East China Sea dust

Zhang Qinglan sat cross-legged on a fox-fur cushion, with a low coffee table in hand.

The purple sand teapot was placed on the corner of the table, and the small half cup of tea trembled slightly with the movement of the carriage, and a few scattered green leaves fluctuated and floated in the water.

The carriage was empty, and the young man sat alone in it. The blood jade that was originally hanging around his neck was taken off and held tightly in his palm, staring at the curtain on the coffin beside the window quietly.

As soon as he opened his eyes early this morning, he found himself in a carriage that was galloping forward, and there was no one around. A barrier formed by Ao Zhan's spiritual power separated the carriage from the outside world and could not be easily broken.

So Zhang Qinglan sat up on her knees, stayed in the compartment obediently, took out some refreshments from the dark cabinet, and ate breakfast obediently with the tea.

Afterwards, the carriage drove forward for half an hour until now.

The car curtains on the window coffin are thick, with intricate and gorgeous decorations. The colorful silk threads are finely intertwined into a net, and a layer of light aura is attached to it, which isolates the noise of the outside world, leaving only a piece of silence.

Red light flickered on Chong Li, and when he lowered his head again, there were already three dark and smooth green and black dragon scales lying quietly in his palm.

Each dragon scale is no more than an inch long, with sharp edges and hard texture. The moment it is taken out of the blood jade, the familiar aura belonging to Ao Zhan immediately permeates.

Zhang Qinglan sat upright, her eyelashes drooping, and her fingertips lightly brushed the blood stains on the bottom of the dragon scales.Immediately, the fingertips pressed hard on the tip of the scales, and even though the dragon scales cut through the skin, the bright red blood immediately overflowed, covering the original traces.

The young man lowered his eyes and squeezed the edge of the dragon scale.

Last night, Ao Zhan turned into a dragon body and pulled off three dragon scales from his body. Zhang Qinglan picked up the thin scales and half-closed his eyes at the light.

The scales that were forcibly pulled out of a real dragon a few hours ago contain a lot of spiritual energy, even if they are just carried around, they are enough to benefit the cultivators a lot.

At that time, before Zhang Qinglan could react, Ao Zhan tore his forearm until it was dripping with blood. Afterwards, he stood beside the bed and transformed himself into a human form from a dragon body. At that time, his face was already a little pale.

Ao Zhan was condescending, and with a cold face, he threw the three dragon scales into Zhang Qinglan's palm, seemingly disgusted, and said: "This trip is going to the southern border...the banquet in the South China Sea. The journey is long and dangerous."

"Your cultivation base is too low, and you are stupid." At this point, Ao Zhan looked down and saw the young man put the scales into his arms with preciousness, and finally his face turned pale: "If there is an emergency, the dragon scales can be saved. You die."

Ao Zhan's voice was low and hoarse, as if it was still echoing in his ears at this moment.

Zhang Qinglan caressed the slightly rough texture on the thin scales, and there was a somewhat gloomy look in his dark pupils.

Soon, he took the dragon scale back to Chong Li with his backhand, and then stuffed the index finger cut by the scale into his mouth, hastily wiped away the blood.

The censer in the corner was burning with the Shangqing Pill, mixed with a faint bloody smell, it was quickly submerged and disappeared.

At this moment, the car curtain that was originally sealed was suddenly lifted from the outside.

Covered in dew, Ao Zhan came in from outside the car door, pulled off the tie of his cloak, picked up the teacup on the desk, and swallowed the remaining half cup of tea in it.

Glancing at the hesitant young man from the corner of his eyes, Ao Zhan let out a light snort, and raised his hand to wipe off the crumbs of pastry remaining at the corner of the other's mouth: "Are you awake?"

Zhang Qinglan looked at the wet marks on the teacup in a daze, and subconsciously nodded: "I'm awake."

Reaching out to pick up the cloak that fell on the ground, the young man half-kneeled on the cushion, arranged the cloaks one by one, and put them back into the dark cabinet for storage.

After adding another cup of hot tea to the man, the young man retreated to the fox fur cushion, looked at Ao Zhan eagerly and said, "Are we going out of the city?"

Ao Zhan Dama sat on the other side of the table with a golden knife, nodded after hearing Zhang Qinglan's question, lightly adjusted the lace on his wrist a few times, frowned and said: "Didn't I tell you last night? The king went to the South China Sea to see the Dragon King of the South China Sea marry a wife."

Inadvertently caught a glimpse of the worry flashing in the young man's eyes, Ao Zhan understood.

After a while, he said vaguely: "Don't worry, I told you to take you there, I won't break my promise."

Zhang Qinglan glanced at the heavy car curtain intentionally or unintentionally, Ao Zhan's face was casual and relaxed, but he was always on guard against the window, and he didn't know when a thunderbolt would strike.

Ao Zhan leaned against the desk, looked at the young man's vigilant face, and secretly laughed a few times.

Then he waved to him and said in a low voice, "Don't look, come here."

At this time, the carriage suddenly jolted, shaking the young man who had just taken half a step on his knees, and fell straight into the arms of the man.

The bridge of the nose hit Ao Zhan's chest, Zhang Qinglan only felt that her mind went blank, and after the severe pain, a series of tears leaked from the end of her eyes, and she could even hear the other party's ridicule: "Stupid."

Afterwards, Ao Zhan hugged him carelessly in his arms, snorted rudely, rubbed the corners of his tearful eyes with his fingertips, raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll show you something else later, Um?"

Before Zhang Qinglan could react, Ao Zhan stretched out his hand and opened the curtain on the side of the carriage.

The dazzling sunlight suddenly shone through the cracks in the car curtains, and Zhang Qinglan couldn't help but close her eyes tightly.

When she got used to the strong light and opened her eyes again, Zhang Qinglan found that the barrier on the carriage had been removed voluntarily, and the sensual scene of the outside world was fully presented in front of the two of them.

I saw three tall horses lined up around the carriage to open the way, and there were 30 people standing beside the horses, holding red flower copper gongs in their hands, beating gongs and drums all the way, hanging suona and bamboo flutes, and embracing the luxurious people in between. The carriage moved forward slowly.

Surrounded by the buildings of Yecheng, the common people were shocked by the formation, and they all stopped and looked towards the convoy.

Not only that, around the carriage, dozens of guards in red clothes, red trousers and red belts, while beating gongs and drums, shouted at the top of their voices, "Master Ao Zhan is a good man", "Go south to seek medicine personally", "Big guy's monster!" The disease is cured", "Master Ao saves the world and the people" and so on.

A group of people was mighty and noisy, walking slowly along the widest street in the city towards the south gate.

The guard's face was serious and serious, and the red clothes and trousers on his body were really eye-catching. The gong was beating loudly, and soon attracted the attention of pedestrians who described it as being in a hurry on the street.

The residents of Ye City, who had been shrouded in death for a long time, were suddenly shocked by Ao Zhan's posture. They all recovered from the grief of crying and fighting for the ground, and stared at this rather large group with dumbstruck eyes.

Not only that, besides the guards in charge of yelling, dozens of maids were also mixed in the tall and burly team, carrying bamboo baskets in their hands, and kept distributing a brown delicate paper to the civilians along the way. Bag.

The silver and copper coins were wrapped in dark brown paper, and with a shout, the maid raised her hand, holding the paper bag and throwing it out.

The residents hiding in the nearby deep houses were attracted by the commotion outside, and soon surrounded the streets with water, and received thick packages from the maids of the Ao family.

Not long after, townspeople who had opened paper bags along the way spontaneously knelt down on the side of the street and knelt down to the luxurious carriage in the middle of the road, with tears in their eyes and muttering words in their mouths.

Zhang Qinglan sat in the carriage, her eyes widened in surprise, staring at all this in a daze.

He has always been sensitive to aura, so it is not difficult to find that besides a large amount of copper coins and silver wrapped in the paper bag, there is still a steady stream of superficial aura exuding from the paper.

Those auras were green under the sunlight, probably because they had been filled with elixir that could calm one's mind and dispel evil spirits.

The monster power that spread in Ye City like a dark cloud cover was immediately suppressed, and the turbid look in everyone's eyes was also dispelled one after another, and their sanity was restored.

"How?" Ao Zhan let go of the hand that pulled the car curtain, and the thick cloth covered the strong sunlight outside again, and also blocked other noisy sounds.

The man's teasing voice with a slight smile rang in his ears, pulling Zhang Qinglan's mind back.

Hearing Ao Zhan's question, the young man finally blinked slowly, and subconsciously stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick his dry lower lip, the tip of his nose was still tinged with red.

"In this way, can we cure the ills that are rampant in Yecheng?" Zhang Qinglan was shaken in his heart, but he didn't know how to evaluate it for a while, so he looked up at Ao Zhan as if asking for help, and asked uncertainly.

Hearing this, Ao Zhan let out a low laugh, with a bit of mischief hidden in his eyes.

Raising his arms around the young man's slender waist, he pulled him into his arms. Ao Zhan pinched the soft/flesh on the other's cheek, and replied solemnly: "Of course...no."

"You have sharp eyes." Facing the clear pupils of the young man, Ao Zhan supported Zhang Qinglan's back with one hand, while taking out a dark brown paper bag from the void: "See the aura on it?"

Zhang Qinglan took the thin paper from Ao Zhan, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed gently: "Purple heart hemp can indeed drive away evil spirits."

After hearing this, Ao Zhan nodded in affirmation, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Although it can't cure the poison, it won't let these people be bewitched by evil spirits and kill each other."

The man's palm on the young man's back was slightly cool, and through the cloth of the robe, he subconsciously rubbed the few inches where there had been scars.

Zhang Qinglan sat half-kneeling on Ao Zhan's lap, feeling the soft touch of being caressed on the back, recalling the experience of being besieged by a crowd that night, she couldn't help frowning, and whispered: "Is it really a demon?"

"Heh," Ao Zhan sneered when he heard the words, with a gloomy face, he pressed the young man into his arms and hugged him tightly: "If they didn't have greed in their hearts, how could they be bewitched by evil spirits?"

Suddenly, a scene like an ink painting slowly emerged from the void in the carriage, on which the current situation of the entire Ye City was outlined with a few strokes——

A group of people centered on the carriage is mighty, occupying the center of the ink painting, and the bright red spots on it are particularly eye-catching.

Ao Zhan raised his hand and tapped a few times at the end of the convoy, his expression arrogant and frivolous: "Didn't you want to force this king to leave the city?"

"Then let the whole world know that I, Ao Zhan, are their savior."