The only way

Chapter 173 Millennium Flood Dragon, Disciple of Heaven's Mystery (Monthly Pass+)

The fragrance of tea is clear, the mouth is full of sweetness, fresh and natural.

He Zhaoyun doesn't know how to taste tea, but he can still taste good or bad. Although he doesn't know what kind of tea it is, he knows that it is definitely not cheap, it is good tea.

The depressed feeling of ten taels of silver subsided slightly.

Lingchu smiled and watched He Zhaoyun's small face wrinkle into a ball, looked at the decorations in the room with a serious expression, and sipped tea in a serious manner, the expression on his face that had been tense since seeing the ten taels of silver went out finally loosened a bit.

Couldn't help stretching out his hand to pull He Chaoyun's upturned shofar braid, Lingchu said with a smile, "I just heard from the maid on this boat that there is a storyteller in the dining room on the second floor, and now is the time for storytelling." , do you want to listen to it?"

Storyteller?
He Zhaoyun's eyes lit up. She had never heard of a storyteller. She occasionally passed by a teahouse and heard the hustle and bustle inside. She was curious, but unfortunately, she never went in.

Nodding happily, He Zhaoyun tugged Lingchu's sleeves hesitantly. She was a little scared by herself, and, after hearing about the books, she seemed to have to give money.

"It can't be seen that our Xiao Chaoyun is still a money-keeper." Lingchu only felt that he was full of smiles, and his eyebrows and eyes were curved.

He Zhaoyun blushed from Lingchu's smile, pulled Lingchu's sleeve in embarrassment, and said anxiously, "Don't waste money!"

"It's not a waste of money. The money for listening to the book is originally included in the boat fare. However, if you think what he said is good, you can give some rewards." Lingchu stretched out his hand and rubbed He Zhaoyun's face, and said.

Hearing that there is no need to pay to listen, and that the cost of listening to the book is also included in the boat fare, He Chaoyun's eyes lit up immediately, "Go and listen, don't waste ten taels."

As she said that, she secretly thought in her heart that she would not give a reward, she had no money herself.

"Okay, after listening to the storytelling, I happened to be eating in the dining room."

Lingchu nodded. He Zhaoyun is still young, so he can't be sloppy with his three meals a day.

Holding He Zhaoyun's little hand, the two walked to the dining room on the second floor of the big boat hand in hand.

In the dining room, a thin storyteller with a short beard was clapping his hands and shouting.

"By the way, where did the Tongtian River get its name? It came from an immortal! Hundreds of years ago, the Tongtian River was rolling, and once the heavy rain poured down, there were thunderous bursts between the sky and the earth, and the flood seemed to pour down the sky. Dozens of cities along the river instantly The time is dangerous, and the people in the city are all terrified. At this time, a fairy descended to the earth, and the fairy light flickered in the sleeve of the fairy. Suddenly, a shadow appeared in the sleeve, and it turned into the shadow of a swallowing dragon in a few breaths, soaring among the clouds. Clouds, mountains, and mist, shuttled through the flood and the sky, and dragons chanted, as if in the ears."

The storyteller told the story of the Tongtian River. According to folklore, there is a dragon in the Tongtian River, which was left by the immortals and guarded the river for hundreds of years.

He Chaoyun listened with relish, and Lingchu also listened with relish.

There is indeed a dragon in this Tongtian River, but it is not a real dragon, but a flood dragon.

A thousand-year-old flood dragon, a so-called immortal, is the ancestor of the Sanqing Dao Sect.

This matter is mentioned in the records of the sect.

At that time, Lingchu had heard from the elders of the sect that the flood dragon of the Tongtian River had an agreement with the Sanqing Daozong. What was the agreement? Lingchu was just a small foundation-building monk, so naturally he didn't know the details.

I only know that the sect once told all the disciples that if they are in danger in the Tongtian River when they go out, they might as well try to ask for help from the thousand-year-old dragon.

I have eaten a table of vegetarian food, drank a cup of tea, and heard a story.

He Zhaoyun, who had never seen such a scene before, had bright round eyes and never dimmed them. It seemed that he couldn't get enough of them. Before he came, he had agreed that he would not give money, but he saw the crowd's applause. The sound of splashing money made the young He Zhaoyun feel warm.

He took out his small pouch from his pocket, took out several copper coins inside, and threw them onto the podium with a clatter.

Lingchu also heard it with gusto. Lingchu, who has not yet become a master of Taoism, is just a young man in his 20s, so naturally he still has the excitement and excitement of a teenager.

She feels that this secular world is not far away from her, and she is still amazed at everything she sees.

"Poor ghost!"

On the table next to him, there was a young man wearing a gold crown, who casually threw a silver dime onto the stage, it seemed that there were quite a few of them.

These words were obviously addressed to He Zhaoyun, and his eyes would pass by He Zhaoyun from time to time.

He Zhaoyun's pink face turned red again, this time not because of excitement or embarrassment, but anger.

"Stupid rich."

Seeing that He Chaoyun didn't feel ashamed or embarrassed because of the young man's words, Lingchu nodded again in his heart. Although He Chaoyun is young, he is indeed very good-natured.

And Sanqing Daozong also pays attention to xinxing.

Touching He Zhaoyun's head affirmatively, Lingchu glanced at the young man lightly, but his eyes stopped on the young man sitting next to him.

It's a monk.

The young people around the boy also noticed Lingchu, smiled and cupped their hands, and a sound transmission came.

"Friends Daoist, I have no intentions in Xialiu, from Zhongzhou, and I'm visiting your place, my brother is young and rude, please forgive me." The young man was dressed in a white robe, his face was like a crown of jade, looking into people's eyes, he was clear and dustless at first glance, Looking at it again, it looks like the deep night sky, bottomless.

Lingchu smiled and glanced at He Zhaoyun and the young man who were staring at each other, and went back via voice transmission as well.

"In Xiayu Lingchu, fellow Daoist Liu, from Qianji Pavilion, right?" Lingchu's eyes fell on Liu Wuwu's wrist holding the cup, on which was a string of red strings and two ancient copper coins.

Copper coins are ancient and clumsy, but they have their own mysterious and unpredictable circulation.

It is rumored that all the disciples of Qianji Pavilion will have such a string of copper coins. Outsiders don't know the exact reason. They only know that the disciples in the Qi refining stage have one coin, and the disciples in the foundation stage have two coins. They can be calculated based on this.

The young man in front of him, Liu Wuwu, should be a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Liu Wuwu didn't refute, and nodded with a smile, "A fellow Taoist of the Sanqing Daozong, you really have good eyesight."

He didn't have good eyesight, but Liu Wuwu didn't intend to hide it at all. It was the first time Lingchu met a disciple of Qianji Pavilion.

However, looking at the young man, this young man, Liu Wuxin said, was his junior brother, that is, the disciple of Qianji Pavilion, but he was still just like He Chaoyun, just a mortal.

Liu didn't intend to come to Jiuming Prefecture, could it be because of this young man?

The recruitment of disciples in Qianji Pavilion originated from the secrets of heaven, and all of them are indescribably wonderful.

Liu Wuyi calmly let Lingchu look at the young man, and also looked at He Chaoyun. Suddenly, he said meaningfully to Lingchu, "I came to Jiumingzhou this time for a word of fate. The fate has come. That’s it, we’ll see each other again in the future.”

After finishing speaking, he picked up the reluctant boy who was still cross-eyed, waved his sleeves, and left the dining room without taking a cloud.

baffling.

It was the first time Lingchu met the disciples of Qianji Pavilion, so Lingchu thought.

A word of fate hung on his lips.

Less reliable than the old way.

From then until they disembarked, the two of Lingchu never met Liu Wuyi and them again. It seemed that they were really destined for each other this time.

　A new update will be added in October, and at the request of book friends, it will be published together, with a chapter every half an hour, hee hee.

　　
　
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