Dragon King weapon

After the Hungry Ghost Festival, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival in the human world, but the days in the heavens are like years, and they still stay in the snow season.

In previous years, the winter had never been so long, perhaps because the fairy god responsible for the change of seasons was not there, the seasons would always stop in this snow-covered sky, and the eyes were snow-white, which was in line with Rong Qianji's wish.

The crane cloak on his shoulders was wrinkled, and occasionally he was too afraid of the cold, so he tore off the red cloak and put it on his shoulders. From a distance, it looked like something was wrapped around his neck.

One day, Rong Qianji stood in front of the hall and looked at the magpies flying neatly in the sky, and counted with his fingers, the truth is that it is the Chinese New Year's Eve in the world.

During this period of time, the re-interruption was not as unreasonable as before, but it was a bit "rude".

She began to forcibly break into his fate, she changed her flirtatious style, treated him well in every possible way, and didn't know how to be gentle, often making Rong Qianji extremely angry, raising her eyes to see Chong Duan frowning, the anger in her heart returned. Suppress it all.

Heavy Duan is so strong, even in front of his sweetheart, it is rare to soften, he touched Rong Qianji's dragon horn with the back of his hand, and when it got hot, he asked in a low voice: "Are you angry?"

Rong Qianji turned around and sat down, not out of anger, but said: "No."

Maybe it was because she almost lost the last bit of heartbeat before, Rong Qianji swayed on the couch with her dragon tail, and asked him in a low voice: "Who am I?"

He opened his mouth again, as if he didn't want to mention that surname, after being silent, he still opened his mouth and answered: "Qianji, Rong Qianji."

"Rong Jinsheng's son..." Rong Qianji closed his eyes, "The lord of the heavens, Dragon King Rong Qianji."

Chong Duan seemed to be scalded, but he still hugged him from behind and just said: "I know."

Rong Qianji stopped talking.

He felt distressed and heavy, as if he wanted to push it away, but also wanted to touch it.

It really is true that once you fall in love, no matter how much your personality has changed, is all the love in the world holding each other in the palm of your hand like this?

In the past, she spoiled him, raised him, and pampered him, but now she keeps him in captivity, dominates him, and even shows some doomsday arrogance.

But rejuvenation treats him well.

It was so good that when the moon was full, he would be fed with tiger blood, three meals a day would be inspected by himself, and even on the Double Seventh Festival, Chong Duan took him to the lower realm to see the Lantern Festival.

Instead of being surrounded by front and back as in the past, without soldiers or pawns, without mounts, they just walked against the wind, passed through the clouds and mountains, and arrived in the world.

When it landed, the world was already the head of a willow on the moon.

The two happened to meet a lady who had not left the pavilion, and she threw hydrangea balls into the crowd from the tall wooden building. When a man snatched it, he was ecstatic, and the place where he passed was boiling, and the paper lanterns hung on the treetops were flickering. Swaying, the musicians played drums and played music, it was very lively.

Rong Qianji mingled with the vendors in the distance, exchanged copper coins for grasshoppers woven from palm leaves, played with them in his hand, and asked Chong Duan in a voice that only two people could hear: "What if one day I am in the Heavenly Palace and you are in the Heavenly Palace?" Underworld, if I throw this ball, you might catch it?"

Chong Duan stared at the grasshopper in his hand, he had never seen it before, felt it was novel, and replied: "What if I'm not in the underworld?"

Are you still throwing it?He didn't ask.

Holding the grasshopper in his hand and shaking it, Rong Qianji just felt strange, "Tiangong Netherworld, where else can you go?"

Zhong Duan laughed, his eyes were unclear, "You throw it to the sky."

He took the grasshopper that Rong Qianji was playing with, and changed the subject: "What is this?"

Rong Qianji forgives him that he can't remember, and he doesn't lose his temper with him, he lowers his eyes, the cinnabar mole becomes more and more bright, and sighs softly, afraid that Chong Duan will hear it.

He sorted out his emotions, and replied: "The things in the world that I used to play with when I was a child, you brought them back to me in the world one year, and I often put them under the throne of the prince. The thing turned into a spirit, and disappeared in a hop, and I don't know where it went..."

Rong Qianji wanted to laugh, but couldn't, so he could only whisper, "At that time, I was thinking, look, I don't even want to make up grasshoppers."

On that day, Chongduan frowned tightly, regardless of whether there was anyone around, he stretched out his arms to wrap Rong Qianji into his arms, stroked his black hair, patted his back comfortingly, wanted to say "I'm sorry", wanted to say "I'm sorry" want you"……

But, he couldn't tell.

Chong Duan just hugged him and said, "What I gave you was never a dead thing."

Rong Qianji has too many memories, thousands of piles piled on top of each other, and he remembers every scene carefully, but the heavy breaks are intermittent. Occasionally, when he thinks of some things, they just pass by in a flash, and he can't remember them clearly.

But the only thing he can be sure of is that he does have this person in his heart, even if he has lost his love.

Rong Qianji stayed in his heart erratically, for a while, for a while, it seemed to take a lot of energy to remember and think about it, but he was always tightly dragged by something, grabbed the tail of his clothes, and was stubborn. He refused to let him advance half a point.

After returning to the Heaven Realm, Rong Qianji relieved himself of the restraining order. He rarely went out to see the new look of the Heavenly Palace, and he couldn't explain what he felt in his heart. He only felt that the layout of the palace was very similar to when he was a child.

For example, the glazed god grass is seven or eight feet high, and it is placed beside the Panlong pillar. He used to be mad at the same time, and often almost bumped into it. The nurse in the palace followed behind and shouted a few words of persuasion Not moving the two little masters, Chong Duan put it away when he knew it was good, turned around and ran in the opposite direction around the divine grass, and as soon as he stopped, Rong Qianji threw himself into his arms.

The feelings at that time were so simple, Chong Duan only wanted to protect Rong Qianji from life to life, and Rong Qianji was glad that he was that person.

I won't repeat the later stories, the emperor was furious, and a fatuous order that was not awake, wronged the lives of two people.

Thinking of this, Rong Qianji stood outside the hall for a long time, his eyelashes were covered with snow, and also covered Meishan.

He felt the recent turmoil in the underworld, even when he was in the Heavenly Palace. The mirror was still glowing scarlet, and he hadn’t seen the heavy shadow for a few days. The man came back every night, and followed him after bathing and changing clothes. He got out of the dragon bed and just hugged him to sleep.

In the morning, he disappeared again.

In the middle of the night, Rong Qianji occasionally heard a strange movement, reached out and touched the severed tiger's tail protruding out, grasped it with the palm of his hand, and with a muffled snort, the tiger's tail swept away the embroidered pillow and bedding on the bed, and one palm melted into a beast's claw, Clinging on Rong Qianji's shoulder, suppressing the urge to turn into a beast, he pinched the back of the neck of the person in front of him and bit gently.

The moment the tiger's teeth gnawed on his shoulder, Rong Qianji felt that his neck was about to be bitten off and died on the bed.

"Qianji," Chongduan kissed his neck.

He seemed to smell the sandalwood on his body, and felt much more comfortable. He closed his eyes and panted, his voice hoarse: "Do you want to become a dragon?"

Rong Qianji knew that Chong Duan was afraid that he would not be able to hold back the beast and accidentally hurt him later, so he bit his lower lip and shook his head, saying: "I..."

Rejuvenation just said to himself: "It's like it used to be."

He held Rong Qianji, who was trembling slightly in his arms, and said: "I didn't think about it. But I always feel that a dragon and a tiger roam the world... Such a scene must have happened before."

"It happened before," Rong Qianji kept his back to him, and refused to change into a dragon shape. Instead, he turned around boldly and wrapped his arms around his broken neck, "When I was very young .”

Both Zhongduan and Rongqianji are divine beasts, and their body size can be controlled by themselves, while Rongqianji is a dragon king, and has reached a certain level. He is a dragon, and his shape is self-controlled. Light orange-red with glazed pearls.

When Chong Duan woke up that day, this was the scene in his eyes.

The flames of the vase candlesticks in the room were burning weakly, the sun had just risen, and the sky was not yet fully lit.

Rong Qianji turned into a dragon body, bigger than other people, his whole body is like mutton fat jade, his rabbit-shaped eyes are closed, his breathing is shallow, a pearl grows to the bottom of his jaw, the skin and flesh near the reverse scale in his throat is soft, Vulnerable and defenseless as if he could take his life at any time.

I just don’t know how many of the 81 scales are left, and the ribbon-like wings are also churned up and hung on the dragon’s body, and they are already in human shape after severed, so I stretched out my hand to straighten him slowly, and then I went to fiddle with the eagle again. Claw, feel cute.

The pair of dragon horns have already grown, and they are still intact from a distance, but some scars can be seen from a close view, and the recovery is rough, Chong Duan somehow remembered the familiar touch, touched it with the palm of his hand, Rong Qianji groaned, feeling the pain, Muttered: "Don't..."

A broken heart is like a sharp weapon.

Rong Qianji found out that Chongduan had returned from the Heavenly Sword Pavilion these days, and directly picked some weapons for him.

The arrow on the string was like breaking the silk and breaking the wind, and it broke the bow, so he asked Rong Qianji to come and learn. The latter had rarely seen these things in his adulthood, looked at the direction the arrow was pointing, and said in surprise: "You are not afraid that I will shoot the sun and the moon. come down?"

Chong Duan just said: "The world is yours, what is a mere sun and moon?"

The weapons racks he moved were all privately hidden magical weapons from the heavens. He had seen them when he was a child, and they had not been used for so many years. Now that he reunited with Rong Qianji, they are still useful. Wu Hook was thrown to Rong Qianji, the latter stretched out his arm to catch it, resisting the force.

Zhong Duan secretly rejoiced that his health had improved a lot.

Rong Qianji looked at the Wu hook, which was shaped like a crescent moon, with blades on both sides, and no front at the head, wondering why Chong Duan suddenly asked him to practice this, Chong Duan saw his doubts, and said: "The recent turmoil in the Three Realms, your supernatural power It’s not like before, you have to defend yourself well.”

After finishing speaking, he took off his iron-blooded black armor, revealing his upper garment, and hung a jade dragon around his neck, which he placed beside Rong Qianji that day. The latter was stunned and asked: "Why did you put the Return the Jade Dragon to me?"

After a heavy pause, "Sure enough, you sent me."

"You keep it safe!" After finishing speaking, Rong Qianji took the Wu hook, perhaps feeling the power, and his expression regained some of the charm of the past, "Come and try me?"

Without answering again, he lifted his sword and stepped on the snow, and with a three-foot blue sharp edge dazzled his eyes, he drew a magic formation of the underworld in the air, and said: "Qianji, come here."

Hearing this address, Rong Qianji's ears tingled, looking at the demonic energy behind him, as if he wanted to mention Wu Gou and fight this man, secretly thought that his whole body was not bad enough, so with a Wu Gou Hold it in your hands and jump into the air!

The wind is hidden in the blade, the arc is like wiping, the sharp weapon in Rong Qianji's hand is connected with his arm in a long line, deliberately deflected a bit, and suddenly stabs into the air beside him!

The latter dodged on his side, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, carefully picked out the loopholes in Rong Qianji's movements, turned his wrist over, the long sword arced out in the cold wind in the hallway, and put the hilt of the sword on Rong Qianji's neck with his backhand, lightly Make an inch.

When Rong Qian's halberd landed and splashed a puddle of snow water around him, he couldn't tell if he was happy or unhappy seeing how powerful the heavy break was, and said: "You have improved by leaps and bounds."

Chong Duan said: "It's all about practicing martial arts day and night, how can the amount of the underworld be comparable to that of the Heavenly Palace?"

He seemed to recall those days and nights when he was soaked in the sea of ​​blood, and wanted to say something more, but Rong Qianji said sullenly: "Don't stare at my face again."

Repeatedly puzzled: "Why?"

Rong Qianji was very calm now, lowered his head and wiped the snow on Wu hook with his cuff, and said: "Now practicing martial arts and fighting swords, if you don't look at me, I will stare at your moves, and you can still notice the surrounding environment from the corner of your eye... ...If you look at me, my peripheral vision will be on that move."

There was a strange sound of a long sword falling to the ground.

"Then you just look at me," Chong Duan said, "I don't want to practice martial arts anymore, so give me your peripheral vision."

The Heavenly Palace is no longer as continuous as winter and summer in previous years, but the winter is long, the nights are long and dark, and the days are getting more and more wrinkled.

"I don't know what sin I committed, the snow keeps falling, I'm almost freezing to death!"

"Didn't His Majesty the Dragon King give you a new waistcoat? Didn't you get it?"

"What does it have to do with the waistcoat! I think it's this," a little tree demon said with a choked voice, "A major event is about to happen in the Three Realms!"

Although the attendants were reorganized, most of them were little monsters with green temples and beauties from the underworld, all of them were smart and hardworking, at first they felt strange when they saw Xue, but after a long time, they complained.

Rong Qianji stood far away and listened for a long time, with pine and cypress branches on his head and falling snow covering his shoulders, with a little spiritual power, he listened to the whispers of those attendants.

The little tree demon bumped into Tang Jian while walking, and said in amazement: "My lord!"

Tang Jian used his mental tricks very well. The little tree demon was still reminiscing about his "great enlightenment" just now, and he was so proud that he was so frightened that he almost forgot when he saw Tang Jian. When it comes to these vain guesses, you all go back to the underworld one by one!"

The little tree demon didn't know the severity, and muttered: "The underworld is not so cold..."

Tang Jian was furious, and seeing his ignorant appearance, he thought he was just a talented dryad, so he waved his sleeves and said, "That's all! Keep your mouth shut!"

Rong Qianji listened happily under the tree...

It has been snowing for so long, indeed, people are also sleepy.

In the past few days, he seemed to be sleepy in spring, always waking up later than Zhongduan. He was dazed when the man covered him and changed his clothes, but he couldn't open his eyes, his mind was dizzy. let him go.

Chong Duan was more and more accommodating to him, staying for a morning at most, half an hour at least, until Tang Jian led someone to knock on the door, Chong Duan slowly broke off Rong Qianji's fingers, a One, caught to the mouth and kissed.

Over there Tang Jian finished tidying up the little attendants, and brought some fairy fruits to share with Rong Qianji. He said that they were heavy-planted peaches, but they were not yet ripe, so he picked them first and ate them.

Rong Qianji was taken aback: "The peach tree he planted?"

Tang Jian nodded, caught one and peeled it, and said: "It was planted a long time ago, when it was still turning into a tiger at night...a white tiger ran to Lingshan with the seeds in its mouth, and dug the hole for a day and a night. You say it is cute or not?" ?”

The speaker had a heart, and the listener also had a heart, Rong Qianji didn't come back to his senses, his heart was warm, and he said again: "But this flat peach is obviously not ripe, why did it ripen and pick it?"

"I don't know," Tang Jian covered the corner of his mouth, feeling a little sour, and frowned, "I don't quite understand what the general ordered."

At that time, Rong Qianji only said that Tang Jian was pretending to be so good, and his acting skills were so good, he didn't doubt at all whether it was real or fake!

He took a peach, looked at it for a while, looked at it again and again, and said to himself, this is a re-planted one.

The big tiger planted it for me.

He thought of the peach tree that was uprooted by the white tiger, and couldn't help but raise his lips and smile. It must be that the beast felt guilty at night, and took the seeds to fix it...it's really cute.

In this year, the first sun in the first month of heaven in January, the preface of locust trees in April, the singing of dragonflies in May, and the sub-spring of October.

It has been three days since Tang Jian picked those peaches, the world is born in spring and autumn is dead, and another year of Fanghua has passed. Rong Qianji found out that Chong Duan had sent some golden armors after briefly letting go of his control over his range of activities. The god soldiers strictly guarded the Nantian Gate, and even the Dragon King's bedroom was surrounded by the twelve demon kings again.

Rong Qianji was puzzled, he hadn't seen anyone from the Immortal Realm stealing up recently, the heavy security was broken, could it be that he was afraid of him escaping?

That's right, after Chongduan captured the Heavenly Palace, his revenge was unsuccessful, and now only the little dragon king is left... Put aside love first, Chongduan can't just hang Tiangong like this now, he has to choose an auspicious day and make a plan, is it necessary to let this The surname of Tianjie is heavy.

Rong Qianji tightly clenched his palm, feeling pain, he knew that Chong Duan loved him, it was not fake.

But Chong Duan now...although the entire Tiangong is armed and guarded, it has no intention of enthroning at all.

At night, he made an appointment to return to the palace with Chongduan, and before he could finish conveying his words, Chongduan took off his armor and hurried back from the clouds, put his sword back into its sheath, clasped Rong Qianji's wrist, and wanted to take him away. The place.

Today's Nantianmen has a stench, Rong Qianji smelled it and didn't mention it.

The wind melted into the moonlight, and the reflection made the side face hot.

They sat on the top of the Dragon King's palace, looking at the curly hills, the cornices and arches, and the corners of the palace carved with kisses, piled up with deep snow.

"Chong Duan." Rong Qianji called him, this serious and worried tone made Chong Duan tremble all over, as if his heart was caught by something.

Rong Qianji reached out his hand to wipe off the blood on Zhong Duan's forehead, touched the faint scar on his face with his fingertips, and asked, "Have you returned to the underworld?"

He looked at him, remembering that when he was a white tiger, the tear from between his eyebrows was almost healed now.

Chong Duan turned his face away, pretending to be calm and said: "You just need to stay in the bedroom."

"The tiger stripes on your temples are growing again."

Rong Qianji didn't want to ask him who he killed again, but continued to say: "The murder is too serious to be reincarnated. Although it is your boundary, it is true, but..."

Chong Duan interrupted him suddenly: "I'm no longer reincarnated."

As if giving up on himself, he added another sentence: "It is rare in the world to be long-lasting. I don't have this blessing."

Rong Qianji was silent for a moment, not knowing what to say, whether to comfort him or herself, and said: "Yes."

Seeing that Zhong Duan didn't answer, he continued: "If you can't stay with each other forever, then you can't do it. Now let's live as long as we can."

Rong Qianji quietly stretched out his hand to shake his severed hand, and said: "It's just that you have entered the Palace of the King of Hell, you still have to call me Your Highness."

Chong Duan didn't say anything, Rong Qianji squeezed his palm again, and Chong Duan grabbed it suddenly, the strength made him feel a little painful, just like the occasional "bullying" when he was a child.

His air of dignity grew, his eyes lit up, and he asked capriciously: "You are in the underworld, have you ever met Granny Meng? Are you familiar with her? Can you be accommodating and not give me a drink... "

Chong Duan pursed his lips, thought for a while, and replied, "I've seen it."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head to look at the hands he and Rong Qianji were clasping together, and the corners of his lips curled up into an imperceptible smile. You tell her that you are a broken person, and she will definitely bring you a bowl of clean water."

"Really?" Rong Qianji opened his eyes and looked at him, "Can I have two bowls?"

Chong Duan nodded: "Yes."

False, Chong Duan was completely lying to him.

How could there be two bowls, at most one bowl, but even if it was one bowl, it would not be the one for Rong Qianji.

The sky is bright.

Behind the gauze curtain on the dragon bed is the news of Huan Ai.

The room was full of spring, and the person lying on the bed had a layer of embroidered cotton quilt around his waist, revealing a section of his waist, and his nightgown was slack, with red marks from being pinched all over.

Yesterday Rong Qianji saw that Chong Duan had brought a new quilt, and thought it was too heavy, Chong Duan only said that it was getting colder and colder, so he needed to add new things.

Rong Qianji closed his eyes and let him kiss fiercely, let him break through, let him hug himself tightly, like drawing water, desperately plundering, like a stormy sea, once again dragged Rong Qianji from the bottom of the sea to the secular shore.

Both of them were panting badly, the red candles were flickering, and the waves were rolling, like a spring tide... There is no such thing as life in a desperate situation, and no love can be so deeply rooted.

In the twilight of morning, the person who woke up first stood up, sat up, took a red cape and tied it on his shoulders, stepped on the ground with cloud-patterned brocade boots, and sheathed his sword. The black air seemed a little gloomy.

He took some over-smoked sandalwood and put it under Rong Qianji's nose, then probed Rong Qianji's forehead, and he was sure that he was drowsy.

He leaned over and kissed his cheek.

It took some time to descend from the heaven to the underworld, and Chong Duan flew across the human world, blocking the chaos of the gate of hell with a sword. The little ghost guarding the gate fell down when he saw him, and said nervously: "General, general, the ghost fire was given by you again." extinguished..."

Chong Duan frowned: "Click on it."

Recently, he has a little bit of fairy spirit, and has been stained with Rong Qianji's sandalwood. Every time he goes to the underworld, whether it's a battlefield or the underworld, he always looks like a god.

The three worlds of hell, hungry ghosts, and animals are all in this world, and there is a fishy smell floating in the air, which Chong Duan is used to.

He has seen countless people of all kinds die, their spirits return to heaven, their bones return to the earth, some refuse to die, hang on the bank of Wangchuan River and refuse to leave, after a long time, they become lonely ghosts, forever Do not exceed birth.

In the past, he thought it was just some idiots still obsessed, but now he understands.

He has seen many dead people, and Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha... The one who saves the way of heaven is Sunshine Ksitigarbha. He once formed the Dharma Seal with his left and right hands, and held a jewel in his left hand. He appeared as the Great Brahma King. The eldest son, said that he has a thousand sins, but not a thousand sins.

The will-o'-the-wisp ignited in front of him again, and Chong Duan raised his sword and entered the palace of Hades. When he met Qin Guang Wang Jiang, he was an acquaintance who often saw each other. Pick that life and death thin.

The kid who was holding the book at the side became nervous, and said the horoscope of Rong Qianji's birth date, and asked, "Are you sick?"

King Yama nodded, and replied: "Yes, but it was all in the first 20 years, and there were almost no illnesses later. Ah, this year there will be a big, big, big..."

He stared at Shengsibo with red eyes, and leaned over to look again, only a few words: "No."

He said sharply again and again: "It has been changed."

King Yan Luo was taken aback, these fates cannot be changed, if he insisted on changing them, he could only move or postpone them, before he opened his mouth, he listened heavily and said: "It's up to me."

Since the gods who are in charge of marriage in the heaven also entered the human world, many affairs were sent to the underworld for handling. After the life and death book was changed again, the fingertips were burned red by the will-o'-the-wisp burnt by the forced reform. Continue to the next hall.

The second hall is the ice hell, the third hall is the torture of bone scraping, the fourth hall is stripping the pool of blood, the fifth hall is cutting off the body, the sixth hall is burning the tongue, the seventh hall is grinding, the eighth hall is stuffy pot and the ninth hall is burning...

Seeing some bloody things along the way, Chongduan walked tenaciously at every step, thankfully his Rong Qianji was so kind and brave, unlike himself, who single-handedly killed evil and disrupted the Three Realms.

The tenth hall is the place where the marriage book is temporarily kept. The wheel-turning king Xue has been here for a long time. There are undead who have been reincarnated in the tenth hall. .

Zhong Duan lost sight of it, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Meng Po God who was holding the soup, his heart tightened, and he was silent for a long time, unable to speak.

King Yan Luo from the tenth hall presented the book of marriage, but it was broken again, and he felt that the book was hot, so he just asked: "Does the little dragon king have a marriage?"

King Yan Luo was taken aback by the question, and he never thought that he would ask Rong Qianji again, but seeing his face was not very good-looking, so he had to look for it seriously, his eyes lit up, and his brows were beaming with joy: "Yes! 21 years old with a Immortal Suzaku is..."

Chong Broken brow jumped: "Changed."

"Ah? Change it to who?" Yan Luowang was stunned, almost unable to hold the cinnabar pen,

"Me." Chong Duan said slowly, "The White Tiger Supervising Soldiers, Chong Duan."

He raised his eyes and glanced at the wandering ghosts in the hall for a week. The ghost fire between the walls was still burning. Seeing that King Yama hadn't moved, he emphasized it again: "It's hard to start again, and its benefits are as severe as gold. "

It is the two who are of the same mind, and their strength can break the gold.

Yan Luo Wang was a little anxious, sweating on his forehead, how dare he provoke this person, the hand holding the pen trembled, and said: "General, there are laws and order in the world, joys and sorrows come and go, yin and yang are in harmony, love and love are white clouds and dogs, go down!" You don’t know anyone in samsara, so don’t be so obsessed with it... Ai!”

Chongduan held his hand, pressed the cinnabar red pen, and circled Rong Qianji's name on the marriage book.

Forced, and forcefully, beside him, he wrote down his name and characters with one stroke and one stroke.

Chongjing is his past... Chongdu is his present and future.

The underworld is gloomy and cold. After breaking through the gates of the ghost all the way, he was covered with frost and flew into the human world. He found a wine shop at home, and the boss was about to close down.

He lost some of his body odor, and his demeanor improved a lot. He set up a wooden stick, took out the silver and put it on the table. The sleepy-eyed boss took the money and said confusedly, "Young Master, what kind of wine do you need for a visit this evening?"

"It's for marriage," Chong Duan said, "For a good match from heaven, the Sheng and Qing will be in harmony."

"Young master wants to get married?" The boss smiled. Seeing that this young master is full of dignity and has to arrange the marriage by himself, he wondered which young master eloped with which lady, and woke up halfway from dozing off. By the way, I have a good flower carving here..."

As soon as the words fell, the money on the table was several times more, and the top-quality flower carvings hidden by the boss on the cabinet had disappeared. He didn't notice it, and saw the young man disappear after putting the money in. He thought he had seen a ghost, and his whole body trembled. Comforting himself, he said, "What a weirdo!"

Chong Duan carried the wine jar into the Dragon King's bedroom, held the mouth of the jar with one hand, and put one arm around Rong Qianji's waist. The thick crane cloak, the cold wind hit the neck, shivering.

Rong Qianji was stunned by the heavy incense during the day and fell into a coma all day long, only then woke up thinking it was daytime, and said, "Where are you taking me?"

Don't answer again.

Rong Qianji opened his eyes and saw that it was the Yaochi fairy cave behind the Lingshan Mountain, the holy water had risen a few inches, and the fireflies on the bank were beautifully bright.

His head was severed and covered with the dark-striped red cloak that followed him to fight in all directions, and it became the silk veil of the world.

Rong Qianji instantly understood and stood there stiffly.

Disappointed, he wanted to cry again, but he was afraid that his eyes would be blurred by tears and he would not be able to see clearly, so he opened his eyes with tears and tried to see Chongduan's face from outside the red cloak, but he could only see a tall one. shadow.

Rong Qianji was counting in his heart, counting the swaying fireflies, flicking his fingers for a moment, once, twice, three times, four times, five times... a thousand times, a thousand and one times... two thousand times.

For a moment, he felt that both of them had been waiting for this moment for 2000 years.

Zhong Duan moved, facing him, half-kneeled down, drew out the sword at his waist, and stabbed it into the soil, his voice was hoarse and solemn: "I Chong Duan, I have traveled through the three worlds all my life, and now I have fallen to this point, Gao Tang No, no blood relatives."

"I don't worship heaven and earth either,"

He said again, "I only want to thank you."