Sheng Ning Mountain is located in Lecheng, south of Chu, and the mountains are far away. Even Han Yue's flying boat will take some time to get there.
And after noon, Xiaolong Zaizai rarely lay quietly in the room, neither dozed off nor studied blindly, and actually read a book honestly.
He has always been active, but Jiang Wuyi was surprised by this scene, so he took the initiative to ask, "What are you looking at?"
Xiaolong dug out a crystal glasses from the pile of gemstones, hung them on the bridge of his nose, flipped through the book like the pastors in the church, pushed the frame of the glasses seriously, and lifted the cover of the book for Jiang Wu to see.
"Folk talk about monsters?"
Jiang Wuyi read aloud and took away his book: "If you want to know anything, just ask me."
Xiaolong Zizai looked at him with disbelief: "Then do you know who the woman we met last night is?"
Jiang Wuyi choked, thought about the woman's appearance, and the strange magic weapon in her hand, and finally said in a deep voice: "What kind of strange magic weapon is Xu..."
"wrong!"
Xiaolong Zizai raised his eyebrows: "She is not a Faxiu, but a witch, holding a magic wand in her hand, and a crystal ball spinning on it."
A bit of thought appeared in Jiang Wu's eyes. Recalling the strange language, it seemed to be quite similar to Xiaolong's first acquaintance, and asked, "Witch, also came from your world?"
"I am not sure as well."
Xiaolong thought about it carefully, and snatched the book back: "So I want to read more books, in case you don't know them, but you already have them here?"
Jiang Wuyi shook his head: "There is no such possibility."
Xiaolong Zizai's eyes showed a bit of confusion: "But speaking of it, if she is really like me... But why did we appear in this world, and how do we go back?"
"go back?"
Jiang Wuyi raised his eyes and took the book away from his hand again: "Do you want to go back?"
"Of course I want to!"
Jiang Wuyi didn't speak, but looked at him fixedly.
Only then did Xiao Long Zai Zai remember what he had said not long ago that he wanted to help Jiang Yan find Long Lin. After weighing it up a few times, he said, "However, I will help you find Long Lin first..."
It happened that the water on the clay stove was boiling, Jiang Wuyi raised his hand to make a pot of tea, and the room was filled with aroma.
Xiao Zai Zai then drank a pot of tea, was taken away from the book, and simply ran to the room where Qi Yan was.
Qi Yan's condition was not good, the blood vessels all over his body swelled, making him look a little scary, Han Yue bled him, and put on a few resting talismans, which made his condition slightly better.
Long Zaizai lay on the bed and looked at him carefully, and was surprised to find that the bulging blood vessels were moving. Qi Yan also seemed to be in pain, his face was pale, but this man was stubborn, and he didn't even frown.
"He seems to be dying. How long before we arrive?"
Han Yue looked at the sky outside: "Evening is coming soon."
Xiaolong Zaizai owed his hand, stretched out his hand and pulled off Qi Yan's hair, and said regretfully: "Actually, there is another way to detoxify..."
Han Yue was pleasantly surprised: "What way!"
"Dragon blood."
Xiaolong Zaizai recalled carefully: "I have been poisoned by witches several times before, but no matter what kind, it's just a stomachache for a while, and the siren said that because dragon blood is a natural medicine, dragons are immune to all poisons. "
Han Yue looked at Charles expectantly: "Then..."
"but-"
Charles interrupted him: "You also know that our dragon clan has a strong recovery ability, so I have never bled at my age."
Han Yue sighed: "Is there no other way?"
Xiaolong Zaizai patted him on the shoulder: "Of course, if you cut me with a special weapon, there might be blood, but if someone cuts me, I will definitely bite his neck off!"
Han Yue: ...
It's like an endless circle.
Charles crossed his hands like a nun in a church, sighed and said to Qi Yan: "Don't worry, if you really die, I will dig a hole for you."
Han Yue was helpless: "I thank you for him."
"No need, it's easy."
After saying that, Xiaolong Zaizai turned around and ran out, as if he was just too bored to see the excitement.
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When the flying boat arrived in Lecheng, as Han Yue said, it was already night.
Different from Lucheng, which is full of smoke and fire, Chunan has outstanding people, beautiful mountains and rivers, and many immortal sects. You can often see monks. Lecheng is also a famous place of immortality. It is close to Shengning Mountain. Famous, so even ordinary people seem to have a gentle and elegant temperament.
In Lecheng, the most popular ones are the singing garden, dancing pavilion and medical hall. The bustle on the street is full of fairy spirit, which is a different kind of bustle.
Looking at the gorgeous costumes and artifacts on these people, Long Zaizai couldn't walk for a moment, so he dragged Jiang Wuyi to the city. Han Yue had to take Qi Yan to Shengning Mountain by himself. People meet at the Acacia Inn in the city.
The whole street was decorated with lights and festoons, and it was very lively. There were a lot of monks here, which was eye-catching. Jiang Wushi deliberately hid the small horn on Xiaolong's head. Xiaolong stretched out his hand to touch it, only to find that the small horn hadn't disappeared, it was just invisible to others.
The little dragon who couldn't see the horns looked like a boy of a foreign race at best. The incarnation of the dragon race was different from that of a monster. If they didn't mention it themselves, it would be impossible for others to see through the real body.
And just like the two of them had just arrived in Lucheng, the first thing Jiang Wuyi did when he came to Lecheng was to take Xiaolong to buy clothes. Xiaolong looked at this man's exaggerated and heavy attire, so he was a little slow what's found.
Jiang Wuyi's clothing has always been complicated and gorgeous, and the hair crown on his head is also shining brightly. It looks extremely precious, but it is really beautiful and makes one's heart itch.
But this kind of clothing is very picky. If it weren't for Jiang Yan's special temperament and handsome and exquisite appearance, it would be difficult to suppress the aura of these clothes. If these clothes were worn on the little dragon cub, it would be like stealing The young children in the clothes of the adults in the family are the same, which only looks funny.
Seeing that Jiang Wuyi was serious about picking out a lot of clothes for himself, Xiaolong Zaizai realized that Jiang Yan, like many dragons, likes the shiny things of Bulingbuling, and also loves beauty to death.
After a while, Xiaolong Cub was treated as a clothes hanger, and changed into different clothes for Jiang Yan to see.
Many of the items sold in Lecheng's store are the robes worn by monks. Compared with Lucheng, they are a bit more refined and elegant, and the quality has also improved several grades. Jiang Wuyi is more satisfied with this. Bought dozens of pieces.
He was still choosing accessories in the store, Xiaolong Zaizai couldn't stay idle anymore, he asked for money from Jiang Wuyi, and ran outside the store.
There were people coming and going on this street, many people turned their heads to look at him, their eyes showed surprise, Xiaolong Cub subconsciously touched his forehead, only to realize that these people were not looking at him because of the dragon horn.
Without the worry of being found out, Charles looked left and right with peace of mind.
And he was squatting on the music score stand looking through, but suddenly someone called him: "My friend, please come quickly!"
When he turned his head, he saw a young man wearing a strange robe, and there were a few large characters written on the sign beside him: Chu Nan is the best fortune teller!
Xiaolong pointed to himself: "Are you calling me?"
The man nodded: "Exactly."
Xiaolong Zizai walked over curiously, sat down in front of him, glanced at the sign, and asked enthusiastically, "Are you a prophet?"
"You can say that." The fortune-teller said righteously: "My friend, I see that your seal is black, do you want to ask for a lottery?"
The man selling the music scores rolled his eyes, thinking he was here again. He had set up a stall here for several months, and the fortune teller had never said a few people well.
Charles looked at the sign on the table and nodded immediately: "How about this?"
The man immediately smiled: "It's easy to say, you just need to shake the lottery cylinder, and I will solve the lottery that falls out for you."
Xiaolong just wanted to shake it when he heard the words, the man clasped the stick and stretched out five fingers.
"My friend, divination with sincerity, every five or two times."
The man next to him couldn't sit still anymore, and shouted: "Shen Sansi, you are too much, such a child, you open your mouth like five taels, black or not, are you?"
Shen Sansi coughed lightly, and straightened the white Taoist robe: "Well, I didn't see that this kid was noble and extraordinary, so the asking price would naturally be more. What do you know... Besides, what's wrong with the kid, I still think I'm a What about the child, talkative! Set up your stall!"
The man snorted, and cursed shamelessly, but didn't say anything more.
Charles took a lot of silver from Jiang Wuyi, but it was not short of money. Shen Sansi watched him take out about seven taels of silver, and quickly accepted it as five taels.
Xiaolong Zizai didn't know, he happily shook out a lottery and showed it to Shen Sansi: "What does this mean, tell me quickly!"
When Shen Sansi saw the sign, his complexion changed immediately, and he said, "My friend! This is an ominous sign, but I have cracked it..."
Before he finished speaking, Xiaolong slammed the table down viciously: "That doesn't count! Do it all over again!"
Shen Sansi wanted to say that this thing can't be repeated, but when he lowered his eyes, the table that was just patted by the child was shattered, and the cracks spread, he swallowed his saliva immediately, smiled and said: "It's okay, come again, come again …”
The man next to him rolled his eyes again.
He pondered for a while for a Taoist priest, if he didn't learn divination well, what kind of stick did he get? Moreover, even the lottery cones are obtained from the temples on the mountain with shameless faces, so how can the ones that are shaken out count
But he had already dismantled the stage just now, and it was not easy for everyone to set up a stall in the neighborhood, so he turned his head away, not seeing it for nothing.
And Xiaolong just repeated it like this, as if he had to shake out the top lottery before he would give up.
Shen Sansi looked at the table, then at this innocent child, sighed inwardly, stopped thinking about fooling people completely, flipped his palm, and handed him the stick.
"Friend, shake it again to see, but this is the last time, it must be accurate, if you shake it again, it won't count."
Xiaolong raised his eyes to look at him, and knowing that it was the last time, he shook the stick carefully for a long time before he took out a lot. If you ask about marriage or illness, don't find a way to help each other.
And there is a small character behind this: objects in the water, the length of the shape and shadow. It is all determined by the division and must be discussed.
He was about to ask what the lottery meant, when he suddenly heard someone calling Zaizai behind him, and it was Jiang Yan who turned his head. He immediately laughed, shook the lottery in his hand and said, "Jiang Yan, I'm here!"
The lights were dim, and Long Zaizai was sitting in front of the fortune-telling booth, smiling silly. Jiang Yan walked over, took the lottery in his hand to read, and chuckled lightly: "Is it fun?"
Long Zizai nodded: "It's fun, I've smoked it several times, do you want to come together, Shen... eh?"
He originally wanted the fortune teller to draw another lottery for Jiang Yan, but when he turned his head, there was no figure who was pondering, along with the lottery holder on the table and the 'Chunan No. , with only one empty table left.
Xiaolong Cub tilted his head in confusion: "What about others?"
After Jiang Yan finished reading the sign, with a movement of his finger, the bamboo stick turned into flying ash and fell to the ground. Then he reached out to hold Xiaolong Zaizai's wrist, and pulled him up from the chair.
"It's probably late, I'm going home."
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