Jiugai Dragon Song

Han Yunshen had a very long dream.

Dreamed of Sanqing.

Sanqing is floating on the clouds.Those clouds are changing, as if they will never disappear, maybe they are changing, but no one notices.

The palaces are one after another, in various poses and with different styles, row upon row.

Every day, I watched the fiery sun being pulled by the sun god's horse and carriage, crashing through the clouds to come up, and then being unloaded from the hook and rope, and pushed down for nine days.

The moon god rests during the day and starts to eat the moon at night. The huge moon can never be eaten up, and there will be another one after eating, endlessly.What does the moon taste like?Han Yunshen was always curious, but he couldn't and couldn't eat it.

The galaxy shines in the sky, eternal to forget the age.Only Xingjun can lead ten thousand stars and change their course.

The sun rises and sets, the moon is full and the stars are hidden.

Who made the laws of the world?

No one knows.

Everything seems to be reasonable, under the leadership of the gods, meticulous.

But in the fairy world, unreasonable existence is allowed.

The flower fairy dominates the withering and flourishing of the flowers in the world, but makes them bloom forever in Sanqingli.

The four gods in spring, summer, autumn and winter work diligently in the world.In Sanqing, he always bullies the gentlest Chunshen.

So there is only spring in Sanqingli.

Both fish and birds are flying freely in the sky.

Longmen is very lively every day, but those fat carps never jump over it, because they know that jumping over is also a dragon, so why waste their efforts, so they all set up "Longmen array" there.

He dreamed that when he was a child, he still lived with his parents.

His father is the Heavenly King of Zhenbei, dressed in black armor, tall, straight, and extremely handsome. He is the dream lover of many people in Sanqing.

Han Qishuang likes to go to the world of cultivating immortals and the world of humans.When I came back, I would brag to my son every day.

"My son, my father was in the world of cultivating immortals. He walked out of the fantasy forest in three days and was recorded in the annals of history. People call me a real fairy, hahaha, don't you? I also killed the wolf demon king. I also deliberately split Qizhou into In this way, there is another piece of sea area in Qizhou...Ahaha...isn't Dad amazing?" Han Qishuang hugged her four-year-old son.

If it was the current Han Yunshen, he would definitely say that he got into trouble and said "deliberately"...

But the four-year-old Han Yun didn't understand deeply, he just admired his father very much, and looked at his father with a pair of bright golden eyes, which became even more sparkling.

"Let me tell you, the human world is really fun, and the little tunes there are really nice!...Hey, don't tell your mother that I'm going to listen to the tunes."

"Father, I also want to go to the human world!"

"Okay! Dad will take you there when you grow up. Hahaha."

Passing through the wind and rain corridor, surrounded by neatly trimmed potted plants, rockery ponds, paintings can be seen everywhere.

"What are you talking about again? You are so happy." A beautiful woman walked over with a smile and took Xiaohan Yunshen from Han Qishuang's hand.

"Father is asking me about today's morning class!" Xiao Hanyun touched his nose deeply.

Chu Yangui understood everything when he saw his small movements, and stared at Han Qishuang.

Han Qishuang looked away.

"Is your father telling you some little songs in the world again?" Chu Yangui turned around and left with Xiaohan Yunshen in his arms, "Those little songs are not good, mother will sing them to you, and Fairy Biluo will accompany them."

Little Han Yunshen lay on Chu Yangui's back, and waved to Han Qishuang who was standing there.

Han Qishuang: "..." Sooner or later, I will be pissed off by this brat...

Fairy Biluo's konghou song is so beautiful in ancient and modern times, Fairy Yunlan Chu Yangui can make the world intoxicated as soon as she opens her voice.

Chu Yangui has gentle eyes, and is kind to everyone, and is even more considerate to him and his father.

Fairy Biluo is delicate and delicate, rarely speaks, and is as gentle as jade.

The two are together, one plays the piano and the other sings, which is pleasing to the eye.

Han Yunshen didn't understand, why father likes to go to the human world to listen to little songs while there are such beautiful celestial music in the fairy world.

He didn't understand until later when he went to the human world.

The song of Niang and sister Biluo is pure and holy with snow on the top of the mountain.

It is cloudy and hazy in the middle of the mountain when the sky is fine, misty and nothingness.

It's the phoenix singing, and the birds coming to court.

And the little song of the world——

It is the smoke from people's cooking at the foot of the mountain, walking very slowly in the long river of time.

It is the misty rain in the alleys in the south of the Yangtze River, full of various styles.

It's the festive season, the whole country celebrates, the lights are like daylight, and sleepless all night.

Yes... someone smiled at him.

The man was wearing white clothes with wide sleeves, standing far away under the pear tree, smiling at him...

No wonder Dad likes the world other than the fairy world.

The beautiful dream was shattered.

When he was five years old, he awakened his primordial spirit, and it turned out to be a profound dragon!

Within a million years, there can only be one true dragon primordial spirit in the sky and on the earth, who can be the emperor who rules the Sanqing.

And the dragon in this million years has already sat on the golden fairy chair in the Sanqing Palace!The man he hated to the bone - Di Shi!

Now there is a second true dragon primordial spirit!

Visions of heaven and earth, thunder clouds thousands of miles away!The whole Sanqing was shaken.

How can the Sanqing Palace accommodate two emperors?

Di Shi fabricated a false image, saying that he was a dragon that violated the way of heaven!They should be killed!

The Vajra Rakshasas all over the sky, armed with killing weapons, came overwhelmingly!

In the dream, Han Qishuang was covered in blood, "Yangui, take your son and go first!"

Chu Yangui burst into tears, "Protect your soul! In the next life, I will come to you."

"Okay." Han Qishuang took a deep look at her for the last time, then turned around decisively and stopped looking at her, and stood in front of the two of them, "Go! Protect Yun'er!"

"Father!" Han Yun said hoarsely.

This time it was Han Qishuang who smiled and waved at him.

Tears welled up.

Chu Yangui ran away quickly holding Han Yunshen.

Vajra Rakshasa chased after him all over the sky.

Someone opened the Nantian Gate for them, "Thank you Xingjun!" Chu Yangui said, and escaped from Sanqing.

The dreamland turned blood red, Chu Yangui fell to the ground, spitting blood, exhausted the last bit of strength to protect Han Yun deeply in the barrier, and pushed it out.

"Mother!" Han Yunshen saw Di Shi's long knife penetrate Chu Yangui's body with his own eyes.Turning around slowly again, the blood-stained tip of the knife pointed at him.

Vajra Rakshasa rushed towards him from all directions.

The long knife broke the barrier.

He was sealed in the bottom of Huangquan.

Flash forward 300 years of darkness and depression.

He told himself over and over again:

Kill Di Shi!

Kill Di Shi!

Until a ray of blood broke the seal and broke all the darkness.

The sky is bright.

He saw the snow-white pear blossom petals flying in the sky, and a man in white with wide sleeves stood under the pear blossom tree and smiled at him.

who is it?He finally saw the face clearly.

It is Jun Xiangruo.

Han Yunshen woke up suddenly, sweating profusely, panting uncontrollably.

Gauze was wrapped around his body, and the primordial spirit in his dantian was wrapped in a wave of spiritual power, and he stopped trembling, and the chaotic spiritual power also calmed down.

He pulled out a clean suit and put it on.

Jun Xiangruo also just came over.He put on a set of clean white slim fit clothes, with a tall figure, narrow waist and long legs, and the sleeves were still tightened by the pair of jade wristbands.

Han Yun looked at him deeply, and coincided with the person in his dream.The same white clothes, but not the wide sleeves in the dream, but another style.

Have you ever seen him?

Maybe it's just a dream.

"Aren't you dead?" Jun Xiangruo sat down not far from him, holding a piece of parchment in his hand, and began to study it.

"Thanks."

Jun Xiangruo looked up at him, and realized that he was thanking himself for helping him protect the soul.

At that time, Han Yun fainted deeply, Jun Xiangruo probed his spiritual power into his dantian, and saw a ball of white light trembling violently, stirring up the surrounding spiritual power, so he used his own spiritual power to protect the ball of white light When I got up, it seemed that I made a mistake and did the right thing.

After knowing it, I realized that the white light was the "primordial spirit" I saw in the book before.He has only seen the primordial spirit in Han Yunshen, perhaps it is unique to those who practice the divine way.

He didn't know that it was actually unique to immortals.

"Show me your hands." Han Yun said deeply.

Jun Xiangruo spread out his hands to him with a puzzled expression.

Han Yun looked over deeply, and on that slender and fair palm, several bright red scratches had scabbed over.

It was scratched by his dragon horn.

If it weren't for his time in the back mountain of the Defeating Soul Sect, maybe he would now feel that Jun Xiangruo is also interested in him.

pity.No one in this world understands Jun Xiangruo better than him.He knew that no matter who was here today, Jun Xiangruo would do the same.

Han Yun looked away sadly.

Jun Xiangruo withdrew his hand again with a puzzled face, and continued to study the parchment in his hand.

"When you were in a coma, I looked around and there was no exit, but I picked this up. Look at what is painted on it." The parchment was thrown to Han Yunshen.

Han Yunshen picked it up and took a look, "This is not a painting, but a kind of writing." He sat up straight, "A very ancient writing."