Hong Jin was caught the first time she went out, and she never thought that one day she would offend a black dragon.
From then on, there was a little girl in red behind Mo Yuan. The girl's face was full of displeasure, but she didn't dare to run. She had to listen to Mo Yuan's nagging along the way. She suddenly felt that there was nothing outside.
All is not well.
"I really want to go back..."
Hong Jin muttered, but gave up the idea after taking a look at Mo Yuan in front of her.
It will be eaten.
She had no choice but to turn her grief and anger into strength, and took a few gulps of wine into her mouth. When she was drunk, she couldn't remember anything.
"liquor?"
Mo Yuan blinked and then snatched the wine from the little fish demon.
"Mine!"
Hong Jin's eyes widened and he said: "How can this be possible? Is it possible that you, a real dragon, still lack this little wine and want to steal it from me?"
Mo Yuan smiled and said, "I just like to steal other people's things, don't you agree?"
"you……"
Hong Jin saw that Mo Yuan drank all the wine in the gourd in one gulp, and she felt her heart bleeding.
After drinking, Mo Yuan burped, and then threw the empty gourd to Hong Jin.
Hong Jin blinked her eyes and started crying in a flash.
"Cry louder, I can't hear you!" Mo Yuan said.
"Wow……"
Hongjin cried even louder after hearing this.
Mo Yuan nodded with satisfaction and said, "Not bad, I'm very satisfied, keep it up."
He patted Hong Jin on the head and then walked forward, not caring how loudly Hong Jin was crying behind him.
Hong Jin kept crying and refused to leave. She sat on the ground and started to roll around.
"You pay for my wine, pay for my wine!"
"I don't. The louder you cry, the happier I am, hahaha."
Mo Yuan laughed. He thought this fish demon was really fun, much more fun than Su Junhan.
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Years passed by, and three years passed in a flash.
In the past three years, many turmoils have arisen in the world. Daxiang, who had been calm for some years, once again rebelled, and it was different from the past...
The rebels gathered all the refugees after the flood and rose up in the southern region at an extremely fast speed under the banner of restoration. King Xiang Zhao Zhen conducted several encirclement and suppression campaigns but failed to gain any advantage in the end.
After the group of rebels occupied Tongshun Mansion, they recruited troops all the way. At the same time, many people responded. In just three years, they went from an initial number of more than 20,000 troops to nearly 80,000 troops today.
Fifty percent of the southern territory was also captured by him.
But what is puzzling is that the leader of this group of rebels has never shown up, and there is not even any news.
"Really interesting..."
Zhao Zhen looked at the document and sneered, then asked: "Who do you think it could be?"
A figure suddenly flashed out of the palace. The old man lowered his head and said, "I wonder... does the king still remember the year when Anqing was burned down?"
"You mean..."
Zhao Zhenxu raised his eyes, and murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Emperor Jing Yan Xun did die in the fire, but some people escaped.
He snorted coldly and murmured: "It's true that wildfire can't burn it all..."
Lying down, the old man considered it for a moment, and then said again: "Your Majesty, can this old slave say a few more words?"
"explain."
"In the past three years, the king has repeatedly sent troops south to suppress the rebels. Each time, the troops sent were far superior to the rebels, but the result was repeated defeats. This matter...isn't it a little too strange?"
A cold light flashed in Zhao Zhen's eyes, but it passed away quietly.
He looked at the old man kneeling under the hall and asked, "Why do you think it is?"
"I don't dare to speak nonsense."
"You are not guilty."
"I'm afraid, I'm afraid it has something to do with Marquis Qingbo..."
A smile appeared on Zhao Zhen's lips, but she shook her head and said nothing.
"Don't mention this matter again."
"yes……"
Zhao Zhen waved her hand, and the people kneeling in the hall retreated.
Zhao Zhen was the only one left in the palace.
Zhao Zhen thought of many past events. There were not many things in this world that could be hidden from him, but he just didn't want to mention them.
"It's time to go to the Southern Territory and have a look..."
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The eighth year of prosperity, late spring.
During the days when Huaixu was about to arrive, many people came and went from Liuyun Temple.
After not returning for a long time, Mo Yuan returned to the mountain. He went out for a trip and actually brought back a little fish demon.
Mo Yuan walked in the front door, and another person came behind him.
Ying Yuan, the second prince of the Dragon Palace, came to visit and brought many things. They were all rare items, but the most important thing was wine. It must have been the old Dragon King who told his husband that he was good at wine.
Mo Yuan was an acquaintance, and after hearing what the second prince said about it, he said: "You and I both have the same name as Yuan, so we are destined to be together, but according to our seniority, I should be considered your elder. Since we are your elders, so what?
I have to give you something good too."
Mo Yuan waved his hand and threw three hundred years of merit to Ying Yuan.
After Ying Yuan took over, he was stunned for a long time. Once he made a move, it would be three hundred years of merit!?
Even his father might not be so generous.
It is estimated that no one knows how much merit Mo Yuan brought back from the Yun Mansion, but he has given away many merits over the years, as much as a thousand years.
"I heard from Mr. Chen before that Mo Long had to go through five heavenly tribulations before he transformed into a dragon. Can Ying Yuan ask Mo Long about overcoming the tribulations?"
"Then there's something to be said."
Mo Yuan gets excited when he talks about this, after all, this is the thing he deserves to brag about most.
After this talk, there was no end, and he talked from morning till night.
Ying Yuan's face turned bitter when he heard this, and Chenghuang, who was standing on the vertical ridge of Liuyun Temple, was also disturbed by the nagging and could not practice peacefully.
Yu Hongjin, who was brought back all the way, blocked her ears as she was familiar with the journey and didn't want to hear a word.
This Mo Yuan...
What a disaster!
At night, Ying Yuan ran away in despair, not daring to ask for advice anymore. He originally planned to stay in the view and wait for Mr. Chen. After seeing Mo Yuan's ability, he went to Qiuyue Square.
We found a mortal inn to rest our feet.
In short, unless Mr. Chen comes back, he will not go up the mountain again.
Two more days passed, and it looked like summer was about to begin, and the weather was getting sultry.
A different guest came to Liuyun Temple.
He's a ghost cultivator!
When the ghost cultivator arrived at the gate of Liuyun Temple, there was a sudden vibration in the temple.
The woman in the long skirt took a few steps back, and then she saw a burst of golden light flashing from the vertical ridge of Liuyun Temple, falling to the gate.
Chenghuang looked at the female ghost in front of him and said, "Girl, stop, this is not the place for you to come."
He had long said that he would drive away evil spirits and avoid disasters for Liuyun Temple. This was the first time in so many years that he encountered a soul of the dead who dared to come here.
The girl in front of the gate was stunned for a moment, then bowed and said, "My little girl didn't mean to offend, and I hope you can forgive me."
"In the early years, my daughter met a gentleman. I didn't expect that the gentleman left in a hurry. Now I heard that he was here, so I wanted to come and visit. If I am offended, I will leave now."
After hearing this, Chenghuang paused and asked, "Do you recognize Mr. Chen?"
The girl raised her head and said, "My little girl, I have met Mr. Chen several times."