Chapter 308 You should know what Zhao means!
Now that you have entered Qinglong Mountain, you should be a native of Qinglong Mountain.
Since you are from Qinglong Mountain, why don’t you worship the Lord of Qinglong Mountain?
The old mountain owner said that I was suitable for chopping firewood, so I started chopping firewood.
The green dragon is not a dragon, and the great road is always invisible!
The green dragon has no scales, but it is spiritual when there are mountains.
The Tao is like a dragon, with no definite trace.
Junior brother.
……
The words of Senior Brother Shoucheng were recalled in his mind.
Xia Ming's physical body began to tremble endlessly.
Within the acupoints, dozens of blood pills continue to work.
While they warmed the physical body, they also brought a steady stream of ideas to Xia Ming.
A large number of thoughts collide with each other, and the light of inspiration shines one after another.
Inspiration suddenly appeared, and Xia Ming's thoughts gradually became clear.
Could it be that?
Is this Qinglong Mountain's inheritance avenue related to the master of Qinglong Mountain?
The Master of Qinglong Mountain is also the Master of Qinglong Taoism! ?
The deceased old Taoist Master Qinglong, not only passed down Qinglong Mountain to Qinglong Taozi?
What's more, is it the mysterious Qinglong Avenue hidden in the fairy mountains overseas?
Qinglong Dao is not a dragon... it is a human?
If you want to practice Qinglong Taoism, you must obtain the approval of the master of Qinglong Mountain, and even Qinglong Mountain?
That's why Brother Shoucheng spends all day chopping wood, because the old mountain master said he is suitable for chopping wood.
No, no!
He's not chopping wood!
He is playing the role of Qinglong Woodcutter!
He is comprehending this avenue as the elder woodcutter brother!
Thinking of this, Xia Ming went one step further.
……
Senior Brother Shoucheng is right.
It's not that Qinglong Dao is rejecting me.
It's just that I didn't play the role of junior brother well.
It’s me who is resisting Qinglong Avenue, and it’s me who doesn’t regard myself as a Qinglongshan person.
So I can't feel Qinglong Avenue, all of this is my reason.
And what I have to do is to play the role of the junior brother well.
After gaining the approval of the Master of Qinglong Mountain, he realized the Qinglong Avenue again.
With Qinglong Avenue, the shortcomings of spiritual energy can be made up for!
Destiny in this world!
Who dares to rob me? ?
……
The thought was clear, and Xia Ming's eyes were filled with light.
Looking up again, Shoucheng's honest and simple face quietly came into view.
Looking at Senior Brother Shoucheng with a gentle smile on his face, Xia Ming bowed respectfully again.
If it weren't for Senior Brother Shoucheng's advice, it would be difficult for Xia Ming to understand the trick.
The feeling of showing the way cannot be disrespected.
"Thank you, Senior Brother, for the advice. Junior Brother has learned a lesson."
"Junior brother must stay safe and be a good disciple of Qinglong."
Looking at Xia Ming with a respectful expression, Shoucheng nodded with satisfaction.
"That's right, that's right."
"In this way, you are the junior brother of Qinglong Mountain."
After patting Xia Ming's shoulder gently, Senior Brother Shoucheng spoke again.
"That's right, little junior brother."
"The mountain's main fuchsia tree has been chopped by me."
"The clouds and mist on the mountain are steaming, and this Rhinoceros sinensis tree can remove some of the moisture."
"Since Junior Brother wants to go up the mountain, please ask Junior Brother to help me take him up with him."
"With my old arms and legs, it's not easy to go up there..."
"Alas, old people don't rely on their bones and muscles for strength."
He took the small bundle of Fuxi Lingmu that was chopped to a normal size from Senior Brother Shoucheng.
Xia Ming respectfully replied: "Senior brother, don't worry, I will definitely bring Fuximu to the mountain master."
Looking at the dark rhizome trees with a faint golden light, Xia Ming's heart was filled with confusion.
The wood of Fu Rhinoceros is gentle and peaceful in nature, with a warm and deep fragrance.
Burning it can calm the mind and dispel evil thoughts and delusions.
If it is used as medicine to make elixirs, it is also a rare and excellent product.
At the very least, Xia Ming knew that a Six-Tripod Spiritual Pill named Lingxi Dan used this object as its main material.
Carrying bundles of rhinoceros wood and firewood, Xia Ming walked step by step towards the Qinglong Hall on the mountain.
The steps are long, covered with moss, and filled with water vapor that lingers all year round.
There are also some green ferns growing on the steep stone walls on both sides.
Through the mist, at first glance, you can see the looming hall on the mountain.
It does have a bit of otherworldly fairy spirit.
Walking on the mountain road, Xia Ming thought as he walked.
"What should this little junior brother do?"
"What attitude should I take towards this Master of Qinglong Mountain?"
"How can we get the approval of the Master of Qinglong Mountain?"
"Can...can..."
"How about I become the master of Qinglong Mountain myself?"
"Let Qinglong Daozi hand over the position of Lord of Qinglong Mountain to me?"
"How about... give her a beating?"
"or……"
The moment distracting thoughts arose, Xia Ming ruthlessly crushed them.
Don't even think about it, the master of Qinglong Mountain is not easy to snatch.
Not to mention that Qinglong Daozi is a cultivator of the Eight Cauldrons.
What made Xia Ming even more afraid was the way practiced by Qinglong Daozi.
Although Qinglong Daozi rarely takes action, Xia Ming is convinced that she is definitely not an immortal monk.
Not only is she not an immortal monk, she is also not a demon cultivator.
The way of the Lord of Qinglong Mountain is very strange.
The fluctuations in her soul were very unusual.
Besides, even if he can deal with Qinglong Daozi.
So what should Senior Brother Shoucheng do?
Senior Brother Shoucheng cannot be treated as normal.
While Xia Ming was thinking, the Qinglong Hall was extremely lively.
The little donkey and Qinglong Daozi sat across from each other, the little donkey grinned almost to the back of his head.
And the little fat man Qinglong also had an intoxicating blush on his face.
【Quack quack! 】
【Dude! Dude! Let’s do this first...]
【Then do this again...Quack, quack, quack! 】
[When the time comes... quack quack! 】
[After that, are you still afraid that he will run away? 】
[Given time... your Qinglong Mountain will also grow stronger. 】
【Become an immortal and become an ancestor! Start by having children! I know your Qinglong Dao! 】
【Quack quack! When the Qinglong Dao becomes stronger, who in the world can beat you? 】
[Even if immortals and demons come together, no, even if generations come to life! That's not your opponent! 】
[My little donkey doesn’t have many requirements, buddy! If one day you don’t like him anymore...]
[Give him to me! I'll help you make soup to replenish your health! 】
[Brother, make soup! The foundation of fetal safety! 】
【Quack quack! 】
When the little donkey said this, little fat Qinglong's chest gradually became rippled.
His breathing became a little heavier, and a strange color flashed in Danfeng's eyes.
In fact, Qinglong didn't listen to what he said after giving birth to a child.
Thinking of Xia Ming's face, Qinglong murmured in his heart.
The face is pretty.
The temperament is also somewhat charming.
The qualifications are outstanding.
It's just...it's just...he's too old.
Who knows... how old is he this year?
Is there anything wrong with your body?
And...and...
What if he is still engaged?
I am Qinglong!
Not just anyone!
Just in case...just in case...
If his wife beats me, will he help me?
Madam, forget it.
What if he still has children...
So what?
I heard that being a stepmother is difficult.
What should I do?
……
The more I think about it, the more biased it becomes, and the more I think about it, the weirder it gets.
Little by little, a trace of confusion flashed in Qinglong's eyes.
Seeing all this in his eyes, the little donkey became anxious.
The smart little donkey didn't know what to do, so Qinglong Daozi began to hesitate.
If Little Fatty Qinglong doesn't help it, when will it get a good friend?
Besides, there aren't many little fools like Qinglong anymore.
Wouldn't it be an additional risk to cooperate with another person?
No!
I have to drag the little fat guy Qinglong into the water with me!
She is so good at cooking duck, she can't give up.
The thoughts are clear, and the little donkey's Taoist heart is as iron as stone.
【Dude! Do you know what good things he ate? 】
【Breath of Four Seasons! Five-color Tianling soil! Golden blood! Nine-leaf yellow ginseng! Death Miasma Fruit! 】
Hearing this, a dignified look flashed in Qinglong Daozi's eyes.
The way she looked at the little donkey was a bit solemn.
After all, if it weren't for the little donkey's trouble.
These things all belong to her!
At this time, the little donkey was willing to risk everything. Facing Qinglong Daozi's cold gaze, the little donkey continued.
[Brother...you think this is the end? 】
[There is also fairy grass in his body! Real dragon fetus! Yuan Yang’s blood! 】
[Dude...you should know! 】
[These things...can not only strengthen the physical body! 】
[They will continue to exist in his bloodline. What is creation! This is good fortune! 】
[If you had him...brother...you could definitely create the Azure Dragon Generation! 】
[Think about it, buddy...]
[Can you really trust others to entrust the important task of growing Qinglong Mountain to others? 】
【Are you... really relieved? 】
[Don’t worry about your own children! No? 】
As soon as the little donkey finished speaking, Qinglong Daozi grabbed the little donkey's long ears.
With serious eyes and trembling body, Qinglong Daozi felt something was wrong with him.
Fallen fairy grass! Real dragon fetus!
Both of these are Jiuding spiritual beings!
It is no exaggeration to say that it is rare to get one of these two.
It is enough to create a strong family that lasts for thousands of years.
And the blood of Yuanyang is even more legendary.
Why Yuanyang?
Yuanyang is the starting point of all creation!
Hao Zai Yuanyang, rule Wuji!
Although his ears hurt, the little donkey added.
【good buddies! His surname is Zhao! 】
[You should know what Zhao means! 】
Upon hearing the word Zhao, Qinglong Daozi slowly let go of the little donkey's ears.
His thoughts were wandering, and a dignified look flashed in Qinglong's eyes.
The ancient Zhao family has been a hero for generations.
It is no exaggeration to say that Zhao is a guiding light for generations.
With her unique soul method, Zhao has created immortal Taoist hearts that seek transcendence for generations to come.
The Yangyang Zhao family is so grand and glorious, what a pity...
They died together with that splendid generation.
If it's Zhao, then everything seems to make sense.
With the background of the Zhao family at its peak, it is completely possible to search for those things.
……
With his thoughts floating around, Qinglong Daozi's eyes became firmer.
Now that you have entered Qinglong Mountain, you should become a member of Qinglong Mountain.
Since destiny has arranged it this way...
That will be easier for him!
snort!
His eyes looked at the little donkey again.
Qinglong Daozi spoke.
"Little donkey...how sure are you of that matter?"
Looking at Qinglong Daozi's slightly red earlobes, the little donkey smiled even more.
【Dude! Are you still worried about me doing things? 】
[Just like before, good buddy, just wait for the hot food! 】
【Quack quack! 】
When the little donkey laughed strangely, Qinglong Daozi blushed.
But in an instant, she also laughed.
"Hahahaha!"
【Quack quack! 】
When one person and one donkey each have their own evil intentions.
Xia Ming's voice suddenly sounded outside Qinglong Palace.
"Disciple pays homage to the mountain master."
Hearing Xia Ming's voice, the little donkey's eyes suddenly narrowed.
【Gah! 】
His neck shrunk, his ears drooped, and his calves trembled.
The little donkey, whose hair stood upside down, actually burrowed under Qinglong Daozi's robe.
The little donkey was too afraid of Xia Ming.
Xia Ming's fist can hurt it, which is simply terrifying.
The little donkey knew that there was something in Xia Ming's body that was restraining him.
A strange smell, a bird smell!
Still a white bird!
No... the little donkey who was so painful from being beaten actually started to panic and lose his choice.
How could Qinglong Daozi allow the little donkey to be so presumptuous?
He rolled up his sleeves and revealed his pink fists.
With one punch, the little donkey flew backwards.
I ignored the little donkey that was croaking strangely.
Qinglong Daozi straightened his clothes and straightened his figure.
The blush on his face dissipated slightly, and the waves in his eyes gradually calmed down.
Then, Qinglong spoke.
"Enter."
Pushing the door gently, Xia Ming entered the Qinglong Palace carrying firewood.
After Qinglong Daozi moved into the Qinglong Palace, many things were added to the palace.
A magnificent bed and two ancient animal-headed stoves.
There is a huge bronze mirror with mountains and seas standing on the ground, and several huge screens with exquisite carvings.
In addition, there are some exquisite and elegant gadgets.
Qinglong is a woman after all.
Although he is a great cultivator of Bading, he still has some feminine attitude.
Scanning the hall with his peripheral vision, Xia Ming also saw Qinglong Daozi sitting upright.
And...the trembling little donkey in the corner of the hall.
"Mountain Master, this is the Fuxi Lingmu that Senior Brother Shoucheng asked me to bring to you."
"Okay, please help me put it into the stove."
"Disciple, obey."
Arriving in front of the beast-head stove, Xia Ming started to buy more firewood.
The fuximu burned slowly, and the moisture in the Qinglong Palace gradually dissipated.
At the same time, a dark fragrance quietly dispersed.
While Xia Ming was adding firewood, Qinglong secretly looked at him from the side.
Once you get that idea...
Qinglong's heart couldn't settle down anymore.
Looking at Xia Ming's side face, Qinglong's heart was filled with waves.
Although……
Although...he is old...
but……
But...he looks young.
If you... have children with him... the children will probably be very well-behaved.
Could what Senior Brother Shoucheng said be true?
Master really arranged a baby wedding for me?
Master...
Was it your spirit in heaven that sent him to me?
Qinglong Daozi's heart was filled with ups and downs, and a hint of surprise flashed in Xia Ming's eyes.
At that moment, Xia Ming noticed the throbbing in Qinglong Mountain.
After his mind calmed down for a moment, whirlpools arose in Xia Ming's eyes.
Like wind, like fog, like breathing.
The wind blows and the mist disperses, the breath follows, and things fall into place.
In that moment, Xia Ming felt as if the spiritual energy in his body was blowing with the wind.
Like a tornado soaring into the sky, the spiritual energy fluctuations in Xia Ming's body began to rise rapidly.
Dan formation, middle stage of pill formation, late stage of pill formation, god transformation, late stage god transformation!
While the spiritual energy was growing, Xia Ming's physical body was also trembling.
The scarlet gear keeps turning, and the energy and blood in the body are constantly tempered.
While the Qi and blood are being tempered, the remaining magical effects of the medicine are also being digested.
Then, there was no warning at all.
The spiritual energy tornado spread out.
The spiritual energy fluctuations in Xia Ming's body also began to decline rapidly.
In an instant, Xia Ming was knocked back to his original form.
"This……"
"How is this going?"
"Why did it fall apart?"
Xia Ming turned around in surprise and saw Qinglong's clear eyes.
"Junior brother, if you are okay, please go ahead."
"I'll find you if anything happens."
Then, Xia Ming exited the Qinglong Hall in a daze.
Looking at Xia Ming's retreating figure.
Qinglong Daozi's eyes were complicated.
While walking on the mountain road, Xia Ming also noticed something was wrong.
Sensing the general trend again, as expected, there was no reaction.
Recalling Qinglong Daozi's eyes, Xia Ming's expression became even weirder.
Could it be that……
Is it because of the Master of Qinglong Mountain?
Is she dissatisfied with me?
……
In the end, Xia Ming did not return to his small shack.
He lived in a cabin in the woods.
We have to deliver firewood tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)
