Teaching modern day-to-day life [Ancient and modern]

At night, on the neon psychedelic city streets, heavy rain poured down. The pouring rainwater hit people's umbrellas and made intensive impact sounds. A young man, wearing a suit and leather shoes, held a transparent umbrella in one hand, and put the other in his pocket, standing leisurely on the street, looking at the people around him casually, as if he was just a spectator on this rainy night in the city. It didn't seem to fall on him at all.

If someone stopped to look carefully, he would find that the rain did not really fall on him, but seemed to bounce off automatically, without splashing any of his clothes.

The man's standard snake face, even if he doesn't smile, the eyebrows are charming, his thin lips are lightly pursed, which seems to be a bit romantic, his short hair is slightly messy, the man looks up at the sky through the transparent umbrella , murmured: "It's really too much! It's like this every time. I wish I could be struck by lightning at the next moment. Haven't I failed enough times in these years? You should almost let me go!"

The man sighed, lowered his head, and there seemed to be a flash of nostalgia in his eyes.

Hundreds of years ago, he once had a master, who was the head teacher of Maoshan at that time. For him, he spent his whole life researching the so-called dragon transformation technique, just because he promised to help him transform dragons.The man's eyes were full of gentleness, probably because of his master's influence. Over the years, even if he reached a bottleneck in his cultivation and was only one step away from becoming a dragon, he was blocked in front of the dragon gate for nearly a hundred years. Anxious and violent, still gentle and humble.

At some point, unknowingly, his whole body seemed to be influenced by his master's behavior style. Even if that person passed away hundreds of years, his body still had his marks on him.

He and that person are like master and apprentice, and like father and son.

Of course, the man felt that the master must not be as good-looking as he is now!

"Fang Jiao." A girl's voice sounded like a bird's cry from behind.

Fang Jiao turned around and looked around, seeing the pretty visitor, his pretty brows were frowned, "Why are you here again? Every time you come to see my jokes, is it funny?"

"Who came to see your joke? The master said back then, let us take care of each other. How can I not come if you want such an important thing as transforming a dragon?" The woman in a red dress with high heels said and turned around. body, "Am I dressed up today?"

"Don't you think you are becoming more and more like Qingling?" Fang Jiao was helpless. A hundred years ago, he and Xiaohua were walking in the world, and accidentally ran into the homeless Venerable Qingling. The mountain where she is located has been developed by humans, and now there is a huge astronomical telescope there. She can't go back and can only wander in the world.

Thus, the pitiful trio was formally established, and everyone was a homeless demon, so they just joined together as companions. Therefore, Xiaohua, who was able to stabilize his form at that time, was deeply influenced by Venerable Qingling, so The present honor has been raised.

"So what? Sister Qingling said, cultivating the Dao without caring about my body, even if I dress like this, I still have a firm Dao heart, and my heart is like still water. Back then, my master praised me for my Dao heart!"

"That's why he said you were stupid and didn't understand anything other than cultivation." Fang Jiao rolled his eyes.

The thunder roared, and the time had come. Every time he failed, he would be injured all over his body, and then dragged back by Xiaohua to recuperate. He had been raised for many years, and then he continued to attack the last level of the dragon transformation. He was neither anxious nor bored. , but his obsession has never changed. He wants to transform into a dragon. From the day he became conscious, until now, he has never changed.

If he is a dragon, can he see the majestic dragon god that he accidentally saw when he was a little snake? If he is a dragon, can he call himself his kind?

Will we be able to meet each other one day and ask him, do you still remember the little snake that saw you thousands of years ago?Do you still remember that you opened the mind of that little snake with a breath of dragon breath?Let it embark on the road of Taoism, and it is also destined to follow your figure forever.

His master once asked it, what kind of coincidence made it embark on the road of cultivation, but he was very shy, pretending to be arrogant and arrogant every time, and would never reveal anything, he hadn't become a dragon yet, why? To be able to spit out the most cherished and most important secret in my heart, that is the most important and important secret!Even the master can't tell easily.

Probably, people who practice Taoism, regardless of human, demon, ghost, have their own obsession with Taoism, just like Qingling, the meaning of her existence seems to be only guarding the remnants of the longevity array, and for example, he, the way he pursued all his life returns to the root In the end, it's just goodbye to that Dragon God. Xiaohua has always been obedient, she used to live for her master, but now she lives to protect him, heartless and pure.

"It's time, let's start!" Xiao Hua took a step back, her eyes seemed worried.

"Yeah." Fang Jiao took the umbrella handle in his hand and looked around. According to his experience of a hundred years of failure, it is absolutely impossible for an adult to give him the power of speech and make him turn into a dragon. Whether there is a dragon here, he will either be regarded as crazy, or he will be ignored by others, and then he will be half dead by the lightning, and the dragon will fail.

Perhaps, children are more likely.

Fang Jiao walked towards the two little boys who were walking towards him holding hands.

What a coincidence, there happened to be two children coming over. The place to transform into a dragon was not chosen randomly. It had to be calculated according to fate. Fang Jiao didn't know whether it was good luck or bad luck. Be strong, if it's deep in the mountains and old forests, I'm afraid there won't even be a shadow of a person, let alone ask for some words.However, the place he calculated was at the entrance of the bar. He was either a drunk or a passer-by. It was rare for people who were willing to talk to him, and they were more willing to answer his words. Even if they did, most of them would scold him.

To see two children here and now is really a rare event in a hundred years.

Fang Jiao tried his best to calm down, so as not to scare the children. With a gentle smile, he squatted down in front of the two children, and asked softly, "Uncle, can I ask you a question? If you answer Uncle, Uncle will treat you to snacks." "

"We don't eat snacks, but Dad said no." The younger boy said timidly.

The slightly older boy also nodded, "Master said, you can't eat food from outsiders."

"Then don't eat it. Do your uncle a favor and answer his question, okay?"

The two boys hesitated, looked at each other, finally nodded, and said in unison: "Okay."

"Great." Fang Jiao laughed, coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and asked, "It's raining, is there a dragon here?"

The two boys looked at each other, and the look in Fang Jiao's eyes became more and more strange. Just as the older boy was about to say something, the little boy covered his mouth with one hand, looked at Fang Jiao seriously, and said, "When the sky rains and rains, there must be a dragon there." So, otherwise, where did the lightning and thunder and the torrential rain come from?"

Fang Jiao shrank his eyes, as if he couldn't believe it. The sky thunder roared again, but it didn't mean to target Fang Jiao.

"Fang Jiao!" Xiao Hua cried out in surprise.

"Who taught you to say this? How can you say the same thing as what my master said casually?!" Fang Jiao ignored the huge changes in his body, suppressed the changes, and tightly grasped the little boy's arms and shook them road.

"Uncle, you hurt me..." The little boy was about to shed tears of pain. Seeing this, the big boy rushed forward to beat Fang Jiao, shouting, "Let go of my junior brother."

Fang Jiao quickly let go, and the little boy said: "Papa said it. He asked me to come here. When I met a person who asked me a question, I answered it like this."

"Where is your father?" Fang Jiao asked hastily.

"Father said, if you ask, I won't tell you. He just said that the karma between you and the old man is over, and there will be no relationship from now on."

"I..." How can it be irrelevant, that is his master!

"Xiao Jing, let's go. The master has already done what the master asked us to do. Don't talk to him too much." The big boy hurriedly pulled the little boy to leave.

Fang Jiao was startled, and quickly looked at the child in front of him carefully. Even though hundreds of years had passed, Fang Jiao had never seen his master's appearance when he was a child, but this face, after carefully looking at it, gradually became somewhat familiar, it seems...

"Owner……"

"Brother Xiao Bai." The little boy tightly clutched the older boy's sleeve, as if he was a little scared. The person in front of him had a strange expression, as if he was about to eat him.

The big boy immediately stood in front of Fang Jiao, "We are not afraid of you, my master is the head teacher of Maoshan, if you dare to bully us, my master will not let you go!"

"Maoshan..." Fang Jiao muttered to himself, and actually shed tears. "It really is you, and only you can help me like this."

"Fang Jiao..." Xiao Hua trotted over and looked at him worriedly. He didn't hear the conversation between the child and Fang Jiao just now, but he was worried that there would be something wrong with Fang Jiao who kept suppressing and refused to transform, "Fang Jiao Jiao, quickly hide and go to the sky!"

It's about to change form, hasn't it been longing for thousands of years?Why delay here!What should I do if I hurt the newly formed dragon body!

Fang Jiao couldn't hold back anymore, even if he guessed the identity of the child in front of him, he didn't care about it for the time being, and disappeared into the crowd. The two children were in Maoshan, and they were not surprised. Holding hands and running away quickly, Xiao Hua was so worried about Fang Jiao that she didn't care.

High above the sky, Fang Jiao couldn't control it any longer, he let out a wild roar, but was suppressed by the thunder, the thunder was shining brightly, and there seemed to be a dragon's body flashing in the dark clouds in the sky, Xiao Hua looked at the sky worriedly, and waited quietly.

At the same moment, in another time and space, Lord Long sensed that there was a dragon in the world, he laughed lightly, pushed away the chess game that was about to lose, and said with a smile: "I'm going to pick up my little dragon, I won't play with you!" gone."

"Ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai, isn't it, this round has been played for several years, you can't do it if you can't say it?" said the Immortal Guangxiu on the opposite side dissatisfied.

"Then you wait for me to come back, and then continue with you!"

"It's almost there."

Fang Jiao's body was in severe pain, his skin seemed to be stretched open, and he couldn't help but want to scream, but suddenly the familiar dragon's breath came, it was the dragon's breath of the dragon that made him embark on the road of cultivating Taoism back then. Open your eyes and look at the majestic and smiling fairy in the distance, no!That was the dragon god, the dragon he had seen thousands of years ago!

Fang Jiao stretched out his newly grown dragon claw tremblingly, you, do you still remember that little snake you met thousands of years ago...

Another hundred years later, in the time and space created by the immortals themselves, Fang Jiao, with the body of a dragon, was lying leisurely on a huge bed made of ornate gold, with pearls and jade pendants on the roof, and countless luminous pearls inlaid beside the bed. It is so gorgeous that it blinds the eyes, but it is very in line with the aesthetics of the Dragon Race.

A wide-sleeved fairy came in and saw the long strip lying on the bed drying his belly imitating a human appearance. He walked to the head of the bed with his face unchanged, and asked softly, "Your little painting came to play with you. are you going?"

"That girl is stupid, she's very boring, let her go to Qingling, it happens that she has many male immortals chasing her, if there are one or two who are hurt by Qingling, maybe they just fall in love with her." She just got married."

Xianjun chuckled, "You are not willing to accompany her, but would you like to accompany me?"

Fang Jiao turned over, showing the dragon's back to the visitor, "Who wants to accompany you, my waist still hurts now! Go away, go away, don't disturb my rest."

The handsome fairy chuckled, swung his wide sleeves, and turned into a prototype. A huge golden dragon appeared, twisted slightly, and lay down on the slightly smaller green dragon on the bed, wrapping him tightly.