Marrying a sick dragon

Fu Mingxu carried the storage bag and continued to walk back. Although he felt that the expressions of the Dragon Clan members were a bit strange, he was in a hurry to go back and didn't take these episodes to heart at all.

Han Zhengzhi hasn't returned yet, and the dragon body in the folding space lake is still as quiet as ever, in deep sleep.

The traces of dragon blood oozing from under the dragon scales had stopped, and the medicinal soup was gradually absorbed by the dragon body, and the light brown color that appeared before had almost dissipated, leaving only a slight reddish tinge.

Even if it wasn't the first time he saw Qing Hantao's dragon body, Fu Mingxu was still shocked.In particular, he always thinks about Long Fei's posture in the sky.

"You must not be enchanted." He squatted by the lake, his eyes flicked inch by inch from the dragon's tail, and his blue pupils loomed, "I don't want to disappoint Immortal Siyang's kindness."

In other words, Immortal Siyang seems to belong to the Tianyan Sect, and I don't know if I can meet him in the future.

Fu Yangxu didn't meet many good people, but Xianjun Siyang was indeed one of them.

Thoughts were mixed and mixed, and it wasn't until his calf was numb that Fu Yangxu braced his waist and prepared to get up.

Before getting up, a thought flashed in his mind, and he stretched out his hand and curled his fingers to flick the dragon scale.

"Tsk, it's so hard." Feeling the numbness of his fingertips, Fu Mingxu got up angrily, "Go to work."

He found a lot of Frost Buds and Spirit Crane Branches, and it is estimated that they can make a lot of medicinal soup.

When Han Zhengzhi sends other elixir herbs, the remaining Orchid Flower can be refined into Yang Po Pill, which can be used to treat Han Tao's broken dragon soul.

While estimating the remaining spiritual plants in the white storage bag, Fu Mingxu calculated what kind of elixir could be refined.

He glanced at it earlier, and the priest put in some rare spiritual plant seedlings.It is estimated that the person who sent the seedlings did not expect that the Dragon Clan had little interest in spiritual plants, and these seedlings were not planted properly.

Well, there is a piece of soil in the Green Bamboo Courtyard. If you set up a four-season formation, it is a good place to plant spiritual seedlings.

Speaking of which, due to the limited environment in the past, I haven't planted and cultivated spiritual plants myself.

How could a good alchemist lack this skill.

Fu Mingxu rubbed the ends of his hair with his fingers, and felt that it was not difficult for him to do it.

He pushed open the door, took the time to process and prepare the elixir herbs, then skillfully opened the alchemy furnace, put Longyan in, and began to boil the medicinal soup.

In the east of the Cangling Continent, in the east of Cangling Continent, someone opened his eyes on the towering star-picking platform, the highest peak of the continuous mountain range.

Yuebai's wide sleeves fluttered with the wind, he stood up, and the stars above his head flickered in an instant.

"Immortal Monarch." The disciple of the Immortal Attendant of Tianyan Sect pressed his forehead to the ground, and looked up respectfully.

The heavenly ladder was cut off, the aura gradually declined, and there was no possibility for immortal cultivators in the Cangling Continent to ascend.

And the one who has lived the longest here is the ancestor of Tianyan Sect, Siyang Xianjun.

When Immortal Siyang was cultivating, the world didn't know that the heavenly ladder was cut off. At that time, there were countless arrogance, and Siyang was the best among them.

Therefore, he stepped into the period of oblivion one step earlier than others and waited for ascension.

He ushered in the catastrophe in the later stage of Wangxu, but after the catastrophe, there was no movement, only Si Yang, who had been chopped half dead, was lying on the ground covered in scorched land, and was taken back to recuperate in his body by the disciples who hurried over .

However, the fact that Si Yang failed to ascend the catastrophe was ridiculed by Tianjiao at the same time for a hundred years. At that time, Si Yang woke up hesitant to speak, and finally looked at them with a sneer smile.

A hundred years later, people ascended one after another, and all ended up dying.

Instead, Si Yang became the only one who survived.

It was only then that the major powers realized that something was wrong, and they asked to go to the Star-picking Platform one after another. Together with him, they used half of their cultivation base to spy on the secrets of the sky, and came to the fact that the heavenly ladder was cut off and they could not ascend.

Some people couldn't accept it, they became possessed on the spot, and were beheaded by others.

Since then, the news has spread throughout the Cangling Continent. There are those who are silent and hide in seclusion, waiting for an opportunity, and those who are not willing to walk in evil ways.

And Si Yang, who is closest to the immortal, was called "Xianjun" in the end.

In fact, the inability to ascend has no effect on mid- and low-level immortal cultivators, especially for mortals who cannot ascend to immortality.

It's just that after learning that it was impossible to ascend, the originally thriving cultivation world was in a slump for a while. When it was rectified, the demons had already invaded, and the war between immortals and demons was imminent.

Si Yang's face was pale, but his thoughts drifted far away.He has deduced the secret for several years, and the original hopeless situation has finally changed a little today.

"I'll go down the mountain." He lowered his head and glanced at Xianshi, his double pupils merged into one, "Don't follow."

The Immortal Attendant immediately put on a bitter face: "But the Sovereign..."

Si Yang was stunned for a while, then remembered something, and his expression changed for a moment: "Tell him, I have a cause and effect, and tell him not to look for me."

Who would have thought that the bastard picked up back then would become the suzerain of the Tianyan Sect, and he would always be in charge of him!

A well-behaved Tianyan Sect was unexpectedly held in power by a sword cultivator.

Si Yang thought, if he hadn't lost half of his body, he wouldn't be able to stop a brat from messing around.

The Immortal Attendant's face became even more bitter: "But..."

Before he could finish speaking, Si Yang waved his hand impatiently, and then disappeared in place.

The fairy attendant who just heard him accidentally spit out the truth ran down the star picking platform as if facing an enemy, shouting: "Sect Master! It's terrible! The fairy king ran away!"

Xianjun, the suzerain is not a brat now!

What is the cause and effect, he is sure that when the suzerain finds out, there will be another one missing from this towering mountain.

"Ah..." In the warm and dry alchemy room, Fu Mingxu sneezed loudly.

But he didn't care, and continued to boil the last pill soup, his eyelids were starting to fight.

In order to make the medicinal soup, he has not closed his eyes for two days and two nights, and he has eaten up all the bigu pills on his body.

"My life is saved, Yang Po Pill is in time." Fu Mingxu murmured, and after a while he got up and went out with a bucket of medicinal soup.

Yangpo Pill still lacks a Wuji Buddha branch as an auxiliary material. Han Zhengzhi has already gone to the Kuchan Temple to exchange it, and he is expected to come back tomorrow.

He walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow, but fortunately the medicinal soup was not sprinkled.

Finally walking to the lake, Fu Mingxu couldn't help but yawned, looked sleepily at the dragon's body under the moonlight, and then poured the remaining medicinal soup.

This is the last bucket of medicinal soup, the lake water has turned dark brown, and the air is filled with a bitter and strange medicinal smell.

"You're done." Fu Mingxu clapped his hands, stretched under the moonlight, "Go back to sleep..."

It was just the first time that his legs and feet were so slack that he hadn't rested for so long, and his feet slipped.

Seeing that he was about to fall hard, Fu Mingxu straightened up desperately, but before he had time to be happy, he leaned forward again and fell directly into the lake.

Fu Mingxu was shocked, and subconsciously hugged the things around him and climbed up. When he recovered, he suddenly found himself sitting on the dragon's tail.

The hard dragon scales made his butt hurt, and Fu Mingxu instinctively showed a disgusted expression on his face.

Wait, that's not the point.

He sat on the tail of the dragon!

The moonlight was like water, and the night was so beautiful that Fu Mingxu couldn't see the beauty, only the wind was messy.

He moved uncomfortably, but the dragon's tail behind the recovery dragon was too big. Although Han Tao was still asleep, he was afraid that his strength would wake up the dragon under him.

Even though he knew that the chance was very low, but the picture was so beautiful that he felt ashamed even with his toes, he didn't dare to think about it.

Fu Mingxu looked at the lake two steps away, fell silent for a while, and decided to move over slowly.

The dragon scale was really uncomfortable to sit on, it was cold and hard.

The willows were blowing gently, the lake was slightly swaying, the dragon in the lake was not moving, only a figure above was moving furtively.

Han Tao felt himself sinking into endless darkness, his whole body was cold and painful, and the past events kept reappearing in his mind one by one, turning into nightmare claws trying to pull him into hell.

Why does it hurt so much?

He felt that he seemed to be particularly obsessed with this problem. Every time he was about to break through the fog, he was cut off by an extremely bewitching voice.

"It hurts, it's all caused by those people."

"Be enchanted, you will gain stronger power once you become enchanted."

"With the strongest power in the world, what else can you not get?"

"Those delusional thoughts that you hide in the bottom of your heart, only dare to sneak a look, and can never be revealed, can be realized one by one."

The scene described by this voice is so beautiful that Han Tao can't help but imagine what it said.

Demonic thoughts quietly rose, and the coldness around him was about to turn into boundless demonic energy.

Suddenly, Han Tao felt his whole body was surrounded by warmth. This warmth made him feel like he had returned to the time of dragon eggs, and he only needed to stay quietly inside the shell.

The image in my mind stays at a bloody golden little dragon, standing in front of the little dragon is a woman with picturesque eyebrows, holding a delicate-faced child by her hand.

They were obviously very close, but there seemed to be thick clouds and mist between them and Xiaolong.

"Mother, what is that?" The childish voice sounded like thunder, dispelling the thick darkness in an instant.

What sound and memory all disappeared completely, he only heard a familiar voice: "It's really hard."

There was a strong dislike in his tone.

The strong bitter taste filled the nostrils, and Han Tao quickly realized that it was this bitter liquid that relieved the pain on the dragon.

Han Tao who had just woken up was about to move when he heard him say, "I'm so scared to death, don't wake up now."

The dragon tail that moved slightly froze immediately, only ripples appeared on the lake surface in the dark night.

Fu Mingxu didn't notice any movement on the water surface, he was trying to move his buttocks, probably because he was too nervous, beads of sweat came out from the tip of his nose.

Seeing that he was only half a step away from the lake, just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a subtle red light suddenly flashed in the depths of the moonlight.

He didn't notice this, and when he was leaning towards the lake, he felt his waist move, and the change in vain made him almost scream in fright.

"Shut up." A deep voice suddenly sounded in my mind, "It's me."

The exclamation was blocked in his throat, and Fu Mingxu looked down.

In the night, the golden scales glowing with moonlight moved, and the dragon tail carried him to the front.

The author says:

Han Tao: Hard?Um?

Fu Mingxu: Dragon scales are hard!