Son-in-law of Chenglong

Chapter 16 Little Dragon King

The mottled tiger with hanging eyes and white forehead roared twice, and said strangely: "You practice the circle of heaven and earth, why don't you know the inheritance and origin of this method?"

This tiger talked eloquently, like a well-learned Confucian: "There are many methods in the world to sacrifice the magic weapon of the circle, but they always stick to the three main streams of the diamond carving, the universe circle, and the wishful hoop."

"Your circle can be big or small, and you only fly out to smash people. What is it if it's not the Qiankun circle?"

"This method was handed down by the Great God of the Santan Haihui. It is orthodox and heretical. The evil spirits and monster clans have passed it down. The methods of each family are slightly different."

"He is a tall old man. He is an ancient god and man. He practiced since childhood, comprehended Miaoxuan, and subdued the 72 cave demon kings. There are too many deeds, and he can't tell at a time. If you are interested, find a copy of "Three Altars Sea Meeting You can know the clue by reading "The Legend of the Great God."

Wang Chong's fear gradually subsided, he touched the dim copper ring, curious, and couldn't help asking: "Tiger's evil spirit is so powerful, it can cut my magic weapon's sacrificial heat, I don't know what kind of training it has. Powerful Taoism?"

The eye-catching, white-fronted, colorful tiger put down its four paws, lay down on the ground, and said: "The lineage of the Yaozu is all the inheritance of the Wanyao Jue, but each family gets it differently. After I became a spirit, I was born with a Black Wind Curse. Concentrating on cutting down the family's morals is not only useful for the magic weapon, but also has a great effect on people."

Xiao Chong was surprised, and asked, "Isn't the Black Wind Curse the inheritance of the Black Wind Temple?"

The colorful tiger with hanging eyes and white forehead roared, and replied: "I was born in Heifeng Temple. I served the mount of the old temple master of his family for more than three hundred years. Leave and wander in all directions."

Xiaochong nodded repeatedly, dumbfounded, but secretly cried out in his heart: "He is a tiger demon with Taoism, no matter where he cultivates, he must have a great reputation. I have never heard that there are tigers in Bailu Mountain, let alone there are tigers." Tiger demon, this tiger demon must have come from somewhere else."

"He intentionally chatted with me. There are many things that he doesn't need to say at all, but he has the attitude of knowing everything and talking endlessly."

"This is not right."

"What's more, why is it such a coincidence? He was born in Heifengguan again?"

Although Xiao Chong is convinced that this tiger demon must have a purpose, it is after all a guess, and he does not dare to be sure.

He missed Zhu Ying, so he couldn't help asking: "I have a good friend named Zhu Ying, who is fourteen or fifteen years old, handsome, and lost today. I wonder if the tiger has seen him before?"

The colorful tiger with hanging eyes and white forehead shouted: "I've seen it before, he has already returned to the academy."

Xiao Chong was pleasantly surprised, and shouted: "It turns out that brother Zhu has never had any accidents."

The colorful tiger with hanging eyes and white forehead shouted: "I'll give you a ride."

Without waiting for Xiao Chong to refuse, he jumped forward, opened his mouth wide, grabbed Xiao Chong's belt, his four claws caught the wind, and he jumped ten feet, but within half an hour he left the forest and arrived at the foot of Bailu Mountain.

He let go of Xiaochong, and said: "The academy is ahead, I don't want to show up in front of others, you can go back on your own."

Xiao Chong saluted deeply, and walked towards the academy, still feeling a little weird, there must be something to explain the strangeness of this tiger.

As soon as Xiao Chong left, the eye-catching, white-fronted tiger rolled on the spot, turning into a big man in yellow, and shouted, "I've already been sent back."

A white-clothed boy appeared floatingly, and beside him was a younger man who was five or six points similar to him. It was Zhu Ying who had been missing for a whole day.

The boy in white clasped his hands in salute and said, "Thank you, Brother Lu."

The big man in yellow who had changed into a tiger also cupped his hands and shouted: "Why do you need to be polite, Little Dragon King?"

The boy in white said, "Turn around and invite Brother Lu to drink."

The big man in yellow screamed loudly and ran away, with a faint black wind surging on his body, turning into a rolling tornado.

As soon as the big man in yellow left, Zhu Ying called out, "Second brother, I want to study in the academy, so you can't take me home."

The young man in white knocked Zhu Ying on the forehead, and said with a bit of doting: "You have been away from home for a long time, and both parents are worried. Let us see you, and you must take it home. Don't make it difficult for the second brother."

Zhu Ying had a stubborn face, unwilling to give in.

The boy in white sighed helplessly: "How can I go home?"

Zhu Ying replied: "Let me study for two more years."

The boy in white said: "Two years is too long, I promise you to play for seven more days."

Zhu Ying shouted, "How about seven days? At least one year."

The two bargained and finally settled on a period of half a month. The boy in white sighed a few times and drifted away.

Zhu Ying sent her elder brother away, without any hesitation, she made a formula, and her whole body was turned into a cloud of mist, the mist dissipated in no time, and no one was seen.

Xiaochong went back to the attic of the warehouse, and saw Zhu Ying reading, and couldn't help but ask, "Where did you come from? You couldn't find it all day long?"

Zhu Ying chuckled, and said, "I didn't have time to tell you about some family matters, so I went out. Don't be angry, I left something delicious for you."

Zhu Ying took out a food box. There were more than a dozen kinds of snacks in the food box, each of which was exquisite and well-researched.

Xiaochong was a little angry when he saw his friend come back, but he was relieved after all. He was very hungry, so he took a piece of snack and put it in his mouth. It was sweet and refreshing, extremely soft, and praised repeatedly.

Zhu Ying gave the food box to Wang Chong, but she didn't eat it herself. There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, watching him eat Hesai like a storm, and suddenly asked, "Have you been looking for me for a day?"

Xiaochong nodded, and replied: "I have searched inside and outside the academy. I am also in a daze. I should go to your servant first. If there is no news, I should report to the official. Wouldn't it be more useful than me to search randomly?" How many?"

Zhu Ying smiled slightly, and secretly said in her heart: "If my brother hadn't looked at him and searched for me in the back mountain without thinking, he might not be so easy to talk to. Give me half a month."

The big man in yellow stands gracefully on the top of the mountain.

The young man in white walked up the mountain in a car, and said: "It is rumored that there is a treasure out of Xiaohan Mountain, which was acquired by the old spider. I don't know what went wrong, but I can't carry it away."

"Now that the news has spread, seventeen or eight groups of cultivators have gone to join in the fun. Even some Jianghu warriors have heard some miscellaneous news, so they swarmed over. Let's go and have a look."

The big man in yellow said, "That's fine."

The big man in yellow set up a black wind, and the young man in white manipulated a cloud of mist. The two of them were half wind and half fog, and they went far away in a short time.

After school the next day, Zhu Ying called Wang Chong to the back mountain, took two wooden swords, handed them to him, and said, "Today I will teach you the Yuan Yuan sword style."

"This way of sword style is divided into yin and yang styles. Yang sword style is human martial arts, and yin sword style is the way of controlling swords by immortals. There are 64 styles in each."

Zhu Ying seemed a little anxious, and instead of pointing out carefully, he practiced the Yin-Yang 64-stroke Yang sword style and asked him to follow along.

Xiaochong is talented and intelligent, and has a photographic memory, but he has never practiced martial arts since he was a child. He has learned every move and style very hard.

(End of this chapter)