Dragon King weapon

"Rong Qianji."

Zhongduan suddenly opened his mouth, his eyes darkened, "Have you ever heard the rumors about the two of us in the heavens?"

Rong Qianji, who was caressing the pale green scales on his wrist, was a little stunned, and said in puzzlement, "Never."

He has no information, where can he hear any rumors, and he can only guess a little from the words and deeds of his attendants, but it is those stupid and indifferent things about him, saying that he is not worthy of being an emperor, saying that he is selfish...

However, no one knows how the old dragon king, after he slaughtered the whole family of the White Tiger Clan, how he traveled all over the world to find Chong Duan even though he was young, and how he overturned the case for the White Tiger Clan in Tiangong after he was ten years old, until that day. Leading troops into the Heavenly Palace, he also dismissed all the guardian gods first, and allowed them to flee separately.

He allowed Qian Jigui to be the dragon king of the heavens, he could not escape, he could not surrender, he could only guard the last piece of pure land, and live and die with it.

After all the calculations, he never expected that Chong Duan seemed to have forgotten him.

But his sweetheart didn't take his life, didn't cut his dragon ball out to sacrifice to heaven, but raised him in the dragon palace, tortured him every inch, and gave him occasional tenderness.

He heard "you and me" all of a sudden, and the rapid heartbeat in his chest missed half a beat. After all, he couldn't resist his curiosity and asked him: "What's the matter?"

Chong Duan stood with his hands behind his back, the scarlet cloak behind him was swept away by the draft, he watched Rong Qianji's originally dull eyes become clear and bright, his chest was suddenly blocked and he couldn't speak.

He lowered his eyes and said hoarsely, "Let's go."

The second time he went down to the human world, because he was damaged and his magic power was not enough, Rong Qianji transformed into Xiaojiao, and Tang Jian put it in a brocade box and carried it with him. A gust of wind stopped in front of him, and his deep voice came from the air: "Little Dragon King, give it to me."

Tang Jian was in trouble, he loved the little dragon king from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't know what the use of this brocade box would be, so he asked a little more: "Do you think he is good?"

Hand it in as soon as you say it, if the little dragon king makes a mistake, does the general know what to do?

The general is not aware of the past between himself and the little dragon king, but he, Tang Jian, has a mind, and he has a clear glimpse of the little dragon king's exquisite heart. He has experienced the past and is clear in his heart.

Chong Duan was irritable for no reason, and cast a spell to snatch the brocade box from Tang Jian's arms, and the strong wind swept past. He rode the clouds for eight thousand miles, and stepped into the human world first.

The Heavenly Palace has not passed a season, while the world has ushered in the tenth winter solstice at the same time.

There has not been a Dragon King enshrined in this world for ten years. Folk rumors say that the Emperor of Heaven is dead, and soon there will be chaos in the Three Realms, and all living beings will be in danger.

I don't know who provoked the panic first. Starting from the imperial city, people from all over the place entered the largest Tiangong Temple in the area, eager to pray for blessings and disaster relief, and eternal prosperity in the human world. They are all waiting for the Dragon King to calm the world.

"Shua—" The little monk sweeping the floor in front of Tiangong Temple held a bamboo knot.

He was driving the fallen ash to the shade of the tree, but unexpectedly, the winter afternoon came too hard, causing him to throw away the bamboo joint with an "ouch", and hurriedly went to cover his eyes, only to see the air leaking into the sky between his fingers. burst of golden light...

Chong Duan was standing on the cloud of a mountain range, he cast a blindfold to cover himself early, took out the little Jiao from the brocade box, and allowed him to transform into a human form in his palm.

When Rong Qianji woke up, he was leaning against Chong Duan's arms. He was stunned for a moment, opened his eyes and looked around, almost fell out, "Here..."

This is the top of the mountain where he came to the entrance of the world in previous years. Once he and Chong Duan rode horses and crossed thousands of seats in the fairy mountain before rushing to this place. The two of them looked around the world and searched for a long time before they found the imperial city. The entrance of the bazaar, and so much trouble, just to allow Qianji to say "every child in the world has a safety lock".

That year, Chong Duan didn't know fireworks and couldn't change a few taels of money, so he took the Sansheng Peishi from his waist and handed it to the shopkeeper who cast the lock.

The safety lock made by the Sansheng Peishi has been firmly locked by Rong Qianji's pillow until now. Seeing the old scene, Rong Qianji felt a million joys in a trance, could it be? Have you ever forgiven him again?

It was rare for Rong Qianji to find hope, and raised his eyes to ask him: "Why did you bring me here?"

"..." Chong Duan couldn't tell the reason for a while, he just relied on his intuition of the world, and he groped blindly. When he saw this mountain top, he felt tired, so he stopped and let Rong Qianji stay here. It spreads all over the world.

"Tell me," Rong Qianji said anxiously, "Did you forget this point?"

"forget."

Chong Duan answered almost without thinking, the Dragon Slaying Halberd clanged again at his waist, he looked at the vast rivers and mountains in front of him, his eyes were tired, and he was disturbed by the matter of the Little Dragon King recently, he couldn't help but urge him Said: "The world is kneeling, you can come forward."

The bloodthirsty aura devoured the immortal energy in his body, severed his black armor, making Rong Qianji's eyes glaringly reflected.

After hearing these words, he was suffocated in his heart, and he didn't say anything else. He exhaled and controlled his strength, and he breathed out a cloud in the sky.

Rong Qianji's feet were on the clouds, still a little uncomfortable, the doubts in his heart continued, wasn't it Tang Jian who accompanied him to the world to tell the truth?What is a heavy break?

Besides... Chong Duan has now taken the throne of the Heavenly Palace, so he should take this opportunity to announce to the world that the Heavenly Palace has changed hands. Why should he let the remnants of his previous dynasty come here to give to the world to accumulate blessings and virtues?

Rong Qianji knew that time was running out, so he mobilized his divine power, using the dragon ball as the axis, reflecting the golden light all over the sky, and trying his best to maximize the true dragon god form.

The abbot, who tied the red sandalwood beads around his waist, walked out of the temple. The people who were still holding incense candles were overjoyed, and then they lay down by the window of the temple and shouted: "Dragon King! It's the Dragon King!"

"After a long drought, there will be rain! It's time to give grace and dew!"

People in the world don't know the name of the Dragon King, they only recognize their guardian deity, the ruler of the Heavenly Palace. If someone looks closely at the statue of Rong Qianji, they will find that this dragon has no wings or horns.

The waves in the sky are rolling, and the shape of a dragon is hidden among the thousands of miles of clouds. Its beard and beard are almost transparent, and the pearl under its jaw is shining. A few red blood scales in its throat have grown into its body like suet jade. The dragon's tail swayed a little, and it fanned the breeze in the mountains.

The Dragon King is alive, the world is crawling, and all things are ministers.

The birds frightened, the flying rain sang, the wind in the sky was like waves, the showers washed away the thousands of rocks and dense greenery, and after a while, the rain on the edge of the cliff had already soaked the moss, Rong Qian put away his hand, and the sky broke out again Miles of sunlight.

From the beginning to the end, Chong Duan was just a bystander. He looked at all this with cold eyes, the ridiculous world he had spurned.

He is violent, hates the gods who dominate everything, hates that hundreds of people in his family have been slaughtered, he doesn't remember the moment of love, he doesn't remember that every rainy season in previous years, the little dragon king would hold a handful of rain in the world for him.

This little dragon king, who had an unexpected attitude towards him, is now standing in the clouds and rain, with water-colored brows and distant mountains into his temples. His appearance is better than he has ever seen when he was retreating and suffering in Haoli Mountain, especially those eyes...

Inside was a tide of emotion that he had never seen in his life.

Rong Qianji stepped down from the dragon-shaped totem in the sky, and it lasted for about an hour. The mountains and rivers under his feet were soaked in the rain, and he couldn't help but close his eyes.

"Why didn't you kill them? You hate the treaty of the Three Realms so much, you hate the power of the emperor, have you ever thought about destroying the Three Realms?" Rong Qianji asked.

Chong Duan lowered his head and saw the rain and mist falling on his eyelashes for a moment, he was stunned for a while, and replied: "I only hate the gods."

Rong Qianji acted as if he hadn't heard this sentence, and said to himself: "You have seen that it rained in the prayer hall for the Buddha in the Tiangong, and when you wake up in the morning, the courtyard is full of wind and dew..."

You held up an umbrella, stood in the rain, and said that the rain had not been harvested, and asked me to go and see it together.

But everyone knows that the God of the Heavenly Palace, how can we get wet, even the rain won't fall on us.

Chong Duan heard that he suddenly didn't answer, so he turned his eyes to look at him, Rong Qianji took a deep breath, and said slowly: "It's comparable to Chang'an City."

"That's right," he judged again, "It is often said in the Three Realms that the objects in the Heavenly Palace are the most beautiful in the world, but I think that the world is very beautiful, and the Heavenly Palace cannot compare."

Rong Qianji knew that he hated Tiangong deeply, but still couldn't help asking: "Why?"

Chong Duan sneered: "The cleaner the surface, the deeper the dirt is hidden. You gods are all made of gold and jade, but they all wear a mask, and you will never know your heart."

After the almsgiving that day, when the rain cleared, Rong Qianji was cut off and went to the Tiangong Temple incognito.

After the severe injury, his dragon form couldn't last long, and he was under the protection of Chongdu the whole time. The two of them naturally got close, and Rong Qianji didn't dare to show his air. Qi, mixed together, unexpectedly seductive.

He looked at the statue of himself on the Tiangong Temple, it hadn't been repaired for a long time, and it was still the childish boy with a charming charm, the cinnabar mole in front of him was intensely dotted, there were really so many real people standing there mean.

Chong Duan was also looking at the statue of the Little Dragon King, and it became more and more familiar after looking at it for a long time, and when he looked at Rong Qianji again, he felt for no reason that the smaller statue made him feel more intimate.

"Sure enough, it's Shangshen," Chong Duan said, "The appearance is the best in the heavens, who else in the three realms can compare with you."

Rong Qianji was suddenly praised, the former Chongdu also loved to praise him so much, but it is clear that the Chongduan when he was young was also so handsome, cheerful and unrestrained, and little demons often sneaked into the heavens to see him, which made Rong Qianji angry Qianji was angry several times, and once he was so angry that he tripped while running away, and he got up in a panic, not daring anyone to see him in such an embarrassing appearance!

When he got up, Chong Duan ran out from the corner, hugged him, and asked him where the pain hurt from the fall, Rong Qianji made a fuss, said that the fall hurt, and Chong Duan shook his hand.

"Rong Qianji, it's me who feels distressed."

As far as the memories are concerned, Rong Qianji's hand lighting the lotus lantern trembled a little, sneaking a glance at Zhong Duan's face, and said, "You were so good-looking back then."

"Me?" Chong Duan said it sarcastically, he didn't want to mention it again, he just said: "The skin that has been torn off several times, how can it be said to be beautiful."

Seeing his gloomy face, Rong Qianji didn't dare to ask any more questions. After recasting the spell on the altar of Tiangong Temple, he pulled out a satin red silk from the air and dragged it on the ground. The two things are tied together and handed over to be severed.

Holding this mundane thing, Chong Duan couldn't help frowning: "What's the use?"

"Pray for blessings, write on it whatever you want." Rong Qianji bowed his head and held onto the wolf hair.

Chong Duan said disdainfully: "I am God, who do I ask for?"

He said so, seeing that Rong Qianji was seriously writing, he finally picked up the pen, dipped it in the ink, and added two characters on the paper.

Rong Qianji nodded, and wrote the words "May you be safe" over and over again.

If there is a day... If there is a day, he hopes to end everything decisively.

The word "re-break" is also dropped, which means "liberation".