Mo Li bent down and carefully stretched out his hand towards the white dumpling.
As soon as the fingertips touched the outermost layer of fluff, all the water droplets sticking to the white rat evaporated. The round little thing immediately rolled on the upper of Doctor Mo's shoe, with its belly facing upwards and its four paws comfortably. Wear it by your side.
- Spiritual animals can still survive in caves and can cultivate on their own!
Finally found the same kind of ink carp and was very happy. The more he looked at this white mouse, the more he loved it. He wanted to bring out some food to feed it, but this time he entered the mountain in a hurry, and he didn't bring anything.
The ink carp tentatively poked the little belly of the white mouse.
Soft and warm.
The white mouse didn't resist, and hugged Doctor Mo's fingers with his little paws.
The spiritual power flowed out from the fingertips of the black carp, and it quickly got a response. Although the aura of the chubby white rat was incompatible with this grotto, it swallowed the spiritual power given by the black carp without any obstacles, and even shook it twice. The finger of the ink carp seems to be asking for more.
"Where did you come from?"
The ink carp didn't tease the fat rat any more. If it was the same kind, the other party might have already opened the intelligence.
He guessed that a few days ago, it was this white mouse that sneaked into the cave, knocked over the medicine basket, and smashed the ice. As a result, he jumped out of the water after being agitated, scaring the little guy.
The ink carp touched the delicate claws of the white rat. Since it is a rodent, it should also have the ability to burrow into the ground.
He searched the entire Qimao Mountain that day, but he never thought of going underground.
Besides, the breath of this little thing is too weak.
The ink carp couldn't help holding the chubby white rat in front of him and assessed its strength. Although they were all monsters, there was a gap between the tiger demon and the rat demon. Taking the ink carp as an example, its original body was a fish. More than ten years ago, the torrential rains in Qimao Mountain continued, and the grottoes were filled with water. rushed out. It struggled all the way to escape, but what a fish can do, the aura cannot stop the flood, even if it jumps out of the water with great effort, it will still be taken away by the current.
When Mo Li hugged a stubby tree, he realized that he had subconsciously transformed into a human form.
Driftwood is not big, and can only withstand the size of a child.
—Then he was picked up by Mr. Qin.
At that time, Mo Li couldn't even speak, couldn't walk the road, didn't know big characters, and didn't know the dangers in the world. If the real identity is discovered, the consequences will be disastrous.
"My luck is very good, and it looks like your luck is also good." Mo Li reached out and touched the tip of the chubby white rat's nose. The latter tilted his head and glanced at him, and formed himself into a ball again.
"Go back with me?" Mo Li pushed the ball away again and discussed with Fat Mouse.
White Mouse shook his head.
Doctor Mo pondered: "That's right, there is more spiritual energy here in the cave."
But he always felt that the breath of the white mouse was incompatible with the cave. Even if this soft dumpling was lying in his palm, Mo Li had the illusion that the other party might disappear at any time. Thinking of the recent vision in Zhushan County, Mo Li tentatively asked: "Do you know dragon veins?"
Surprisingly, the white mouse nodded.
Although with its hairy body shape, the nodding action is far less obvious than the shaking of the head.
Mo Li was startled, he held the white mouse to the level of his line of sight: "Do you really know the dragon veins? Are there dragon veins in Qimao Mountain?"
Fat Rat nodded again affirmatively.
Mo Li couldn't help but lowered his voice and asked, "Then, where are the dragon veins?"
The fat rat stepped on the palm of the ink carp.
"… "
Probably realizing that his body shape cannot fully express the correct meaning, the chubby white rat rolled over and raised his paws to point to the ground.
"Under our... feet?" Mo Li never thought about the so-called dragon veins, which are hidden under this cave.
It makes sense to think about it, this is the place where Qimao Mountain has the most abundant spiritual energy.
The white rat swung its paw towards the pool, then pulled a long line and stopped in the direction of the hole. After it was done, it still felt that it was not enough, and its two front paws were like holding pine cones, and they gestured to the largest space that it could cover.
"Is it Lingquan Lake? The whole grotto? Qimao Mountain?"
When Mo Li said the last word, Fat Mouse nodded his head heavily.
Doctor Mo sighed, the dragon veins are actually so big and spread all over the Qimao Mountain, this is the worst situation. Such a big mountain can't be moved, and it can't be covered. How can it be protected
Master Li said that natural and man-made disasters will bring the dragon veins to life, but there is no change in this cave. Since he entered the mountain, he has not seen anything unusual. Could it be that the dragon vein is an invisible thing, its existence and its passing cannot be seen or touched
Should not be ah.
Humans can't feel it, he is a monster, and he can't even find it
What kind of existence is the dragon vein
The chubby white rat saw the ink carp frown in a trance, its small claws moved, and quietly clumped up, and then the whole body suddenly floated up and hit the ink carp's eyebrows.
Its speed is very fast, and when the ink carp reacts, the white dumpling is already close at hand.
The ink carp hurriedly avoided, feeling inexplicable when the white dumpling missed a hit, but its body collapsed, turning into a dense fog and slamming the ink carp.
"boom!"
The pool water surged and piled up a high water column.
The lasing water even passed through the gap in the roof of the cave, jetting outward.
The silver moonlight continued to circulate in the water waves, followed by a faint golden flower, and then it became brighter and brighter. The gold and silver rays of light filled the entire pool, and at the same time, the grotto shook and the snow melted.
This was just the beginning, and the Qimao Mountain began to shake slightly within a radius of 300 miles.
The people fled their houses in panic, shouting that the dragon turned over.
The tragic destruction of the house did not happen. Although the shaking was obvious, the magnitude was not large. When people stood on the ground, they could only feel the numbness of their feet and involuntarily shivered.
After shaking like this for a full quarter of an hour, the vibration stopped.
People held their heads and looked around tremblingly, and found that the house was still a house, and there was neither a crack in the ground nor anything broken in the house.
It's just that everyone was covered in the snow that fell from the heights.
There are also particularly unlucky people who were injured by crushed ice.
Qin Lu held Tang Xiaotang in his arms, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, he looked in the direction of Qimao Mountain, and couldn't help worrying in his heart.
And in the grotto of Qimao Mountain, Mo Li's consciousness is sinking into a void of nothingness. Looking up, it is a dazzling light. Looking down at the rolling clouds and mist, he can't see his body, as if he has transformed into a wind. A wisp of cloud drifted like this.
After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly saw a crisscross of houses and markets under the clouds.
There are mountains in the distance, and rivers run through the city.
There was a faint fire in the city, and the ink carp wanted to look again, but the "body" floated forward involuntarily. It was a majestic palace city with red walls and glazed tiles. .
Halls and pavilions are listed, row upon row.
In the middle of the palace, there are ten squatting beasts with different shapes on the corners of the long eaves that extend out.
"This is..." Mo Li exclaimed in a low voice.
The teacher taught that nine is the number of poles, and there is only one place in the world where there are ten crouching beasts on the roof. That is the Hall of Wanhe, where the king who sits in the north and faces the south, who is called a lonely emperor, holds a court meeting, is worshipped by all directions, and the whole world surrenders.
Although the world is in chaos today, any cat or dog can claim the throne with a banner, but it is not possible to build such a large city and such a grand palace.
So this must be Taijing Xianyang.
Xianyang is the capital of several dynasties, also known as Taijing, because every dynasty and every generation likes to change the name of the imperial capital of the capital, which leads to a lot of confusion in the records. It is very troublesome, and it is often taboo, so there is the nickname of Taijing.
It's so good, why did you suddenly arrive at Taijing
Mo Li was at a loss. At this moment, an incomparably powerful aura enveloped the entire capital, and he was trapped in it, unable to break free. The ink carp raised his head instinctively, and the dazzling golden light suddenly became much gentler. He saw a huge behemoth entrenched in the sky above Taijing, and the beam of Wanhe Hall could only be worth a scale.
Dragon, golden dragon.
Mo Li opened his mouth uncontrollably, because he felt the breath on the dragon, exactly the same as the little fat mouse squatting in his palm just now.
"Who are you?"
"… "
The golden dragon slowly bowed its head, its body was too large, and its eyes were like two suns that suddenly lit up in a dark night.
Mo Li's expression was weird. He felt that "he" was being held by the dragon on his claws. The golden dragon blew lightly, and Mo Li felt the world spinning in an instant.
He raised his paw inexplicably.
Wait, where did the claws come from
Mo Li looked down at "self", then froze.
He has a slender body, black and shiny scales, sharp claws on his belly, and a long beard that seems to be fluttering on the side of his face.
- It doesn't look like a snake, let alone a lizard.
Mo Li raised his head blankly, and saw the reflection of "self" in Jin Long's dazzling pupils.
A tiny little black dragon, so thin that one suspects that it is malnourished.
But why is this feeling so familiar? It seems like something similar has happened before - Mo Li suddenly thought of that chubby white rat, didn't he just squat in his palm, soft, looking harmless and well-behaved.
cheated.
The ink carp was expressionless, and the golden dragon raised the other paw, pointed at himself, and then pointed at the ink carp.
"Come to me." The voice was like a dull thunder in the sky, accompanied by countless echoes.
"why?"
Mo Li thought, why would he talk to a dragon who deceived him.
"You are the dragon vein, and I am the dragon vein, so protect yourself." Jinlong turned his head sideways and gently pushed the ink carp with his claws.
"Wait, what did you say?"
Mo Li was shocked, and he instinctively asked, but the gust of wind rolled him up and down, and when he was able to open his eyes, he saw the Lingquan Pool surging in golden light and silver light.
"boom."
The water flowed back into the pool, and the splashes of water splashed all over Mo Li. He took a few steps back and leaned directly against the cave wall, gasping for breath.
There were no dragons, no fat rats in the cave, and the strange aura disappeared completely.
Mo Li wiped his face, and he soon discovered that his body had never left the grotto, and the scene just now was just what he saw consciously, just like he occasionally used his spiritual power to investigate Qimao Mountain.
Longmai, Taijing...
Golden Dragon, Black Dragon...
Mo Li sat on the ground in a daze, so he wasn't a monster
The author has something to say:
The fat mouse squatted on the hand of the ink carp, narrowed his eyes, then changed his body and held the ink carp in his palm: That's what it feels like, isn't it fun
Ink carp:…
Punch it in the past.
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Mo Li couldn't help but lowered his voice and asked, "Then, where are the dragon veins?"
The fat rat stepped on the palm of the ink carp: You
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Thinking that he was the protagonist of a development article, with the mentality of an old father, holding a white ginseng and a white fox giant snake, suddenly a little fat mouse fell from the sky, he happily picked it up and prepared to raise it, but the world turned around. A huge golden dragon smiled at him with the mentality of an old father.
main character:…
Protagonist: What about the author? I'm going on strike! I'm not a monster!