Rebirth: My Master is the Dragon Prince

When the first ray of sunlight came down the next day, the two opened their eyes and realized that they had slept on the roof all night. Xie Jingshu transformed into a human form and tried to get up from Ye Fengci's legs.

With a crisp "click" sound, Xie Jingshu almost covered his neck and wailed.

He never slept with a pillow, but he slept with Ye Fengci's legs as a pillow yesterday. His sadness reached its peak at this moment. "Master, you..."

Seeing Xie Jingshu holding his neck in pain, he remembered that Xie Jingshu never slept on the pillow. It was because he insisted on holding the dragon head yesterday that he did this.

"Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let me rub it for you,"

He stretched out his hand and covered Xie Jingshu's neck with neither too much nor too little force. Xie Jingshu went from resisting at first to letting him do it. The massage was quite good.

After their necks were able to move a little, the two returned to the sect. Mu Qinghan had been waiting in the palace for a long time. Although his talent was not as good as Ye Fengci's,

But he was a rare talent in the upper cultivation world, and he also had a good memory. Xie Jingshu was very satisfied with him and taught him several sword techniques to practice.

He walked to Ye Fengci and spread out his hands, "Give it to me."

Ye Fengci was confused and asked, "Master, what did you say?"

Xie Jingshu's hand hadn't been put down yet. "Give me the mirror of rebirth. I'll repair it."

Ye Fengci immediately played dumb. He could feel that Xie Jingshu was not in a good condition. When he held the dragon head at night, the dragon's body and head were getting hot. He should use less spiritual power now and wait until Xie Jingshu recovered.

"Master, there is no point in repairing that broken mirror. I threw it away long ago, far away."

"I told you to take it, so I took it."

"Master, I really don't have any,"

Mu Qinghan also advised, "Master, you are still injured. It will take a lot of spiritual energy to repair these divine objects. It won't be too late to wait for some time."

Xie Jingshu raised his eyebrows, "You all think that I am too weak to even have the spiritual power to repair the divine object, right?"

Ye Fengci denied it repeatedly, "Master, I really threw this thing away. It's useless to keep it."

Xie Jingshu was very tired, so he tied Ye Fengci to a bamboo chair, even tying his legs tightly. Ye Fengci shook his head desperately.

"Master, really not."

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll shut you up," Xie Jingshu knocked on the metal chain on Ye Fengci's neck as he did last time. However, since the real owner was in front of him, it was natural for him to give the orders first. Xie Jingshu knocked for a while, but there was no response, so he sat aside in dejection.

The Mirror of Rebirth can know all the past, and the Liuzhao Lantern can predict the future. Only the destined person can open and use these magical objects. The Liuzhao Lantern cannot speak like the Mirror of Rebirth, but everyone who sees it has asked it to try, and it is true that only he can open it, which is equivalent to tacitly acknowledging that he is the owner.

It would be a lie to say that I had no intention of exploring the matter. As I thought about it, the Liuzhao Lantern immediately appeared in my palm.

Mu Qinghan murmured, "So Master, you brought this with you. I thought,"

Xie Jingshu said, "Why do you think so? Did I lose it?"

Mu Qinghan touched his head embarrassedly, "That's about it, Master, you have so many treasures, this is not that important to me."

Xie Jingshu knew that he was overthinking. Although he accepted him as his disciple, it seemed that apart from the martial arts, they did not spend much time together. There were some things that he could not say directly to him.

After a while, I thought it was ignoring him. He turned around and said seriously, "This is very important. I always carry it with me. You are all very important in my heart."

"Really, Master?"

With a "dong" sound, Liu Zhaodeng actually jumped off Xie Jingshu's hand.

Walking on the ground, the four people looked at each other, not knowing what had happened. They held their breath. Bai Jin shrank to the foot of the bed in fear.

"Boom!" There was another sound. The Rebirth Mirror, under some unknown call or stimulus, directly broke through the barrier of the gold and stone chains.

The broken mirror body flew to the ground. "Master, what is this?"

Ye Fengci also forgot that he was tied up. He stared at the two things on the ground with wide eyes. Soon, something even more shocking happened.

The Rebirth Mirror and the Liuzhao Lantern were actually hugging each other, as if they were reunited after a long separation. Xie Jingshu's expression changed and he asked back,

"What is this?"

The Wangsheng Mirror and Liuzhao Lantern were pressed tightly together. The Liuzhao Lantern emitted a silver light, as if repairing the wound of the Wangsheng Mirror.

After two incense sticks, the Mirror of Rebirth was obviously not as broken as before. It no longer looked like it was about to fall apart. The blue-gold light and the silver light overlapped with each other.

Ye Fengci said, "If these were two people, they would probably have kissed each other, Master, what's going on?"

No matter how knowledgeable a person is, he still can't understand why two artifacts would embrace each other. This is too absurd.

Xie Jingshu didn't know, so he said, "I haven't seen it either."

After hugging each other for a while, the two artifacts began to roll on the ground, rolling to Xie Jingshu's legs, and then rolling to Ye Fengci's legs.

"What are you rolling about?"

Ye Fengci shouted, and the Rebirth Mirror stopped rolling and returned to Ye Fengci's legs. The Liuzhao Lantern also returned to Xie Jingshu's hands.

Xie Jingshu picked up the Liuzhao lantern and asked, "What are you doing? Do you know him?"

As if to answer him, Liu Zhaodeng and the Rebirth Mirror pulled the two of them out together. The Rebirth Mirror was broken into pieces, so it couldn't fly as fast as Liu Zhaodeng. The two of them reached the top of the highest mountain together.

Looking down, you can see the densely packed houses at the foot of the mountain.

Just as Ye Fengci was about to ask what was going on, the Rebirth Mirror Flowing Light suddenly emitted a blinding white light, and the two of them immediately covered their eyes with their hands.

I felt my body rising rapidly. "Master," All around me was silent.

No one answered him. Ye Fengci became nervous. He was not afraid. He was just worried that something had happened to his master. He didn't know how much time had passed.

When the situation around him became stable, Ye Fengci looked for Xie Jingshu anxiously and found that Xie Jingshu was right beside him. He hurriedly held Xie Jingshu's hand.

"Master, where have you been?" The two came in from different entrances.

But they all arrived at a charred, war-torn land. Not far away was a man wearing bright silver armor and a golden belt.

Xie Jingshu asked doubtfully, "Martial God?"

There are two kinds of gods in the divine world: the gods of war and the gods of civil affairs. The gods of war are those with golden belts, and the gods of civil affairs are those with blue belts. For example, the belt of the dragon god is golden yellow.

Huayue Divine Lord's belt was also golden yellow. "What time is this? Are all the literary gods coming out to fight?"

Ye Fengci couldn't help but sigh. It wasn't because the fighting ability of the literary gods was so poor, but generally the literary gods would not be arranged to go to the battlefield, each of them had their own duties.

Xie Jingshu looked at it for a while, "This is the battlefield of gods and demons." It was hard to tell exactly which time it was. According to the records of the gods, the demon god appeared eight times.

"In the battlefield of gods and demons, Master, won't we be beaten to death?"

Xie Jingshu poked his head with his finger, "What are you thinking about? We are in virtual form now, and this is full of memories. Have you forgotten everything I taught you?"

Ye Fengci was poked on the head and was actually very happy, "Master, I understand now."

The sound of weapons colliding in front was deafening. The God King in silver armor fought so heroically.

Such a brutal move seemed so easy and calm when used by him, just like his usual sword practice.

A literary god wearing blue armor and a blue belt led tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals.

Descending from the sky, the God of War retracted his sword, slashed Mokou's neck, swung the sword behind him, and stabbed the monster that was attacking from behind.

Regardless of the reinforcements brought by Wen Shen, he continued to kill on his own. A strange emotion flashed in Wen Shen's eyes. Ye Fengci thought about it for a long time and confirmed that it was an expression of admiration. Not all gods in the divine world practice the ruthless way, such as Wen Shen in front of him.

It took a cup of tea for the God of Literature to retract his admiring gaze. The God of War did not notice that the God of Literature was looking at him from beginning to end, and his swordsmanship was superb.

Ye Fengci pulled Xie Jingshu's sleeve and said, "Master, the look in the eyes of the God of Literature may indicate that he likes the God of Martial Arts."

"Don't talk nonsense." What happened next was hard for both of them to understand. Wherever the God of War beat up monsters and demons, the God of Literature also followed and beat up monsters and demons. They even learned the same moves and their fighting power was quite good.

The God of War finally discovered the strangeness of the God of Literature and glanced at him indifferently.

His eyes seemed confused. All the demons and monsters were killed, and a lot of magic weapons were lost. The demon god appeared in the world.

The gods joined forces to call for divine punishment. After the demon was surrounded, the divine punishment was suppressed.

The demon will gradually become stronger as time goes by. The demon born for the second time will never be as strong as the demon born for the fourth or fifth time.