Becoming a fox fairy from Liaozhai

Chapter 393
Great Immortal Jinting didn't even turn his head, he just waved his hands, and their strength slowly recovered.

It's just that in the face of this supernatural monster, even if he regained his strength, Taoist Xiao was not sure of retaliation.

Had he been alone, he could have died in martyrdom.

If it was just a few senior brothers, they would surely be able to work together with him, risking their lives.

But there are old and weak at the top, and sick and young at the bottom. Taoist Xiao can certainly shout out that he will sacrifice his life for righteousness, and the jade will be broken, but if the whole family is retaliated by this demon for this, he will die without peace.

The Great Immortal of Jinting was obsessed with the murals of the Golden Palace, admiring every brushstroke and ink, trying to figure out the techniques and principles in it, he looked like a rich and noble son who was proficient in this way and indulged in it.

But the Taoists of Shenjing Palace don't think so, they just think this monster is more terrifying.

Xiao Taoist and several senior brothers were the first to recover their strength, and helped the young and old out of the Golden Palace, and went to the hut to rest.

The normally chaotic old Taoist opened his cloudy eyes, firmly grasped Xiao Taoist's hand with his thin five fingers, and said, "Master, I don't regret my death, but the Taoism of Shenjing Palace must not be destroyed just like that. Otherwise, my ancestors are above me, and I will not be able to rest in peace even if I die."

Xiao Taoist was in pain from being caught by him, and a soreness welled up in his heart, so he could only whisper: "I understand."

The old Taoist stared at him firmly, but after all, he couldn't resist the inability of his old body to support him, his eyes lost their vitality, and he passed out in a coma.

In the Golden Palace, in front of the Immortal Jinting, no matter how weak they are, they dare not lose consciousness.

Because the eyes are closed, it is not necessarily possible to open them.

Several young Taoist boys hugged each other and sobbed. The young young Taoist priest turned pale, looked at Xiao Taoist in panic, and asked, "Master, what should we do in the future?"

"How to do?"

Daoist Xiao raised his eyes and looked around, only feeling bleak, and said with a sad smile: "Naturally, we will do as the demon said, the skill is not as good as that of a human, so what can we do."

Taoist Xiao asked his fellow disciples to take good care of the young and old in the palace.

Xiao Daoren's brother asked, "What are you going to do? Don't do stupid things!"

Xiao Taoist said bitterly: "What else can I do? I don't know what the monster is doing, I have to ask clearly. Don't worry, I won't do stupid things."

Watching Taoist Xiao off to the Golden Palace, the Taoists sighed bitterly.

Taoist Xiao came outside the Golden Palace again, the lights in the palace were flickering, and the golden glow was everywhere.

Or the lotus lantern, or the green ox lantern, or the red bird lantern, or carved from paulownia wood, or cast in bronze, or fired in clay, all kinds of lights illuminate the golden hall brightly.

The murals in the hall are changing in light and shadow under the lights, so lifelike that they almost burst out of the wall.

Gong Mengbi admired the murals on the wall, saw Xiao Taoist coming, and asked, "What's your name?"

Daoist Xiao felt bitter, this demon has forcibly occupied the West Dongting Mountain and the golden hall of the Shenjing Palace, but he doesn't even know the name of the head of the Shenjing Palace.

Xiao Taoist said expressionlessly: "Xiao Rong, the head of Shenjing Palace."

Gong Mengbi asked: "What is the origin of your Shenjing Palace? The way of making fire is only a little bit interesting, but the technique of controlling dragons can barely catch my eye."

Xiao Taoist replied in front of the hall: "My Shenjing Palace was built 800 years ago by the order of the emperor of the Dasheng Dynasty. At that time, the Dasheng Dynasty built water transportation and dug out two red dragons and white dragons. I don't know how to deal with them. My master's ancestor came from the Huanlong family, and he had some skills in raising dragons, so he asked my master to graze two dragons in West Dongting Mountain, and we built the Shenjing Palace here."

Gong Mengbi looked at the large number of dragon pictures in the murals, nodded, and said: "It turns out that it was passed down by the Huanlong clan in ancient times. It has no effect and gradually disappeared. It is rare that there is still the inheritance of the Huanlong clan here."

Gong Mengbi protruded a snow-white tail from under his clothes, curled it through the golden palace, stretched it out in front of Taoist Xiao, and said, "I'll give it back to you."

I saw the red dragon named Fanu, like a little red snake, coiled around the snow-white fox tail, as if in a light sleep.

"Fanu!" Daoist Xiao showed a nervous expression, and quickly held the little red snake in his hands, only feeling the warmth from the tentacles, but he didn't see it waking up.

Daoist Xiao hurriedly said: "Great Immortal of Jinting, please let him be enslaved..."

Gong Mengbi's long tail had already been drawn, and he said, "I just fell asleep."

Xiao Taoist won the red dragon again, and he would no longer be so hostile to Gong Mengbi.

He held the red dragon in his arms, warmed it with mana, and helped the red dragon wake up.

Gong Mengbi asked: "Is this the red dragon from 800 years ago?"

Xiao Taoist said: "Yes, it is that red dragon."

"Where is the white dragon?"

Xiao Taoist smiled wryly and said: "The white dragon is older than the red dragon, it flew away in a thunderstorm and never came back."

Gong Mengbi laughed sarcastically: "It seems that although your ancestor is a descendant of the Huanlong clan, he must not have much skill in raising dragons."

"Your Shenjing Palace uses fire as a law, and if you are in harmony with this red dragon, you can be regarded as a fellow practitioner. Therefore, this red dragon can't get along with you, but you can't get along with the white dragon, so you can only do it reluctantly. I guess that Bailong must not be very obedient, right?"

Xiao Taoist opened his eyes wide, he didn't expect that the Great Immortal Jin Ting knew this.

Gong Mengbi said quietly: "It's not only that you haven't raised that white dragon well, you also have to raise this red dragon."

Taoist Xiao's complexion changed, and he quickly asked: "I would like to ask the Great Immortal of Jinting to express it clearly."

Gong Mengbi laughed, and said: "Dragon is a heterogeneous species of beasts. After 800 years of practice, the mind is still like a child. Isn't it a fool?"

"You don't know the dragon language, and you haven't taught it human language. The dragon doesn't work well, and people don't understand it. If you keep raising it, you won't be able to become a great weapon."

Xiao Taoist seemed to be struck by lightning, and muttered to himself: "It turned out to be like this, it turned out to be like this!"

Gong Mengbi didn't pay attention to Xiao Taoist's upheaval in his heart, what he said to the point broke through the long-standing worries in Taoist Xiao's heart.

Among the murals, there are many records of the Huanlong family.

Swim with dragons and herd dragons.

But obviously the true biography of the Huanlong clan did not survive.

Although Gong Mengbi has never seen the inheritance of the Huanlong family, he can almost be regarded as half a dragon now, and he has even mastered the bead refining method, and has a deeper understanding of dragons.

Although he doesn't know how to raise dragons, he knows what a real dragon should look like, and he can probably guess what's wrong with the red dragon.

He wondered about the mural not because of any secrets hidden in the mural, but because of the mural itself.

"Xiao Rong, the murals in the Golden Palace are from the hands of Xue Daoqing?"

Xiao Taoist was startled for a moment, he came back to look at Gong Mengbi, Gong Mengbi looked at him expressionlessly, he quickly replied: "It is from the hands of the painting saint."

Gong Mengbi slowly looked away.

Seeing that he was somewhat displeased, Taoist Xiao quickly collected himself, not daring to distract him any more.

Gong Mengbi sighed, and said: "Sure enough, it's Xue Daoqing's handwriting."

Taoist Xiao asked, "Does the Great Immortal of Jinting recognize the saint of painting?"

Gong Mengbi nodded, and said: "I have collected several paintings by Xue Daoqing, and I have a little relationship with Xue Daoqing."

In Taoist Xiao's heart, Gong Mengbi's image suddenly became confusing.

It's a monster, but it's not exactly like a monster.

Clever and cunning, powerful mana, knowledgeable, and even familiar with the affairs of the world.

Xiao Daoren said: "In the past, the saint of painting passed Taihu Lake and stayed in the Shenjing Palace. My master heard his name, so he repeatedly asked him to leave his calligraphy here. Holy view."

"The painting saint read many records of the Huanlong clan, and finally let go. He spent seven days and seven nights painting a picture of ten thousand dragons in the Golden Palace. If the Immortal Jinting is interested, you may wish to look for it."

　It’s an update today, and it’s written now, alas, I just said yesterday to strive for full attendance, but today I failed

　　
　
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