I have the best bloodline.

It’s not that Hong Ling doesn’t have Taoist friends, but her family’s banquets are too frequent. There are several banquets a year, and they are all family banquets. The protagonist of the banquet is not Hong Ling herself, so most of her Taoist friends. It is to choose the 'gift arrives but the person does not arrive' method to respond to the invitation.

Banquets are held so frequently that a year is just a blink of an eye for the Earth Immortal. Some monks live far away and it takes more than a month to get there.

Unless the relationship is so good that we wear the same pair of trousers, no Taoist friends would be willing to go through such trouble.

My aunt doesn't live too far away, so every time Hong Ling holds a banquet, she always comes there, so that the Hong Ling family's banquet is decent in terms of appearance, and it's not like she can't even invite a Taoist friend of the same level. .

To the Huang family, the two aunts and nephews were more than just guests, they were simply the benefactors of the Huang family.

The rich are all the same, and the poor are all weird. For the declining Huang family, the more earthly immortal Taoist friends Hong Ling's ancestor has, the more stable the Huang family will be in Heishui City.

It also prevents other monks from pointing fingers behind my back.

"Well, it's a little bit cool."

Under the leadership of Huang Yin, Su Yan also walked from the teahouse to the street. The people he met along the way were all direct members of the various branches of the Huang family. After Huang Yin introduced him, the Huang family members all became excited after seeing Su Yan. He politely cupped his fists and bowed, calling out to Senior Su.

Su Yan had never seen such a scene before. He was at the bottom of the family in terms of cultivation. Even if his old mother used a net to fish out the demon cultivators at the door, their cultivation level would be at the Golden Core stage, ranging from the Golden Core stage to the God Transformation stage. And enough.

It's even more outrageous at home, always turning into gods or high-ranking royal family seniors, so much so that His Majesty the Wusheng Emperor can be seen running around all over the floor.

Su Yan keeps asking people to call him little fox, or cute names like fox treasure.

Now that people were calling seniors one after another, Su Yan felt like he was a little lost.

The fox's tail almost reached the sky, and his vanity expanded faster than his weight.

"Senior Su, can I take the liberty to ask what level your cultivation level is now?"

Huang Yin looked at Su Yan with curiosity, and was very interested in Su Yan's cultivation level who seemed to be the same age.

"A few months to sixteen years old, not long after the golden elixir was obtained." Su Yan came back to his senses from being lost, and said with a slightly embarrassed expression on his cheeks.

Su Yan has seen too much of the world. In his subconscious mind, Golden Core monks are really very humble. They have just stepped out of the literacy class. They are like six or seven-year-old children who can barely leave home alone. It’s like playing in the sand a few hundred meters in front of your home.

If I walked another 200 meters, the owner's vicious dog might chase her home and crawl under her mother's skirt to hide.

Therefore, Su Yan never felt that there was anything good to introduce about his golden elixir level cultivation.

You haven't been struck by lightning in the Nascent Soul stage, so you have the nerve to show off your cultivation?

"A strong man in the golden elixir stage"

Huang Yin said something with envy. As a direct descendant of the Huang family in Blackwater City, she is currently seventeen years old. Due to her limited talent, she is only in the body refining stage. The highest achievement she can achieve in this life is only the golden elixir stage.

Because of her low cultivation level, she couldn't tell the depth of Su Yan's cultivation level at all. If it weren't for the elders talking, Huang Yin wouldn't even be able to tell that Su Yan was actually a demon clan.

"I'm so envious."

Chapter 222 Sleeping Dragon Road

At night, in the night market of Blackwater City.

"Quaa? Guagua——"

The horned flower toad was sitting on the white porcelain, with a golden luster on its body. It looked at the two customers who had just approached the spiritual pet shop in front of it with a cute expression on its face. It blinked its big eyes and tilted its head. Croaking.

"Senior Su, the little guy in front of you is our most famous spiritual pet in Blackwater City: the Horned Flower Toad, and the golden Horned Flower Toad is also known as the Golden Toad for attracting wealth."

Huang Yin, who was taking Su Yan to visit the night market, introduced to Su Yan the special spiritual pet of Blackwater City with a smile on his face.

Although the Heishui River looks as dark as ink, the water quality of the Heishui River is very good and rich in various nutrients. You can even drink it directly without any problems.

It is also because of the high quality of the water that some monsters with high requirements for the water will choose to come to the Imperial City Mountains to breed their offspring during the breeding season.

The horned flower toad, peach blossom jellyfish, hexagonal giant salamander and branch-leaf sea dragon can all be found in the Imperial Capital Mountain.

"It's really cute."

Su Yan looked at the horned flower toad in front of him with his mouth wide open, revealing his two white teeth. He wanted to jump up and bite his fingers, but because he was too fat, he couldn't jump up no matter how hard he tried. After pondering for a long time, he seemed a little confused. He spoke with a strange expression and praised.

Compared to the cute attributes of the horned flower toad, Su Yan was more curious about how such a toad, which could jump less than two inches, survived in the wild and continued its bloodline to this day.

"The shopkeeper's!"

When Huang Yin saw that Su Yan was interested in the horned flower toad, he quickly called the shopkeeper of the spiritual pet shop and prepared to buy the golden horned flower toad in front of him and give it to senior Su.

However, Huang Yin called three times in a row, but neither the shop owner nor the waiter came out.

The horned flower toad in the ceramic plate blinked.

"It's strange, there is no one in the shop." Huang Yin opened the door curtain and looked at the backyard, but still found no sign of the shop owner or waiter.

"Quaa?"

Su Yan didn't care much about this. He squatted in front of the ceramic plate with great interest and teased the horned flower toad, causing the horned flower toad in the plate to let out a series of angry screams.

After staying in the Spiritual Pet Shop for a while, the shopkeeper didn't come back for a long time. Huang Yin thought about it, and finally left the Spiritual Pet Shop with Senior Su, and asked Senior Su to move to an inn not far away to eat something. Stuff first.

Senior Su had come back from Xia Yuzhou after a long journey. He probably hadn't had dinner yet, but he couldn't delay his arranged itinerary because of some trivial matters.

After eating and drinking tea, it's not too late to choose a gift for Senior Su.

"Quack"

The Horned Flower Toad looked at the two figures, blinked and called out in a cute voice.

But because of the language barrier, neither Su Yan nor Huang Yin knew what the Horned Flower Toad said.

The horned flower toad wanted to jump out of the ceramic plate, but because of its overly rounded shape, it still couldn't leave the ceramic plate used to display the body color of the horned flower toad after jumping for a long time.

"Quack"

The Horned Flower Toad called out again.

………………

“I didn’t expect there to be storytellers here.”

Sitting in the inn recommended by Huang Yin, Su Yan looked at the middle-aged man sitting in the middle of the lobby who was talking endlessly about strange powers and chaotic gods, and said with a smile.

Seeing the storyteller after a long time, Su Yan couldn't help but think of the time when he lived in the southern state.

When Su Yan was still sucking the milk bottle, her old mother would often take Su Yan to the Goulan to hear the book tell ghost stories.

Storytellers are very common in southern states. Some recount their own glorious deeds, while others tell stories based on rumors and stories. They are all people who rely on their eloquence to earn a living.

Although they were common in the southern states, there were no storytellers in the Xia Yu Dynasty. Therefore, after seeing a storyteller for a long time, Su Yan had a nostalgic expression on his face.

"Storytellers? They shouldn't be counted as storytellers."

Huang Yin placed the tableware for Su Yan, glanced at the middle-aged man who was telling a story, shook his head and said, "They are monks from a sect near Imperial Capital Mountain, a small sect with the worship of dragons as its core."

After Huang Yin saw the storyteller's clothes, he recognized the true identity of the monk in front of him.

"Their sect calls itself Sleeping Dragon Dao. It has been pursuing the traces of the True Dragon Clan, and firmly believes that as long as it finds the True Dragon Clan, it can improve its talents and truly embark on the path to immortality."

Huang Yin sighed as he spoke and said, "They are all poor people trapped in life."

Mianlong Dao is not a true sect of cultivating immortals. Instead, it is a group of poor people who have no hope in life and place their hopes on illusory things.

In their cognition, the real dragon is omnipotent. As long as they sincerely believe in the real dragon, they can change the unsatisfactory life or the obstacles in their destiny.

The "storyteller" in the lobby is telling the dragon story imagined by Mianlong Dao.

"Believe in the true dragon."

Three black lines hung down from Su Yan's forehead, and he complained secretly in his heart: "It's a good thing you haven't seen the dragons without the filter, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to withstand such a strong stimulation."

If they were allowed to see Little Dragon Girl or Grand Master Sumire, they probably wouldn't be able to worship them even if they wanted to. The former would be like the reincarnation of a pig demon, eating, sleeping, and eating.

The latter, Grand Master Jin, has an extremely bad temper. He will find something for you even if he has nothing to do. Su Yan currently still owes Grand Master Jin 10,000-word "County Magistrate's Work Diary".

Can you give a work report orally? I don’t want to listen. I ask you to compile your outing experiences in written form and submit them to the Guidance Office of the Academy. Everything must be clearly written in detail, otherwise I won’t accept it!

Taishi Sumire's character is simply disrespectful, and he takes pleasure in torturing the students of Yongle Academy.

"That's right! If you believe in the true dragon, you can live forever, and even embark on the road to becoming an immortal. We are all monks who are favored by Lord Mianlong!"

The storyteller downstairs seemed to have heard Su Yan and Huang Yin discussing Mianlong Dao. He immediately grinned and showed his big white teeth, praised Su Yan and Huang Yin, and enthusiastically recommended Mianlong Dao to them. road.

In the inn, some drinking customers looked at the storyteller and laughed, and some diners shouted:

"Butcher Kong, why are you drunk when you haven't drunk anything?"

"Hey, don't believe it!"

When the storyteller saw the people around him, they didn't believe it. He suddenly became unhappy. He stood up from the chair on the dining table, performed a somersault, and after falling to the ground, he picked up a pair of bamboo chopsticks and used his own hands. He clenched his palms tightly and shouted loudly:

“Hey—up, up, up!”

The storyteller's palms emitted spiritual energy fluctuations, and the yellowed and old bamboo chopsticks held in his hands gradually turned green as if they were stimulated by something, and branches grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, blinking away those old bamboo chopsticks. The yellow and black bamboo chopsticks turned into a handful of green bamboo joints with branches growing out in the storyteller's hands.

"Look, look at it, I've always told you that Master Mianlong is real, but you just don't believe what I say. Now you have seen it!"

"Master Mianlong is a man among gods. A little leakage from the cracks between his fingers is enough to transform us mortals into immortals!"

The storyteller holds up the blooming bamboo in his hand and tells the diners about the power of the Dragon God with pride on his face.

Chapter 223 "Dragon Slayer"

".Is the element of wood related to nature?"

The storyteller proudly showed off the bamboo joints he had created using his spiritual power, and attributed all of this to the Master Mianlong in his mouth.

But Su Yan could tell at a glance that the storyteller in front of him already had the strength of the Qi refining stage. He used his own blood to convert a small amount of spiritual power, and then transferred it into the bamboo chopsticks to generate such a magical performance.

The storyteller should have just been promoted and has not truly awakened to the wood element. Otherwise, the bamboo chopsticks should have turned into a rootless bamboo instead of symbolically growing a few branches and green leaves.

In the lobby, the storyteller was full of pride. He held the green bamboo joints he had created and directly slapped them in the faces of the diners who laughed at him for believing in the sleeping dragon.

"I'm really envious!"

Huang Yin looked at the storyteller with envy, and then looked at Su Yan who was sitting opposite him.

The people of the Huang family have no talent for cultivation. Even if the ancestor Hong Ling is in charge of the family and uses all methods, the limit of the Huang family is the golden elixir, which is based on the fact that the life span of the foundation-building period has increased by 300 years.

In terms of the life span of normal people, it is a question whether the people of the Huang family can reach the foundation-building period.

Therefore, Huang Yin is particularly envious of those cultivators with talent for cultivation. The storyteller is just a rough man, but he can be promoted to the Qi Refining Period through intentional or unintentional breathing.

"So you two want to believe in Lord Mianlong?"

After the storyteller finished talking to the diners, he looked at Su Yan and Huang Yin with great interest and recommended:

"We Mianlong Dao believe in real dragons. The only doctrine is to worship real dragons. We don't seek wealth or sex. We just need to describe the greatness of real dragons to the people around us!"

"Sorry, I just came here to have fun."

Su Yan smiled and waved his hand, refusing the recommendation. Forget about believing in dragons!

He didn't even have time to hide, and took the initiative to join a group of people who wanted to find real dragons as their lifelong wish.

Huang Yin waved his hand to the storyteller with a little hesitation.

"Really? That's a pity." Seeing this, the storyteller didn't continue to pester him. He shook his head and went back to his seat to tell stories for everyone for free.

………………

After the storyteller interrupted, the dishes ordered by Huang Yin were delivered to the table one after another.

Although Blackwater City is near the sea, the dishes are mainly wild game, not seafood.

Seafood in the cultivation world is a luxury. Except for the mermaids and some sea tribes, most seafood requires cultivators to risk their lives to go to the sea to fish, so the price of seafood is very high, and ordinary restaurants or inns will naturally not stock it.

"Puh"

Su Yan picked up a piece of fried meat with chopsticks and put it in his mouth to chew lightly. As he chewed, a fishy smell similar to that of inferior mutton made Su Yan couldn't help but open his mouth and spit out the meat in his mouth, with a disgusting expression on his face:

"The taste of fried black goat meat is not right. Is it because the kitchen is not properly stored and it has gone bad."

"Black goat? No, Senior Su."

Huang Yin saw Su Yan's face as if he was struck by lightning and his face was full of disgust. He couldn't help but chuckled and said, "The black goat has been sold out a long time ago. This is fried wild boar meat. The fishy smell may be because the boar is old."

The texture of wild boar meat is very peculiar, with crisp skin and sweet and tender meat inside. However, the above adjectives are all for young boars that have just reached adulthood.

Once the wild boar is in heat, the meat will emit a strange fishy smell, which is no longer suitable for light cooking methods. It can only be covered with chili and ginger.

Su Yan's five senses are too sharp, and he can taste the smell of mutton that the chef has tried his best to cover up in one bite.