Dragon King weapon

"Later, almost all of the north of the underworld fell into Chongduan's hands. In the battle at the gate of ghosts, Chongduan fought the enemy alone and won the appreciation of the ghost emperors of the five directions... You see, he is now majestic and fearless. , it’s actually because he suffered too much during those hundreds of years.”

After Tang Jian finished speaking, the wrists holding the tea trembled slightly, and he could hardly see the look in Rong Qianji's eyes.

He is a mind, and he is able to spy on one or two, but it is this double-edged sword skill that often makes him easy to fall into it, empathize with the person being tempted, and have emotional ups and downs.

Tang Jian sighed and said: "He suffered from the pain of tearing his body and soul a dozen times. At that time, I was quite self-cultivated. I was practicing martial arts with the water god on the top of the mountain. I could often hear the vibration of Haoli Mountain. Broken, I thought it was the orphan of the white tiger who was defeated by the palace that day, and I suffered a little more."

After he finished speaking, he even felt a little regretful that he opened up the severed past in front of Rong Qianji's eyes. It was nothing more than forcibly reconciling the gap between the two. He seemed like a meddlesome person... But Now, if he wants to save Qianji's life, he can't help much with his severe temperament.

The person who tied the bell is needed to untie the bell, all kinds of distracting thoughts, grievances and grievances are resolved, he has helped here, and the rest needs to be redeemed by Qianji himself.

But Rong Qianji felt like a blow to the head after listening to these words now, he had endured it for so long, his heart was broken into pieces, in exchange for this worldly thing teasing him with a "soul tear"?

As smart as he is, it's not that he didn't suspect that Chongduan suffered and tried to ask, but it's a pity that he was locked up for so many days. When Chongduan was still in human form during the day, his eyes were often indifferent and alienated. His mouth was sealed like a bundle of iron ropes, and he couldn't utter a single word.

After the suffering of the upper gods and the lower realms, if they no longer become immortals and cannot be erased from this world, they will have to endure the catastrophe of tearing their souls apart. Rong Qianji has heard it a little bit. When he was young, he only thought it was cruel. Now he hears it with his own ears. After enduring such torture, it seemed as if it had been torn in his heart, and his breathing was so painful that his breathing was out of order.

Rong Qianji's hands were trembling so badly that he could hardly hold the teacup steadily. His clothes were half open, and he leaned against the head of the bed with lowered eyebrows. The bright red cinnabar mole under his eyes was very hot. The account is white.

Feeling powerless, he clenched his hands tightly: "I...I have never heard half of what you said today."

"You are respected as the prince of Tiangong, how can you understand the affairs of the underworld thoroughly?"

Tang Jian saw through his thoughts at a glance, and the corner of his lips facing Rong Qianji was still smiling: "You and Chong Duan are now both because of the destruction of the other party's family... Although it is not the direct cause, it is also indirect. Watching him day and night, have you ever thought about the insurmountable gap between the two of you?"

In fact, Rong Qianji only needs to see this matter clearly, let himself explain it clearly to Chong Duan, the old dragon king is dead, maybe Chong Duan can let him go... Although Chong Duan has a cold heart, it seems He is invulnerable to swords and guns, but in fact there is still a softness hidden deep in his heart. If he is allowed to show him the mirror and confirm the past, Rong Qianji should be able to leave.

From then on, the mountains are high and the water is long, and the three realms are reborn, and they will never see each other again.

Tang Jian couldn't even sigh anymore, so he opened his mouth, and only heard the little dragon king sitting on the dragon bed cough, lifted the quilt and sat up straight, and said seriously: "Even if there are thousands of mountains and ravines, I will Wait for him."

"Now I'll give you the mirror of the world. You can take it with you to find a judge, discuss right and wrong, and then I'll send someone to take you away. Wouldn't that be the best ending?" He wondered.

"What if, what if someday he can remember me?"

Rong Qianji said to himself, "Back then, he served the courtiers of the immortals and devoted his whole life to assisting me. I also said that I wanted to see him conquer all directions... Now that time has passed, I don't ask him to help me again." What I do is my debt to him."

He said, frowning, "If he remembers me, and he finds that I'm no longer by his side, how sad will it be?"

He respected thousands of halberds as the lord of heaven and earth, how could the dragon king who would emerge once every ten thousand years break his promise?

The words did not match the words, and the words were slurred. Rong Qianji suddenly felt his face was hot, and wiped it with the back of his hand, only to realize that he was crying.

He spread out his palms, teardrops turned into pills, clustered tightly in his palms, smelling the fragrance, he didn't feel sweet anymore.

How can there be any sweetness for him after reconnecting?Incomparable.

Tang Jian looked at him with mist in his eyes, and thought that the little dragon king was only a few thousand years old. If he was placed in the human world, he would only be an adult. debt……

Rong Qianji suffered a thousand kinds of pain, but there was no retribution, it was caused by himself.

Bearing the sins of the parents, incurring the suffering of love, confusion, kindness and resentment, all cannot be broken.

Tang Jian suddenly couldn't bear to talk with him any more, he broke off the matter that he had lost his affection for, and he had no strength to speak anymore, so he sat up and left without saying goodbye.

The moment she turned around with concentration, some wind and snow entered the room with the hem of her clothes, Rong Qianji sat on the bed, her voice was hoarse, and she couldn't say a word "thank you".

The new wind rises, the north wind blows all night, and the sky is filled with snow.

In the next few days, Chong Duan was kept closed in the cave, and Tang Jian took care of all the important matters in the Tiangong.

Tang Jian couldn't bear it, so he went to find Rong Qianji several times in private, and in the end, he got nothing but the word "wait" from Rong Qianji. In those clear eyes, the emotion was hot and calm, as if in just a few days Inside, my mind sank a lot.

Chong Duan really entered the cave, and the door was tightly locked. Every night, Rong Qianji lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep. From time to time, he got up to look at the door, but he always saw the door curtain and pearl fan rolled up halfway, unable to see. A little figure.

Hu Xiao also heard less, and occasionally the night was heavy with heavy dew. He could never forget the despair he felt when he learned that the old dragon king was dead that day. Not angry.

It is unknown who leaked the news about General Baihu's retreat. The former subordinates of the old Dragon King were eager to move in the human world. They even sent some bold ones to the Nantian Gate first, but they were all stopped by the golden-armored gods guarding the Nantian Gate. .

Rong Qianji just listened to Sister Xie's rambling, looked at the food box in her hand, but couldn't swallow any more.

He put the silver chopsticks aside, touched the sharp dragon horns on his head, and said: "Let's serve the medicine first."

"Medicine? What kind of medicine do you want..." Sister Xie twisted her hips, the scallop silver jewelry on her head shook Rong Qianji's eyes, "Look at this body! Don't you want to eat some today?"

Rong Qianji frowned: "Didn't some of the medicine prescribed by the heavenly doctor come up today?"

He always felt that Miss Crab walked a little strangely today. In the past, she used to be rampant. Today, for some reason, her feet seem to be easy to use... She didn't knock on the door first when entering the house, but she said "you" without taking a trace. respectful title.

His heart moved, and he whispered: "My dragon horn has just healed, and the medicine has..."

Before the words fell, the "Sister Crab" really squatted down immediately, and turned into the Yuebai Immortal who was in charge of the important sacrifices in the Tiangong, prostrated on the ground, crying, trembling when she spoke: "Chen, Yuebai... See the Highness... Your Highness!"

Immortal Yuebai raised her head and saw Rong Qianji's half-transparent dragon horn, she burst into tears, "Please Your Highness, please forgive me for being late to save you! I am waiting for a group of immortals who are trapped in the lonely mountain of the world. I don't know the specific situation of Tiangong, I wait... I will not be safe day and night!"

"Get up." Rong Qianji lowered his eyes, "It's my Rong family, it's my fault."

"The situation is urgent and there is no room for delay," Yuebai Xianjun still refused to get up, "The white tiger rebel has been in seclusion for many days now, and his right and left men have important things to do, now is the best time!"

He spread a piece of the immortal lock from his hand, "I have great expectations, come to pick up Your Highness and temporarily follow the minister to retreat to the world. This artifact is from ancient times. Chong Duan is not in the Heavenly Palace now. No matter how big the matter is, it will be done." It can also resist..."