Comprehension Dragon Soul

Looking at the sleeping Uncle Long, Si Minglang could only remain silent.His robe has various functions, the universe in his sleeves can store some emergency things, and the two eight trigrams arrays on the sleeves are even more ingenious. As a magic weapon, it is definitely a good magic weapon in the stage of Qi training. Some monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage might still be using this level of Magical Artifact if they are tight on cash.

As far as clothes are concerned, this magic robe can be regarded as a classic style in the cultivation world today, and it can automatically change slightly in size as Si Minglang grows. For a young boy who is still growing, it saves A lot of work.Moreover, the magic weapon has its own cleaning function, it does not stick to the dust, and it can be cleaned by rinsing the altar with magic power, and it does not need to be washed, so it is always fresh and refreshing.

The most basic function of the magic robe is defense. Although Si Minglang has never used it very much, under Si Yuting's disposal, the defensive ability of this magic robe can be regarded as the best among magic weapons, at least it can block the foundation-building stage monks one strike.But under Xiaolong's casual breath, he didn't have any strength to resist, and was as fragile as a piece of paper, which could be punctured at a touch.

Looking at the two big holes in the sleeves, Si Minglang could only sigh, and took out a spare robe from the storage ring. Because of the existence of the magic robe, he didn't prepare much clothes, and now he can only save After using it, you have to wash it frequently. For a cultivator, I don't know how much time was wasted.

When Si Minglang avoided changing his clothes behind the screen and came out again, he was completely stunned. Where was Xiaolong who was curled up on his pillow?Unexpectedly, within this short period of time, there was no trace.

The one lying on Si Minglang's pillow now is a little boy who looks like he's just four or five years old. There is still some pink, and the whole sleeping posture looks very peaceful.

However, this little baby was wearing a small red bellyband all over her body, lying on the pillow, feeling the breeze blowing on her back, and felt a little cool.He pouted in dissatisfaction, grabbed and scratched with his hands and feet, seemed to exhaust all his strength, tilted to the right, slipped from the pillow into the quilt, and pushed his hands and feet hard, arching his head and kicking his feet, and squeezed into the pillow Next, now the whole body finally feels warm up.He smacked his lips, as if he was finally satisfied with his surroundings, so he calmed down and fell asleep again.

Si Minglang just stared at the little baby in astonishment, without asking his master's opinion at all, he just slept like a big character on his bed, but he had come to his senses at this time, and signed a contract with Ao Rui The contract told him that the white and tender boy in front of him was Xiaolong who just destroyed his magic weapon.

Just as Si Minglang didn't know why Ao Rui became so small, he also didn't know why Ao Rui changed his shell when he changed his clothes, although he was the same no matter what form he was in. Just cute.

Regarding Ao Rui's change in form, Si Minglang probably has some guesses. If Ao Rui didn't lie to him, he really lost the Dragon Ball, lost the power accumulated over the years, survived by luck, and could only sleep forever , It took 8000 years of accumulated power to allow him to sign a contract with Si Minglang, and then he couldn't support his mana, so he turned into a little dragon.When the mana was accumulated enough, the little dragon transformed into a human form.

Thinking of this, as an "ordinary" human cultivator, Si Minglang couldn't help but envy the cultivation talent of the dragon clan. The only race that can practice continuously in sleep, apart from the giant tortoise clan, is dragons. Why not call it a dragon? People envy it.

Si Minglang also has dragon blood, but if he wants to stimulate his blood to the level of dragon, he has no hope unless he crosses the dragon gate.

Seeing that Ao Rui had been sleeping, Si Minglang didn't have time to wait any longer, and he didn't dare to leave too far, so he sat aside and meditated.In the city of mortals, there is not much aura. Si Minglang's daily practice can almost be described as useless compared to his progress at the Mizusawa Gate.But even though he knew that his efficiency was low, Si Minglang didn't let go of his daily homework, and he didn't dare to slack off to sharpen his mana every day, polishing it bit by bit to guide it, very hard.

Xiaolong Ao Rui slept for three full days before waking up. A pair of pure black eyes that were as clear as water opened. Noticing the strange environment around him, he blinked and stared at the lotus pattern painted on the pillow, motionless. After watching for a full quarter of an hour, some light appeared in his eyes. He turned over and sat up, only then did he notice Si Minglang who had been staring at him.

Although when the little baby fell asleep, he couldn't help teasing him a bit, but facing those eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, Si Minglang couldn't help but face the little dragon who was trying to straighten up and sit upright on the bed. He took a correct attitude and dared not be as presumptuous as before—although it seemed unreliable, after all, this was a real dragon that had lived at least 8000 years.

Although he was only wearing a small red bellyband, and looked only four or five years old... Si Minglang still had time to notice the patterns embroidered on Xiaolong's bellyband. He hadn't been able to see clearly that Xiaolong had been sleeping on his stomach for the past few days.On it are two small carps with very abstract appearances, which are quite childish.

Seemingly aware of Si Minglang's gaze, the sitting Xiaolong coughed dryly twice. Si Minglang quickly withdrew his gaze, his anger sinking into his dantian, and he didn't dare to move his eyes any more.Then I heard Xiaolong's slightly indifferent soft voice: "Isn't this apron pretty? I drew it myself."

Listening to this accent, Si Minglang confirmed that this dragon probably lived in the southeast sea 8000 years ago. Contrary to the careful analysis in his heart, he showed a sincere smile on his face: "This little fish is really energetic!" !"

Xiaolong's shining eyes dimmed in an instant: "These are two adult dragons with fire attributes." He didn't give Si Minglang a chance to make amends, and changed the subject abruptly: "It's really wrong to destroy your magic weapon." It's unexpected, but when I'm asleep, many reactions are not under my control." It was clearly a child's face, but it was so serious that even an adult rarely sees it.

However, Si Minglang always felt that something was against him. He had seen Ao Rui's appearance before. Compared with now, it seemed that not only his appearance and stature had changed, but also his mind seemed to have become smaller.

Not expecting to get Si Minglang's answer, Xiaolong lifted his chin slightly: "I still remember the contract I made with you. You are too weak now, so I will fulfill half of the contract first. Just come and collect the price of the contract." Not only is Si Minglang weak, but Ao Rui himself is not much better.

The little baby's face was empty for half a stick of incense, and then he continued: "It just so happens that your magic weapon is broken, come and learn swords from me." He coughed lightly, and imitated unconsciously. The rigid expression of the person who enlightened him: "The whole journey of sword cultivation is to be upright, willing to work hard, not afraid of difficulties and obstacles, so as not to get lost in the temptation of the power brought by the sword, and eventually surpass the predecessors. , to pursue the ultimate sword." He looked at Si Minglang seriously: "How, do you have any questions?"

Si Minglang silently raised his hand, and Xiaolong raised his face: "Say it." Si Minglang said innocently, "I am a Dharma practitioner." He added: "A Dharma practitioner who specializes in Yin-Yang and Bagua." Xiaolong The words 'Hate iron but not steel' were almost written on his face: "Naturally the sword cultivator is the strongest within the same rank!" Si Minglang could only remain silent about this, and he also had his own persistence.

Xiaolong's face was a little dazed, and he collected himself: "In short, you go and buy twenty mahogany swords first. If you become a Dharma practitioner, you can't learn swords anymore? There is no such reason." Si Minglang just looked at him in silence. , Xiaolong silently pulled his waist again, trying to make himself appear more imposing.

Si Minglang couldn't help sighing, it was a coincidence that besides the original magic robe, the best magic weapon he had on hand was a long sword named "Bin Shui". Using the waterfront is a natural choice.It is the same as what Xiaolong said, it’s not that Dharma cultivators can’t use swords. There was also a Dharma cultivator in Yanshui Realm. His weapon was a set of four very powerful swords. He also comprehended four different swords. The sword intent, combined with the sword to form a sword array, is extremely powerful, but isn't he still a Dharma cultivator?

After that mighty ascension, there was a saying in the Dharma Cultivation of the Yanshui Realm that Dharma cultivation takes all dharmas as the basis of the Tao, and using a sword is naturally one of the ten thousand dharmas. external appearance.However, this statement was strongly protested by the sword cultivators. In their hearts, the way of the sword is naturally the most powerful.Buddhist and physical practitioners expressed their protests one after another, but to no avail.

No matter what, Si Minglang agreed to come down and practice swordsmanship with Ao Rui.

It's just that before Si Minglang could figure out a way to raise enough money to buy twenty mahogany swords, the small town where they temporarily stayed suddenly became chaotic. A group of imposing sergeants in black armor locked the gate of the city, No mortals are allowed in or out.It also opened the restrictions placed during the construction of the city, and sealed the entry and exit of monks in the foundation period and below.The whole town suddenly became tense, and the prices of firewood, rice and other items tripled in an instant, and the supply was still in short supply.

Si Minglang's one tael of silver was enough for him to live on.If you want to eat something, or buy something, you can't.

He stood at the window and opened the curtain to look down. A small group of ten soldiers hurried past the street with solemn expressions.After a while, three groups of people passed by on the street, but the same thing is that their faces are quite ugly.

Si Minglang couldn't help but frown. Thinking about this situation, ordinary people would probably be more cautious.He wanted to take Ao Rui to leave first, but was firmly trapped by the magic circle, unable to leave the city.He was a little bored, and this kind of sudden situation always made him a little uneasy.

What broke the silence in the room was Xiaolong's voice: "What are you looking at?" With no shoes on, the loving little silver dragon walked in the void, stood beside Si Minglang, and looked down curiously: "These people are wearing shoes." Your clothes are so weird." He paused: "It's as weird as you. Do you humans all wear this?"

Si Minglang looked at him a little strangely: "We've always dressed like this. You...have always dressed like this? Are dragons popular?"

Ao Rui glanced at him, and said solemnly: "Of course not, I'm not yet a hundred years old, so I can dress like this, and I won't be able to when I grow up. The third brother and the others are very envious of me."

Si Minglang tried his best to suppress the upturned corners of his mouth, and complimented: "It's really extraordinary."

"Thank you." Xiaolong accepted his approval as a matter of course.