From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is the Lantern Festival.

On the high-speed rail from Shudu to Nanhu Province.

"Fu Sheng Boundless Heavenly Lord, the matter is finally over."

In the business district, Wang Ye took out the charging cable from the pocket of his overalls to renew his mobile phone, which had been dead for a long time. The southwest branch reimbursed the fare and food supplements. The twenty yuan he earned from fortune telling could only eat two Bowl of noodles.

Sitting next to the window, Jiang Yuan rubbed Fang Cunzhou in his hand. The dagger was black overall. After killing Mo Qing, if you look closely, there was a dark red line spreading. The natal sword can be used for about one mile in the second realm. , its sharpness and sturdiness are already impressive. After hitting an enemy, it can slightly open the world and bite off a piece of flesh, which is a little meaningless trick.

"Oh, brother Fu Jian is coming up, he is the leader of Jiange." Wang Ye carefully looked through the official accounts of Yiren Circle. Fu Jian has a daughter named Fu Rong. She has disappeared because of too many debts. It is said that she is a Love-minded, he repeatedly spends money on his previous boyfriends, and he is a bad accountant.

Jiang Yuan put away his natal sword and stored it in his Dantian in the form of a golden elixir. According to the development of the original world line, Fu Rong should have gone to Biyou Village and joined an organization called "Xinjie", whose leader is Ma Xianhong. The owner of the Eight Wonders of Magical Skills and Hundreds of Refinements.

In contrast, he was still more interested in capturing spirits and sending generals. The power of capturing spirits and ghosts was of great use.

"By the way, Lao Jiang, do you have a mobile phone?" Wang Ye said suddenly. After being separated from the mission status, he could use money freely. The God of Owl needs to be fed, otherwise it will inevitably cause turmoil.

"Tomorrow, I don't want to receive gifts from men during the Lantern Festival." Jiang Yuan replied.

Wang Ye: "..."

Okay, okay (palms)

Just when Wang Ye was about to complain, a piercing alarm sounded in the car.

The conductor began to calm the passengers, the train braked urgently, and a large group of people rushed into the men's toilet carrying fire extinguishers.

"Miss, what's going on inside?" Wang Ye stopped the flight attendant and asked.

"Someone smoked and lit the wastebasket on fire." The flight attendant replied in a low voice. At the same time, he gave a look to indicate not to tell anyone. Then he took out a small golden bell from his pocket. The texture was like the plastic gift toy that comes with buying milk. ,

Wang Ye took it casually and looked back at someone with a blank expression.

"Let's get out of the car. I can't carry this cause and effect. Before we get the peace charm, let's go to a place less traveled by."

Jiang Yuan raised his eyebrows. He could actively control the final impact. In theory, this accident really had nothing to do with him.

……

midnight.

Xiangxi Tumiao Autonomous Prefecture, the junction of four provinces.

The river flows back, the water surface is clear, the shore has large rocks and fine sand, the peaks on both sides are beautiful, and the moonlight is green and blue.

After a few more days of travel, the two will be able to enter the Wudang Mountain area northwest of Nanhu.

Jiang Yuan was wrapped in a black jacket. It was cold winter, and his current body was not strong enough to ignore the cold and heat. The second level of Taoism, refining qi and transforming into a god, required two parts: collecting big medicines and guarding the center. The former can be greatly improved by taking alchemy. Speeding up the progress, the latter is a state similar to epiphany, keeping the inner emptiness and tranquility.

But before browsing enough Taoist scriptures, he had no idea of ​​alchemy. Using alchemy is naturally very simple, but the fundamental purpose of alchemy and inner and outer elixirs are in great conflict. In addition to retrieving Laurent, this trip also involves ascension. Because the main ritual of the Hanged Man Sequence II Royal Realm Angel is to ascend, but that side refers to the deep spiritual world or the realm of gods.

Wang Ye turned his head and looked at the river next to him. He saw a fishing boat sailing quietly in the moonlight. He resisted the idea of ​​borrowing a means of transportation. The wind and the wind happened, and the journey was safe and sound. He knew there was something big going on without having to predict the situation. coming soon.

Besides, western Hunan is not a peaceful place. Sure enough, within a few minutes, a path appeared in front of the two of them.

Wang Ye grabbed someone's jacket and was about to run away, but froze in place before he could turn around.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yuan asked. The warlock's actions and words were all garbled. His stargazing technique involves the fourteen Ziwei stars, which are mainly used for fighting. In terms of fortune telling, he is not as good as Fenghou Qimen, who can create something from scratch, and then Going from simple to complex requires a process.

"It's life. There's trouble ahead, so let's go or not." Wang Ye said, stroking his forehead, "Someone can survive. Maybe a word can save us, but we will have to encounter trouble."

"Do you still have a choice?" Jiang Yuan glanced at the other party. He needed the flesh and blood brought by the storm to feed his natal sword. On the surface, a harmonious society cannot fight and kill, but the other party was simply looking for trouble. This guy was in the original In the future, World Line will go down the mountain to answer the calamity for the Heavenly Master. He likes purity, but he has a temperament that cannot stand aside.

"Then let's go. Looking up at the moon Jian Puzi and Land Sailing Divine Fortuner. The equipment is full. We two brothers work together. It won't be a big problem."

Following the path, a village appeared at the end, with numerous tombs surrounding it. It was the largest in the southeast, and the mountain protruded like huge rocks.

The king also looked around, "The bright hall is wide, with undulating green hills in front, and endless blessings for future generations. With the mountains at the back, the wind and energy are hidden. There will be people sitting in the temple in less than three generations. It would be great if an old man who died in peace was buried here, but After all, the boulder is an eyesore, and the blessed land may become a dead end. If the green dragon cannot stand up, it will be a dead snake. "

"Reward." Jiang Yuan kept walking, not wanting to accept the money would be a waste of money. If the owner's family was wealthy, it would be unreasonable not to reward him.

"Damn, I'm not a beggar."

The two continued to move forward. On the slope next to the entrance of the village, a young Taoist priest in Taoist robes was playing with the peach wood sword in his hand, shaking the soul bell with one hand, and kept muttering in his mouth.

Several strong men carried the red coffin and slowly lowered it into the dug grave. Brown ropes were wrapped around the surface of the coffin, and the patterns were sparse but extremely conspicuous.

There was only the cry of the old woman in the night. She was 60 years old, kowtowed so hard that her forehead was bleeding, and she wore black clothes to show "unfilial piety". People with white hair gave gifts to people with black hair.

Surrounded by a dozen villagers who came to attend the funeral.

Wang Ye inquired and found out what happened.

The person in the coffin is named Qu Zhongyi, who is in his thirties. Last summer, he met a fortune teller who told him that he was destined to be a sinister star and would not survive the Lantern Festival tomorrow.

His mother, the old woman, believed this and did not let Qu Zhanyi out of the house for six months. As a result, just after the Lantern Festival, the healthy man suddenly fell ill and was sent to the hospital. The doctor bluntly said that there was no way to save him and his vital signs were all intact. No, there is no need to use a defibrillator.

The fly ashes of the talisman were floating in the air.

The middle-aged Taoist priest noticed that the king was coming, turned around and shouted: "I told you not to come near, who are you?"

"It's just a wandering cloud and wild crane." Wang Ye held his arm around Fuchen, who didn't exist, trying to pretend to be an immortal.

"Whoever you love, please don't let him delay his death." The middle-aged Taoist priest greeted.

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen villagers took out a few crude guns from nowhere. They said they were crude guns. The parts were obviously made from CNC machine tools, and the surface glowed with the unique cold light of steel.

"Are you sure he is really dead?" Wang Ye said calmly.

The old woman looked shocked.

(End of this chapter)