East China Sea dust

In the depths of the bamboo forest, a bonfire was burning beside a huge lying black stone.

The stone blocks the cold wind of the winter night, and is licked by the orange-red flames leaping up.

Under the moonlight, I saw that the deer demon turned back into a human form, but Ao Dingbo wrapped it in a thick cloak twice and three times, and tied a few slipknots firmly on the outside with hemp rope.

Tong Ling couldn't bear the humiliation, and wanted to struggle for a while, but found that only one mouth could move all over her body, her eyes suddenly showed despair, and a gray mist emerged from the bottom of her eyes.

Ao Dingbo lacked great virtue, knowing that the deer demon's power was exhausted and he would not return to his original appearance of the little white deer for a while, so he tied the man up and stuffed him next to the fire, and swaggered Kneeling down next to the person, he poked a soft spot on the boy's cheek in a cheap way: "Xiaomian, I can't cure you."

Tong Ling's chest was suddenly filled with anger, she pursed her thin lips and turned her head, her desire to refuse to communicate with Ao Dingbo was very obvious.

Taking advantage of the situation, he looked around the surroundings full of whirling leaves... It can only be said that a boy is still a boy after all, and before holding back for a long time, Tong Ling couldn't help but choked with Ao Dingbo when the cold wind blew past: "Dangtang Nanhai Dragon King, just sit on the ground at night like this, eating and sleeping in the open?"

"Come on, you're going to be there," Ao Dingbo broke a bamboo branch and turned the bonfire in front of him once or twice, and then the tip of the branch pointed to a dark open space not far away: "What do you mean by repairing the fire?" Because I have little knowledge, here, have you noticed the spiritual power of the enchantment in front of you?"

"Believe it or not, young master, I just brought you in, and as soon as the Dragon King of the East China Sea got angry, he immediately jumped out and killed you."

Ao Dingbo casually took out a crumpled piece of cloth from the bandage of the sleeve of the jacket, set it on fire and melted some snow, and wiped off the blood stains on the boy's mouth rather unskillfully: "Speak .”

"Where is that bald donkey? Are you here again as a bait or as a hostage? Hey, it's true that the evil spirit is still lingering..." Chilong murmured to himself, his ability to turn over old scores is first-rate , and does not affect his hand movements in the slightest.

Tong Ling leaned back in front of the stone and listened to him talking to himself expressionlessly, closed her eyes, then bit her lower lip and interrupted: "He's really not around."

"I'm the only one who came to Ye City this time."

"It was... driven out by the monk himself."

The young man's voice was difficult, and he said every word in a bumpy and difficult way. His eyes were fixed on the jumping and rising flames in front of him, and his expression was sullen: "He said, if he doesn't let me go, I'm afraid he can't help but take my life himself .”

Even though Ao Dingbo has seen many storms and waves over the years, he was still shocked by Xuanlan's ruthless demeanor. He first let out a "Yo" in pretended surprise, and then said: "Tsk tsk, even if it is a human monster, there is a difference." , This bald donkey even kills his own people? How ruthless it is."

"..."

Tong Ling glanced at him, remained silent for a while, not knowing what was going on in her mind, and then frowned after a while and said in a low voice, "Why don't I tell you a story."

Ao Dingbo was noncommittal.

"Once upon a time, there was a village named Wujia Village. There were hundreds of households in the village, and the population was prosperous. The whole village was surrounded by mountains and rivers, close to towns, and relied on farming and weaving to exchange money into the city. It was considered self-sufficient."

Suddenly one day, rumors spread in the village.

It is said that a very deceitful monk came from the abandoned temple next to the ancestral hall.

This was discovered by a little beggar in the village——

The oldest beggars are no more than [-] or [-] years old. They eat too much and are lazy.

However, it was just a few drops of hypocritical tears shed in front of the monk, and the next day, he bought the monk's jade Buddha beads and sold them to the pawnshop in the town for several ingots of gold. .

So there is a saying that has come alive in the village.

It is said that the monk is kind-hearted, but also the monk is stupid.

On the third day, it was Blacksmith Li, who said that the body of the Zen stick was made of black iron. It happened that the pigsty in his house needed to be repaired urgently, otherwise the fence would be damaged and no repairs would be made. .So miserable, so pitiful.

On the fourth day, the widow Wang fell in love with the white cassock worn by the monk. After all, it was too expensive to make a set of clothes in the city, so she wore burlap for more than ten years.

fourth day...

fifth day...

The desire of the villagers became more and more undisguised, like greedy jackals and wild dogs, wanting to drain all valuable or worthless treasures from this foreign monk.

— until the last day.

"On the last day, the plague came along with the famine." Tong Ling's pale and thin face was illuminated by the flames, and the light and shadows on it were mottled. It can save lives."

Hearing this, Ao Dingbo's expression became indescribable: "...So? That bald donkey really cut his flesh and let his blood out, sacrificed his life to save others?"

"So," Tong Ling looked cold, and changed the topic: "He slaughtered all the people in Wujia Village."

Ao Dingbo frowned: "Huh?"

"The plague is spreading, and the situation in the village has been out of control. Near Wujia Village, there are bigger towns with more people."

"A village, but only a few hundred people." The corner of the young man's mouth twitched, and he showed a smile that was not a smile, a little mocking: "In a town, there are thousands of people waiting for his compassionate holy monk to protect him." Wan, much more than this small village."

"The harm between the two powers is the lesser, and everyone knows this truth."

"If his savior and master tells him that there will be a catastrophe in the world in the near future, he must obtain the True Dragon Golden Pill to save the common people."

"Even if it is a real dragon, it is just a foreign race, a monster, and it is used to quell chaos and quell disasters. How can it compare to the prosperity of the human race for millions of years, free from disease and disaster?"

"What do you think, with a heart as clear as Buddha's, what would he do?"

Tong Ling said a lot in one breath, and the cold wind poured down from his throat, causing a strong itching.

He bowed down in a posture where his whole body was restrained, and he couldn't help coughing until blood oozes from the corner of his mouth again, then panting and sneering: "Ha, Xuanlan He also said that I am a monster after all, not a human being. If one day deer blood and deer heart are needed to be used as medicine to cure diseases and save lives, he will definitely not show mercy."

Even if Xuan Lan personally rescued the young deer from the bottom of the trapping pit, took it with him to take good care of it, and even spent most of his spiritual power on it, diverting his wisdom, and one person and one deer depended on each other for their lives. It's been a long time... It's a pity that monsters are still monsters, after all, they can't compare with the same family in Xuanlan's heart.

Ao Dingbo quietly listened to the young man's ramblings for a long while, and when the voice stopped completely, he fiddled with the bonfire a few times with a branch, and said with a cold face, "Little monster who is less than a hundred years old, you know nothing."

"The cultivation level is not high, but there are many fallacies, a broken mouth that is in the same strain as that bald donkey."

"It's useless to say anything anyway," Tong Ling didn't care about the sarcasm inside and outside of Ao Dingbo's words, her pupils seemed to be a pool of stagnant water, and said numbly: "I came to Ye City this time to seek my own death, you nonsense Say less, just kill me."

"There is no distinction between good and evil," Ao Dingbo said, stretching out his hand, and pinched the soft flesh on the young man's cheek indiscriminately: "No matter how hard you think, you will be able to release poisonous fog in the city of Ye, and kill the souls of the living for your own selfish desires." To be buried with him, and to try to dig out the golden core of the real dragon, and put it on top of Dufeng?"

"Why do you say that?" The young man seemed to be suddenly stimulated by Ao Dingbo's words, and stared at him with red eyes: "Spirits, monsters, mortals, and even gods... It's all just for their own benefit. But the positions are different, why must you be good, and I must be evil?"

"Hey," just thinking he was making trouble for no reason, Ao Dingbo saw that Tong Ling was about to fall into the fire because of being too excited, so he stretched out his hand helplessly, pulling the person back in front of him by pulling the knot, while Wiping off the black ash on the young man's cheeks, he casually said: "Yes, yes, you have a reason for your high voice."

Just when Tong Ling slammed her head into the man's shoulder, feeling aggrieved, and trying to rely on herself to struggle to sit up straight, suddenly there was a faint sound of clapping hands from the zenith, mixed with Bi Ao Ding Bo wanted to say "well said" more casually.

Following the falling snow, the bamboo shadows moved, and a black shadow suddenly fell from the top of the bamboo and stood lightly on the black stone.

Zhang Qinglan squatted down, bent her hands casually on her knees, looked down at the little deer demon who was tied into rice dumplings, drooped her eyes, and said in a flat voice:

"It is said that people do not destroy the world for their own sake. However, since all living beings are equal, it is only natural for other races to act like this."

As soon as the words fell, a cloud of soft and cold snow fell on at least the top of Nian's forehead, making him groan uncontrollably.

Tong Ling looked at the face that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and she was dazed for a while before she realized that she turned her face away with some unease: "Then why don't you let me go?"

Zhang Qinglan smiled, jumped down from the stone, first nodded to Ao Dingbo at the side, and then squatted next to the deer demon.

The young man shook the snow on his shoulders, and said casually: "Unfortunately, I am a villain whose mind is smaller than the tip of a needle, no matter good or evil, you have cheated me a lot, why, why don't you let people ask for it back? "

After speaking, a long-lasting fire pocket suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand, he blew lightly on the floating ash a few times, and while Tong Ling was not paying attention, he conveniently put a red seal on Xiaolu Yaoguangjie's forehead.

A set of movements is smooth and smooth, which makes Ao Dingbo stare at him in a daze.

The little deer demon's eyes widened in an instant, and he felt a warmth between his brows, and the warm current immediately spread along his veins, bones and blood, until it wrapped his soul inside.

Zhang Qinglan raised her hand and brushed off the snow that covered the young man's white hair: "This is the seal of the soul. Those who have been cursed are not allowed to use the demon power for a hundred years. It is not only to prevent you from continuing to do evil, but also to punish you for not knowing people clearly."

As the imprint left by "Huozhezi" gradually took effect, Ao Dingbo caught the aura of the Canglong in it, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"How about leaving tomorrow?" Zhang Qinglan casually patted off the snow foam on the corner of her clothes, and seeing that Tong Ling was still immersed in the warmth brought by the seal of the soul, she suddenly said something out of nowhere.

"...Where are you going?"

"Luliao Mountain."

Sitting in the snowdrift, Tong Ling was obviously stunned when she heard the name. After a while, her expression finally softened, and she nodded imperceptibly.

Zhang Qinglan even left him something——

First, he tore off the "zongzi skin" and took the child out, then tied a copper bell the size of a bean to his thin wrist, and said softly: "Since I gave you the Seal of Soul Seal, then From now on, you can ring the bell if you are indecisive."

Ao Dingbo folded his arms and leaned against the corner, whistled when he saw this, and joked: "This is a good thing, brother... Cough, you are willing."

The young man still had the same look of sitting in the snow, until the young man turned around and seemed to be about to leave before he hurriedly stood up, and shouted awkwardly: "Wait a minute."

Zhang Qinglan lowered her eyes, "What else is there?"

The young man frowned, and stood still. After a while, he stretched out his hand directly, broke off a soft horn in front of his forehead, stepped forward and stuffed it into the young man's hand indiscriminately.

The boy frowned and stood still,

"There is Gu in the Spirit Yin Bracelet... I use my antlers as medicine, if you forcefully detoxify it, it's not good for the remaining Gu to remain in the soul."

Seemingly unprofessional, Tong Ling spoke bluntly, pushed the antlers forward, but what she said was: "Do you want love or not."

Zhang Qinglan has never been polite, spirit deer velvet is rare.Dang even put the small piece of silver-white antler into his bosom, and said cheekily: "Thank you."

Gently rubbing the fluffy and soft silver-white long hair on the young man's head, Zhang Qinglan flew up under the gaze of the other party.

Before leaving, I heard Ao Dingbo's bluffing voice echoing in the bamboo forest: "This thing can be broken if you say it?"

"Doesn't it hurt? It hurts."

"It doesn't hurt? Does it really hurt?"

"If it doesn't hurt, break one off and taste the saltiness?"

"Ao Dingbo!"

"Tsk, stingy."

"……you!"

Zhang Qinglan stood on the tip of the bamboo leaf with one foot, and chuckled lightly when she saw this.

Then he turned around and took a few steps, and finally leaped away from the spot, his back completely buried in the barrier of the Dragon King's Mansion.

……

Wrapped in the cold, the young man casually closed the carved wooden door on his back.

Scattered wind and snow crept in through the crack of the door, and fell onto the bricks and stones inside the house that were warmed by the earth dragon, turning into a puddle of water in the blink of an eye.

Before he could take off his clothes, a figure suddenly came up behind him, hugged him into his arms, and left a low sigh in his ear.

The man's firm chest was pressed against his back, and Zhang Qinglan lowered her eyelashes, looking at Ao Zhan's fingertips on her waist and abdomen.

A layer of fine dragon scales grew on the back of Qinglong's hand, shimmering in pieces under the light of the candle, he could not stop rubbing gently with his fingertips, trying to pick apart the belt tied around the opponent's thin waist, together with the coat underneath. The underwear was fiddled with.

Zhang Qinglan didn't resist, and even turned her face away, intertwined lips and tongues, exchanging a short and sensual kiss with Ao Zhan skillfully.

The man stroked the broken hair on the young man's forehead, then turned around and embraced him tightly.He bowed his head, buried his face in the other's shoulder, sniffed the familiar light fragrance, and slowly stroked his thin back with his big hand with well-defined bones.

Zhang Qinglan smiled, and lightly touched the dragon horn on the man's forehead with her slender fingertips, rubbed it a few times, and then felt the arm around her waist trembling and tightening with satisfaction.

After realizing that the coquettish and stubborn old dragon had been pampered, the young man just opened his lips and pressed Ao Zhan's earlobe lightly, and let out an indistinct "hum".

Zhang Qinglan supported Ao Zhan's shoulders, watching the moonlight outside the window silently flowing in along the coffin, filled with tenderness.

The corners of his lips were stained with a smile, and he leaned into the man's ear, whispering in a low voice: "When the mundane affairs are over, are you willing to travel around with me?"

Before the words were finished, Dang even saw the blue dragon suddenly straighten its back, half-closed its coquettish emerald eyes, its arms hugged the person even tighter, and its cold and smooth dragon tail wrapped around its legs and roots.

After a long while, he finally kissed the young man's brow in a precious and important place, and said "yes" in a low hoarse voice.

There is a saying that, when the wind blows and the rain falls, once the dust settles.

Everything is perfect, the reunion goes smoothly.