Dragon King weapon

Rong Qianji was in a coma for a period of time, one reason was that he couldn't bear it anymore, and the other reason was that he was over-tired, this time he fell into a dream and didn't want to wake up.

He was poured with severed blood almost in his sleep, the taste was not salty, perhaps because of psychological effects, Tang Jian also felt that Rong Qianji was very familiar with this smell, so he pinched his chin lightly, opened his mouth, Half a bowl went into the throat.

The blood of the god tiger is a great tonic, and it is normal for the person receiving the tonic to be so weak that he needs this thing urgently, but despite this reason, Tang Jian still couldn't hold back his curiosity. He won't be back in a short time, so he closed his eyes and decided to take another look in Rong Qianji's mind...

The sight is in a mountain stream, the two of them seem to be fourteen or fifteen years old, with a pair of oranges and wine, in the prime of life, surrounded by the scenery around them very conspicuously.

Chongduan saw that he was tall and tall, and he was riding on a horse, wearing a black armor, and the red cloak on his back fluttered in the wind. The difference from now was that it was inlaid with gold and embroidered with the totem of the White Tiger Clan.

Rong Qianji was mischievous, after Chong Duan hugged him and rode his horse across the stream, he reached out to reach the young leaves on the treetops, for a moment he lost his balance and was about to fall off the horse, Chong Duan was startled, hugged him tightly and rolled off the horse Come!

In this way, Chong Duan naturally landed on his back first, and the fall was not light. He held down Rong Qianji fiercely and let him lie on his chest, gasping for breath, his eyes were reddened, and he opened his mouth to discipline Rong Qian Ji said a few words, and he was not good at words, so he could only say in a calm voice: "You just can't control your hand, another day..."

Before the next word came out, Rong Qianji, who was lying on his body, propped his elbows and did not get up. He grabbed the bloody finger that was knocked on the stone, looked at the wound with worried eyes, and severed his throat. , and said: "Another day..."

Rong Qianji was foolish, didn't listen to the words, lowered his head to kiss the severely severed wound, the corner of his lips was stained with blood, he couldn't help sticking out his tongue to lick it, he felt a rush of heat rising to his head, he At that time, I didn’t know anything about it, and I didn’t know about tiger’s blood, so I murmured: “Re-broken! I feel so hot, my head is so hot…”

Chong Duan saw how cute he looked, and asked casually, "You don't know why?"

The little prince who was asked blinked and replied calmly: "Nonsense, I know."

"Why?" Asked again.

There was a layer of blush on Rong Qianji's face, but she said it out, she still said bravely: "Because I like you."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to be embarrassed, but innocent and bold, he stared wide-eyed at Chong-bro, but was stunned, and the deep marks on his double eyelids almost slanted into his temples.

In the uninhabited mountain stream, there was a sudden rain and wind. He broke his heart and no longer wanted to ride a horse. He flew up to the top of a tree and plucked a fresh green leaf from the branch.

Then put it between the palms of Rong Qianji, and when the latter spread out, the leaves rolled up and turned into a piccolo made of jasper.

Tang Jian abruptly withdrew from Rong Qianji's memory.

Really...

He couldn't think of any more suitable adjectives, stood on the spot and rubbed the center of his brows, calmed down a little, sat on the side of the bed, raised his hand to tuck Rong Qianji in the quilt, and slept a little longer.

When Chongduan came back in the evening, he frowned tightly, took off the dragon-slaying halberd that had been hanging on his body for a day, and hung it upright on the wall of Rong Qianji's bedroom. Tang Jian, who was asleep, stretched out his hand to wake him up.

Tang Jian saw that he had come back in a hurry, so he asked, "Where did you go?"

"Don't ask," Chong Duan's voice was a little hoarse, he glanced at Rong Qianji who had his eyes closed on the bed, and said softly, "It's getting dark, I'm going to spend the night in the cave tonight, and I'll send a few demon kings over to guard the entrance of the cave. Let any living beings in or out."

He paused for a while and said, "Including me."

"Why do you do this?" Tang Jian was puzzled.

"He..." broke his hoarse voice. After traveling around for half a day, when he came back, he saw Rong Qianji lying there obediently, his chest seemed to be filled with something, "I can't control my thoughts at night. , that’s all.”

The only thing that can stop the beast from resuming at night is the retreat in the mountain.

Tang Jian sighed, and couldn't help talking: "Today, feeding your blood to him went well. I wondered why... Later, after getting into the bottom of his heart, I realized that you had fed blood to him when you two were young." gone."

He couldn't describe the shock that the scene brought to him, that kind of sincere and strong love between young people, it was a rare encounter, but it's a pity that he was born with a cold heart, so he really couldn't express that feeling in words.

Chong Duan couldn't remember anything, only felt a pain in his heart, and said: "It will be fine if he drinks it."

He walked in, couldn't hold back, and reached out to touch Rong Qianji's face.

Use the back of your hand.

He always felt that his palms were too hot, as if he could wake Rong Qianji up.

Taking a closer look, there was a faint trace of tears on the side of Rong Qianji's face, probably left by crying so hard that night... maybe it was left today.

After leaving the Dragon King's bedroom today, he went to the Heaven of Lihen and summoned the Dream God of the underworld to visit Rong Qianji. face, and immediately closed his voice: "general, general... what do you want the dream of the little dragon king to do? My place is the underworld, and everything is bad. If you want to see the beautiful and perfect ones, go to the dream god of the heavenly realm !"

Chong Duan glanced at him: "All the gods have gone to hide in the lower realm, where can I find them?"

"Hey! That's true..." Oneiroi almost bit his tongue, turned out his notebook and began to search, "I'll find you a less miserable one..."

He looked at it, his face turned blue and white, "Unexpectedly, this little dragon king is quite troubled in his heart... Why is it all about you, and he really has old feelings? But these are all locked, so I can only look at it roughly... ..."

"Can you see what you're doing now?" Chong Duan said indifferently, "It's the closest one."

"The recent ones don't seem to be so miserable!" Mengshen breathed a sigh of relief, afraid that this would touch some nerve of General Baihu.

Mengshen clicked on the horoscope of Little Dragon King's birthday, closed his eyes, stretched out his hand to clasp Chong's severed wrist, and recited the tactic, the sky and the earth suddenly darkened.

The dream that Rong Qianji was having was very simple, it was just a past event.

Day and night, he remembered the past in his mind.

In the dream, it was the time when Chongduan led him into the human world to see the temple fair. That year, the human temple fair was a grand event that happened every ten years. The imperial city was crowded with people. Listening to the opera, it is said that the most famous actor in the city won the emperor's award and was asked to set up a stage on the magpie bridge in the city to sing such a song for the people in the city.

Rong Qianji turned into a rich young man, holding a folding fan, walking slowly on the sidelines, casting a spell to get into the crowd, Chong Duan followed every step of the way, and also remained silent, still dressed in black and red, with eyes inside The fierce light is hidden, always paying attention to the movements around him.

Stirrups facing the sky were placed on the stage, all lacquered in gold, as well as embroidered curtains for weddings, which were held by bearers, which looked very dignified.

"He taught me to put away the remaining hatred, avoid coquettish anger, and reform myself, change my love, stop falling in love with the passing water, turn back from the sea of ​​bitterness, and realize Lanyin early."

The actor in front of the tent walked in a barren accent, picked up the drawl, and sang in a babbling voice, Rong Qianji listened fascinated, his curiosity was completely seduced by this dusty life, he stretched out his hand to pinch his severed palm, "Sing some What, why don't you understand?"

Chong Duan saw that he was full of curiosity and eagerness to understand, and thought it was cute, so he squeezed his palm and asked him with a smile: "Are you still listening?"

Rong Qianji was about to break out in a sweat, and heard the actor on stage repeat the libretto: "In an instant, all the emotions are completely ignorant, and the clothes are wet with tears at the place where the bitterness is penetrated!"

He understood this sentence, and frowned: "How can you sing such sad words at the temple fair... What are the seven emotions and six desires that are not there, what are the tears that are wet and dry, and the feelings are gone, how can you live?"

Hearing it again, he clenched his palm tightly, sweating a little.

At that time, Rong Qianji didn't know much about love, so he just listened with his ears up, listening to the whispers of the people beside him: "A few days ago, a prisoner was beheaded here, ouch, I probably drank before leaving, so beheaded Before the knife went down, he was still singing at the top of his voice!"

Rong Qianji heard it in a daze, but still didn't understand.

It was not until many years later that he realized that the gold and iron horses in the world... were all blocked by the actor with a curved sleeve.

There will be no love, so people will not die.

Turning around, realizing what Lan Yin... If everyone can think clearly like this, there won't be so many things.

Dream God stared blankly, and was also fascinated, but it wasn't Rong Qianji's dream that he was fascinated by. He was not qualified to take a closer look, but was just surprised by the expression of General Baihu, like this...

For thousands of years, when have you seen it?

And Chong Duan was looking at Rong Qianji's face on the bronze mirror.

At that time, his facial features were still the same as that of a teenager now, but now Rong Qianji is depressed and quiet, his expression is so pale that he is almost lifeless, if someone calls him "Your Highness" occasionally, Rong Qianji will be stunned , and then slowly answered, "Okay."

And Rong Qianji in the bronze mirror is dressed in a luxurious crane cloak, wide and long, dragging the ground, his eyes are full of novelty and vitality, his lip color can be regarded as sandalwood cinnabar, his eyebrows and eyes are regarded as precious radiance, and he looks like a noble and spoiled person look like.

The only thing that is the same as now is the thousands of natural affections, all of which are preserved in the corners of the brows and eyes.

"gone."

Chong Duan blew out the candle lamp, watched Tang Jian come out after closing the door, fixed his eyes on the Sturgeon Spirit in front of the door, looked at the Twelve Demon Lords, and ordered: "No one is allowed to enter tonight."

He stopped Tang Jian who was about to follow, "You stay and watch the palace."

"Hey, you..." Tang Jian didn't know how to retort for a while, "Why did your attitude change so quickly!"

Chong Duan didn't talk nonsense with him, and ordered: "Look at the palace."

Just as he was turning around to leave, a few of his personal servants behind him followed up, stopped his steps heavily, and said sharply, "Everyone is watching here."

He needs to be alone.

In the early morning of the second day, Tang Jian sent someone to the Dragon King's bedroom to deliver some incense pancakes and apricot blossom butter, saying that the servants worked hard day and night and served the little Dragon King well, especially the Sturgeon who was keeping watch at night. Reward some.

"These good things come from the world..."

Tang Jian twirled the paper and lit the incense, and said with a smile, "If anyone uses up too quickly, I'll send Sister Sturgeon down to the mortal world to buy some more."

After finishing speaking, the attendants lined up in the room who received the reward didn't have any more thoughts to take into their hearts, but Tang Jian's words frightened Sturgeon for a moment, and he quickly knelt down to thank him: "Thank you, thank you, Mr. Xinshen..."

Tang Jian felt a little guilty, but what happened last time was too sensitive, so he could only continue: "Just understand, get up."

Leaving temporarily to catch up on sleep, Tang Jian sent a few confidantes to watch over him, Rong Qianji woke up before he went out.

He slept for too long, and when he opened his eyes, he was almost hurt by the sun's rays. Tang Jian took a piece of silk and tied it to his eyes, and he saw the dark blue all over the world. Rong Qianji only heard Tang Jian say softly: "Tomorrow morning Pick it up again, otherwise your body will deteriorate day by day, and your eyes will not be able to bear the strong light..."

Tang Jian was very worried, so he got a mirror and placed it in the bedroom, so he could look at the situation from his side at any time.

As soon as he left, the little spirits in front of the hall started chattering again.

"It's strange to say... the general didn't bring any soldiers or horses today, and he didn't even bring his mount. He looks like a lone army... Bah, bah, bah!"

Halfway through the conversation, she felt that something was wrong, Sister Xie patted her mouth in a panic, and couldn't help but said, "Or is there anything important to talk about?"

A little shrimp soldier next to him echoed with his voice: "The general is wise and powerful, can't he kill those rebels by himself!"

Rong Qianji woke up a long time ago, sat on the bed with a sullen face and drank the tea soup that he had made in the morning, the surface was quiet, Sturgeon stood carefully beside him, sneaking a glance at him from time to time, sighing inwardly that the little dragon king looked just like the one in the painting The average person, no wonder the general...

Sister Xie was talking happily at the door, and her voice became louder: "Just one person can be worth thousands of troops, and the general has always been like this!"

Rong Qianji shook his hand, the tea soup almost overflowed.

In my heart, why not?

In the evening, Dongshan fell, and Chongduan returned to the Heavenly Palace.

blood all over.

Before he could wash off the smell from his whole body, when he returned to the Heavenly Palace, he hurried over here in a strange way. When he lifted the curtain, he saw that Rong Qianji was blindfolded, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Rong Qianji sat on the bed and murmured: "What are you... breaking peach branches and flat peach fruits for?"

He seemed to smell it again, and frowned: "Are you bleeding?"

He was very familiar with the breath of Zhongguao, as if it had been marked, and he could smell it clearly when he got closer.

Chong Duan stood there in a daze, his actions suppressed the smell quite a bit, but he didn't know what excuse to find, so he could only say: "I'll see you when I pass by the peach forest."

I don't know what kind of force drives it, but he always feels that Rong Qianji likes to eat this kind of sweet, the flat peach looks so big and so sweet, Rong Qianji has been imprisoned in Tiangong for so long, so he probably hasn't tasted such a fine fruit yet .

He can't say it, but I think you have picked this fruit before, and you like it, so...

Chong Duan looked at Rong Qianji who was wearing a moon-white nightgown, covered with a dark blue ribbon, and his face was like jade fat. He suddenly felt that his blood was not clean, so he took off his clothes while walking, and said, "I'll change it first. bodice."

His heart was beating extremely fast, like a young boy in love, he filled the bathing pool of the palace with the water of the fairy pond at an extremely fast speed, revealing his strong muscles, his chest was vibrating like a drum, afraid that Rong Qianji would take the ribbon Come and see, afraid that Rong Qianji won't take the ribbon to see.

The severe wounds all over his body were like blue tendons, and the water in Yaochi was dyed red.

He changed his robes extremely quickly, and when he entered his eyes, he saw the faintly bright incense in the bedroom. He felt that he couldn't hide the bloody smell on his body, so he changed the smell with a wave of his finger.

It was getting dark, Zhongduan tried his best to restrain the restlessness in his body, and some blood oozes from the wound, finally suppressing the animal nature in his body.

Now that the sky is falling, he is still dead. Tonight, he has not turned into a beast.

Chong Duan sat on the side of the bed, his expression was sharp and deep, Rong Qianji was so startled that he pushed back a little, Chong Duan sighed secretly, and summoned up his courage: "You..."

Rong Qianji was afraid that he would say something hurtful again, but now he couldn't see anything clearly, so he only said: "Who am I?"

He asked as if paranoid, and after breaking the silence, he slowly said, "Rong Qianji."

Sensing the shock of Rong Qianji's body obviously, Zhong Duan raised his head suddenly to look at the blindfolded ribbon, staring at it closely, afraid that the ribbon would be stained with water, afraid that Rong Qianji would cry, afraid that his heart would be hurt, more afraid...

He was even more afraid that the Three Realms would not give him another chance.

Chong Duan's throat choked, and he stretched out his hand to hug him, Rong Qianji was caught off guard, now Chong Duan is much stronger and domineering than the "tiger" who was obedient to him at night in the past.

"Rong Qianji," Chong Duan repeated, almost leaning against him, looking out the window at the stars in the night sky, and said in a deep voice, "Talk to me about Qidian, Human World, Nantian Gate, I want to hear it."

Rong Qianji's eyes turned hot, he didn't know how to answer.

He didn't know how much Chong Duan remembered now. With his eyes closed, his sense of smell and hearing became more sensitive, and he clearly smelled an enticing scent of sandalwood.

He smelled erratically in his nostrils, stretched out his hands to hold tightly the broken skirt, there was not even a bit of rouge on his cheeks, but redness went straight to the corners of his lips and temples.

Rong Qianji asked in a low voice: "Why give me some sandalwood-flavored incense?"

Zhong Duan's side face was bruised, and tiger stripes appeared on his temples again. After he was silent, he lowered his head and took the initiative to kiss Rong Qianji's side face.

He hoarse his voice, suppressed the bloody smell in his throat, and said slowly: "You smell like a Buddha, I want you to cross me."

①From Weng Ouhong's "Suo Lin Nang".