Feng Ruizhong's action reminded Zhuang Qing of Fu Li's elder, Suzaku Moon.
There are too many things in the Qiankun bag, and Zhuang Qing can't imagine what is in it, let alone accept it.
"Sorry, there are regulations in the management office that you cannot accept gifts from other practitioners." Zhuang Qing bowed, "Thank you for the generous gift of seniors."
"There is a saying in the human world. The elders give you a gift. If you don't want to accept it, you will look down on me as an elder." Feng Ruizhong's appearance is very bright, and when he is not smiling, his eyebrows are raised slightly. Power comes.
"Thank you Uncle Feng." Fu Li took the Qiankun bag for Zhuang Qing.
"It's still Xiaoli." Feng Ruizhong put on a smile again, he patted the hat on Fuli's head, and said with some distress: "How have you been all these years?"
Fu Li nodded shyly.
Feng Ruizhong looked at the hat on his head that was turned into a spell, and his eyes seemed to have flashes of emotion, but in the end he just helped him straighten the hat: "Take care of yourself, and let me know if you need anything."
He took out a few jade pendants and stuffed them into Fu Li's hands: "If something happens, break the jade plaque, and I will rush over immediately."
Holding these jade cards, Fu Li stared at Feng Ruizhong in a daze. Feng Ruizhong's behavior was too close, he should have suspected the other party's intentions, but as long as the other party smiled at him, he only had intimacy in his heart and nothing else.
"Uncle Feng..." Fu Li couldn't help asking, "Have we met before?"
Feng Rui smiled again and said, "It's snowing, go back early." He turned his eyes to Zhuang Qing and gave him a friendly smile, "Farewell."
Seeing that Feng Ruizhong was wearing the exact same clothes as Fu Li, Zhuang Qing said with a stern face, "Senior please take care."
Feng Rui opened the car door again and smiled at Fu Li: "Get in the car quickly."
He has a strong learning ability, and he knows how to open the door and how to integrate himself into the crowd without being obtrusive after just one ride in a car.
Fu Li sat in the co-pilot, the corners of his lips moved, but he was speechless. Feng Ruizhong did not deny that he had met him before, but he also did not admit that they had known each other. Is it because the other party doesn't want to say it, or chooses to hide it because of scruples.
While he was thinking about it, Feng Ruizhong put a Qiankun bag in his arms again: "Be nice to yourself, don't feel wronged for food, clothing, shelter and transportation." The smile was a little reluctant, "It doesn't matter if you pay attention to your clothes."
Fu Li was a little inexplicable. Why did Uncle Feng look at him as if he had suffered great suffering and grievances
"Take care of yourself." Feng Ruizhong gave Fu Li a deep look, then turned and walked in another direction.
Fu Li looked at his back, feeling unspeakable in his heart, he opened the car door and chased after him: "Uncle Feng."
"What's wrong?" Feng Ruizhong stopped in his tracks, and when he turned to look at him, the joy in his eyes could hardly be concealed.
"This is where I work. Come to me when you are free, and I will take you to eat the delicacies of the human world." Fu Li put a business card in Feng Ruizhong's hand, and stared at Feng Ruizhong tightly. "You must come."
Feng Rui looked at the business card in his palm and carefully put it into his storage ring: "Okay."
Fu Li rolled his eyes and ran back to Zhuang Qing's car with a smile. When he turned around again, except for the heavy snow flying behind the car, Feng Ruizhong could no longer be seen. He lowered his head and handed the Qiankun bag that Feng Ruizhong had given to Zhuang Qing to Zhuang Qing.
Zhuang Qing took the Qiankun bag, which was as small as a sack, and felt a little sour in her heart, but she felt that she was so sour for no reason. When Feng Rui was arranging Fu Li's hat, he almost couldn't help reaching out and slapped the other's hand away.
Fortunately, he held back in the end, otherwise Fu Li would have thought he was moody. He threw the Qiankun bag into the storage box, trying to make his expression look normal, "This senior Feng, is it possible that he is... Senior Wuyingshan?"
Fu Li shook his head gently: "Impossible. Although the elders rarely live in human form in the mountains, they have also taken shape in front of me, not them."
"Have you seen all the human figures of the elders?" Zhuang Qing felt that Feng Ruizhong's attitude towards Fu Li had long since surpassed the normal attitude of the big demon to the little demon. No matter how kind the ancient demon is, it is also a bit arrogant, and it is impossible to get along so well.
"I've seen it all." Fu Li said, "When I first transformed into a human form, I was not used to using the human body. The elders in the mountains were afraid that I would reject the human form, so they all transformed into a human form and accompany me through that period. Time. The appearance of each of their demons, I remember clearly, it is impossible to forget."
"Your human pet..."
"Well, I don't remember very clearly." Fu Li felt that he had said too much, and was instantly slapped by Zhuang Qing, "Anyway, I have never seen this senior Feng before."
Zhuang Qing used his mobile phone to enter the work system and retrieved the identity information that Feng Ruizhong had just registered with the Yaomeng.
10,000 years is probably just a casual number. Born in Nanshan, Jiaozhou
Jiaozhou Nanshan has a very wide range. With such a vague address, it is impossible to find out the true body of the other party, and no one can determine whether the so-called birthplace is true or false.
If the other party is not Fu Li's elder, why is he acting so close? Is it right
Zhuang Qing tried hard to suppress this thought, and said with a sullen face: "I heard you mentioned that there is a sparrow on your mountain that can't change shape..."
"How is that possible, the little sparrow is narcissistic and noisy, and it is a female bird." The sparrow in Fu Li's memory has not been transformed for thousands of years, and the voice is as immature as a human girl, which makes him unable to regard her as an elder. Looking at it, the little sparrow doesn't seem to care about this, and he always plays with him on weekdays.
Seeing Fu Li's affirmative attitude, Zhuang Qing's doubts were even worse. There can be no good for no reason in the world. But he saw that Fu Li seemed to be very fond of that Feng Ruizhong, and he didn't express his suspicions.
Returning to Zhuang Qing's villa after get off work in the evening, Fu Li had dinner and sat cross-legged on the sofa watching TV. After watching it for a while, he suddenly remembered the two Qiankun bags that Feng Ruizhong gave him.
Opened one of the bags and poured it out casually. The jewelry, gold, and fabric instantly piled up the whole room, submerging the furniture.
Zhuang Qing, who heard the movement in the kitchen, came out and saw the mountains of gold jewelry, like discarded rubbish piled up in his living room, what was Fu Li doing
Fu Li was taken aback by the mountain of treasures, and he hurriedly recited a formula to put the things back. He only poured out a small part of the Qiankun bag, and it was piled up like this. If it was all poured out...
"What are you doing?" Zhuang Qing dried his hands, frowning when he saw Fu Li holding the Qiankun bag in his hand, "Is this given to you by the big demon today?"
Fu Li nodded blankly, he probably understood why Uncle Feng threw him another Qiankun bag before he left. Maybe it was because he saw that the hat he was wearing was made of leaves, and thought he was having a hard time, so he gave him so much gold, silver, jewelry, cloth, jade, etc.
This misunderstanding may be a bit big.
Another Qiankun bag, Fuli, didn't dare to pour it out like just now. After he opened the bag, he swept it inside with his divine sense. There were all kinds of medicinal herbs, spiritual fruit, medicinal materials and magic tools. There are a lot of toys.
Fu Li has a lot of good things in his hand. Although he is shocked by Feng Ruizhong's generosity, he has not yet reached the point of losing his temper. Zhuang Qing feels that this is extremely bizarre. Any of these medicinal materials can make countless practitioners. Coveted, that Feng Ruizhong was too good to Fu Li.
He found the Qiankun bag given to him by Feng Ruizhong, opened it and swept it with his divine sense. Although the contents inside were not as many as Fuli, they were all very rare. Most importantly, Zhuang Qing sensed the dragon's breath in this Qiankun bag.
He took out the black wooden box exuding dragon energy from the Qiankun bag. Before opening the lid of the box, Zhuang Qing could feel the powerful dragon power and aura, and his hand could not even hold it.
"Dragon Qi?" Fu Li also felt this extraordinarily powerful aura. He looked down at the box in Zhuang Qing's hand, "What's inside?"
Zhuang Qing opened the lid of the box, and there was a dragon horn inside. The dark blue dragon horn was aura of majestic energy, as if a dragon would soar out in the next moment, roaring in the heaven and earth. In an instant, a phantom of a green dragon appeared above the black wooden box. His huge dragon head looked at Zhuang Qing without any emotion in his eyes.
"My junior, you actually opened this box?" The phantom suddenly let out a long roar, turning into a blue light and entering between Zhuang Qing's brows. Zhuang Qing shook his hand, and the black wooden box fell to the ground. The dragon's horn shattered at the moment it landed, leaving only pale and bleak fragments.
"Zhuang Qing." Fu Li saw that the dragon energy continued to flow out from Zhuang Qing's body, and he was busy setting up a barrier around the villa, reaching out to clear the meridians for Zhuang Qing. However, as soon as he touched Zhuang Qing's back, a powerful dragon pressure attacked him.
This dragon energy was guarding against him and not letting him approach, but it was very friendly to Zhuang Qing, as if it was protecting him.
Aware of this, Fu Li didn't dare to approach any more rashly, and sat down with his legs crossed. If Zhuang Qing had any abnormality, he would have time to react.
Zhuang Qing no longer knew what was going on in the outside world. At this moment, his soul was inhaled into the sea of consciousness by the strange dragon qi. Although Zhuang Qing is not a pure-bred golden dragon, he is a genius of cultivation, and his sea of consciousness is also exceptionally powerful.
He looked at Qinglong who appeared in his sea of consciousness, and subconsciously guessed his identity.
"You are the holy beast Qinglong-sama?"
Qinglong's eyes are no longer as indifferent as before, his voice is low and vicissitudes, as if he has experienced vicissitudes of life, life and death will not make him have too many emotions: "I didn't expect that my destiny dragon is actually half human and half human. The dragon's hybrid golden dragon. Stop it, it's all God's will. Humans created words and became the leader of all spirits. If you come to inherit the dragon family, you may be able to win a ray of life for the world under the way of heaven."
Zhuang Qing remembered the dragon horn in the black wooden box, he stepped forward and gave a big gift to Qinglong: "Junior Zhuang Qing, I have seen Lord Holy Beast."
"The Qinglong holy beast died five thousand years ago, and I'm just a remnant of his soul attached to his dragon's horn." Qinglong sighed, "You opened the box that sealed the remnant soul, which is your fate."
Zhuang Qing watched the wisp of the blue dragon remnant warily, but did not dare to act rashly. Because this is his sea of consciousness, any action may cause irreparable damage to him.
The remnant soul seemed to see what he was thinking, but he didn't care, he just said: "I will send you the inheritance of the dragon clan today. I hope you will take a closer look and protect the safety of the land." After the words fell, the remnant soul gradually disappeared, turning into little stars. In Zhuang Qing's sea of consciousness, he gradually mixed with the sea of consciousness.
Zhuang Qing felt that his brain was pounding, and his meridians were filled with countless spiritual energy, and his bones were growing impatiently.
"The last transformation of the dragon clan?" Fu Li noticed that the dragon armor on Zhuang Qing's body was disappearing and appearing, and the dragon horns on the top of his head also grew out. The golden light of merit surrounded his body, as if he wanted to help Zhuang Qing reborn.
The Dragon Clan will undergo the last metamorphosis between 1,500 and 2,000 years old. If they survive this metamorphosis, their cultivation will greatly increase. But Fu Li never expected that in the Qiankun bag that Uncle Feng gave to Zhuang Qing, there would be something related to the dragon clan, which stimulated Zhuang Qing to suddenly enter a state of transformation.
Before he could think about it, Fu Li took out a piece of cloth from the Qiankun bag, wrapped Zhuang Qing in the cloth, shrunk to the seaside of the sea market, turned it into its original form, and took Zhuang Qing to the bottom of the sea.
The last time Zhuang Qing took him to the Golden Dragon Palace, he was still in a coma, but when he went back, he made a special note of the route.
"Mom, just now a white Samoyed committed suicide by jumping into the sea with a roll of cloth in his mouth."
On the beach, there are some human beings playing, no one knows that there is a dragon passing by. A little girl with her hair covered and holding a doll in her arms pointed to the sea, "Dad, go and save the dog."
The little girl's father's eyes swept back and forth on the silent sea several times, and smiled helplessly: "Baby, Dad didn't see the dog."
"It must have sank and drowned." The four or five-year-old child, convinced of what he saw, thought of the snow-white dog drowned in the sea, and the little girl burst into tears.
Tears flopped into the sand, and soon wet a small patch of sand.
The girl's parents were reluctant to bear their child's sadness. The girl's father searched around the coast, and finally had to come back and say, "You're right, baby, I just saw a white dog crawling out of the sea and running away."
"Really?" The little girl looked at her father with red eyes. In her heart, her father was omnipotent and would definitely not lie to her.
"Really, the dog got up and ran." The girl's father pointed in a random direction. "It's a pity that it ran so fast that my father didn't catch up."
"It's good to be able to get up." The little girl was happy and hugged her father and gave her a big kiss.
The girl's mother looked at the dark sea, suppressed the strange feeling in her heart, and breathed a sigh of relief, her daughter must have read it wrong.
Fu Li opened the ban on the Golden Dragon Palace and took Zhuang Qing to the apse of the Golden Dragon Palace. As soon as he stepped into the gate of the apse, Zhuang Qing's human figure could no longer support it and turned into a huge golden dragon.
The process of transformation was very painful. Zhuang Qing let out a loud roar, and kept hitting the wall with his head and tail, and blood soon oozes from his body.
Seeing that Zhuang Qing's golden dragon body was gradually stained with blood, Fu Li's heart became more and more blocked, as if he had suffered from a heart disease in the mouth of a human, and became short of breath. Seeing that Zhuang Qing was about to hit the wall again, he blocked in front of the wall without thinking. His body was relatively soft, and if Zhuang Qing hit him, it should not break the dragon's horn.
The dragon's horns were the dignity and face of the dragon, and he was worried that Zhuang Qing would turn into a dragon without horns if he collided like this again.
The golden dragon, whose eyes were red with pain, had already lost his mind, and he didn't care what he bumped into. Just when he was about to hit Fu Li, he stopped abruptly, and said in a weak voice intermittently: "Fu, Fu Li... you go out."
"Don't be afraid." Fu Li circulated the spiritual energy of his body and put his hand on top of Jinlong's head, "Good brothers share weal and woe, I believe you will be able to survive and become the most handsome dragon in the dragon family."
Zhuang Qing twitched in pain, every bone and scale on his body seemed to have been broken and reassembled, and a new one grew out little by little. He remembered that the first time he degenerated was when he was five hundred years old. He broke through countless trees in pain, and the blood that flowed out stained the entire mountain. At that time, he thought he couldn't take it any longer, but he still managed to survive. There was no spiritual pool, no elixir, and no other family to guide him, but he survived.
The second degeneration was more painful than the first, when he was one thousand two hundred years old, and the blood that flowed out stained the whole river red.
But how can he survive, no one expects him to be alive, and no one cares whether he is alive or not...
Zhuang Qing's consciousness had begun to blur, and he even forgot what day it was today. There is only pain in my head, endless pain.
A voice in his heart was asking him why he insisted on it. Even if he barely lived, he would just continue to live the days of being chased and killed by the evil spirits. They all wanted to eat his flesh, drink his blood, and take his bones. , who would expect his success
"Zhuang Xiaolong?" Fu Li found that Zhuang Qing's wailing was getting weaker, and he secretly thought that it was not good. Zhuang Qing has not been orthodox nursery from the dragon clan since childhood. Although his cultivation is higher than that of other dragon clan, he was bullied by other dragon clan when he was a child. Later, he was often injured in the human world, and his body had long been left with dark diseases. Now he suddenly entered a state of transformation, I am afraid that the main body will not be able to hold it.
This dragon...
Fu Li hates naked creatures, whether it's a dragon or a snake, he hates it. But the golden dragon in front of him was different. Although he was naked, he didn't hate it at all.
I don't want him to die, I want him to transform into success, grow golden dragon scales, grow majestic dragon horns, and then let those dragons who have bullied him feel ashamed in front of him, unable to lift their heads all their lives.
Fu Li opened his golden pupils, lowered his head, and placed his forehead against Jinlong's.
The red light and the golden light instantly blended together.
The author has something to say: Shenlong, transform!