Comprehension Dragon Soul

It cannot be said that the scenery of the demon world is completely different from the place where the monks live, but the customs and customs are quite different.Now the human race is prosperous, occupying the land with the most spiritual veins in the Yanshui world, and relatively speaking, the terrain is relatively flat, suitable for ordinary human races to farm and live.

The demon world belonged to the demon cultivators who were retreating steadily at that time, and were driven away from their original territory. It was originally used as a temporary residence, but it was a place where they lived for thousands of years.The environment here is not as good as the three continents occupied by the monks, but there are great wisdom among the demon cultivators, guiding the little demons to develop this land, and many years have passed, and many achievements have been made.

Like what Si Minglang and the others have seen before, the valleys where little monsters breed to collect materials, although it looks much more bloody and terrifying than human cultivation, but it is enough to feed their little monsters in a village, it can be regarded as a way to make a lot of money .

Although Si Minglang and the others are very unfamiliar with this land, fortunately they are following the team of City Lord Xu, and the leader is also a monk at the Golden Core stage, and the cultivation level is quite good in the demon world where talents are scarce. .Moreover, City Lord Xu is not a lone demon cultivator. There is an entire thriving family behind him, and a city that has been in operation for an unknown number of years as a stable income. In other small cities, he is still very respected.

Taking advantage of the large number of people, Xiaolong found out about the delicacies and specialties of various places very conveniently. Along the way, he made up for almost all the delicious food that he hadn't eaten in the past ten years.I don't know if it's because the hidden wounds in his body were healed by the fish, or because of other factors, Xiaolong's cheeks are obviously rounder than when they first came out of the cave, and his facial features are still exquisite and handsome, with a little baby fat, which belongs to that A popular and blessed look—at least in Si Minglang's opinion.

The influence of food and good appetite is not only reflected on his face, but also on Xiaolong's height. Leaving the oppressive environment of that small world, Xiaolong has grown to a full height with a little finger that almost reaches Si Minglang's ear. down.Although he was still a bit childish when facing Si Minglang, no matter who he went out like this, he would be treated as an adult.

Seeing Xiaolong's changes and recording every data in detail in his own special jade slips, Si Minglang was both happy and worried at the same time.When the little dragon didn't grow any taller, he was also worried, always thinking that it was because he couldn't find the little dragon's dragon ball.Now that Xiaolong has obviously grown up, Si Minglang also has some vague worries, this is growing too fast, can other aspects of his body keep up?Even if the damage in the body due to the lack of the dragon ball has been repaired, but can the dragon bead really supply the growth of the little dragon?

Si Minglang always felt that his special concern for Xiaolong was the normal concern of the elders for the children who watched them grow up. The lifespan of the human race was far less long than that of the demon cultivator. Perhaps the time he spent with Xiaolong was nothing more than twenty years. The end of Xiaolong's life is just a fragment, but this is already half of his life in this life.

The memory of the monk is excellent. When Xiaolong just woke up, he could only change into the length of his palm, and from time to time he would fall into a coma all day long, and it still hovered in Si Minglang's mind, almost as if it happened yesterday. In his opinion, it is not too much to take care of Xiaolong, but in the eyes of others, this is not the case.

This was the eve before entering the city. Countless demon cultivators from various areas of the demon world brought their own gifts and rushed to the outside of this world-famous capital day and night. Luodu has already opened its gates. A large number of rushing guests were put in, and the gifts brought by the other party were registered and stored in the warehouse, but there were still more teams of demon cultivators who had to stay outside the city, waiting for the city gate to open the next day.The only few demon kings in the demon world now have quite a few descendants, and the only one who held a wedding with great fanfare is Xiaoyue Wolf King.

They came at an unlucky time. By the time they crossed the precipitous mountain and could see the majestic and majestic city, it was almost night, and under the afterglow of the setting sun, they could only see the city as a huge silhouette coated with a layer of gold. No matter how many there are, even the eyesight of a monk can't see clearly.

I had no choice but to deal with it outside the city for a night. The managers here have been classified into various large and small camps. As long as you submit your own invitation to the managers, you can get a camp of your own according to the status of the leader. , and the Demon King will provide all kinds of basic food and other supplies to the guests.

In addition to the basic supplies, Si Minglang also roasted two wild rabbits he caught on the road for Xiaolong, sprinkled with spices and roasted them thoroughly by the fire. The golden and attractive fat caused a slight explosion in the campfire, attracting people's attention .However, Si Minglang didn't pay attention to the eyes of others. The roasted hare was slashed a few times with a knife along the texture, and a cold wind was drawn, which just rightly swept away the heat and excess oil inside the roasted rabbit. , so that it maintains a fresh and tender taste, but it is not too hot to eat.

Such fine processing shows Si Minglang's subtle control over various small spells, as well as his understanding of the nature of fire. However, seeing Xiaolong gnawing on the delicious barbecue, most people's first reaction is this. The guy eats too delicately, why doesn't my servant have such ability?

The demon cultivators' attitude towards various physical desires is completely different from the cultivators who are restrained most of the time. In their nature, there is still a beast side, and the same is true for the desire for food and drink.This person and servant are not their family's guest ministers, but just "invited" guests, and no one will order Si Minglang to bake one for himself. Xiaolong's cultivation is not fake, but if he wants to get delicious food, he must Not just this one method.

For example, the servant next to the eldest son reacted faster and acted more flexibly than others. He took the initiative to ask Si Minglang for advice on how to bake a rabbit as delicious as the one Si Minglang just made .

There is nothing wrong with telling people about this, so Si Minglang led him to bake one hand in hand, and the other party took it back to the eldest son, while he turned around and followed Si Minglang's eyes to see that he was enjoying it. Xiaolong, who was eating roasted rabbit, his face moved slightly, and he said softly with emotion: "What is there to be afraid of in the distinction of master and servant? If you treat him so well, you will eventually be able to impress him."

Si Minglang turned his face and looked at the man's encouraging eyes from the bottom of his heart, almost speechless. Since when did he care about the distinction between himself and Xiaolong's master and servant?And in the eyes of ordinary people, the biggest difficulty is not the obstacle of the same gender!Why was he skipped here?

The young monk soon realized that although this seemingly ordinary servant did not know what purpose was hidden behind it, the words he just said were probably made out of sincere feelings... It was himself Insights from life.And the object he was referring to was obviously only one.

Even if Si Minglang thought that the master and servant had a tacit understanding before, it wasn't entirely because they spent too long together, and the subordinate guessed that the master's intentions were extremely accurate, but he never expected that the eldest son had such a relationship with him.

With such an impression, looking back at the eldest son's relationship with his master and servant, every frown and smile seems to have a different meaning.

Even so, Si Minglang still didn't want to understand how he caused the other party to have such a misunderstanding. He and Xiaolong are obviously the normal feeling of elders taking care of younger generations.Thinking about it, the benevolent sees benevolence, and the wise sees wisdom.

The problem is, there are not only two big princes and servants who have this idea, the young prince who has said a few words to Siming Lang seems to think the same way. When it is late at night, everyone packs up their things and prepares to go back to the city. When they were temporarily staying in the tent, the young master suddenly handed them two cans of unknown ointment, and blinked at Siming Lang: "The subordinates of the Xiaoyue Wolf King are quite well prepared, and I will help you I brought some here." Then, without allowing Si Minglang to object, he put the two small jars into Si Minglang's hands, and left with a cheerful smile.

At this time, when the night was supposed to be quiet and everything was recuperating, Si Minglang stood outside the curtain of his tent. Inside, waiting for him was a little dragon he had absolutely no idea about. In the most majestic city, the shadow of the city wall spread, even covering half of their camp.A bright full moon hangs in the air, casting a faint radiance downwards alone.

It was supposed to be sentimental, making people involuntarily think of the environment of poems such as "Tonight the moon is bright, I don't know who's fall." But at this moment, Si Minglang can't feel sentimental at all. It comes with a magic circle that isolates the sound, as long as it is stimulated a little, I don’t know what those monsters think, it seems that this is more lively... Or they are showing off their abilities in certain aspects, one or two, Neither activated any sound-proof arrays.

Strange groans came and went, and begging for mercy mixed with crying could be heard from time to time, each with its own characteristics, making it difficult for the ascetic monks to accept.What is even more incomprehensible is that the two cans of ointment that the young master gave him, he can figure out with his toes what they are used for.

Seeing that Si Minglang hadn't returned for a long time, Xiaolong kicked the quilt annoyedly, and murmured half sleepily, "Alang, why don't you come to sleep?" Si Minglang casually put the ointment into the ring, and opened the curtain After walking back, he activated the magic circle of the tent, and arranged six or seven layers of other formations. In short, it's better not to let Xiaolong hear the noise from the outside world.

The sun rises and the moon sets, another brand new day.I don't know if he was infected by this environment, but Si Minglang always felt a little hot and dry, so he simply meditated and practiced all night, while Xiaolong occupied the middle of the tent by himself, sleeping in a mess, and he didn't know what kind of dream it was.

Si Minglang walked out of the tent as soon as the sun rose, and watched the sun gradually light up the magnificent city, filled with a thousand emotions in his heart...

But before Si Minglang finished sorting out the thousands of thoughts in his mind, he saw a familiar figure coming out of the tent not far away, and the other person didn't seem very surprised to see him, but lifted the pot in his hand , with an ambiguous smile on his face: "Shall I give you some hot water?"

The author has something to say: quotes from verses, the whole poem is Fifteen Nights Looking at the Moon (Wang Jian)

Crows roost in white trees in the courtyard, sweet-scented osmanthus flowers are wet with cold dew.

Tonight, the moon is shining brightly, and I don't know whose house the autumn thoughts will fall into.