No matter how much Chen Qingshan curses, the black scales will not change color. By turning his hand into a sword, he will cut off the connection between Duan Chilong and Chen Qingshan.
"If I were you, I would not cut off this sword." At this time, a monk holding a wooden sword came from a distance, it was Monk Liaofan.
Monk Liaofan walked over, and as he approached Chen Qingshan, the bound red dragon also regained its freedom, and a loud dragon roar resounded throughout Kongmingfang.
"I had nothing to do, so I went out for a walk and happened to pass by Donor Chen's Kongmingfang." Monk Liao Fan walked to Chen Qingshan and said gently.
"Who are you?" Hei Lin looked at this old man with an ordinary face and could not sense any cultivation in him.
"Obviously, he's just a monk." Monk Liao Fan tugged on his robe and smiled at Hei Lin.
"But you don't seem to have any cultivation." Hei Lin said again.
"Can't you be a monk without cultivation? There is no inevitable connection between cultivation and being a monk." Monk Liaofan said.
Black Scale said nothing, but stretched out his hand towards Chen Qingshan. A small dragon elephant shadow appeared and sucked at the red dragon behind Chen Qingshan.
Monk Liaofan sighed, raised his wooden sword, and with a slight stroke, the dragon elephant whined, stepped on its four hooves, and returned to the black scale body.
A line of blood extends from the back of the black-scaled hand to the elbow hidden under the sleeve.
Black Scale was silent, staring at the wooden sword in Monk Fan's hand that he had just used as a crutch, and after a long time he asked: "Is this an ordinary wooden sword?"
"It's just ordinary peach wood. If you like it, I'll go back and make one for you." Monk Liaofan still smiled.
"Monk, you are the first person who can break through my body-protecting scales with a wooden sword," Hei Lin said.
Monk Liaofan recited the Buddha's name and bowed to Hei Lin: "Please give me your noble hand."
Black Scale sneered and stroked the scar on his arm: "What if I don't?"
"Then monk, I will chop you down. With the next strike, there are not many people in the world who can catch you. Maybe there are people in Chang'an City, but they are definitely not Your Excellency." Monk Liao Fan's eyes were a little sharp.
Today's Liaofan is very ordinary, just like a hidden sword. You will never know what kind of sword is hidden in this ordinary scabbard until you draw the sword.
Facing Fan, Black Scale finally retreated.
"Okay, I won't hurt him or take anything from him."
"That's good." Monk Liaofan didn't pay any attention to it. After Hei Lin said that he would no longer embarrass Chen Qingshan, he turned around and left.
It was as if his appearance here was to rescue Chen Qingshan from the siege.
Monk Liaofan walked away leaning on his wooden sword.
Chen Qingshan and Hei Lin were left staring at each other. Hei Lin was a little embarrassed and wanted to say something, but couldn't lose face.
"Well, little friend, let's discuss something." Hei Lin rubbed his hands and said awkwardly.
Chen Qingshan snorted coldly.
"No negotiation."
"You can give me some dragon blood for elixirs, and you can gain my friendship." Seeing that Hei Lin couldn't steal Chen Qingshan's red dragon, he could only settle for the next best thing. It would also be good to get some dragon blood for elixirs.
"Who cares about your friendship?" Chen Qingshan turned his head to the side, with resentment in his heart. If Master Liaofan hadn't arrived in time, his red dragon would have been eaten by the old man.
Black Scale gritted his teeth and said: "You will have a share of the elixir that I have refined."
Chen Qingshan was unmoved and muttered: "How do I know whether that pill is useful to me? What if I take that pill and my body can't bear the power of the medicine and explodes? I'm not like you, I have no mother.
The mythical beast."
Hearing this, Hei Lin's eyelids jumped. This boy named Chen was really good at scolding people. He couldn't hit him again and again, so he replied "Your mother". This old monster who has lived in Longhu Mountain for who knows how long finally finally
It's a defense that has been broken.
"That pill is of great use to you and me." Hei Lin said patiently.
Chen Qingshan smiled half-heartedly, looking at Black Scale.
"He Dan?"
"The Life Tribulation Pill, I am now at the late stage of the Seventh Realm, and with this protective scale armor, I can fight at the peak of the Seventh Realm. With this pill, I may be able to take another half step forward. By then, there should be no one in the Seventh Realm.
You can kill me." Hei Lin touched his chin and said.
Hei Lin thought of the monk's sword again. The monk was very strange. Even if he took half a step forward, he couldn't seem to beat that guy.
"As for you humans, this pill can be taken when you are enlightened. It has the effect of resisting the catastrophe." Hei Lin added.
Hei Lin has shown his sincerity and is waiting for Chen Qingshan's decision.
Chen Qingshan pondered for a while: "In that case, let's do it. I hope senior will not disappoint Mr. Chen."
"Of course not." Hei Lin's tone softened.
Black Scale doesn't require much dragon blood. It's about the size of a wooden barrel, which is indeed insignificant compared to the ten-foot-long dragon body.
"I'm going to Yunmengze, so you stay in Kongmingfang and don't go out of the city."
Hei Lin was a little excited after receiving the dragon's blood and gave Chen Qingshan a warning. Then he hurriedly left Kongmingfang.
Black Scale is going to Yunmengze to get some medicinal materials.
Watching Hei Lin leave, Chen Qingshan was a little tired, so he said goodbye to Qing Shiniang who was still dazed, entered the building at the end of Kongmingfang, and went directly to the third floor. According to the agreement, Chen Qingshan did not disturb Uncle Qian.
Chen Qingshan took out a new set of tables and chairs from the storage ring and replaced them. This was brought by Chen Qingshan from Shengyan Academy.
There is also a clump of bamboo carved on the side of the table, with the words "humility and humility" written on it, which is probably the self-encouragement of Confucian scholars.
Unknowingly, the sky outside the building became darker. Chen Qingshan opened the window and looked up. There were dark clouds. It turned out to be raining.
In the past few days, it has snowed in Chang'an for a long time, but it rained for the first time. This should be the first rain after Chen Qingshan came to Chang'an City. Chen Qingshan stretched out his hand. The rain was very thin, but the drizzle was long and should be
It will rain for a long time.
Outside Kongmingfang, a person came with an oil-paper umbrella, a gold-threaded dress, and blond hair. She was the 19th princess of the day.
Xiaojiu remembered what Chen Qingshan told her. Chen Qingshan was in Kongmingfang. She could go find Chen Qingshan when she had time and let Chen Qingshan tell stories outside Chang'an City.
Xiaojiu was walking on Kongmingfang Street and immediately saw Chen Qingshan who was catching the rain upstairs. He trotted over, ignoring the mud on his shoes.
"Chen Qingshan, it's raining today. You should be free. Tell me a story."
Chen Qingshan looked down and saw Xiaojiu. He did not expect that Xiaojiu would really come to Kongmingfang.
But Xiaojiu was right, it was raining today and he, Chen Qingshan, was indeed free.
"Okay, it's cold outside, come upstairs quickly."
There was a stove upstairs, so Chen Qingshan added some wood to it to prevent Xiaojiu from catching the cold. As the fire ignited, the room became much warmer.
Xiaojiu stretched out his hand to warm the fire, his face turned red, and he couldn't tell whether it was from the cold or the fire.
Chen Qingshan took out a few sweet potatoes from the storage ring, which he brought from Tianlan Village, and started roasting them on fire.
"Sweet potato?" Xiaojiu asked.
"Huh? Your Highness Nineteenth knows this thing? I thought people in the palace don't eat sweet potatoes." Chen Qingshan was slightly surprised.
"Of course I recognize it. The people in the imperial city are also human beings. It's not like I don't like the fireworks of the world. It's not like I don't even know a sweet potato." Xiaojiu felt a little annoyed that Chen Qingshan underestimated her.
"As long as you recognize it." Chen Qingshan fiddled with the fire and laughed. He remembered that in Jishui Town, when it was time to burn the straw, Wu Guanshan and Chen Qingshan would bury the stolen sweet potatoes in the ashes of the straw and stew them.
After the previous night, I had sweet and glutinous sweet potatoes to eat.
"Here, I'll give you one, be careful it's hot."
The sweet potatoes were ready, Chen Qingshan took one to Xiaojiu, who held it through his clothes, peeled it carefully, and ate it slowly.
"In a place far away from Chang'an City, called Jishui, there is a young man in the town who sharpens swords for a living, and there is also a young man who likes to listen to music. The two young men are very good friends..."
Chen Qingshan began to tell Xiaojiu the story of Jishui Town.
The dark clouds were suppressed, electric snakes were swimming around, and the rain falling was thin and dense, which made it feel like spring rain.
It rained in Chang'an City, and it also rained in the distant Zhennanguan Pass. There was fighting under the city tower, the rain and blood came together, and the sounds of killing and rain also came together.
On top of the city tower, a young man beat the fou and sang, "All the heroes in the world will be put into my jar."
This is Wu Guanshan. After he arrived at Zhennanguan, he found his elder, who was Wu Guanshan's second grandfather.
The second grandfather has been to Zhennan Pass since he was a young man. His black hair turned into white hair, and he is now the deputy general of the King of Zhennan.
Wu Guanshan threw himself under his command and killed the enemy at Zhennanguan. After Wu Guanshan arrived at Zhennanguan, he not only practiced but also killed the enemy. The fighting at Zhennanguan seemed to have never stopped.
Wu Guanshan also grew up in the fighting, and is now a second-level martial artist. In terms of cultivation speed, he is no worse than Chen Qingshan and others who have had many opportunities.
Wu Guanshan had no chance. His cultivation was achieved through killing. Now Wu Guanshan has nearly 10,000 dead souls under his command.
That's why Wu Guanshan had the heroic words of wishing all the heroes in the world to fall into my urn.
May all the heroes in the world enter my urn, which is not only Wu Guanshan’s libretto to express his spirit, but also the vision in Chen Qingshan’s heart.
Wu Guanshan proves his way through killing at the Nanguan of this town. All the heroes in the world enter the urn of Wu Guanshan. Every time he kills one person, Wu Guanshan becomes stronger. Until he kills all the heroes in the world, then Wu Guanshan is invincible in the world.
Wu Guan is now a little less frivolous than when he left Jishui Town. Because of his beard, he looks a little more youthful and mature.
Wu Guanshan sat at the top of the city, watching the fighting below. He was dressed in blood-stained armor, with a family heirloom sword on his waist, and his hair was tied back casually.
This was the first rain in Zhennanguan since coming to Jishui Town. When Wu Guanshan, who was about to go out of the city to kill the enemy, saw the rain, he sat down at the top of the city and sang while beating his canou, over and over again.
Wu Guanshan was beating the fou at the head of Zhennanguan City, but his eyes were looking to the north, as if he was talking in a dream.
"Qingshan, what does Chang'an City look like? Is it raining or snowing in Chang'an City today?" "No matter what, I wish you peace, Qingshan."
Wu Guanshan smiled, put away the fou, took off the sword from his waist, and entered the battle to kill the enemy!