If you can't be a son-in-law, you have to be sanctified

Chapter 232 The boy who wanted to slay the dragon

There was a bit of expectation in Yu Qixiang's words. When she spoke, she couldn't help but think of Lu Jing, Qing Yue, Xu Wugui, and Zhuo Yaoluo.

After a few months of separation, Yu Qixiang walked out of Taixuanjing, was escorted by the great sage of Zhuxing Mountain, and was able to return to Chong'an Sanzhou safely.

No one in Taixuanjing asked Yu Qixiang about going to Beiquehai to kill the dragon.

The dragons in the world hated Yu Qixiang to the core, but even the Dragon Lords of Wufang dared not come to Chong'an Sanzhou to ask Yu Qixiang.

The killing of the Dragon Palace by the daughter of King Chong'an seems to have finally come to an end.

So Yu Qixiang, who had been at home for several months, missed the elder sister White Snake and Grandpa Heifeng on Candle Star Mountain more and more, and also missed the suzerain who kept saying that he would take her as his disciple.

As for Taixuan Jingzhong, there were also people whom Yu Qixiang cared about.

She spent the old year in Lu Jing's small courtyard and entered the new year. In just ten days, the girlish Yu Qixiang had a great time with Xu Wugui and Zhuo Yaoluo.

Coupled with Qingyue's gentle temperament, when Yu Qixiang was displaced, she also took care of her a lot, so that Yu Qixiang could not forget Lu Jing's small courtyard and the people in it.

And Lu Jing is Yu Qixiang's benefactor. Every time she thinks of Lu Jing, she can think of Lu Jing ascending to the sky with a sword, cutting off the dragon's horns and feet, and making the four high-ranking, self-proclaimed dragons belong to the common world. .

If it weren't for Mr. Lu Jing, Yu Qixiang might have already returned to Taixuan Jing.

When Si Wanyu heard Yu Qixiang's words, she remembered the poem Lu Jing gave her again.

"It's been nearly a year since I left, but I don't know if the boy who used to study under the moonlight is safe."

Si Wanyu thought about this in his heart, and after thinking for a while, he said to Yu Qixiang: "In the past, most of the people who were able to enter Lutan and got the chance were young arrogance.

Because of this, all the people going to Hezhong Road now are young people.

It's just... It wouldn't be a good thing for Lu Jing to go to Hezhong Road alone.

Dragons in the world will definitely not miss the opportunity of Lutan, and there will inevitably be other powerful dragons stepping into it in the Wufang Dragon Palace.

He offended the real dragons of the world because of you, and those real dragons who ride the clouds and ride the mist dare not be presumptuous in Taixuanjing, but if Lu Jing goes to Hezhong Dao, the Holy King bluntly said that everyone in the world can compete for the opportunity of Lutan..."

Yu Qixiang understood, his eyes were filled with worry, and he hoped that Lu Jing would live in Taixuanjing and live as long as possible.

"When I get older and accumulate some supernatural powers, I will go to Taixuanjing to visit Mr. Lu Jing and the others."

"Then, it's best to go to Taichonghai again. The blood sacrifice method of the old dragon in Beiquehai was taught by the prince of Taichonghai... The teacher is depressed because of this, so we can't just let it go."

Ever since Yu Qixiang went to Zhuxing Mountain, he always had a bandit air when he spoke.

Si Wanyu's eyes turned cold, and he glanced at Yu Qixiang.

Yu Qixiang didn't dare to look at Si Wanyu, and only looked down at her own toes: "Mother, Qixiang knows that her cultivation is indeed weaker, but... the White Snake sister I mentioned to you once treated me Yes, I promised her when I was on Candle Star Mountain that I would find the reincarnated person for her.

Sister White Snake said that the reincarnated person is in the middle of the river.

Now, He Zhongdao is in a disaster, if he doesn't find the reincarnated person earlier, maybe he will die in the disaster. "

When Yu Qixiang said this, his tone became a little discouraged: "I have been away from home for a long time, and I have seen many disaster-stricken people. They are skinny, lifeless, and can't see any brilliance in their eyes, just like walking dead.

Even such people are considered lucky in the deserted land, because those unfortunate people have already buried their bones by the roadside. "

"Even Sister White Snake said that many of the victims died and couldn't even get a burial. The relatives who fled with them would burn their bodies, lest the people behind would be very hungry and dig them up."

Yu Qixiang touched a braid on his chest, feeling a little dazed.

"If the person Sister White Snake was looking for also died in the middle of the river and was tortured by disaster, then she should be sad."

Looking at Yu Qixiang's worried look, Si Wanyu tied a strand of black silk behind her ear, and comforted her, "I've seen that white snake before. She is the Great Sage of Candle Star Mountain. I will definitely find it when I go to the middle of the river." Let me help her find her trace together."

Yu Qixiang nodded, and said: "Mother, I left in such a hurry that day, I passed out again.

It's fine if Lu Jing doesn't come to Hezhong Road, if you can see him in Hezhong Road, remember to thank me. "

At this time, Yu Qixiang spoke very seriously, and there was gratitude in his eyes.

Si Wanyu nodded.

Even now, she sometimes finds it inconceivable when she thinks about it.

At the time of Yu Qixiang, she went to Taixuanjing in person, and searched for the nobles in Taixuanjing, but it didn't help.

Among these nobles, some only listen to the order of the sage, some are afraid of offending the dragons in the world, and some are unwilling to help Chong'an Sanzhou, and even look forward to the early death of Chong'an King who is exhausted.

The Marquis of Zhongshan, who might be able to help, led many generals to the expedition because of the chaos in the Western Regions.

King Chong'an has not been in Taixuanjing for a long time, and now he is seriously injured, too many people's faces are no longer what they used to be.

In addition... no one can guess the will of the sage king who sits in the high position, so no one dares to accept the princess's request.

But if you plant flowers deliberately, the flowers will not bloom, but if you plant willows unintentionally, they will make shade.

Si Wanyu helped Lu Jing many times, asking Lu Jing to help Yu Qixiang if possible.

But in fact, Si Wanyu never thought that Lu Jing, who was still weak at that time, had no official status, let alone a nobleman, would actually lift his sword out of the city and carve out a way out for Yu Qixiang.

"The world is impermanent, and there are many things that young people who value love and justice do will always make it easier for those in high positions to accept."

"In any case, there is Lao Lujing."

Si Wanyu's eyes were soft, and then he looked in the direction of Chong'an Palace.

"If you can get the Tianmai, it is probably enough to repay the kindness."

-

Midsummer dusk.

There seems to be a faint burnt smell in the field.

The sun in the sky scorched everything on the earth, and the middle of the river turned into a furnace. The furnace ignited a continuous fire, bringing a high temperature that could kill people, and burned all the way to this originally rich place.

It has been more than twenty days since I left Taixuanjing.

Lu Jing rode Zhao Ye, without any hurry, all the way towards the middle of the river, saw a lot of beautiful scenery on the way, tasted all kinds of fine wines, and ate a lot of delicious things.

It's just... the closer you get to the middle of the river, the beauty, wine, and delicacy will drop sharply, and instead there will be devastation.

He began to see the dry earth.

See people fleeing famine.

See the backs of people who seem crushed by disaster.

I also saw many... bones, and saw many man-made disasters hidden under natural disasters.

At this moment, Lu Jing was holding Zhao Ye, standing on a low mountain.

The middle of the river is dominated by plains, and there are not many towering mountains. Looking from a distance, you can see many Yuanxia Rivers, a tributary of the Huangtao River, flowing through the entire middle of the river like branches.

It is precisely because of the continuous river water in the original Xia River and the fertile plain land in the middle of the river that the passing river in the middle of the river has a bumper harvest every year and becomes more and more fertile.

It's just... the original Xia River is now close to dry water, and dozens of branches have even completely dried up, leaving only a desolate scene.

Along the river, people are fleeing the famine intermittently and in groups.

They are going to the Taoist mansions around the river in order to survive.

There are also some villages within a hundred miles of the middle of the river, some people are unwilling to leave the place where they have lived since childhood.

"The river is almost dry, hurry up! Hurry up and sacrifice! The dragon king in the river will protect us."

"Quickly tie her up. The Dragon King will protect our village after being sacrificed by us. Otherwise, if the Dragon King is angered, we will have no way out."

"Blood sacrifice, blood sacrifice! Sacrifice one person, save the whole village!"

……

Lu Jing stood on his body, looking down at a village next to a small tributary of the original Xia River.

In that tributary, there is rarely some water, but it is almost dry, and the water level is extremely shallow.

But vaguely, there was still a shadow entrenched in it, which made Lu Jing narrow his eyes slightly.

"Blood sacrifice?"

It was the villagers who were performing some kind of ritual.

A young girl was tied up and placed on a wooden table by them, and was carried to the river by more than ten yellow and thin people.

The girl seemed to have resigned herself to her fate, she didn't struggle or cry, she just walked across the wooden table, swallowing from time to time.

She was so thirsty that her throat felt like it was being scratched by a knife.

Now that she is about to die, this girl is still thinking...

"Dead...maybe it's easier than living."

"Besides, I'm dead. If the Dragon King is merciful, maybe my father, mother, and brother can..."

The girl on the wooden table thought so in her heart, but she was a little sad when she thought that her relatives at home would never see her again.

For most people in He Zhongdao, death is indeed easier than life.

Lu Jing had already changed into the white clothes on his body. In the middle of the river, it looked too strange to be dressed in white clothes that were not stained with dust.

He was wearing a bamboo hat and ordinary black clothes. The shimmering light from the famous horse Zhaoye had already been extinguished, making him look like an ordinary horse.

The middle of the river is only three hundred miles away, and the drought is so serious.

But the drought in the three hundred miles lasted only half a year.

As early as six years ago, a severe drought in the northern part of the middle of the river displaced tens of millions of people and killed millions in it.

Six years have passed, and the severe drought in the northern part of Hezhong Road has not changed, but the disaster has spread to the southern part of Hezhong Road.

In addition, the tributary of the Huangtao River, that is, the original Xia River flooded throughout the middle of the river, and destroyed most of the crops in the middle of the river... The disaster became even more ferocious.

The rosy clouds in the sky indicate that people are dying in the middle of the river all the time.

"The road in the middle of the river is in chaos, and these evildoers have blatantly come out to cause trouble."

Lu Jing gently stroked Zhaoye beside him, even if Shimmer was not there, Zhaoye was still a very handsome horse with a strong body and shiny hair.

It understood Lu Jing's words and opened its mouth to hiss.

It's just that those people by the river were too noisy, no one heard Zhao Ye screaming.

At this time, Lu Jing's other hand had already landed on the Wind Exhaling Knife at his waist.

Exactly at this time.

Lu Jing was taken aback suddenly, then looked into the distance again.

But I saw a burst of loess flying up in the distance, and a burst of surging energy and blood spread from it.

"I... want to hammer your snake head!"

A roar came, and the voice was still a little immature.

Before the people by the river could react, a figure had already stepped forward and jumped forward.

The body that had been tempered by qi and blood for a long time jumped with all its strength, and the owner of the voice broke through the loess and jumped into the river in front of him.

There was an old man who was on crutches and trembling even when he spoke, his body froze, and the beard on his chin trembled slightly.

"Don't go...don't go! That's the Dragon Palace of the Dragon King..."

Before the old man finished speaking, the man had already jumped up, traversed a distance of more than ten feet, passed the girl on the wooden table, and jumped into the only remaining pool of river water.

The river was about to dry up, and the water level was not high. The man fell into the water, splashing layers of muddy water.

At this moment, everyone could see the appearance of that person clearly.

The person who jumped into the river was actually a young man.

The young man was shirtless, his hair was tied neatly behind his head, and his eyes were full of anger.

Seeing that the boy was furious, he looked down at the waist-high river, and immediately stretched out a hand.

His palms formed into fists, and the energy all over his body made his muscles bulge like mountains and mountains.

"Eight Thresh!"

A large amount of Qi and blood burst out from the boy's body, and the blood suddenly fell into the water.

Boom!

With a bang, the water and soil exploded, and a black wind blew up the water in the pool like a tornado.

And in the center of the tornado, there was a gray python spitting out a letter, and the python as thick as a water tank still had a lot of dirt on it.

Sen Han's murderous intent filled the two vertical pupils.

"have a finger in the pie!"

The boa constrictor spat out letters, the snake's body twisted together with the tornado, and the scales on its body became more and more brilliant.

The tail of the snake twitched!
The thick snake tail smashed on the boy with a huge force of ten thousand catties.

"You fix yours, I fix mine, but how dare you stop my good deeds?"

The snake's qi and blood swelled, and the air in the rippling void made a sound like a human speaking.

But the young man was not surprised at all, as if he was used to such monsters.

However, he saw that his boxing technique called Eight Hammer Stone was going forward indomitably, and the hammer of the Rakhine Stone hit the tail of the snake.

boom!
After a dull sound, the energy and blood around the python suddenly decreased greatly.

But that young man jumped up from the muddy water, and between his fingers, his five fingers were the sharpest sword, piercing into the body of the snake!

"Want to eat people? Grandpa, I will not only stop your good deeds, but also smash your snake head!"

The young man's voice was cold, his five fingers twitched, and he jumped up again, and his two hands landed on the boa constrictor's body, on the wound he made just now.

"To grandpa... die!"

The young man gritted his teeth, and opened his arms like two big bows.

"Pretending to be the Dragon King, blatantly cannibalizing people! Goblin, die for me!"

The young man struck with great strength, and bursts of blood spewed out from the wound of the boa monster, and then the young man forcibly tore open a ten-foot-long gash in the python's body.

He jumped again, jumped a few feet, and landed on the shore. He still held the python's body firmly in his hands. He was afraid that the body of a python weighing a thousand catties would be held in his hands, but it was not lacking in heaviness.
The boy stepped on the snake, his palm turned into a knife again, the blade cut across, and the snake had been separated from its flesh.

But he still didn't intend to let go of the boa constrictor, his arms were filled with blood and blood, and he pulled hard.

This python monster about five or six feet long was torn into two pieces by the young man.

"This……"

The two or three hundred villagers standing by the river, as well as the woman who was about to be sacrificed to the so-called Dragon King, tried their best to look up at the young man in the distance.

The same is true for Lu Jing.

"You...you dare to kill the Dragon King?" The old man who spoke just now tremblingly raised a finger and pointed at the boy.

All of a sudden, despair appeared in the eyes of the two or three hundred villagers by the river.

Under the scorching sun of this midsummer, the young man was naked to the waist, holding a piece of snake body in each of his hands, and said loudly: "It's not a dragon king, it's just a snake demon, trying to fish and eat people in troubled waters! There's no dragon palace here, a snake." How can a little demon build a dragon palace?"

The old man did not put down his raised finger, and said with a red face: "What nonsense are you talking about? Do you know that you have made a big mistake? The demons in this river are all servants of the original Xiahe Dragon King. If the Dragon King knows that I have not waited for blood sacrifices, Even killed..."

"Dragon King?" The boy raised his brows, and his voice became louder: "I came here all alone, just to kill the dragon! Old man, you are afraid of the Dragon King, but you want to make this woman a sacrifice, don't harm others!"

"Wait for me to go north along the river, kill all the monsters in the river, and then enter the original Xiahe Dragon Palace, kill the Dragon King, and drink the dragon's blood."

The young man held his head up to reveal his ambitions, and his immature face was full of solemnity.

Lu Jing let go of the Wind Exhaling Knife at his waist, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This is... a boy who wants to slay a dragon.

It was also at this time that Lu Jing felt a sense of spirituality and looked up at the sky.

The clouds and mists are gradually approaching, and a dragon's head is looming in it!

And among the people by the river, some people also noticed the cloud and mist.

"Dragon... Dragon King?" Someone shouted.

Immediately, two to three hundred people knelt down by the river at the same time, and before the woman on the table could react, someone pushed the woman and the wooden table violently!
The girl who is tied up will fall into the quagmire.

The shirtless young man had sharp eyesight and quick hands, he threw away the corpse of the monster in his hand, took three steps in parallel, leaped into the air, and grabbed the woman.

Lu Jing still looked up at the dragon in the clouds...

"This dragon has the aura of Prince Xuanwei on it."

"From the Taichong Sea?"

Lu Jing thought so in his heart.

The young man moved a few times in the air, and brought the woman to the dry place of the river, and the rope was broken with a random tug.

The woman was a little stunned, but the boy took a deep breath...

When the dragon's head in the cloud slowly lowered, a few dragon whiskers adorned it, and hundreds of fangs made frightening sounds.

The heavy dragon coercion fell on the young man.

All of a sudden, the young man who wanted to slay the dragon just now started to cry from the corners of his eyes...

Tears of blood!
But the boy clenched his teeth and clenched his fists.

"Is this a dragon?"

"It's such a terrifying dragon that ate Ah Ya?"

"Is it such a terrifying dragon that allows the monsters in the river to eat people and devour the people in the village?"

"Dragon, why... so powerful?"

(End of this chapter)