tightly. Tian Ling Gai.
"Ah, ah, you, who are you?" The soul was torn and dragged by an invisible force, as if it was about to burst out of the Tianling Cap. The second young master wanted to shout, but the tone of his voice changed. Faint breath.
There is no way this man is his bullied cousin. He must be possessed by some evil spirit!
When Asher Blake heard this, he laughed softly, leaned into the ear of the second young master, and whispered: "I am an evil ghost. I was inspired by heaven and came here to let you taste the feeling of being out of your mind. Are you still happy, second young master?"
The guess came true. Young Master Zhao screamed silently. His eyes were so frightened that they were about to pop out of their frames. Saliva dripped from his mouth that could not be closed. He kept his expression of extreme horror and passed out straight away.
The translucent soul body was like squeezed tofu, slowly escaping from the cracks of his fingers. After pinching twice randomly, Asher Blake suddenly let go of his hand, and the soul gradually seeped back into his body like water drops falling on the mud. . Killing the second young master at this time is not a wise choice.
Throwing away the broken sword, a wave of dizziness suddenly struck Asher Blake. He leaned against the stone wall to catch his breath for a moment, staggered back to the rain corridor, grabbed the half-cold cup of cordyceps tea, and drank it all.
The taste is really not very good, but after one cup, the spinning feeling that day disappeared. Asher Blake sighed. His body was thin and weak, and his soul was also extremely weak. He had to leave this ghost place of the Zhao family as soon as possible.
He put the broken sword into the second young master's hand, picked off the shiny piece of deer glass, and clenched his palm into a fist. Luli quickly decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye and turned into powder.
There was no one around, so I lightly lifted my clothes, looked at the empty cup, and the steaming "Chixingcao Tea" came out. Grabbing a handful of snow and wiping the blood off his neck, Asher Blake picked up the wooden tray and walked slowly to the courtyard of the Zhao family's mistress.
"My son, everything is fine but it is gone..." The woman's cry came out from the thick cotton curtain, blending with the howling north wind.
"The Shen family wrote back and said they would send someone to check." Nolan Reed tried to persuade him a little tiredly.
Shen family? Asher Blake's hand holding up the curtain couldn't help but pause. Levi Stone's extremely handsome face appeared in front of his eyes, and he didn't know what that person's expression would be like after hearing the news of his death.
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