Snake Tangled Three Dreams

Chapter 173

A raging fire ignited in the secret room, and the crimson sky fire cruelly devoured the sorrow in the room.

I led Tingyu, walked out of the pavilion in a daze, and the jade mirror Qingzhuang who was guarding outside immediately greeted me, but when I saw the child with a snake tail next to me, I was suddenly stunned.

"This... who is this child?" Qing Zhuang was dumbfounded, her fingers were trembling, "God, he looks too much like Jun Shang..."

My heart seemed to be clenched, and I froze for a moment, looking at her blankly.

"No, there was a gust of wind just now..." Fei Jing lost color in an instant, grabbed my shoulder firmly, and looked at me with frowned eyebrows, "Where is Your Majesty? Where is Your Majesty?!"

I bit my trembling lip, my eye sockets were red, and soon another pool of autumn water had accumulated.

They watched me choke silently, and instantly understood everything.The two of them instantly turned into two green snakes with bowl-sized mouths, screaming and neighing in the sky.

Xiao Feng looked at the child for a while, slowly put away the astonishment in his eyes, walked slowly to my side, and asked me softly: "Tingyue, do you have any plans in the future, do you want to... come back to Yanxingzong with me?"

I looked sideways at Tingyu, raised my hand to gently rub his soft hair, and slowly shook my head, "No way. Liu Wangzhi has been looking for me for 500 years, this time, let me look for him."

……

Later, I took Tingyu back to Liangcheng, under the care of Grandma Mei, I practiced for many days, and gradually changed many of Tingyu's bad habits.

He was raised in a sky coffin since he was a child, and he survived by absorbing the lives of other snake fetuses. In addition, Su Fengyu taught him almost cruelly, which made him have little empathy and could not express his emotions. with emotions.

Fortunately, with the help of Feijing Qingzhuang, he gradually learned to practice by himself, and perfectly controlled the powerful talent in his body.At the same time, Xiao Feng taught him how to learn Chinese and calligraphy, as well as Yan Xingzong's unique calculation method, Ting Yu gradually cultivated his mind and character from it, no longer violent and extreme, and gradually became a very good boy.

In Huaci, he resigned from his land position and returned to Liangcheng to open a restaurant. No matter he is busy or not, he will often bring osmanthus wine and osmanthus sugar to visit my wife and I.

Sometimes when the moonlight is clear, we will sit in the yard with me holding the wine jar and talk about old things, and all these old things are related to Liu Wangzhi.

……

Dazzling 300 years have passed, Liangcheng is misty and misty.

I paddled a light boat and passed by the Linshan River. The clear waves in the water reflected the distant mountains and rivers.

A beautiful and handsome young man snake was playing with the waves and fish, he didn’t know what he saw, he was stunned suddenly, the black snake tail with a clear light wrapped around my oar, and his slender fingers pointed to the distance, "Mother, look there... ..."

I lifted the edge of the umbrella slightly, and looked over inadvertently through the slanting rain.

Not far away, a small building outside the mountain is looming in the rain and fog. The curved covered bridge spans between the two green mountains. On the bridge, someone leans on the railing to look at the wine.

The boat went down the river, and the rain-watchers on the bridge suddenly poured the wine in their cups. The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus was scattered in the whirling drizzle, brewing hundreds of years of time and memories, and fell on my umbrella.

The sound of the rain became louder, and the heartbeat seemed to stop at this moment.

The man's peach-blossom eyes reflected the green mountains and distant waters, and his thin lips were slightly parted, and his voice, as mellow as wine, resounded above the small building.

"The mountains and rivers are changing, and the spring rain is falling. Bai Tingyue, you made me wait."

The lush wilderness seems to have a spring tide rushing thousands of miles with the rain.

I put away the folded umbrella, bent my eyes and smiled lightly: "I hope, it's not too late."

Fortunately, the old man still lives in the heart door.

Just as the winter snow has passed, there are snow marks in the mud.

--(use up)
(End of this chapter)