After the global recovery I crossed

Lin Xingtao clearly felt the killing intent.

He thought it was ridiculous, and he didn't know if he said a word wrong - it's not like he didn't say his name in front of Miss Xiao Er before, why did the old man turn his back on him?

It was frightening, after all, this person was still flattering himself just now, treating him very affectionately.

Alas, perhaps, this is the world of adults—— Lin Xingtao, a 16-year-old boy, thought so.

In fact, he really wanted to swear, he stopped swearing in front of the children after he traveled to another world, and the ancient environment made him a lot more refined, but now only swearing can relieve his complicated mood and stiff body.

Bu Guozi was still staring at him closely, with a gloomy expression, as if caught in some kind of obsession, and a frightening color flashed in his eyes.But he was still rational, at least he didn't attack Lin Xingtao immediately.

Lin Xingtao was unwilling to entrust his life and death on his single thought.

Lin Xingtao answered him calmly: "I have nothing to do with the Dalin royal family, otherwise how could I be a beggar's teacher in this Poguan?"

While thinking about a way to escape under the lock of a mage's air mechanism.

"No, it's possible, Dalin Ninth Prince." Bu Guozi said in a deep voice.

"It's really possible that he fell into this bad idea."

Lin Xingtao couldn't even speak now, this is how small an ordinary person is in front of a monk.

He raged at his powerlessness—and weakness.

Suddenly, he thought of a sentence: use magic to deal with magic!

No, it is to use Taoism to deal with Taoism!

He hasn't started to practice yet, he has opened the sea of ​​consciousness, and there is only a little zhenqi left by Bu Guozi in his body, he can only look at the method of Qi, Bu Guozi said the method of luck.

When these things were connected together, his mind was buzzing, and his vision blurred for a while.

"Let's look at your speech, your behavior, everything about you—what can be related to a beggar? Don't treat him as a fool!" Bu Guozi explained in detail, pinching the whisk with his withered fingers.

Lin Xingtao suddenly opened his eyes wide.

In Bu Guozi's eyes that became dark after being entangled, he saw a snake-like dragon.

It's his dragon!

It was trapped by the Qi machine, but it was still struggling angrily, as if it could get out of the trap in the next second——

Come out for the Lord.

Guardian of Luck.

As Bu Guozi said before, if the luck is formed like a small sword or a small tripod, it will have this function-Bu Guozi doesn't know his luck is formed.

This is his only chance, he can block the fatal blow, and then get a chance.

The atmosphere is on fire.

Bu Guozi waited for a while, without making too long comparisons, and without explaining the ins and outs, he raised his whisk, which didn't look like a killer move, but Lin Xingtao couldn't bet on how a mage's moves would change.

The little dragon escaped——

A scream!

A petite figure suddenly inserted between the two of them, slamming Lin Xingtao away, and Bu Guozi stood still.

There was a shrill cry of deep fear and anger:

"Everyone in the royal family of Dalin is surnamed Ling, and the teacher's surname is Lin. Can't you hear me, you old bastard!"

"Even if I'm a little beggar who just learned to read, I can tell the difference!"

"The pronunciation of these two words is different!"

"Lin, Ling! Lin, Ling! Do you want me to read it a third time!"

"Teacher, so what if he doesn't look like a beggar by nature! He is my teacher, not some Dalin Ninth Prince!"

After she shouted a series of times, she was probably out of breath, and stepped back into Lin Xingtao's arms, her face pale and her cheeks flushed.

Lin Xingtao lightened all over, and found that Bu Guozi's qi mechanism no longer locked him, but he still hugged Qingqing, and the little dragon above his head also raised its tail, watching the suddenly trembling Bu Guozi vigilantly.

In the terrifying silence, Da Le, who was originally repairing the cracks in the statue, gritted his teeth and made a rushing posture. In a place where no one could see, a ball of divine light quietly bloomed beside his clenched fist, and with The bright stars in the sky echoed.

Finally, the silence was broken by Bu Guozi's awkward laughter.

"Ahaha, so that's the case, the old Taoist can't tell the two pronunciations apart, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Bu Guozi showed a funny smile, he bent his waist and cupped his hands.

Seeing that Lin Xingtao remained silent, he sighed, offered a big apology, and then told the truth.

"It's not what I want. It's just that I have a demon in my body. When I hear that kind of name, I get very angry. It's hard to tell right from wrong."

"The old Taoist also insisted on hurting you, junior brother, but he just wanted to calm you down in the struggle between the inner demon and the original heart, and not to stimulate the inner demon."

Hearing his sincerity, Lin Xingtao asked, "What demon?"

Bu Guozi trembled all over: "Junior Brother, we know that the Zhengqing Sect was the leading Taoist sect in the previous dynasty, but they have a great enmity with the current Dalin Dynasty."

"It is precisely because of Dalin Zhengqing Sect that it has fallen into a miserable situation where there are only you and me in the whole sect."

"Master, you and me, the eighth generation head of Zhengqing died at the hands of the current national teacher."

"The old Taoist swears that he will kill all the people surnamed Ling in this life, and that shit national teacher!"

Bu Guozi's eyes were silent, and the eyes of an old man with white hair were red.

Lin Xingtao was startled, touched Qingqing's head, and told her to hide aside, but Qingqing refused to leave.

After all, he just joined the Zhengqingmen, so it was difficult for him to feel any hatred for the enemy. He just emphasized: "I really have nothing to do with the Dalin royal family."

Bu Guozi couldn't help nodding: "I know, I know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"What's the matter with the Ninth Prince?" Lin Xingtao asked.

"There are currently eight princes and daughters in Dalin. Few people know that Concubine Jing gave birth to a prince more than ten years ago. As far as I know, in that year, the blood was violent, the stars changed, and the fate was subtle. The national teacher said clearly This son is extremely vicious and harmful to the state, and he urges the emperor to kill his son and sacrifice to heaven."

Qingqing trembled slightly, perhaps because she was frightened by the words of killing her son to sacrifice to heaven.Lin Xingtao gently hugged her in front of him, and covered her cheeks with warm hands from the Taoist robe to help her dispel the cold and fear.

She rushed out to protect him regardless of his safety, and her intention was really touching.

Bu Guozi continued: "Later, Concubine Jing tried her best to find Taoist priests to help send the Ninth Prince out of the palace."

"But the old Taoist, I learned from those Taoist priests back then that the Ninth Prince was taken away halfway by a mysterious person, and Concubine Jing also lost the emperor's favor and was imprisoned in the cold palace."

After Lin Xingtao listened, he had a question: "Isn't that wrong? According to what you said, the Zhengqing sect shouldn't hate the Ninth Prince."

Bu Guozi shook his head: "No, the Ninth Prince is of the blood of the Ling family after all, and he was born as a dragon son. You use the method of looking east to look east, and be careful when looking."

Lin Xingtao used the gazing method, looked to the east with his eyes, and was so shocked that he couldn't make a sound.

In the eastern sky, there is a blue and purple dragon that is too huge to describe.

The dragon's body was solid, its scales gleamed, and it roared and rolled in the air.

A bruising air soared into the sky, making the sky into a mess.

Even from a distance, one could feel the coercion of the dragon.

This is not comparable to that black dragon in Nanjing!

This is the manifestation of the national destiny!

Lin Xingtao still wanted to see more clearly, but after only a short glance, his eyes became sore and his head became dizzy.

"Don't look any further!" Bu Guozi sternly stopped him, "This is the dragon of Dalin's fate, how can you, a young Taoist priest, be able to look at it in vain!"

Qi, destiny, and fate are the foundation of personality and should not be considered indiscriminately.Finding the dragon to tap the acupoints is a taboo, and should not be taken lightly.Changing one's fate, activating the dragon's veins, and acting against the heavens must be done by an immortal on earth. Those who do it will lose their breath at the least, and stand dead if they are serious, and bring disaster to the ancestors and descendants of the Yin Temple! ——"Exploring the Void and Enlightening the Divine Eye Technique"

Bu Guozi patted Lin Xingtao on the shoulder to help him relieve, Lin Xingtao did not refuse, he might understand Bu Guozi a little bit, but he decided not to tell the secret that he had a dragon on his head.

"The emperor passed away, and the national teacher used the evil method against the sky to share the great pressure of the national destiny on the princes. In this way, the domestic rebellion can still be suppressed by the national destiny even if the throne is empty."

"If the Ninth Prince is alive, he will have already shared the fate of the country, and will live and die with Da Lin."

"If the prince doesn't die, the fate of the country will never die, but in the same way, if one of the princes dies, part of the fate of the country will melt and transfer."

Lin Xingtao knew from the children that the country was on the verge of decline and perishing, and that the chaos in various places could not be avoided by the national teacher, but they were easily suppressed by the national teacher on a small scale.

However, the blue-purple dragon shape in Lin Xingtao's mind still lingers.

so similar.

Pretty much the same.

It's the one above his head.

The two are simply enlarged and reduced versions.

He suddenly thought: Am I making a mistake? I'm not wearing a suit, but a soul wear. After all, this body is young and has long hair...

Could I really be that Ninth Prince?

But I did wear pajamas to begin with.

He asked Bu Guozi with some guilt: "Is the prince's luck in the shape of a dragon, the same as that big dragon?"

"It's natural. Every prince has a small dragon on his head. If the country is safe and peaceful, the real dragon will probably take shape among the princes."

Lin Xingtao felt even more guilty: "Then no one else will have dragon-shaped luck?"

"Yes!" Bu Guozi threw the floor loudly, Lin Xingtao was slightly relieved.

"In today's chaotic world, the real dragon has no master, and rebellions are everywhere. Those rebel leaders have snakes, pythons, dragons, etc. on their heads. One day, they will meet the wind and turn into a dragon!"

Lin Xingtao's heart tightened, and he blurted out: "Am I destined to rebel?" He hasn't rebelled yet, why is there a dragon above his head?

Bu Guozi was stunned for a moment, and then moved: "I never thought that my brother would have such a heart to repay my family's kindness! Senior brother is overjoyed, but this rebellion has to be considered in the long run. You and I have noble spirits in our lives. Others will definitely not come here." No, but we need to find a good place to take refuge..."

Bu Guozi pondered: "There is a rebel army in the west, and the army is very powerful. Hey, it's not good, the leader is a brave man...then another loose sand in the south..."

Lin Xingtao was quite startled, why did the topic suddenly turn to rebellion?He just said casually, rebellion or something, it's too much to play.

Qingqing in his arms said softly: "The current Dalin is indeed not a good dynasty. The monarch is fatuous, the national teacher is in power, and the people are suffering."

"But Dalin's luck is still strong. If we attack from the outside, we will be swallowed." Bu Guozi continued, "So we have to disintegrate from the inside—"

"Brother Bu Shuanzi!"

Lin Xingtao replied blankly, "Yes?"

"The rebel army from the west has already reached the prince's territory next door, you and I will leave immediately."

"Go to join the rebel army?"

"No! Let's seek refuge with Prince Luoshui!"

A creepy feeling crept up Lin Xingtao's back. Looking at Bu Guozi's sparkling eyes, he unconsciously felt a sense of trembling with excitement.

He seemed to have a premonition of what Bu Guozi was going to do, and his eyes gradually brightened.

Bu Guozi's sound transmission into the secret way:

"Junior brother! May you pretend to be the Ninth Prince of Dalin!"

Pretend to be the Ninth Prince!

The author has something to say: The dragon roars and roars—it is Qingqing, not Xiaolong.