Dragon King weapon

On the second day, Rong Qianji woke up in Chongduan's arms.

In his memory, he didn't know how long he had not slept so peacefully. The first reaction when he opened his eyes was to arch against the chest more comfortably.

In a daze, Rong Qianji even stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his severed neck, but subconsciously, half-closed his eyes, trying to reach out to grab the quilt and put it on his body, when he was suddenly severed and wrapped his arms tightly, hugging Need to be more sticky.

He broke the brocade quilt, put it on Rong Qianji's shoulders, and wrapped him up in the warm bedding, revealing a small part of his fair forehead... Looking from a distance, the bed curtain in front of the general was There is a bulging small bag inside.

"It's just dawn," Chong Duan muffled, "Sleep a little longer."

Last night, he spent a lot of energy suppressing the animal nature in his body. He sat on the head of the bed and didn't dare to move. When he didn't move, Rong Qianji didn't dare to move, but once he put his severed body on it, he relaxed a lot. After warming the bed, I became drowsy, and fell asleep when I closed my eyes.

He didn't rest all night, he obviously felt that last night when he kissed Qianji's face, the latter trembled all over.

So much so that after he said that sentence, Rong Qianji covered his face and buried his head between his knees, without saying a word or crying.

He just inhaled and exhaled again, without answering, and slowly moved to his pillow, closing his clothes and falling asleep.

To cross you... What shall I do to cross you.

You are a boat carrying sails, I am a river, a river, if I cross you, would you still want me?

Rong Qianji thought silently, and pinched his arm silently. At that time, he didn't know that the boat was still running without water, but the boat had to stay where it was without water.

No matter what Rong Qianji's expression is now, Zhongduan's attitude is tough, and he stretched out his arms to embrace him, Rong Qianji couldn't struggle, and when he was hugged into his arms, he gave up and chose to close his eyes quietly.

Waking up this morning, Rong Qianji was still a little dazed, there was a broken voice in his ears, his mind was still muddled, he just thought it was a dream, and slowly closed his eyes again, wanting to sleep for a while.

Chong Duan tilted his head sideways, and the sideburn hair was hanging loose, covering half of his face, only the well-defined jaw line and the gently rolling Adam's apple could be vaguely seen.

At noon, Rong Qianji turned over, her black hair spread straight on the dragon bed, as if someone had combed it with a piece of wood, the dragon robes were neatly folded, and a small carved jade dragon was placed on it.

The jade carving dragon seemed to have broken a gap, and the gap was filled with blood... Now it is emitting a faint light, and it is estimated that it will be cultivated into a blood jade in a few days, and it will have spirituality from then on.

Why did Chong Duan take down the jade dragon and put it on his clothes?This jade carved dragon can be regarded as a token between the two of them... Now that it is placed here, could it be that he remembered something?

What did he mean by those words yesterday?

Rong Qianji's heart tightened, he looked around, and ordered outside the door: "Come here!"

The Sturgeon entered the room with a silk-wrapped agate dish, and a pair of embroidered shoes wobbled on her feet. She panicked and said, "Your Majesty, you, you are awake..."

"Where did the great general go?" Rong Qianji asked, clutching the quilt tightly with his hands, his dragon horn had only grown out not long ago, and when he got angry, he would easily rush into the fire, the tip of the horn was hot, and it hurt like a burn!

"The general went out after waking up in the morning, and Mr. Xinshen said, saying... oops!" Sturgeon almost bit his tongue.

Mind God clearly ordered how to tell the little dragon king, why did she forget?Said, said the general went to the mountains?Or went to the cave?It seems that I heard about the lower realm...how should I say it!

Sturgeon quickly searched for the place names in his memory, and could only answer with a sullen head: "The general took the water god with him early in the morning, but I don't know where he went, maybe it's the world..."

"Okay," Rong Qianji said with a frown, and raised her hand to reward her with the peony silk handkerchief Tang Jian sent, "Bring some money and go out for a stroll, and bring me some flower cakes. ..."

He remembered hearing a servant tell him about the recent festivals in the world, but he forgot about it.

Sturgeon counted with his fingers, stared, and said seriously: "Hungry Ghost Festival! The gates of hell are wide open in the middle of July, and the underworld is in chaos. I dare not go!"

Rong Qianji was taken aback, did the underworld start to mess up?

"In the past years, every July and a half, is it also chaotic?" Rong Qianji asked doubtfully, "I used to go down to the world on the Ghost Festival, although the world is indeed full of evil winds and gloomy, but it's okay..."

Sturgeon twisted up his handkerchief anxiously, and his long-sleeved flying belt fluttered for a while, "It's been scary these past few days! Something seems to have happened in the underworld, the ghost gate can't be closed, a lot of little ghosts popped out, and the water in the Wangchuan River Almost drunk!"

"You really dare to say it," Rong Qianji couldn't smile, and felt that the more he thought about it, the more he had a headache, so he said, "You go and get the Linghua mirror from the second antique shelf and give it to me."

He ordered, and added: "The mirror faces down."

The mirror was in his hand, the ivory carvings on both sides were beautifully carved, and on the top was a transparent mirror made of colored glass, which looked like it was empty in the middle from a distance. Rong Qianji picked it up and looked at it carefully. There was a wave of water rippling on the ground, and a dazzling red slowly faded away.

The entire mirror surface showed a bloody aura, it was so red, it was black and purple...

Rong Qianji could smell the fishy smell through the mirror, staring blankly, Tang Jian's words resounded in his heart that day: "If you hold this mirror in your hand, you can see your sweetheart at any time..."

What happened?

In the middle of July, the Ghost Festival, the gates of ghosts are wide open, the underworld, the release of river lanterns, the burning of paper ingots... All kinds of factors combined, Rong Qianji broke out in cold sweat, and the dragon's tail swayed slightly on the edge of the bed, sweeping across the table legs , almost overturned the tea bowl on the face.

Re-broken at night did not come back.

Rong Qianji's body has not recovered well, the dragon's tail can't be retracted, and the dragon's horns are hot again. Although it has improved a lot, the Twelve Demon Lords have set up an enchantment in this Dragon King's bedroom, and it is impossible for him to break through .

What's more, the situation in the underworld is still in place, and there are so many people guarding the Nantian Gate, Tang Jian seems to have followed. Rong Qianji called someone to invite him several times, but he didn't see anyone, so he had to worry in the room, constantly Take that mirror and look...

The bloody color did not dissipate.

At five o'clock in the night, the sky was a little white, the sun was dim, and the Nantian Gate was wide open. Chong Duan led a group of soldiers back to the Heavenly Palace, and the attendants who went down to serve said that the general's blood flowed along the Nantian Gate. He dragged it all the way to the door of the Dragon King's bedroom, and stood there for half an hour.

The blood pooled under his feet, forming a small puddle.

Rong Qianji stayed up all night, seeing that the barrier had been broken, he grabbed the crane cloak and put it on, stumbled and ran out of the palace gate. From a long distance, he saw a broken sword in Chonguan's hand, which was cut in half. Bloody.

He broke his head, raised his head, and looked at him with the eyes that Rong Qianji was shocked at that time.

Seemingly pious, yet almost desperate.

Chongduan raised his chin to look at him, his dry lips were parted, a turbid air surged out from behind him, and he surrounded him like a black shadow. The surrounding soldiers were all silver armored black shields, kneeling on the ground, hiding their heads under the shields after.

The little dragon king is here.

The relationship between the little dragon king and the great general has been passed on and on in the Heavenly Palace... Although everyone is silent and dare not speak, but more or less they have an idea, and the general's recent abnormal reaction...

No one dared to raise their eyes to look, for fear of falling on their own heads.

Rong Qianji ran fast, with no shoes on, and a nightgown draped over her body. When the cold wind blew up and rolled up the hem of her clothes, she could vaguely see a shallow mark on her ankle that had been shackled by the shackles.

If the wind blows harder, you can see a few small pieces of old wounds, and new flesh and scales grow out, which are branded on the skin like plum blossom marks.

Chong Duan's eyes were cloudy, tiger stripes suddenly appeared on one side of his face, his ears turned into animal shapes, the corners of his eyes hung slightly, and flew obliquely into his temples, his eyes turned golden green, and gradually took on a tiger shape...

"Heavy Duan! Look at me!" Rong Qianji's eyes were white, and he held his face tremblingly. As always, he paid attention to the bloodthirsty redness in Duan's eyes, and saw that he was bound by demon energy around him, "Look I……"

Chong Duan was trembling all over, so trembling that he could hardly hold the blade in his hand.

Half of his face turned into a tiger's face, and there were bursts of tiger roars faintly overflowing from his throat, like mournful cries, and also like roars, like a violent wind and rainstorm, reverberating so that the Heavenly Palace trembled several times.

His face was warmed by Rong Qianji's hands, and Chong Duan raised his eyes to look at him in a daze, gasping for breath, the demon energy behind him receded quite a bit...

He threw the cut-off sword violently, and pressed Rong Qianji hard and hard into his arms.

In an instant, the flying flowers in front of the hall grew bigger...

Thunder and lightning flashed in the distant sky, mixed with snow, like raging waves curling frost.

Even though it was many years later that Rong Qianji knew what Zhong Duan did on the day of the Ghost Festival, but every time he thought of this scene, his heart still couldn't stop beating.

He was angry, disregarded everything, regarded death as home, and was so angry that the Three Realms shook. Later, according to history books, after the Mid-Autumn Festival in a certain year, there was loud thunder and lightning in the world, and he went underground continuously for five days and five nights. rain.

Deep and cold, drizzling and drizzling... All living beings only think it is the rainy season, and only think it is the rain falling on Qingming.

It's just a little wetter this year, a little wetter than ever.

In the palm of Rong Qianji's hand that day, he gradually regained his senses, quietly feeling the warm aura from his sweetheart's palm, and his whole body was completely wrapped up, almost like a monarch and minister determined by blood since the beginning of Pangu. Relationships play an important role at this moment.

Chong Duan was almost uncontrollable, wanting to kneel at Rong Qianji's feet... wanting to use his face to win the sincerity of his heart, and his heart to win the fragrance of his lips.

This is the case between the monarch and his ministers, and to the two of them.

Thousands of years of deep enmity, but in the end they met fate, and all of them disappeared into their hearts, and they each had their own concerns and became Buddhas on their own.

Rong Qianji kept wiping the blood stains on Chongduan's body with a moon-white nightgown, sighed softly, knowing that he couldn't ask any more questions, and looked at Chongduan's expression, this person didn't seem to have any intention to tell him.

Chongduan is now the head of the divine power in the heavens, almost no one can heal his wounds, Rong Qianji thought about it, so he whispered in his ear: "Go to Lingshan."

It is the mountain where he often practiced riding and shooting with Chongduan when he was young.

The Lingshan Mountain is full of red blooms all the year round, and when the spring arrives in the human world, the fragrant air will come to the heavens, there are often little immortals visiting here, if they see Chongduan leading Rong Qianji practicing martial arts here, they will praise them a few words, The Daobai Tiger Clan is so loyal, they directly sent the eldest son to accompany the little prince.

When Rong Qianji heard it and thought about it now, Fang felt that it seemed ironic.

The stream of Lingshan flows down from the Buddhist realm, which is a place beyond the three realms and five elements. The holy water can only be obtained by the people of the heavenly realm, and it has never been broken for thousands of years. The fairy takes a bath once, and the medicine cures the disease, and the whole body feels comfortable.

It has been several months since the fall of the heavenly royal family, and few people came here this season. Rong Qianji endured the discomfort all over his body and came here with a serious injury. He bent down to stir the trickling water in the stream, and said: " You take off your clothes and go down."

Seriously injured, he listened to Rong Qianji's speech with a sullen face, nodded, then shook his head.

Ever since he confirmed that he had this person in his heart, he tried his best to get close to him, but he didn't dare to touch him, so he had to treat him well in his own way.

Now that wars are raging, he went to the underworld several times and returned back with scars all over his body. For a while, Chong Duan didn't know how to face Rong Qianji.

The great general resigned, his mind was too gloomy, the city was extremely deep, he was violent and ruthless, he killed gods when he met gods, and killed Buddhas when he met Buddhas...

This is the case in the rumors of the Three Realms, and half of the reclaimed claims.

And one more thing has to be added, that is, everything is on your own.

He looked at Rong Qianji's back with almost sad eyes. The man was picking herbs by the stream with his back turned to him, and he was still muttering: "I heard from the God of Medicine that it is good for wound healing..."

Rong Qianji said, broke off a small piece of leaf, rubbed it, wiped it on his dragon horn, and covered his face with fine pieces, couldn't hold back a smile, came back to look at it again, for fear of his childish appearance just now I was re-broken and looked at it.

Chong Duan avoided his eyes in a panic, and clenched his hands tightly. The better Rong Qianji treats him now, the more guilty he is.

Rong Qianji's pair of unparalleled dragon horns were sharpened by him into this... His originally good, lively and extroverted lover was humiliated like this by fate.

He hid too many things from Rong Qianji.

Including everything that he has done now... He has concealed too much, he can't ask for anything now, he dare not ask for anything, he just hopes that Rong Qianji won't blame him in the future.

Don't blame him...and don't love him.

Seeing Chongduan's delay in moving, Rong Qianji was worried that his wound would lose too much blood, so he boldly went to undo Chongdu's collar button himself. The latter stood there blankly, watching Rong Qianji blushing, Approaching cautiously, lowering his eyes, he undressed him.

This little dragon king has moon eyebrows and star eyes, and his pupils are hazy and foggy. When he lowers his eyes, the eyelashes cast a fan shadow in the eye sockets.

Chong Duan suddenly thought of the butterflies flying on the Lingshan Mountain in summer, like a breeze, it is overwhelmingly gorgeous...

For some reason, he suddenly thought of these shattered memories. He settled down to look at Rong Qianji, full of thoughts. Weak, why not go?"

Rong Qianji went up to him, and slowly said: "You and I are both dying people... What's the point in arguing about this now?"

He and Chong Duan didn't have much to live with, and he knew that.

Hate cannot be dispelled, but love is even stronger.

The Three Realms are not tolerated, and all things will be punished. If he dies, there will be no way out if he dies again.

Tang Jian said that Chongduan was born for hatred, for gold and iron horses, for breaking the shackles of the Heavenly Palace with a knife, for taking the dragon-slaying halberd and taking the heads of the Rong family.

Now there is only Rong Qianji left in the Rong family.

Rong Qianji felt that Chongduan was clenching his palms a little more, and there was a fierce light in Chongduan's eyes, but it was rare that he didn't get angry, he just said flatly: "You see clearly."

"What's the use of thinking so much? You don't want to kill me," Rong Qianji said softly, "I also have the ability to kill you."

Zhong Duan closed his eyes: "You and I will both get what we want."

Rong Qianji didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, looked at Chong Duan's slightly tired side face, and leaned on him obsessively, just like today on the white snow in front of the temple, leaning against his chest, without speaking.

That's what these two are.

Obviously my heart has torn the other person to pieces, but when we meet again, I can't help but want to get closer, can't help but forgive, and can't help but touch the heart that I know is hot.

Rong Qianji will always remember that that year when the Heaven Realm reclaimed the riotous and barren land, the wind was raging, and Chong Duan, who had just learned martial arts, leaped onto the horse. Although his movements were a bit jerky, they were still outstanding.

The young man leaned over and plucked an apricot blossom from the treetop, and whistled to call the divine bird.

The divine bird carried the flower in its mouth and flew into the cloud-walking chariot, Rong Qianji opened the bead curtain in surprise, took the flower, raised his eyes to see Chong Duan who had turned back and galloped away towards the distance, behind him There are three thousand soldiers of the gods, and the banners are flying, so majestic.

At that time, he thought, this is the person who wants to protect his life.

Rong Qianji asked Chong Duan at that time, if he could give me anything he wanted?

Zhongduan nodded, at that time he was still a young man, and the words he spoke were too crazy, pointing at the sky and the earth, raised his lips and smiled: "Your Highness wants the Three Realms, I Chongduan, I want to call for Your Highness."

How many years later, maybe a thousand years... The Three Realms have indeed been defeated by more than half.

It's just a different way.

Thinking about this, Rong Qianji looked at the snow accumulated over the years on the top of the Lingshan Mountain. It looked as if it had turned white, rolled up in layers by the cold wind, and kept dropping some silver flakes to the foot of the mountain.

Behind the Lingshan Mountain is the Yaochi Lake. After taking a bath, Chong Duan felt much better. When he landed on the shore, he picked up Rong Qianji and left without saying a word. Palm, scratching him so itchy!

Rong Qianji blushed and said to him: "You touched my tail..."

Chong Duan rarely smiled, "What's wrong with Dragon Tail?"

Rong Qianji couldn't explain why, but felt itchy, and was so ashamed that she quickly buried her face in her torn clothes, "You're guilty."

"I have committed the crime a long time ago," Chong Duan said, "from thousands of years ago."

Rong Qianji raised his head in astonishment, did he remember?

Chong Duan saw through what he was thinking, felt a dull pain in his heart, and said: "I didn't think about it."

He reached out to touch Rong Qianji's dragon horn, his eyes dimmed a bit, and he continued: "Give me some time, I will always remember."

He's grown a lot... Every time Chong Duan thinks about it, he regrets too much in his heart, and every inch of that knife is clearly still on him now.

On the edge of Yaochi, a cave has been turned into a cave, and a fire is lit inside, to see the fluorescent flowers blooming all over the ground at night, a face flickers in the dark...

"I want the stars in the sky." Rong Qianji poked his head out of his arms, stretched out his hand to fiddle with the water beside the Yaochi, and his palms felt cold.

Chong Duan was sitting on the bank with his arms around him, his expression was not clear against the light, and he just asked indifferently: "Do you want more flowers on the ground?"

Rong Qianji lowered his head and took a sip of the water, and replied: "Yes."

"You want everything." Chongduan locked his eyes in front of him, and couldn't resist looking aside.

"I'm just greedy," Rong Qianji paused, "I still want you."

A star fell from the sky, the wallflowers on the edge of Yaochi bloomed silently, the holy water on the tip of his tongue melted into sweetness, Chongduan remained motionless.

Rong Qianji heard Chong Duan and replied slowly: "Just take it."

He was startled, tears fell to the ground like that star, he was hating how he had become so sentimental recently, when Zhong Duan reached out to pick up the sweet pill and looked at it, his nose smelled sweet.

Rong Qianji said: "Sweet."

Chong Duan didn't taste it, just asked him: "Are you moved just now?"

Rong Qianji nodded, a little shy, stretched out his hand uncomfortably to fiddle with the water in Yaochi, and then listened heavily: "Tears become sweet when moved, but bitter when sad?"

"No," Rong Qianji shook his head, "It's all sweet."

Chong Duan suddenly stretched out his arms to hug him tighter, the corners of his lips brushed against Rong Qianji's temple hair, and said in a deep voice: "Even if tears become a panacea, I don't want to see you cry again."

Rong Qianji trembled all over.

He remembered Chong Duan... He had said similar words before, and even had a similar look on his face.

His heart was beating like a drum, and some small hopes were ignited again, eager to recall those memories, he didn't want to live with these memories alone, he urgently needed to recall them, but was afraid of recalling them again.

It is a bottomless abyss.

Including Chongduan pity him so much now, treat him well, and even fall in love for the second time, for the two of them, it is just a love calamity that cannot be overcome.

It's the match of glory and loss, and both sides will suffer. When a scene ends, it will end in embarrassment.

Even so, Rong Qianji still couldn't help but want to jump for joy after repeating this sentence.

"Look," he raised his eyes to look at the moon in the sky, and said softly, "everything is good in this world..."

"Not good," Chong Duan said, "It's not good for you or me."

That night on the Lingshan Mountain in the Heaven Realm, the misty moon and stars were sinking, the water in the Yaochi hadn't been filled yet, but the water in Rong Qianji's eyes was about to overflow.

I'm good to you, you are good to me, isn't that enough?

He repeated the words in his heart, but he didn't say it when he reached his mouth. His eyes were full of faces that were slightly turned to one side. The two of them were sitting, and they didn't dare to look at each other.

Later, Rong Qianji understood.

not enough.

Never enough.