Marrying a sick dragon

The wind and rain did not stop all night, and it continued in the morning.

Fu Mingxu actually doesn't like rainy days. The house he lives in Fu's house is the most out of the way, and it has not been repaired for a long time. If there is a storm, the house leaks are common.

In the past, when he was a child, other clansmen offered to help him repair it, but after Fu Shoude became the head of the family, everything was not as good as before.

It is human instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. The new Patriarch's attitude towards him is obvious, and other people who are attached to him have also changed their attitudes.

Some people may wonder why the brothers who were affectionate and respectful to Fu Yangzhen didn't treat his own son well, but as Fu Yangzheng disappeared for longer, the drive of resource interests made it unnecessary for them to think about this issue.

It was also such a morning after the rainstorm, Fu Yangzhen leaned over and told him solemnly: "Mingxu, I'm going to find your mother, we will be back soon."

The confidence on his face made Fu Mingxu mistakenly think that he would really come back soon, but as the years passed, he already understood that maybe his father would never come back again.

It's not that he didn't want to look for it, but it's a pity that he can't cultivate spiritual energy, so he can only wait quietly.

Until he continued to try according to the various books left by his father, and found that he could make alchemy and medicine, and those obscure and difficult principles of alchemy and medicine became easy and simple in his eyes.At that time, apart from going to the family hall to collect the meager clan resources, he stayed in the house and rarely went out.

In fact, as long as he doesn't pay attention to those contemptuous eyes and gradually calms down, his life will not be difficult.In the end, he was also thankful that no one cared about his own, otherwise it would be very difficult for others to find out if he was tinkering with those medicinal materials in the house.

Later, when I went out to buy medicinal materials, I accidentally met Shen Ange, and became friends by chance. The two of them made alchemy and the other sold it. Perhaps her elixirs were really good, and she wanted more and more elixirs.

Everything is going in a good direction, and he finally has enough money to buy higher-level spirit grass pill fire to refine higher-level pills to improve his alchemy.

The light wind carried drizzle in front of the window, and because he didn't intend to go out, Fu Mingxu was only wearing blue wide sleeves, his gaze was blocked by the clump of green bamboos, and finally fell on the flowers and plants surrounded by the window.

Fu Mingxu's thoughts stopped abruptly when he caught a glimpse of the person appearing beside the green bamboo. The person who came was tall and straight, and a clump of green bamboo fell behind him, making him look even more like a tiger.

Subconsciously, the muscular upper body and the perfectly combined majestic dragon tail appeared in his mind, and after a while, the other party had already entered the arched courtyard gate.

It was raining heavily and the sky was half dark. Fu Mingxu stood in front of the window with a calm expression, as if he had nothing to do with anything in this world.The breeze blew up the loose skirt of the outer shirt, and the black hair flew lightly, as if it would ride the wind away in the next breath.

Han Tao couldn't help clenching his hanging hand tightly, as if he could hold Pianfei's sleeves in this way and keep him in the world.

"Fu Mingxu." Han Tao called his name in front of him for the first time, and the beating frequency in his chest was much faster.

Fu Mingxu blinked his eyes, regained his spirit, and turned his head slightly: "Master Han."

The two were separated by a window. Fu Mingxu noticed the drizzle on his head, but there was no dampness on his shoulders, and his heart moved slightly: "Have you recovered your cultivation?"

Han Tao didn't expect him to observe so meticulously, and nodded when he heard the words: "Two points have been recovered."

It seems that the effect of the orchid flower petals last night is still good, and Fu Mingxu is looking forward to refining the orchid pill.

He didn't know the specific strength of Han Tao before he became a demon, but thinking of his ability to single-handedly injure the demons in the battle between immortals and demons, his strength must not be underestimated.

If it wasn't for Xianjun Siyang's reversal of yin and yang, he was reborn, and he might have died in the catastrophe of the Cangling Continent.

He and Han Tao, except for the rescue when the world collapsed, no amount of entanglement is just what he needs to do after rebirth.

In addition, there is a natural barrier between the two.

This is not because he underestimates himself, but because he can only see the fact.

The two stood facing each other, the drizzle was swaying, Han Tao looked down at the strand of black hair fluttering in the wind, not knowing what was going on in his heart.

"This is Dragon Flame and Dragon Blood." His gaze finally met Fu Mingxu's for a short while, a jade box and a jade bottle appeared in his palm, and he handed it to him and said, "This is your reward."

The look in the golden eyes was full and rolling, and for a moment, Fu Mingxu suddenly felt that he was just making excuses and wanted to accept these for himself.

He sneered inwardly, thinking that he was afraid that his emotions would be affected by the past, and he had such a terrible thought.

However, he was able to cure Han Tao, these are really not too much as his reward.

"Then I won't be polite." He reached out his hand from his robe and took it with a smile.

Shining white sticks out from under the deep green, like a shelled shoot under green bamboo, and there is a faint red mark on the wrist as bright as frost and snow that has not dissipated.

Han Tao only glanced at it, and the bottle and box in his hand shook, but fortunately, the movement was so slight that the other party didn't notice it.

He didn't change his expression, and imitated him and raised the corners of his mouth: "If you don't have enough dragon's blood, you can ask me for it."

Fu Mingxu raised his eyebrows, and the question in his eyes was clearly: Dragon blood is so worthless?

Han Tao Quan pretended not to understand his expression, and said in a deep voice, "If these are enough for you to study medical science, that's fine."

What he didn't tell Fu Mingxu was that this was his quenched dragon's blood. If the dragon's blood really had a fragrance, it would be worse than what he smelled before.

The jade bottle containing the dragon's blood was tightly sealed, not a trace of the smell of dragon's blood leaked out.

"It should be enough." Fu Mingxu tightened his grip on the jade bottle slightly, and assured him, "When the remaining elixir herbs are delivered, Yang Po Pill will be refined soon."

In terms of alchemy and medicine, he is always very confident: "In addition, I will use the frost buds and spirit crane branches to make a good medicinal soup for you today."

There is no need for a well-warmed alchemy furnace to make medicinal soup, and Han Zhengzhi was afraid that he would blow up the furnace, so he sent a lot of alchemy furnaces, which happened to come in handy.What's more, for him to match the ratio, it is enough to boil it with pill fire.

"In the evening, ask Han Zhengzhi to come and get it." Fu Mingxu calculated the time, and estimated, "You can transform the dragon's tail tonight, and immerse everything except the head."

While the two were talking, the drizzle outside the window had stopped at some point.

The clouds were gone and the rain was gone, and the sky cleared up after the rain, he couldn't help but look up, the twilight sun coated his outline with a layer of light, the clouds and mist like distant mountains between his eyebrows and eyes dispersed, his face was like jade, touching people's hearts.

Han Tao resisted the dryness of his Adam's apple, and restrained his voice: "I'll get it myself."

Fu Mingxu didn't think it was too bad, he covered his mouth and yawned: "Okay."

The voice seemed to be soaked in moisture, and even the warm-colored eyes were covered with moisture.

Han Tao's back when he was about to leave had a hint of running away, but Fu Mingxu, who was so focused on Dragon's Blood, didn't notice any difference.

The small courtyard was clean again. He squinted his eyes to appreciate the beautiful scenery of the warm sun hanging high in the sky and the golden light scattered all over the ground, and then stretched comfortably: "It's time to work!"

Before researching dragon's blood, let's finish today's work first.

After closing the window, I quickly changed into a convenient gown, and started to boil the medicinal soup swiftly.

Last night he asked Han Zhengzhi to look for Hanshuangya and Linghezhi, but he said it in a hurry, but he did find it.Fortunately, however, it will not be wasted.

Fu Mingxu didn't have the idea of ​​keeping it privately, he took it from the dragon and used it for the dragon as a matter of course.

He quickly immersed himself in what he was best at. After a stick of incense, the medicinal soup with frost buds and spirit crane branches as the main ingredients was brewed in a small alchemy furnace.If other alchemists saw how fast and accurate he was in preparing medicinal materials and processing spiritual plants, they would probably sigh at his natural talent.

It's a pity that Fu Mingxu's speed has always been like this. He knows how to do those spiritual plants after passing through his mind once, and there is no one to teach him to watch. As time goes by, he doesn't know his true level.

Not to mention these, even Long Yan's Pill Fire can become extremely obedient in his hands, which is enough to make people look sideways.

Fu Mingxu doesn't know the difference. The only thing he knows is that he can't cultivate alchemy and he can't cultivate spiritual energy. This is why he has deliberately hidden himself for many years.

After the medicinal soup is prepared and boiled, the rest is waiting.

Hanging a "Do Not Disturb" sign outside the house, Fu Mingxu did not leave the alchemy room, but tidied up his clothes and sat at the long table behind the alchemy furnace, and solemnly put the newly acquired dragon flame and dragon blood on the table.

He put the jade box aside for the time being, looked at the jade bottle in front of him and took a deep breath, then pinched it with his fingertips and tore off the seal on it.

Before Fu Mingxu could take a breath, he was almost choked by the tangy dragon's blood scent.

It's also delicious!

The previous dragon's blood scent was nothing compared to this scent. Fu Mingxu was dazed by the scent, and the instinctive hunger and thirst ate away at his mind bit by bit.

He stared at the "delicious food" in front of him, and felt that the hunger in his body seemed to exist in every inch of flesh and blood, which could not be ignored at all.

There are long-standing memories rolling in the deepest part of the sea of ​​consciousness, as if a voice came from ancient times, bewitching: "Eat it..Eat it.."

This feeling comes from instinct, and it is the truest thought in his heart.

Under the control of this instinct, his confused brain could only vaguely have some doubts.

Why eat it instead of drink it?

But this question was quickly submerged under the instinctive trend. Fu Mingxu couldn't resist the instinctive demand. He bit his lip and let the sweet blood flow into his throat. Then he closed his eyes and grabbed the jade bottle in front of him. , raised his head and drank the dragon blood inside.

The dragon's blood tasted sweet, and it was so comfortable that he sighed.

The air flow that once appeared and disappeared at the dantian suddenly appeared when it sensed the dragon's blood, and began to devour the dragon's blood with lightning speed.

The airflow became bigger and bigger with the action of devouring the dragon's blood, just like a seed that has been nourished enough and directly skips the root and sprouts upright.

When the long-hidden memories were gradually recovering, a rumbling thunder sounded out of thin air above the City Lord's Mansion.

The author says:

Hmph, we Mingxu are not poor little ones who can't cultivate!

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!