Comprehension Dragon Soul

Yanshui Realm can be regarded as a big world with a long history. After countless years of accumulation, there are many storage treasures like storage rings, and the price is relatively not too expensive.The storage ring that Si Minglang is using now can store about [-] to [-] cubic meters of things, which is already a bit extravagant for a monk in the Qi training period.However, monks need a lot of materials, and if they can store more, they may be used one day, and this little space is just enough.

Si Minglang would hesitate a little while storing his own things, but there was absolutely nothing wrong with storing Ao Rui's things.He specially picked out a space for Ao Rui, and now there are bunny steamed buns that Ao Rui is reluctant to eat, dragon-shaped sugar paintings just harvested, green leaves and small stones he picked up from who knows where... the only valuables What is there is a small piece of gold made into a bowl shape, with delicate patterns engraved on it.

After Ao Rui got this gift from Si Minglang, he couldn't put it down. It wasn't until Si Minglang turned over that night and was woken up by a hard object in his chest that Ao Rui was reluctant to give this small bowl to Si Minglang for safekeeping. Instead of wishing I could shrink a little bit and sleep in that bowl completely.At his current size, his head and body are asleep, and a long tail is flung out from the outside.

Si Minglang only knew that kittens had similar preferences, but he hadn't found anything about dragons' preferences in this aspect from any classics. If he had known earlier, he might as well have bought a bigger one.But this day Si Minglang took Ao Rui to the gold shop in Chengzhou City again, but Ao Rui didn't care much about those same types of gold bowls, large and small, but liked the one he couldn't squeeze into, and Si Minglang also I had no choice but to give up.

The two searched all the way through the entire market, and didn't stop running around until the market was about to end.Ao Rui pinched a deliciously roasted sweet potato, and tore off the slightly charred outer skin, revealing the wrapped golden inner core that seemed to be still steaming.

Si Minglang sat on Si Minglang's shoulder. The temperature couldn't burn him at all. He ate the sweet potato in two mouthfuls. He patted his stomach and sighed softly: "The food of ordinary people, after so many years, is still very good. delicious!"

But this is just Ao Rui's dessert before dinner. As a real dragon, Ao Rui's belly is much bigger than his current appearance. Digest that bit of mortal food, and then eat as much as you want.

At this moment, a woman in front seemed to be calling anxiously: "That young man, you can't take care of the child like this!" Si Minglang raised his head, but saw a small stall set up on the street in front of him. His eyes were not bad, and he saw the menu written on the bamboo sign hanging on the stall.

"How about going to see her wontons?" Si Minglang hugged Ao Rui from his shoulders into his arms.Xiaolong glanced at him with shuilingling eyes, but did not express any objection.

This is indeed a small wonton stall, which also sells glutinous rice balls, bean curd and so on. It should be a breakfast stall, but it has been scattered in the market. stand up.

At this time, there were no other customers in the stall, and the tables and chairs were all cleaned up without any greasy oil. The firewood in the stove was crackling, and the woman wiped the water from her hands with her apron. He asked softly: "What would the guest officer want?" Si Minglang smiled slightly: "Just some of your wontons."

Unfortunately, the woman's wontons were sold out, so she had to wrap them up and cook them.After Si Minglang expressed that he didn't mind, seeing that there were no other customers in the small shop, the enthusiastic woman spoke again: "This guest officer is not me, you young men just don't know how to take care of children... She paused: "Who is this child?"

Who is Ao Rui?Si Minglang couldn't figure it out now, he said he was the contractor who would help his family to complete the exercises borrowed from the Dragon Clan?The little dragon he took care of patiently?A senior who was 8000 years ago?In the end, he just said vaguely: "He has some connections with my ancestors, now follow me to look around."

I don't know how many love-hate entanglements the woman understood from his words, she dragged her voice, and then said with a serious face: "Since there is no guidance from the elders, this woman wants to say something. gone."

Glancing at Si Minglang's movements of holding the child, the woman pointed out seven or eight mistakes to him, large and small. Under her remote guidance, Ao Rui, who was far more skinny than ordinary children, changed his posture and huddled in Si Minglang's arms. inside.

Xiaolong's clear eyes looked left and right at this slightly unfamiliar environment, and he shook it with a little strength, and it was much more stable than before, but it didn't cover his perspective of looking left and right, and he was very satisfied.

Si Minglang looked at his small appearance, and remembered the angle of the current action and so on in his heart.

This was just the first step of the woman's pointing, and she immediately pointed the finger at the little bellyband Ao Rui was wearing: "People in this city have a plan to make it easier for their children to wear it, and that's when the children are still young." When he was born, he was at most one or two years old. This child must be at least four years old, and he has already remembered things. If possible, he should wear some suitable clothes."

He was educated in every aspect of basic necessities, food, housing, and transportation, and Si Minglang almost took out a small notebook to record them all.The woman finally stopped chattering, threw the rolling pin in her hand aside, and said: "Well, go to the newly opened clothes store up ahead to buy some clothes for this child. The store's name is Xu Cheng. He is an honest person, and he seems to be able to do things, so it will be no problem to buy it for your children to wear."

Si Minglang stood up and bowed to her, the woman blushed, and hurriedly dodged away, saying repeatedly that she didn't dare to act.Only then did Si Minglang hold Ao Rui and stood up and left. In the end, they didn't eat any food from this shop, and no other customers came in again. The woman who was the owner made wontons for a long time, and the last one was gone. Did not cook.

But for such a strange phenomenon, neither the host nor the guest expressed the slightest doubt.

Si Minglang and the others turned this street corner, but it turned out to be a somewhat bustling street. It was late at night, but it was not the hour of curfew. There were quite a few pedestrians coming and going on the street, and there were also vendors selling various snacks for supper. , There are many people in the shop stalls.Looking at the prosperity of this street, it is almost unimaginable that it is only a corner away, but the other end is deserted.

According to what the woman said, Si Minglang quickly found the tailor shop that sold both cloth and ready-made clothes.It's just that it's different from the "newly opened" that the woman said. Under the signboard of the shop, there is a line of large characters, which clearly read the words "Hundred Years of Inheritance".There are monks from the Chengzhou sect, even if the people in this small town can't figure it out themselves, the monks have witnessed it with their own eyes. Being able to hang such a plaque must be genuine.

Si Minglang didn't take it seriously, and went straight into the store. Under the hospitality of the store owner, he bought ten sets of clothes for Ao Rui, as well as a complete set of underwear, socks, shoes, winter jackets, Cloaks, gloves and scarves, I also bought some accessories that I liked.

The store owner seemed to have never seen such a cheerful customer before. The young man in his early twenties couldn't suppress the joy on his face, especially the white fox cloak that was specially made for children. It was to take advantage of the damaged fox fur. , I didn't expect it to be almost a year since it was made, and no one bought it. If it is put down again, this fur will be lowered.

Two pieces of clothes were a little too big. The young man searched left and right, but couldn't find the tools he had in hand. His grandfather who was sitting behind the shop came out and handed them to him himself.While the young man was helping to change his clothes, Si Minglang greeted the old man: "Your name is Xu Cheng?"

The old man grinned his teeth-less mouth: "That's my father." He knew about the existence of monks, and he regarded Si Minglang as a fairy with good looks. When Si Minglang asked about the woman selling wontons at the corner Man, he didn't find it strange anymore.Frowning and thinking for a while, the old man told the story of the woman.

In the eyes of their children, the woman selling wontons was not easy.When she was young, she was a well-known beauty, but she refused to marry a mortal, so she found a monk, but that monk was not of the right way, and disappeared after three or two days of marriage.But she left another child for her. The girl was a bit strange by nature. One leg was thick and the other was thin, but she was very beautiful. When she was 16 years old, even if she was physically disabled, many people proposed to marry her—but she was a The seniors of the Chengzhou faction saw through the real body, she was a goblin with the blood of the fox clan, and her tail was hidden in the thick leg.

Even if the identity of a monster is discovered, even with the protection of mother and the guarantee of friends for many years, but there are so many people in the city, more people care.This neighborhood couldn't stay any longer, the little girl was accepted as an apprentice by a Taoist priest who didn't know where, and suddenly disappeared one night.

This woman didn't marry any more, she set up a small stall by herself, used the money she earned to set up a simple nursery, and adopted a few orphans, saying that it was for her little daughter to accumulate virtue.I died when I was less than 50 years old.Everyone said she was sad.

The old man had seen that woman's daughter when he was a child, and he couldn't forget that appearance, so when Si Minglang asked him, he could tell one, two, three.

Carrying a load of clothes, Si Minglang walked out of the shop with Ao Rui in his arms, out of the city gate, and stood up from the ground, but he never looked back at that deserted street corner.

For these passers-by, these stories are just stories.At this time, Si Minglang would never have thought that he would meet someone related to this story in the future.