Qingyun Disciple

Perhaps it was an illusion, but Yun Mo always felt that there was a strange atmosphere in the East China Sea.

This feeling has taken root in his heart since he was in the Conch Palace in the Merman Kingdom, and it germinated when he entered the Crystal Palace, and after going through all these twists and turns, an unknown hidden worry emerged in his heart.

When they entered the canyon, they didn't meet any dragon soldiers who blocked the way and asked, only saw the silent caves left on the cliffs on both sides.

The Surging Wave Legion has all withdrawn.

The sea area under Risheng Island has regained its calm.As time goes by, the silent but powerful undercurrents of seawater will leave behind the pitted ground, the soil layer riddled with holes, and the corpses of sea earthworms scattered all over the place. Take it away and smooth it out, and no one will know what kind of battle took place here, and a race was almost extinct here.

In addition to that artificially raised ley line, it also testifies that there once was a strange race here that made even the Surging Wave Legion unable to advance or retreat.

Yun Mo's uneasiness was magnified to the extreme in Ying Hua Palace.

The chief of the Chilong family still had a polite appearance, and he acted in a leisurely manner. Even after listening to the shocking news that Qin Yu had brewed for a long time, he just smiled lightly and offered him a cup of tea for the dry mouthed man. .

"Senior, you..." Qin Yu was a little discouraged. He had originally made such a big news to please Xiaoyue's family, but he didn't expect him to have no mood swings at all.

"Are you wondering why I didn't look surprised at all?" Seemingly seeing Qin Yu's frustration, Chilong Patriarch smiled and explained to the three of them: "My father quit the Presbyterian Church back then. I also resigned from the Surging Wave Legion In the eyes of outsiders, the post of commander may mean that our chilong clan is over."

Speaking of the frustrations of decades ago, even with the open-mindedness of the Chilong patriarch, he couldn't help but tremble with bitterness in his voice: "But my late father told me long ago that within a hundred years of our Chilong clan, , will be reactivated. Do you know why?"

What makes Yunmo feel most comfortable about the Chilong patriarch is that he always speaks to them in an equal tone, calling himself "I".And other dragons, even if they are as upright and humble as the Great Elder.In words, he always calls himself "Bengong".With a somewhat condescending meaning.

Yun Mo was taken aback when he heard the Chilong Patriarch's question, and Xiao Bai smiled thoughtfully.And Qin Yu closed his eyes and suddenly opened them.Blunted: "For stability!"

He was even more excited when he saw the approving eyes of the Chilong patriarch: "On the one hand, the power vacuum left by the Chilong clan's hibernation will cause other clans to compete for division. The fewer participants, the more difficult it is for the Dragon King to balance their power. After their division of power gradually stabilizes, we will revive the Chilong clan, break their balance, and disrupt the chess game again." His eyes shone with an inexplicable brilliance: "So, the four clans, no, now it is the same as the Jiaolong clan. Five clans. These five clans will only continue to consume their own strength in the struggle for power, and the only one who benefits is the Zijin royal family to which the Dragon King belongs!"

"Papa papa!" Chilong patriarch gave applause without hesitation, and praised: "My nephew's eyesight is far better than mine! At that time, I led the Surfing Legion to win several battles in a row. I don’t understand my late father’s decision to ask our family to resign. My late father said something to me at that time, which is the same as what my nephew said.”

"He said, since ancient times, our Chilong family has been the knife in His Majesty's hand. Wherever His Majesty points, we will slash there. This is also the source of our clan's glory. Now His Majesty thinks that the blade is too sharp. If we want to put it back into the sheath, we will have reached the time of silence." He smiled and said: "Since it is a treasured sword that is used to it, there will always be a day when it will be unsheathed again!"

"I've been waiting for such a day for so many years! So I'm not in a hurry, because I know that this day will always come, and His Majesty will not let our chilong clan be silent for too long." He suddenly looked a little serious: " I think His Majesty already has the intention of reviving our Chilong clan. The matter of you seeking medical treatment for Yue'er is an opportunity in his eyes. It is very likely that His Majesty sent you to Risheng Island because of His Majesty's intention. for."

Intentionally and why...

Thinking of the private voice transmission between Ao Ye, the dragon king who was aliased as Long Ye, and the Chilong patriarch at that time, Yun Mo nodded. Perhaps the Chilong patriarch at that time had already received a hint that he would be resurrected, so today he heard It was only when Qin Yu conveyed the proposal of the Great Elder that he seemed so calm and calm.

It's just that I don't know what role the Great Elder, who has always appeared as an upright elder defending the Dragon King, played in this matter?It is even said that their horned dragon clan has long received certain promises from the Dragon King, and that's why they worked so hard to be pawns.

Standing downstairs in the small building of Saintess Yan, Qin Yu felt a little uneasy. On the one hand, he was worried because of Saintess Yan's obvious opposition to him; Go, visit again this time, but I am a little embarrassed.

Yun Mo dispelled his flinching with just one sentence.

"Xiaoyue is still lying on it!"

Still like meeting for the first time, Maiden Yan sat quietly in front of the small window, staring at the soft white light like moonlight pouring in from the outside, and the whole floor was filled with a quiet and sacred atmosphere.

The little girl who placed Xiaoyue was moved to the window eaves at some point, and the Holy Maiden Yan sat in front of the bed, put Xiaoyue's head on her lap, and slowly inserted her slender five fingers into her loose silver hair , combing gently downwards.She hummed a soothing song softly in an unknown language, and with the other hand tapped on the edge of the chair she was sitting on, beating time after time.

This scene is like the mothers of many ordinary families, combing the hair of their young daughters, singing nursery rhymes to the beat, softly coaxing the naughty children to sleep peacefully.

Two pieces of long silver hair were also scattered, reflecting the sparkling light under the light of the precious light, like two galaxies hanging down for nine days.

The three of them couldn't help avoiding breathing, for fear of interrupting such a warm scene, they quietly stood aside and watched quietly.Listening to the singing of the Holy Maiden.

It seems that because she sat alone for a long time and didn't sing for a long time, the singing voice of the Holy Maiden Yan was a little rusty, and the tune would occasionally stop and stop.

However, the love and pity contained in this song, with a mysterious power called "maternal love", silently infected several people.

Qin Yu recalled the days when the father and father were in danger and had no fixed place, but they laughed and scolded the carefree days when Zhou Xian traveled around the world in the same year;

Yun Mo suddenly thought of his beautiful master with a knife mouth and a bean curd heart, the woman in white with a hint of worry on her brows, and the one who had been dusted in memory for a long, long time.Even what he thought he had forgotten.The warm smile of the woman who came from another world and was called "Mom" was full of congestion and soreness in her chest.

From the side, he saw Xiaobai's beautiful eyes shining brightly, with crystal clear teardrops hanging from his slender eyelashes.crumbling.

Is she also missing relatives far away?Yun Mo suddenly felt sore and tingling in his chest.Stirring like a needle bayonet.The pain was unbearable.

Because in his mind, he suddenly thought of that big white fox with snow-white fur and six tails swinging in the wind.

That is Xiaobai's son.little six.

He suddenly felt so far away from Xiaobai. Although they were standing side by side, the distance between their shoulders seemed to be separated by hundreds of thousands of miles.

Although he had the idea of ​​keeping a distance from Xiaobai, he really found that the distance between the two of them was so uncomfortable, like being shot by thousands of arrows, cut by thousands of knives, and being rolled in a stormy sea. Scouring, drifting indefinitely.Yun Mo, who was already immersed in the sadness of memories, opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't make a sound, his vision was blurred, a hot tear dripped on the ground, and dried up.

Xiao Xiao, who had been following Yun Mo obediently all this time, happened to be squatting at his feet, and that tear of burning emotion fell in front of her.The little thing raised his head, staring at the two faint wet marks on Yunmo's cheeks with his bright black eyes, as if he felt his heartache and sadness, he grabbed his trousers and jumped into his arms, his warm and wet tongue Wiping away the teardrops on his cheeks, the big fluffy head gently rubbed against his face, and wrapped his earlobe with ease.

"Are you... all right?" Xiaobai, who was close at hand, couldn't help but feel the small movements. She tilted her head slightly, and immediately saw Yunmo's reddish eyes, and was very surprised that he had such a sad face , leaned over and asked softly.

With a sinking heart, Yun Mo clearly noticed that when Xiao Bai talked to him, he was no longer as ambiguous and intimate as before, but deliberately kept a distance.

Close at hand, but far away in the sky.

Did she also think of the same concerns, and only then did she start to pay attention to the relationship between the two?

Yun Mo felt that when the two of them thought of being together, he should feel relieved and lucky.

But why was he so lost and sad in his heart?

"I have kept you guys waiting for a long time."

After the song was finished, Holy Maiden Yan carefully moved Xiaoyue to the bed and put her in a good place. Then she turned around slowly and said softly to the three people who were standing quietly by the door: "You guys must have settled the matter?"

Although she had guessed everything, she still had a calm expression. She neither showed any displeasure at Qin Yu's rudeness at that time, nor was she happy that Xiaoyue was about to be treated.

"Senior, we are here to pick up Xiaoyue." Seeing Yun Mo and Xiaobai staring at him, Qin Yu resisted the embarrassment, stepped forward to salute and replied: "We have fulfilled our promise, and the Dragon King will also give me a hand." I won't shirk any more, as long as I return to the Crystal Palace, Xiaoyue will be able to wake up with the help of the dragon ball!"

Yan Shengnv frowned slightly, lowered her eyelids, caressed Xiaoyue's cheeks, her voice was cold and could not hear joy or sorrow: "Then I will trouble you!"

Qin Yu only pretended that she still had prejudices against him, so he pursed his lips tightly and did not speak. He bowed and saluted, then walked to the bedside and carefully hugged Xiaoyue.

"Senior, why do you feel a little disapproved of our trip?" Yun Mo watched coldly and felt that the attitude of the Holy Maiden Yan was indescribably strange. Seeing that Qin Yu was about to leave the door, he couldn't help asking.

"When Yue'er returns, the wheel of fate has started again. Her life has been full of ups and downs. What's the difference between waking up and not waking up?" The words of the Holy Maiden Yan are very pessimistic, not so much a prophecy, but a Rather a curse.

"What do you mean, senior, can you explain clearly?" Yun Mo was at a loss, hearing what she meant, their business might not be smooth sailing yet?He knew long ago that the saints of the Dragon Clan had some divination skills similar to fortune-telling, so he thought it was better for him to ask clearly.

"Young Master Yun, please take care of me a lot!" The Holy Maiden Yan didn't answer directly, leaving a word without beginning and end, then she just shook her head but didn't speak.

Yun Mo and Qin Yu, who had a gloomy expression, looked at each other, but they had no choice but to walk down the small building, leave the Yinghua Palace and head towards the Crystal Palace. (To be continued..)