East China Sea dust

The fluffy dumpling poked its head out from the skirt, blinked its two little bean eyes a few times, and seemed to have a flash of light when it saw Ye Mingzhu, then raised its little head, and gently rubbed against Zhang Qinglan's chest.

Feeling the slight itching coming from the chest, Zhang Qinglan lowered her eyes to look at it.After hearing the tender and subtle whimpers from the fluffy balls below, the young man raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"..." Zhang Qinglan thought for a moment, and the corners of his mouth curled up into an imperceptible arc, and then he fished out the dumpling, squatted down, and put the small thing on the ground: "Yes, but pay attention to your own safety."

With Zhang Qinglan's permission, Ruan Tuanzi obviously became happy, and lightly bounced on the ground a few times... Then, like a sharp arrow, he rushed straight towards the merman holding the night pearl!

Holding such a precious treasure in his hands, the merman was naturally extremely careful, walking slowly and slowly, his eyes fixed on the hollowed-out sandalwood treasure box in his hand, not daring to make any mistakes.

The accident happened in an instant.

A cold air suddenly blew through the originally calm and almost dull air, and the group of people were staggered by the air, almost falling over.

The delicate and beautiful carp essence paled, the original delicate and lovely hairstyle was washed away in a daze, the gemstones and beads dotted in the hair had no support, and the tinkling fell to the ground, hitting the yellow mud floor, making a burst of noise. There was a crisp sound.

After several goblins supported each other to stand firm, and took a closer look, they found that the most important Ye Mingzhu had disappeared without a trace from the half-open wooden box.

Immediately, the mermaid, who is famous throughout the East China Sea for his graceful singing voice, screamed loudly, rolled his eyes, and passed out.

A group of people in a hurry to find the whereabouts of Ye Mingzhu, naturally no one noticed that there was a living creature no bigger than a palm in the corner of the wall, sneaking out of the wall along the hole.

Plush Tuanzi easily escaped, and after leaving the palace, she spread her four little paws and ran wildly all the way.

The little thing didn't run very far, and soon got into a bamboo forest planted near the Wangfu at the foot of the mountain.

Fallen leaves piled up in the bamboo forest, and a soft golden figure shuttled among them, stepping on the dead branches and leaves, making a soft rustling sound.A bright moon hangs high in the night sky, emitting soft rays of light.

The young man was bathed in the moonlight, with a handsome and thin figure, a mahogany sword that he did not know when he took it on his back, a dark golden hand bell pinned to his waist, and the corner of a charm was exposed from the gap in his front , the runes drawn on it glow faintly in the darkness.

From a distance, he saw Zhang Qinglan standing upright under the green bamboo, Xiaotuanzi slammed into the young man's arms with a "poof" as the wind blew under his claws.

Feeling the sudden pressure on her chest, Zhang Qinglan snorted, but in the end she stretched out her hand in a good-tempered manner, and caught the little furry thing.

I saw the gossip diagram on the back of the dumpling became brighter and brighter, and the golden light radiated out with the heartbeat and breathing of the little thing, covering the whole body with a faint halo.

Zhang Qinglan stretched out her right hand and used her index finger to wipe off the remaining jade residue around Tuanzi's mouth: "Are you full?"

The fluffy dumpling nodded, rolled in the young man's hand, then sat up, with a look of ambition, stretched out its claws, and pointed out a direction in the void.

With the waving of the paws, a group of fireflies with orange light came out, fluttering and swaying in the air, as if guiding the way, and circled around Zhang Qinglan several times.

The young man looked at the firefly, raised his hand and put the dumpling on his shoulder, rubbed the fluff on the back of the little thing, then raised his energy and jumped, with his toes resting on the thin bamboo leaf for strength Lightly tapped, and left the bamboo forest in two or three strokes, followed the group of fireflies that were rushing forward, and ran towards the direction of the town.

At this time, the moonlight like silver mist poured down, coating every leaf in the bamboo sea with a layer of shimmer.

***

It was late at night, except for the red lanterns hanging on the gates of the houses on both sides of the street, the town was still burning quietly. Every household had already extinguished the candles, and there were no more voices or movements.

Zhang Qinglan held a dilapidated compass in his hand, and stood on a wide road paved with blue bricks, rubbed the mottled marks left by the erosion of the years with his fingertips, raised his head thoughtfully, and stared at the compass pointer Right in front of him, his expression was calm.

Not far away came the sound of gongs playing watch, which set off the darkness and gloom of the sleeping town, which was very quiet.Occasionally, a few frogs croaked and cooed from the corner.

The young man was wearing thin and simple clothes, and the cloth strips tied around his waist were blown by the night wind and kept fluttering.

Zhang Qinglan took out the blood jade necklace called "Chongli" from her neck with one hand, and put it in the palm of her hand.With a thought, a dark red light flashed, and a round, bright red, fresh and moist crabapple fruit suddenly appeared in the young man's palm.

What fell from Bi Jing's brother's pocket that day were actually two fruits. The child was afraid that he would not be able to control his greed, so he deliberately hid one in the deep pocket, so that he would not eat it if he couldn't see it. thought.

...It's a pity that in the end, Bi Xin couldn't eat the last two red fruits left by his elder sister, which made Zhang Qinglan, a bad man, cheaper.

In fact, the young man had sensitively discovered the strangeness of those crabapples as early as the first time he met Bi Jing and was stuffed with bits and pieces.

Although his spiritual power is low and his spells are not good, he is naturally the most sensitive to all kinds of spiritual energy.

The crabapple obviously had an unpleasant smell, but Zhang Qinglan found that no one had the same feeling except herself.

It wasn't until Ao Zhan caught the young man to bully him because of his narrow-mindedness, and found the gray fog and cleared it up, that Zhang Qinglan was even more sure of her perception.

He hid a fruit in Chongli in advance, and placed a few spells around the courtyard of Bi Jing and Bi Xin's two siblings.Although the spell does not have much lethality, it is enough for ordinary people to avoid the gray fog.

The young man's cold and delicate face was half covered by the night. He lowered his eyes, and his slender eyelashes concealed the unknown emotion in his pupils.

Refining the crabapple in his hand into a mass of red-glowing aura with a spell, as expected, the wisps of gray mist mixed in the middle require one to concentrate and concentrate.

Zhang Qinglan controls the hole in the center of the compass where the aura is poured.

But after a while, the old compass filled with energy automatically rose from the center of the young man's palm without wind.The pointer on the compass rotated randomly several times, and after a few breaths, it gradually stabilized.

The fluffy ball wrapped around Zhang Qinglan's shoulder watched all this with interest, and only when the compass was completely stable and able to indicate the direction did he jump up and swallow the remaining aura in one go.

Immediately, he jumped back into Zhang Qinglan's sleeves and rolled himself into a round ball. Heidou closed his eyes and snored happily.

Seeing this, the young man chuckled, but rolled up his sleeves so that the little guy could sleep more peacefully.

After the mouse was settled, Zhang Qinglan took the compass floating in the air back into his palm.Following the instructions of the compass, the young man took a step and began to explore along the alleys and streets.

After about a stick of incense, Zhang Qinglan followed the compass and finally stood in front of a dilapidated house.

The night wind gradually became cold, scratching against the person's body, bringing a bone-chilling chill.The under-full moon hung high in the black sky, splashing down the fragmented light all over the place.

The broken hair on the young man's forehead was blown up, revealing an expressionless face underneath.

With a calm expression, he raised his eyes and looked at the house in front of him, which was hidden in the corner of the town, but the door was open, and the inside was in dilapidated condition.

The walls around the courtyard form a square shape, tightly surrounding the houses in it.

The gate seemed to be in disrepair for a long time, and a huge iron lock on the door was full of rust marks, hanging askew on the solid wooden gate on the right half.There were traces of being hacked in the middle of the gate, and the wooden door on the left was only half left at this time, so a huge hole was formed in the middle, showing the layout of the inner courtyard in front of Zhang Qinglan.

The young man didn't move, his eyes passed the gate and fell into the courtyard.

I saw single-story houses built on all sides of the inner courtyard, and in the courtyard was a pond that had dried up for a long time, and in the center of the pond was an island-like mound of soil.On the mound of soil, a long-withered rotten tree was left with only black branches, and its leaves had long since fallen, turning into dust at some point.

A gust of cool wind blew, and half of the tiles fell straight from the roof and fell into the courtyard, making a sharp and crisp sound.

The young man stood upright in front of the gate, with an indistinguishable expression in his pupils, and his figure was as tall and straight as a green pine. Coupled with the mahogany sword behind him, he forcibly revealed a bit of immortal demeanor belonging to a celestial master.

The pointer of the compass vibrated crazily for a moment before reaching this house, but now it seems that its spiritual power has been exhausted, and it has returned to silence.

Zhang Qinglan raised her hand and put the compass back into her sleeve pocket, with a dignified and dignified expression on her face, as if she was about to take a step towards the gate——

But with a turn of footsteps, he abruptly changed direction the moment he stepped into the house, squatted directly on the mossy stone steps at the door, and took out three oily and fragrant meat biscuits wrapped in oil paper from his bosom. .

One bite at a time, he gnawed expressionlessly.

It wasn't until he ate up all three pieces of sesame seed cakes, and the sky gradually brightened, that the young man stood up, patted the crumbs of sesame seed cakes left on his hands, and went straight back along the original path he had come from.

Behind the young man who didn't pay attention, he saw that the branches of the crabapple in the middle of the well trembled for a while...the leaves fell all over the ground.

The author says:

In the next chapter, let the Dragon King out for a while (?