Fantasy: I Traveled Through Time And Became The Butler Of A Domineering Genius

"Master, Holy Lord, don't look at me like that. I didn't go in on my own initiative, I was forced to go in!"

Zhang Jingyu smiled bitterly.

The way everyone looked at me was one of surprise.

It seemed like he went in on purpose.

Master Ziyun came to his senses and shook his head.

"According to what you said, the current Yang Yao is in Zhongzhou?"

"yes!"

"Yang Zhenxing's daughter is interesting!"

Master Ziyun said lightly.

He had met the owner of the Demon Palace several times, but he didn't expect that the other party's daughter would be so naughty.

Fortunately, she was entering a relatively neutral place in Zhongzhou, but if she met people from the Immortal Realm, conflicts would inevitably break out.

Just like Zhang Jingyu entered the Demon Realm, although Zhongzhou is not as strict as the Immortal Realm, it is not easy for people in the Demon Realm.

But these things have nothing to do with them.

It’s already good that Zhang Jingyu returned safely.

At least there was no conflict over this.

"By the way, where is the Holy Son? Why didn't I see him?"

Zhang Jingyu looked around curiously.

If you catch this bastard yourself, you need to give him a hard education.

I had never been personally involved in any danger when chasing girls in my previous life.

Immediately, Master Ziyun's face fell down, and he became melancholy and silent.

Ever since Lu Wusheng came back, he had been staying in the first peak without seeing anyone. It was lifeless, and there was no trace of Luotian Holy Land's senior brother and the Holy Son. In order to keep the secret, Ziyun went to great lengths.

But there is no airtight wall in the world, and now the disciples of the sect have noticed it.

After all, the first peak was blocked by Ziyun.

Besides, with so many elders knowing about it, this news may soon be lost.

The annual competition in the Eastern Immortal Realm that takes place every millennium is about to arrive. At the beginning, Ziyun thought that with Lu Wusheng here, Luotian Holy Land would definitely win the first place!

Now, let alone the first place, it is still unknown whether Lu Wusheng can recover.

Not only was his spiritual power exhausted, his spiritual roots were also withered.

Ziyun's recent search for ancient books has not found any useful information.

His face was sad.

It’s hard for me to cultivate a disciple who has grown up.

After Zhang Jingyu listened, she said nothing.

This is a stage that Lu Wusheng must go through. From being a proud man to suddenly falling into such a situation, the psychological gap is unbearable. However, this is just the beginning, because the really difficult thing is to wait for this matter to ferment.

At that time, Lu Wusheng, who has experienced the warmth and coldness of human relationships, will know better what despair is.

"Alas! Holy Lord, let me go see him!"

Zhang Jingyu sighed.

"Okay! You can talk to him properly. He hasn't seen me during this time! Tell him that I, Ziyun, accepted him as my disciple not just because of his talent. No matter what he is, I will still be his." Master!" Ziyun's voice was full of deepness.

This was a huge blow to him!

After all, Zhang Jingyu's strength is not weaker than Lu Wusheng, but after all, Zhang Jingyu relies on herself, not Ziyun.

Lu Wusheng was the one who pooped and pooped.

The feelings are different!

"rest assured!"

Nothing can comfort Ziyun now, but to be honest, it is really not certain whether Lu Wusheng can recover without being possessed by a demon, and Zhang Jingyu is not sure either.

The butterfly effect has appeared, and my changes to the world have affected the original process.

The things in Zhang Jingyu's mind are almost useless now. He just looked at the previous point and came in before he could look at the second part!

But logically speaking, Lu Wusheng can be regarded as the son of destiny, and his cultivation level has been completely exhausted.

No big deal.

Maybe one day a sip of cold water will be the spiritual spring from the unknown, and I will recover all of a sudden.

Arriving at the first peak, Zhang Jingyu saw some disciples nearby.

Most of them are from the inner sect, guarding around the mountain peak, constantly looking up and looking in.

After seeing Zhang Jingyu, they quickly gathered around.

"Steward Zhang, I heard..."

One of them just spoke, but before he could finish speaking, he suddenly met Zhang Jingyu's sharp gaze.

"What did you hear!"

Zhang Jingyu looked around, and a faint sword energy emanated from him.

"Anyone who wants to know anything can come to me. If you leave some trash at the door of my first peak again, don't blame me for not giving you face! Get out!"

With one word, the front energy spread within a hundred miles of the surrounding peaks. Countless disciples' expressions changed suddenly under this pressure. That pressure was clearly from the realm of immortals!

The middle stage of immortality! ! !

Zhang Jingyu, he...

Almost no one dared to speak, and they turned around and left as if running away!

"snort!"

Zhang Jingyu snorted coldly.

Even if Lu Wusheng's cultivation is completely gone, he is not something that a group of ordinary people can covet.

And he doesn't intend to hide his strength anymore.

In the past, I always used Lu Wusheng's name to pull off the tiger's skin. Now that Lu Wusheng is in trouble, he should stand up.

Even the top brass of Luotian Holy Land know about matters concerning their own realm.

There's nothing to hide here either.

After hiding for twenty years, today is the time to reveal myself to everyone.

Lu Wusheng had a problem, but he still had himself behind him.

Take one step forward and enter the first peak.

Lu Wusheng stood at the entrance of the palace and looked at Zhang Jingyu.

He just heard the other party's voice.

At this moment, Lu Wusheng couldn't look like the high-spirited young immortal he was back then. He was extremely decadent, with no energy at all, and an unkempt beard!

"Jingyu, you're back!"

Lu Wusheng's eyes were red, and he knelt on the ground, crying: "I'm sorry for you, it's all because of me that you entered the Demon Realm!"

"Zhang Jingyu meets the Holy Son!"

Hearing this voice, Lu Wusheng raised his head slightly. It seemed that he had not heard this voice for a long time.

Zhang Jingyu bowed to the end, then stood up, came to Lu Wusheng's side, and helped him up, with a smile on his face.

"I'm your butler, and that's how it should be! Why do you need to apologize?"

Suddenly, Lu Wusheng's heart was filled with bitterness.

How could he not know the things in the outside world? When he was the Holy Son, his brothers and sisters respected each other, but now those people are waiting to see his joke.

However, Zhang Jingyu is still like this, no change from before.

Lu Wusheng's inner defense broke through and he burst into tears.

"Jingyu, I'm sorry for the master, I'm sorry for the sect! I failed..."

Zhang Jingyu patted Lu Wusheng's back gently.

This little accelerator is crying.

Beyond the first peak.

Ziyun looked at this scene with great relief.

"Ziyun! A pure heart is rare. Our Holy Land must not let Jingyu down!"

Enlightenment said with a sigh.

It is said that those who gain the right will get many help, while those who lose the right will get little help.

The peak produces hypocritical supporters, and the dusk witnesses true believers.

It’s easy to add icing on the cake, but difficult to provide help when it’s time!

"Don't worry, Uncle Master, Jingyu will be just like my disciple from now on! He is the role model for our generation of Taoist cultivators! Don't be happy with things and don't be sad with yourself!"

Ziyun nodded affirmatively.

He didn't know why, but his eyes were red when he saw this scene.

Moved?

I haven't felt this way for many years!