After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

"At most, I will take you with me when I run away." Wei Qing added.

The two looked at each other tacitly. At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and an injured dragonman came.

In the next few days, both of them tacitly did not mention this matter. The Eastern Emperor's Festival was coming soon, and waves of dragon people returned to the village, and the previously quiet plain became more and more lively.

When Wei Qing was helping Gu Xifei here, he could often hear the dragon people talking about it.

They would occasionally talk about Ziyunzong, but it was all trivial matters. Ziyunzong hid the death of Juexian Tianzheng and Mo Xuanfang so well that no one knew about it, even the inexplicable natural disaster before. know why.

Wei Qing tried his best to avoid listening to it, but every time the word Ziyun Zong came into his ears, it made his heart ache.

I hated the previous Dragon Lord and An Sheng in Youfu Cave even more in my heart, and even An Canrong's family was not so cute anymore.

During this period of time, He Jiyou's health has gradually improved, and his cultivation has recovered by one-third, but his words are much less than before, and his smile is also very forced.

When Wei Qing was in Ziyunzong, he bought a lot of house title deeds and mine spirit stones for himself. Although he lost a lot after Suitian Town, the rest was enough for him to squander.Besides, with his business acumen, if he seeks development in the future, it will not be difficult for him to be as rich as an enemy.

He Jiyou saved his life, and it was also for Senior Sister Yingluo. Wei Qing could support He Jiyou for the rest of his life, so he didn't know what his plan was, so he thought about finding an opportunity to speak.

Elder Anshun woke up a long time ago, but for some reason, he didn't bother Wei Qing, but ordered someone to take medicine from Gu Xifei every day to treat the wound.

Wei Qing was calculating the time to leave, when An Feng came to the door again, saying that there was not enough manpower for the ratball competition, and asked Wei Qing to help make up the number.

"But I don't know how to play. I don't even know what a ratball contest is."

An Feng said: "It's very simple, you don't need to practice, you can play on the field."

Wei Qing thought to himself, when the Eastern Emperor's Festival is over, it would be good for him to leave with An Feng openly, so he nodded.

One day before the Eastern Emperor's Festival, Wei Qing played bamboo weaving in the cave again in the evening.

He didn't want to care about who wrote "Drunken Country Spring", he only knew that this was the only song Mo Xuanfang taught him, and only in this song, they might meet each other across the air.

He blew the song back and forth several times, and couldn't help but burst into tears again.

When he opened his eyes, Xiao Xuanzi had disappeared, but there were four tall men standing in front of him.

They were wearing robes of different colors. Although the clothes were a bit old, the fabrics were of the highest grade. They must be the nobles of the Dragon Clan.

The leader was an imposing old man in black robes, behind him stood two equally tall middle-aged men, and the last one was Great Elder Anshun, who had recovered from his injuries. There was no special emotion on his face .

Wei Qing hurriedly lowered his head obediently.

Seeing that Wei Qing had finished playing, the old man in black robe said firstly, "My little brother, I am Antai, the king of the Black Marsh Headquarters. I was honored to hear you play this piece just now, so I have something to ask you."

He stood like a pine tree, his tone of voice was not angry but prestige, and his voice was resonant, which perfectly matched his status as a king.

However, it was rare that he didn't force Wei Qing to force him, and he and the few people behind him deliberately restrained the dragon's breath. No wonder Wei Qing didn't feel it before.

"So it's King Antailong." Wei Qing bowed politely.

Wei Qing believed in his heart that the Dragon Clan was not a good thing, so he would not respect it sincerely, but after all, it was someone else's territory, and his superficial skills should not be bad, so he bowed and replied: "What do you want to ask, my lord? Wei Dang knows everything."

"Little brother, why be polite." An Tai raised his hand to help Wei Qing up, "I just want to ask, who did you learn this song from?"

Wei Qing was asked by An Feng before, and now he knows it well.

He thought about it for a while, then lowered his eyebrows and said: "Go back to King Antai, Master An Zechuan taught me this piece of music. I played it very badly. I'm making a fool of myself. Is there any advice for King Antai? Xiaowei will definitely listen to it carefully." .”

Antai Dragon King stared at Wei Qing for a moment, then turned around and asked the people behind him: "Have you ever heard Master Zechuan play this song?"

Elder Anshun immediately replied: "I haven't heard of it, but Mr. Zechuan is a man of culture and martial arts, and he has some accomplishments in poetry and melody. He was praised by the emperor back then. I wonder if the emperor taught Mr. Zechuan back then. It is not impossible for Mr. Chuan to teach Xiaowei to his subordinates."

Just as Wei Qing wanted to agree, King An Tailong frowned and said: "If you haven't heard of it, you haven't heard of it. Anshun, you old man, stop guessing and farting all day long."

Anshun's beard trembled wildly and said: "My lord, how can I make random guesses..."

The word fart couldn't be said in the end, and the other two beside him couldn't help laughing.

Wei Qing was taken aback for a moment, not knowing what the Dragon King meant.

Antai ignored them, and looked at Wei Qing and said, "Okay, I won't ask any more, this is not the way our dragon clan treats guests. My little brother and I hit it off right away. When you come to Longcun, you are a guest. You just come with us." Going to the festival. At the banquet, if it’s convenient, I’ll play this song for my brothers again, okay?”

He laughed out loud after speaking, he seemed extremely happy, and even patted Wei Qing.

It seems that this song by the previous Dragon King is indeed very popular, and Wei Qing can't help but regret playing it often.But since the Dragon King was happy, he couldn't reveal his identity, so he reluctantly agreed.

At this time, behind Antai, a middle-aged man with a particularly burly body stepped forward. His name is An Kunlei, he is one of the three elders of Heimaolong Village, and the second elder after Anshun.

He also laughed extravagantly among the few people, walked up to Wei Qing and said, "Since it was invited by the king, we are naturally happy too. Little brother, let's go, let's go over tonight, don't call me Lord An Zechuan Lost face."

"You... what did you say?" Wei Qing was taken aback.

"Hahaha..." An Tai said: "Brother Xiaowei, you don't know yet, do you? Panlong Envoy An Zechuan recently visited various dragon villages, using the blood of the golden dragon as evidence to select a new generation of dragon emperors. It is a great day for the Dragon Clan, and it should be a great surprise for you master and servant to meet."

Just say that there is no such a good thing, I am pleasantly surprised by your size.

Wei Qing managed to calm down and said, "So, Mr. An Zechuan hasn't arrived yet?"

"Received the news, as early as tonight, and tomorrow at the latest." Great Elder Anshun finished speaking and glanced at Wei Qing.

Since the person hasn't arrived yet, why panic.

Wei Qing put on a smiling face and seemed very happy, "Alright then, I'll make preparations and I'll be there soon."

Antai looked Wei Qing up and down, and saw that he had half-tup hair, was wearing a plain black robe, had a stunning appearance, but was heroic, he was really a rare man.

Immediately said: "I don't think little brother has anything to prepare, this is very good."

Wei Qing was so anxious that his palms were sweating: "Master An Zechuan is obsessed with cleanliness. I have lived in the cave for more than ten days, and it is almost moldy. I have to clean it up, otherwise it will be too rude for master and servant to meet each other."

An Tai squinted at the people behind him: "Is there such a thing?"

This time, Anshun didn't rush to answer, and just stood aside silently.

At this time, the little red dragon An Rui suddenly flew in.

He lay down on the ground and kowtowed to An Tai, saying that Gu Xifei had invited him.

At the end, he added: "Mr. Gu said that Sister Xiangling's account is not correct, and his account should be paid off, but the account is in a mess. I am afraid that someone has embezzled it."

The old Dragon King Antai's complexion sank, and he said to a man behind him, "Tell me what's going on."

An Jiuxiangli, who was behind An Tai, stood up. He was also one of the three elders of Black Marsh Dragon Village, ranking third, after An Kunlei.

The third elder, An Jiuxiang, was in charge of Longcun's finances, and An Xiangling, as An Rui said, was one of his accountants.

Wei Qing saw that he had a square face and a broad forehead, but his speech was more refined and well-organized than others.

He sorted out the accounts for nearly three months in a row, fought for every cent, and had clear discrepancies. The final conclusion was that the accounts were clear, and he hoped that King Antai and the other two elders could check them at any time.

Wei Qing found that when it came to financial issues, the faces of both the speaker and the listener were very serious, no longer the laughing and joking just now, and even a few spirit stones were caressing, which shows that Longcun is very nervous about finances. Can't be sloppy.

But this explains one more word, Longcun, poor.

really poor...

Wei Qing lowered his head and listened, humming secretly in his heart, he deserved it, happy to hear it, he asked for it...

Before Wei Qing could finish cursing in his heart, King An Tailong patted him on the shoulder again with his big hand, and his face was already smiling like a spring breeze: "Okay, it's safe to have the second elder for the accounting problem. Mr. Gu has waited for it." I will go to him again tomorrow. Little brother, I hit you off right away, this king is really happy today. Come on, Third Elder, prepare me the boundless water, I want to entertain guests with the holy water of the Dragon Clan."

"what?"

The third elder stood there twitching.

"This...isn't that good?"

For the first time in this life, Wei Qing felt that his mouth was soft, "I heard from Mr. An Zechuan that the boundless water is very precious."

"Guests are more precious."

Dragon King An Tai couldn't help but grab Wei Qing's collar and throw it on the little red dragon An Rui's back: "Take him there."