hold on to that dragon

When Jiang Rang was looking around on the mountain, he suddenly felt that the little fur ball in his arms seemed to be moving. When he took it out and looked around, it was really moving.

Feng Xiao Maoqiu clung to Jiang Rang's hand, stretching his wings as if stretching his waist. Its eyelashes flapped, its eyelids opened, and then it was startled by the flames in its eyes. It was so red and big. fire!

Immediately it remembered what happened before, and the mosquito coils began to turn in its eyes: why are you still on the mountain of flames?Isn't it already downhill?Is it just a dream that it turns into a big bird and a man?She almost kissed Jiang Rang, was she dreaming?

Jiang Rang said: "Are you awake?" He squeezed the body of Feng Xiaomao, and felt that its spiritual power was running very fast. What's going on?Is it caused by fire?Or did Feng Wangbei suddenly become enlightened, and what cultivation method did he learn?

Feng Xiaomaoqiu looked at Jiang Rang: "Why are we still on the Yanshan Mountain?"

Jiang Rang said: "I just came up, I'm here to find something. How do you feel? Has your body changed?"

Just came up?That is to say, what happened before was not a dream?Feng Xiaomaoqiu was a little happy, and felt the situation in his body: "The spiritual power is very sufficient."

"anything else?"

The little hairball felt it again: "It seems that the spiritual power is running automatically, no, it should be running very smoothly, like lubricating oil, did you pass on some magical skills to me?"

Jiang Rang knew what magical skills were. He had watched some fairy tales when he was in the human world. At that time, he almost thought that someone in the human world was really that powerful.

"I didn't teach you the magical skills." Jiang Rang remembered that when he was in the Book Pavilion before, the old ghost reached out and tapped the little fur ball. He didn't notice anything strange at the time. Could it be that he did something wrong? "How does your spiritual power work? Is there any discomfort?"

"There is no discomfort, but there is a kind of power surging all over the body, like blood flowing quickly after exercise."

Jiang Rang thought for a while and said, "Tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

"Okay." The little fur ball patted Jiang Rang's hand with its small wings, and then it flew up a little unconsciously. Hey, the hairs on its wings are longer and harder. It seems that it was not before. dream.

The little fur ball simply flew up, flapping its wings and hanging in front of Jiang Rang: "Did I become a human before?"

"Ah."

The little furball blinked: You have nothing else to say?For example, I almost kissed you, but you didn't feel anything?

Jiang Rang reached out and grabbed the wind bird from the air, put it in the hood, and continued walking.

"..."

Standing on Jiang Rang's shoulder, the little fur ball stroked La Jiang Rang's hair with his wings, and sighed, "I wish I could become a human again."

"You could have."

It's okay, but ugly.

Feng Xiao Maoqiu looked at the burning flames around him, wondering if he should swallow the flames again?Although the flames burning in the body are very painful, but only through suffering can one accomplish anything—and then transform into a human form, one must hurry up and kiss before talking.

"Do you think I can try swallowing flames again?" Feng Wangbei asked Jiang Rang.

"Don't try it, it's too dangerous. You slept for four days this time, what might happen next time."

"Oh. Huh? I slept for four days?"

"Yeah." Jiang Rang said, "I'll take you to meet someone later, he might have a way to make you a human faster."

"Who are you seeing?"

"The person who may have passed on the magic to you."

"Eh? Someone really passed on the magical skills to me..."

Walking to a boulder halfway up the mountain, Jiang Rang and Feng Wangbei found a special scene amidst the flames.

"There is spring water here?" Feng Wangbei was surprised, "Why didn't it dry out by the fire?"

"Because it's fake." Jiang Rang said.

This is a formation.

Jiang Rang took out his black umbrella and smashed the formation violently.

Although the old ghost taught him some knowledge about the shaman formation, he has not yet learned how to break the formation with normal means.In fact, even looking for formations, he can only find this kind of particularly obvious ones so far.

This formation was actually very hidden on the original Fengshan Mountain, but now that the mountain has turned into a volcano, this formation disguised as a spring has become very abrupt.

After the formation shattered, a shrine-like building appeared.Jiang Rang opened the umbrella and walked into it. There were no memorial tablets in the hall, but there were many clay dolls.

Feng Wangbei said: "So many little clay figurines..."

"This should be the place where the Wei family keeps their spirit artifacts." Jiang Rang put away all the clay figurines.

"You went up the mountain to find this?"

"No, I just came up to take a look." Before the flames burned everything, come over to see if the person who can refine the soul has left any traces on this mountain.

If he didn't come up today, in a few days, this formation might be exhausted by the flames and burnt to ashes.

Jiang Rang looked around again, found nothing else, and walked out of the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall, which had been destroyed by the formation and was not covered by a black umbrella, quickly turned into a sea of ​​flames.

After leaving the Flame Mountain, Jiang Rang passed through the gate of ghosts.

A kid came over to salute: "My lord, do you want to call Mr. Ma over?"

"No need. What happened to the witch formation in the ghost gate?"

"Mr. Lirong told Mr. Ma that it has been completed. Mr. Ma went to check and try it out, and said it's okay."

"Okay. You go down."

After the little ghost retreated, Feng Xiao Maoqiu lifted Jiang Rang's hood and looked out: "Has it changed here? There is also a gate?"

"Well, Ma Zhitu got it."

Jiang Rang walked into the ghost gate, his figure disappeared from the netherworld, and appeared at the other end of the ghost gate - the human world.

The Human World has enclosed the original site of the Tianliuke Hotel and plans to build it into a park. It is estimated that this place will become a haunted park in urban legends in the future.

The witch formation was underground, and Jiang Rang sneaked into the ground and found an underground cave that was half natural and half man-made. There were ancient and complex patterns carved on the walls and floors.

Feng Wangbei sighed: "It's too spectacular, like some kind of ancient ruins."

"It's not old, half of it is newly drawn by Li Rong." Jiang Rang took the little fur ball out of the hood and motioned it to look at the ground.

"...Don't step on it, what if it breaks?" Even if it's a new painting, it's still a work of art.

"It won't break. It won't break even if you use explosives from the human world."

"...Okay. What are you here for? Checking homework?"

"Come and learn."

"...you really love to study. What did you learn?"

"This is indeed a witch formation that can hide the ghostly aura."

"I have a question," Feng Wangbei said, "you have hidden the ghostly aura, so how will the ghosts from the human world find this place?"

Jiang Rang thought for a moment: "Then open the door regularly."

"July [-]th is the gate of ghosts open?"

"can."

"Eh? I was talking nonsense..."

Back in Nether, Jiang Rang took Feng Wangbei to Shuge.

The people in Shuge were surprised to see that Jiang Rang had returned.

Jiang Rang said: "Help me find some jade slips, with text and images, simple and interesting."

The little fur ball in his hand wanted to talk, but remembering that he was a bird, he made a "chirp".

Jiang Rang looked at it: "For your literacy."

Although it's not as easy to use as a TV, but first make do with it, and then change it when you find a better spiritual weapon.

"Chirp." Little Fuqiu nodded.

This bird is about to learn to read before its feathers are all grown?Everyone in Shuge thought, it's not easy to be the king's pet.No, Wang must be doing it for his own good.

One person and one bird went upstairs, but they couldn't find the old ghost.

The old guy who lived in the bookstore for thousands of years actually ran away.Is that why you don't want to see them?

Jiang Rang said: "Old man, Wang Bei wants to ask if you have passed on some magical skills to him."

The old ghost couldn't hold back, and asked aloud, "What magical skill?"

Jiang Rang poked the little furball of Feng, and pointed to the direction where the old ghost made his voice. The little furball understood what he meant, and rushed towards that direction immediately.It's good to be able to fly.

However, Feng Xiao Maoqiu still failed to catch the old ghost. The opponent was alert and hid quickly.

Jiang Rang said: "He suddenly woke up. It should be the old man who helped you, right? Thank you for your help."

The old ghost said with a smile: "That's just a method of luck, it's nothing."

Listening to the sound is over the top.Feng Xiaomao rushed upstairs, but it was still a step too late.

Jiang Rang said: "He still has a question and wants to ask the old man for help..."

He stopped, and the old ghost waited for a while, and couldn't help asking: "What's the problem?"

over there!With a movement of the head of the little furball, the wind swished in another direction.

Jiang Rang said: "There is a problem with the transformation. There is something wrong with his human form."

"what is the problem?"

Feng Xiaomao flew around chasing the old ghost, but he couldn't catch up, he was a little anxious, even listening to their slow chat, he said to himself: "It's too ugly, my human figure is too ugly gone."

"..."

The old ghost said with a smile: "I really have a solution, stop chasing me, and I'll tell you."

"Oh." Feng Wangbei really stopped chasing.

The old ghost fell silent.

Later, Jiang Rang found something left by the old ghost at the place where he played chess with the old ghost. It was a porcelain bottle, and a note was attached, which read: Magic Yan Pill, for the white bird.

"What is it?" Feng Wangbei asked.

"Probably a medicine that can help change shape."

"Really?" Feng Xiaomao immediately flew to the side of the porcelain bottle, hugged the slender porcelain bottle that was taller than it with its wings, and wanted to uncork the bottle to see the medicine inside.

Jiang Rang held it down: "You can't eat it indiscriminately, I don't know what it is yet."

"Then help me take a look."

Jiang Rang opened the porcelain bottle, and inside was a red pill, which looked and smelled fine.

"How so?" Feng Wangbei asked.

"You have to ask someone who understands medicine."

"... Shall I try one first?" Feng Xiao Maoqiu threw herself into Jiang Rang's hand, hugged the porcelain bottle with her wings and did not let go.

"No." Jiang Rang said, "I don't even know who he is, how can I eat what he gives me."

He originally wanted Feng Wangbei to see the old ghost's true form, and with the information that the old ghost had revealed to him earlier, he should be able to guess the old ghost's identity, but he didn't expect the old ghost to simply not show up.

"He has taught me magical skills, so he must be a good person." Feng Xiaomaoqiu has a deep obsession with the transformation.

Jiang Rang looked at it and said, "Feng Wangbei, anyone who treats you well has a purpose, don't trust others."

That old ghost probably wanted something from "White Bird".But it may also be because of Jiang Rang, the Lord of the Nether.

"I know, I am like this too." Feng Wangbei said, "I will not be nice to others for no reason."

He thought to himself, Jiang Rang can't let him send him a good person card.

"Let me tell you, I like you to be good to you." He said loudly.

Although he is now limited in his ability and limited in his treatment of Jiang Rang, but the future will last forever.

After finishing speaking, Feng Wangbei anxiously waited for Jiang Rang's reply.

Jiang Rang just said: "Like is not the purpose."

Feng Wangbei: "..."

Does the word "like" have different meanings in the spirit world than in the human world?

Or is your expression incorrect?Maybe the spirit world likes to express their affection by singing folk songs...

Of course, the biggest possibility is that there is a problem with his own image.

He is now a white fur ball lying on someone else's hand.No matter what earth-shattering words this white-haired ball said, no one would take it seriously.

Therefore, this bottle of deformable medicine is really very important.If he misses this bottle of medicine, he will be transformed by himself, and he doesn't know when he will be able to succeed.

Feng Xiao Maoqiu hugged the slender porcelain bottle even more tightly.

Jiang Rang picked up the porcelain vase, and made a gesture to stuff the little fur ball hanging on the porcelain vase into his sleeve, but the little fur ball was determined not to let go.

Jiang Rang said helplessly: "Are you sure you want to keep it yourself? Then where are you going to put it?"

"..." Feng Wangbei doesn't know spells, and he doesn't have magic weapons to hold things, so he probably can only hold this porcelain bottle all the time.

At this time, Feng Wangbei thought of his father: "Where are my father and Uncle Ying?"

"..." Jiang Rang said, "They have gone to Duguangye, we will go later."

"Why do you want to go to Tohiro?"

"You might recover faster there."

"Oh." Hearing the good news of "he can recover faster", Feng Xiaomao relaxed slightly in holding the porcelain bottle. "Are you going to Tohiro, too?"

"Ah."

"Great. When shall we go?"

"Go tomorrow." Jiang Rang looked at the little fur ball who refused to give up the porcelain bottle, and said, "I can help you refine that arrow into a spiritual weapon that can store things. Keep your medicine by yourself, but in the Don’t eat it until you’re sure it’s okay.”

It took Feng Wangbei a while to realize what kind of arrow Jiang Rang was talking about—it was the earring on his ear.

"Okay, I will not eat indiscriminately! Then you will refine a spiritual weapon that can hold things for me now?"

Jiang Rang, who was urged to work, said with a good temper: "Well, let's refine it now."

He took the little furball off the vase, brushed the fluff behind its right eye, found the little arrow, and took it off.

A long blood red arrow appeared in Jiang Rang's hand.

The little furball's eyes widened, the arrow was so long, over three feet, Jiang Rang used such a big arrow to pierce himself?

"You know how to shoot arrows?" Feng Wangbei asked.

"will not."

Where did this arrow come from?Could it be that Jiang Rang came from somewhere?Feng Wangbei said: "Is this arrow a treasure?" Jiang Rang probably wouldn't put something completely useless in his pocket.

"That's right, it's the arrow used to shoot the sun bow."

"Wow!" It was amazing to hear it.

"This is not the arrow used to shoot the Golden Crow. The batch of arrows was used up by Hou Yi long ago. This arrow was made later." Jiang Rang weighed the arrow and considered how to modify it.

"That's amazing too, the sun-shooting bow!" Feng Wangbei was very excited.Unexpectedly, his earrings turned out to be arrows from the Sun Shooting Bow.

Jiang Rang took out a few pieces of black jade, and then a black fire burst out from his hand, igniting the black jade, the black jade melted into liquid, Jiang Rang wrapped it on the red arrow, and the red arrow turned black arrow.

"What kind of fire is this?"

"Ghost fire."

"Aren't the will-o'-the-wisps red, blue, and green?" Feng Wangbei has seen these three colors of will-o'-the-wisps before.

"There are also black ones." Only the Ghost King's will-o'-the-wisps are black.

"Oh."

After the black flame was extinguished, Jiang Rang said: "Okay." He put the porcelain bottle next to the black arrow, and the porcelain bottle disappeared. When he reached for it, the porcelain bottle appeared in his hand.

"Let me try." Feng Xiaomao squeezed to Jiang Rang's hand, and then it disappeared...

The little furball came to a pitch-black place, surrounded by nothing but flocculent black mist, and soon it was pulled out of this space by a suction force.

Jiang Rang took it in his hand and stroked its head.

"where is that?"

"Underworld." Jiang asked to refine the storage magic weapon, which was to compress the underworld space into the spirit weapon.His black umbrella and his cloak are all made in a similar way.

Jiang Rang shrunk the black arrow and stuck it back to the skin behind the right eye of Feng Xiaomao.

Feng Xiaomao scratched the fluff with its wings: "After I disappear, is the arrow still there?"

"You didn't disappear, just your soul body entered the space."

"Oh. How did I get in there?"

"If you want to go in, go in. The spiritual weapon is controlled by the mind."

"This unscientific……"

"It's unscientific. You can control it by concentrating on it, and it'll be fine when you get used to it."

"Okay, let me try." The little fur ball hugged the porcelain bottle with its wings, and then muttered, "Come in, come in..."

Outside the bookstore, the old ghost hidden in the side muttered: What is this person and bird doing in his bookstore?Why don't you come out?Do you want the dove to occupy the magpie's nest?

Feng Xiao Maoqiu looked at the window of the bookstore.

Jiang Rang asked, "What's wrong?"

"Something flew past."

Jiang Rang picked up the little fur ball and came to the window one by one, but he didn't see anything.

When leaving the bookstore, Feng Wangbei took a pile of jade slips with him, and he put them into the earrings one by one.

Every time I receive a piece of Feng Xiaomao, I have to hug the jade slips and "chirp, chirp, chirp" and mutter.

Jiang Rang waited patiently aside, occasionally taking advantage of the little hair ball not paying attention, he pulled out a few jade slips that had been put into the earrings and piled them back on the table.

Feng Wangbei didn't notice at all, he forgot that Jiang Rang was the owner of his earrings.

That is to say, he didn't know that putting things in his earrings had the same effect as putting them in Jiang Rang's sleeves.

After collecting the pile of jade slips, Feng Wangbei was basically able to use his mind to quickly collect and retrieve objects.

Not long after, the attraction of the earrings to Feng Wangbei basically faded, and he remembered another thing: "Jiang Rang, should we go to Du Guangye?"