Becoming a God Starting from a Water Monkey

Chapter 686 I am so fucking jealous

February 4th, Gengxin Day.

The clouds were purple, and a faint golden light was emitting.

The snow on the roof tiles was cracked horizontally, and the slight sound of rubbing and sliding could be heard far away in the quiet morning.

The light shone through the paper, and the river otter in the hall grabbed his companion's hair, kicked him a few times, turned over and continued to sleep.

Unlike the grand court meeting that started before dawn, the sacrifice to heaven and earth naturally had to wait until the bright day when the sun was abundant.

In the inner room.

Awei was resting on the jade bamboo tube, and the little mirage dragon was hovering in front of the bronze mirror, dancing enchantingly.

Sometimes it was a majestic coiled dragon, and sometimes it was a flying dragon with dancing claws.

I don't know if it's the opposite of extremes.

Since the mirage insect turned into a little mirage dragon, it loves to be beautiful, and it has to look at the mirror when there is a mirror.

Liang Qu didn't care much at first. He got up, dressed, and washed. When he passed by the bronze mirror, he suddenly stopped looking.

Wait a minute.

Today's little mirage dragon is different...

He looked at it for a long time.

"Where did the dragon horns come from?"

The little mirage dragon "struck his head and posed" in various ways, and devoted himself to self-admiration. He didn't notice Liang Qu coming out of his head and grabbing him with his big hands.

A pair of white jade dragon horns on his head shone brightly and were extremely powerful.

They were clearly not there when he saw it yesterday.

Liang Qu was curious and reached out to pinch the dragon horns, exerting a little force.

Puff!

The dragon horns exploded into a faint white smoke, flowing through his fingers.

The little mirage dragon cried out, raised his claws to touch his bald head, and collapsed limply, as if his dream of turning into a dragon had been punctured.

Liang Qu was happy.

He shook it.

"Let's go, Third Prince!"

Third Prince.

The new name of the mirage insect.

Since it has turned into a little mirage dragon, it is obviously inappropriate to call it a fat worm.

Liang Qu originally wanted to call it "the third prince", the third prince of the East Sea Jade Dragon, but then he changed his mind and thought that if he said something bald one day when he went out, it would be bad if people made a fuss, so he changed it to the third prince.

The little mirage dragon flew out of his palm, opened his mouth and spit out mist, and reappeared the dragon horns, then circled the edge of the jade belt around his waist and hid it under his clothes.

If you don't return to your hometown, you will be like walking at night in brocade clothes.

Today I took it out specially.

The little fisherman found a little dragon monster of the mirage clan to accompany him. It was a child holding gold in a busy city. Although no one knew the ability of the little mirage dragon, its appearance alone was enough to attract people to possess it.

Liang Qu heard a few days ago that there were children of noble families fighting in public for a good-looking civet cat monster on Yanxie Street.

But the youngest tiger hunter in the Dashun Dynasty has it, which is a symbol of status and extraordinary luck!

"Awei, the family depends on you!"

Awei on the bamboo tube turned a circle and opened and closed his mouth.

...

On the first day of the new year, Shang Xin said that it was auspicious.

The sky was bright in the southern suburbs of the imperial capital.

The snow on the road was cleaned up by the officials, revealing the yellow-brown ridges of the fields.

In the square in front of the farm, all officials gathered.

Liang Qu followed the guidance of the eunuchs and came to the square to stand with Meng Qiang and others.

It was not time yet, the atmosphere was relaxed, and everyone chatted about their own things.

Liang Qu looked at Wang Chao: "How is the hand?"

"Not bad, but it itches, it itches so much, and sometimes it hurts." Wang Chao shook his shoulders. The white gauze could not show the posture of his forearm, but it was obviously bigger than before. "Every day it feels like there are ants drilling into my bones. It's okay during the day, but when I sleep at night, it feels so bad. I really want to break my bones and cut off some flesh with a knife. But the great martial artist has good energy. I haven't slept for three days."

Meng Qiang pondered: "According to your appearance, it will probably take another half a month for it to grow completely."

"No way, I can only bear it." Wang Chao said carelessly, "Itching for half a month, in exchange for a promotion, three great merits, a physical breakthrough, how many people would love it, wait a minute, Liang Hengwei, your belt..."

Everyone's eyes moved down.

Seeing the half-hidden and half-visible, lifelike white dragon wrapped around Liang Qu's waist, everyone was brightened.

There are real dragons in the world, which naturally cannot be used as a symbol of the emperor, but they are still a symbol of extraordinary power, just like tigers and rhinos. Many senior generals have engravings on their armor and even belts.

Liang Qu lifted his clothes, supported his waist with both hands, and showed the "belt" completely to the public, which aroused even more amazement.

What a beautiful decoration!

All the familiar Tianyu Guards stopped talking and gathered around to watch.

"Hiss, this dragon head, this dragon scale, this dragon claw..." Meng Qiang's heart was moved, "Where did Liang Hengwei buy it? Which heavenly craftsman, please recommend it, it's so realistic, it must have cost a lot of money?"

"Just this craftsmanship, it can't be obtained without thousands of dollars!" Wang Chao asserted.

"Why does it look like a living thing?"

Li Bingzhong stretched out his hand and poked it, and the little mirage dragon lying on the edge of the jade belt suddenly opened its eyes and scratched him fiercely.

This scene scared everyone.

"Damn, it's really alive!"

Li Bingzhong raised his hand, and a faint white mark emerged.

The little mirage dragon simply stopped disguising itself, stretched out its claws, hooked onto Liang Qu's clothes and climbed up to his shoulder, raised its head 45 degrees to the sky, and held a proud little white dragon.

Everyone's eyes followed it, deeply shocked.

This is fucking.

Too handsome!

Liang Qu revealed the answer: "You can't buy it, you can't find it in the Tianbo Chamber of Commerce, and no Tiangong craftsman can make it, unless you have the Midas touch and turn death into life."

"Liang Hengwei, your little beast is..."

Everyone is a son of aristocratic family, and their knowledge is not comparable to that of ordinary people. Naturally, they know that the dragon in front of them cannot be a real dragon, at most a fake dragon with real dragon blood.

Maybe it doesn't even have dragon blood, it just looks like a dragon.

"Jianghuai Mirage Clan." Liang Qu pushed the blame onto the "old monster" as usual. "I have a white ape friend in the Jianghuai Lake. He gave me a fat white bug and asked me to take good care of it. I kept it for half a year. The bug ate and slept, slept and ate, and unknowingly formed a cocoon. It broke out of the cocoon two days ago and became like this."

After listening.

Jealous!

Very jealous!

"Mirage dragons have horns?" Hua Qingdu asked.

"It put them on by itself."

In public, Liang Qu did not crush the fake dragon horns, leaving some face for the third prince.

Hua Qingdu showed his eagle eyes and observed carefully. Sure enough, he saw something wrong at the root of the dragon horns.

The little mirage dragon was a little dissatisfied and raised his claws to cover his head.

"Can you speak? Can the monster speak? My wolf monster can."

"Not yet, I don't have time to learn."

"Liang Hengwei, teaching monsters to speak is not easy. In this way, I will suffer a little loss. You lend me a few days, and I will let my wolf monster teach you. Before leaving Beijing, I will teach you thoroughly. You can tell crosstalk, storytelling, and jingles!"

"Your abacus beads are falling on my face."

"What can you do?"

Liang Qu asked the little mirage dragon to perform a smoke-breathing beast.

Five or six little white dragons flew together, swallowing clouds and spewing mist, which completely confirmed the saying of the mirage clan.

Great.

The more I watch, the more jealous I am.

Martial artists love beasts, and they raise more tigers and lions. The brave ones raise a different kind of monster. Those with connections and abilities can let monsters guard their homes. They are all very majestic, but compared with the mirage dragon, they are not in the same league at all!

The key is that it is so small, you can take it anywhere to eat or watch a show!

"Will he be promoted to a martial saint when he grows up?"

"No." Meng Qiang shook his head. "If that were the case, shouldn't there be a hundred or eighty mirage dragons in the mirage tribe? Why did it become insects first and dragons later? The transformation of the mirage tribe into dragons is just like the cultivation of humans, one step at a time. However, nowadays, not to mention the ability to cultivate into demons, even the mirage tribe of big spirits is rare. Liang Hengwei is lucky."

"I have heard of Liang Hengwei's reputation as a river dragon for a long time, and it is well-deserved."

The excitement of the young people attracted many officials from the outer circle.

Unfortunately, the excitement did not last long.

Snap!

The whip tip exploded.

The officials of the Honglu Temple whipped.