In fact, the experience of Longmen may be longer, which is why some gods will sink into the disputes of Longmen and cannot extricate themselves from the ancient times. They can no longer distinguish the real world from what they have experienced in the body of Shenyou.
Choosing to forget about Longmen is also a reasonable protection for Zhu Minglang himself.
Otherwise, it would be difficult to say whether Zhu Minglang, who stepped out of the white cocoon, is still the innocent, kind, innocent and humorous Zhu Minglang, maybe he is a big devil who hates evil!
Better get some sleep.
Get some sleep, and all the troubles are gone.
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…
The pine trees are green, but they touch the sea of clouds.
The rising sun is as bright as jade.
A year and a half passed in a blink of an eye, Zhu Minglang woke up from his long sleep in seclusion, stood on the branch of a green pine, felt the thin and cold air above the clouds, and watched the beautiful scenery.
Sword Spirit Dragon is beside Zhu Minglang, like a red bird, always wanting to explore new things around, but unwilling to leave Zhu Minglang too far, it draws a standard circle in its heart, five miles , with Zhu Minglang as the axis five miles, is the area where it explores and plays.
"You don't have to be by my side all the time, just go for a stroll. In fact, like in Juntian, you are above the sky, which can bring me a great sense of security." Zhu Minglang said to Jian Linglong.
For some reason, Zhu Minglang felt that Jian Linglong seemed to have awakened some consciousness after experiencing that catastrophe.
Its emotions are fuller, its thoughts are clearer, it can communicate with Zhu Minglang, and even play with Zhu Minglang. Like other dragons, it has its own little temper and little habits.
In fact, Zhu Minglang is willing to see this transformation of Sword Spirit Dragon, after all, it has been carefully and cherished around him in the past, without any mistakes...
But now it is more like a child who has opened up his mind.
Zhu Minglang also knew that this transformation was hard-won, and the nature of any living being yearns for freedom.
Zhu Minglang encouraged Sword Spirit Dragon, gave it more space, and let it think about everything in this world...
After all, one day, he will leave. Even if he dies, Sword Spirit Dragon still has a long, long time to go. Zhu Minglang hopes that it will meet a little master like Vega in the future.
Sword Spirit Dragon was allowed to fly far away.
Although it is as expensive as the sky and the red sun, overlooking the world, it is cruising along the trajectory after all. The feeling is like looking at a dynamic picture scroll, which cannot be truly felt.
Now the Sword Spirit Dragon is also considered free. It is appreciating the ups and downs of the mountains, feeling the moisture and softness of the clouds, and experiencing the joy of passing through a long lake and making ripples...
The smell of meadow and soil, the scent of mountain flowers and berries, the comfort brought by the sun and wind, these perceptions that were never there in the past have gradually awakened now.
It is no longer simply a cold weapon!
It is no longer a tool to be used at will.
"Hugh~"
The Sword Spirit Dragon leaped over the long lake and over the forest, and in front of it appeared an open corridor of mountain ridges. These mountain ridges are purple in color, and there is not much vegetation, but the rock formations covered are extraordinarily exquisite and gorgeous. Even The soil was as clean as if it had been washed.
Along the ridge promenade, you can see rows of exquisite wooden houses. These eaves covered with beautiful ridge rock slices are also extraordinarily unique. Presumably there are also a group of industrious tribes living here.
However, Jian Linglong did not see the comfort and tranquility he imagined. When he flew to the highest point of the corridor on the ridge, Jian Linglong finally saw the people living here. They did not enjoy the comfort here. A comfortable life, but everyone carries a basketful of purple stones on their shoulders...
Young and middle-aged people often carry a whole huge piece of purple rock on their backs, while old and young women and children carry those rock pieces that were originally used to build eaves.
In this way, the vast and mighty team kept marching towards the highest ridge, going up and down the mountain, squatting, their skin was cracked by the sun, and the flesh on their bodies was bloodstained by the hemp rope. Everyone has a similar look of numbness.
Sword Spirit Dragon flew to the highest point, only then did he see that the people of the Ziyan tribe were building a magnificent artifact at the top. This artifact was in the shape of a halberd.
Even if it is a semi-finished product, the sword spirit dragon can feel that the divine halberd is absorbing the essence of the world. It is like a god, endowed with the power of faith, and the whole tribe regards it as a god, and it has thus become god!
If this is really the belief and totem of the whole tribe, Jian Linglong feels that each of them should not be like this, and even the pain has disappeared from their faces.
It shouldn't be like this without any hope and longing, as if the day like this never sees the light of day!
…
Jian Linglong observed for a while, but did not show up rashly.
It immediately flew back to the sky. At this time, the ancient pine dragon was resting on the sky, and the sword spirit dragon flew back to Zhu Minglang's side, and told Zhu Minglang what he had seen and heard.
Zhu Minglang was surprised at first, the sword spirit dragon was finally able to describe one thing in its entirety, which showed that its spiritual wisdom was getting higher and higher.
"It may be some kind of barbaric belief. We are in charge of this matter. Let's go and have a look." Zhu Minglang said.
As he said that, Zhu Minglang told the other baby dragons to train well and not to be lazy, so he stepped on the sword spirit dragon himself, and Yujian flew into the purple mountain ridge corridor.
"In other words, this is already the territory of Xuantian. There are many gods in Xuantian, with complex systems and separate forces. We are newcomers..." Zhu Minglang said to Jian Linglong.
"Hugh??" Jian Linglong said, we have to keep a low profile
Zhu Minglang shook his head, and continued: "We have to do whatever we want, lest some short-sighted little hairy gods come to cause trouble for us. Now our principle of doing things is simple and rude, brutal law enforcement!"
The sword spirit dragon indicated with a faster flying speed that it already knew the essentials!
Riding the wind and controlling the sword, there was a gorgeous red light in the pale blue sky with a long tail of flames, and it landed on the mountain ridges amazingly.
Numbness is numbness because no matter what rays of light, blue clouds, or colorful sparrows appear in the sky above their heads, they can't startle their attention.
Zhu Minglang appeared above them, and they didn't respond, as if all the good, bad, amazing and mysterious things had nothing to do with them, they were just a single creature!
Zhu Minglang observed it for a while, and then with a wave of his hand, he destroyed the huge divine halberd standing on the ridge with his sword!