Chen Changsheng is not stupid. This matter is obviously a trap for him to jump into.
If anyone could take off the sword, there was no need to ask him to do it. If he did, he might get into trouble.
Chen Changsheng looked at the black dragon in front of him and said: "It doesn't matter whether it's a dragon or a dragon, but Chen is used to walking alone, so you'd better find someone else to take the sword. Whoever takes it won't take it."
This time, he didn't stop at all and closed the door after entering the Taoist temple.
Mo Yuan looked at the closed door and opened his mouth, seemingly hesitant.
After a long time.
The black dragon sighed deeply and disappeared in front of the Taoist temple.
After the black dragon left, it started to rain lightly again.
The dragon's journey through water is always accompanied by heavy rain, and when it passes, it will be accompanied by rising water and heavy rain. It seems that it is because the black dragon is entrenched here that it has been rainy these days.
"It is raining again……"
Tong Zhihuan muttered something and couldn't help but sigh.
It's raining really non-stop.
After the husband came back, he went back to the front yard. The husband didn't say anything, and he didn't dare to ask.
Thinking of the huge thing he saw at the door just now, Tong Zhihuan couldn't help but shudder.
People always have fear in their hearts when facing some unknown things, but when the weather calms down, they will be curious about these things that are beyond cognition.
"gentlemen……"
Tong Zhihuan called out.
Chen Changsheng looked at him and asked, "Curious?"
"Um."
Tong Zhihuan nodded and admitted, "Can I go to the door again and have a look?"
Chen Changsheng said: "I'm gone now. If you want to see it, go and see it."
Tong Zhihuan didn't feel any pity when he heard this. If he was still there, he might not have the courage to go out and see it again.
He said: "Sir, I'm going."
Chen Changsheng smiled helplessly: "Why are you nagging like this?"
Tong Zhihuan laughed twice and walked outside the Taoist temple.
The gentleman is right, the dragon has indeed left.
A little bit of rain fell on his shoes, making them a little wet.
Under the continuous rain, some mist also appeared on the mountains in the distance. It should not be fog, but water vapor.
Tong Zhihuan lowered his head, but was suddenly stunned.
"This is……"
He saw a pool of golden water flowing on the ground. This thing should have been left by the black dragon.
Tong Zhihuan recalled that it came from the mouth of the black dragon, and judging from his appearance, he must have been seriously injured at the time.
So to put it this way...
"This can't be dragon blood!"
Tong Zhihuan's eyes widened, and he leaned down to touch it.
At this time, a voice came from behind.
"Idiot, stop!"
Tong Zhihuan stopped his hand and looked back.
Miss Taoer held her hands and looked at him and said, "That's dragon blood. If you dare to touch it directly, you don't want this hand anymore, right?"
When Tong Zhihuan heard this, his arms trembled and he quickly retracted. His lips trembled slightly and he said, "Is it really dragon blood?"
Miss Taoer rolled her eyes at him and said, "Fortunately, sir, you asked me to come out and take a look, otherwise you would be really doomed."
Tong Zhihuan was horrified and said to himself that it was okay.
Miss Tao'er said: "The dragon's blood is a yang thing, and its heat can burn thousands of things. It is recorded in the book that Mr. gave you that a warrior used the blood of a dragon to temper his body, and it was burned into coke in an instant. Ji Mie, you didn’t read the book well!”
Tong Zhihuan retorted: "I thought it was fabricated, and it's been a long time... I can't remember these peripheral things."
"It's time to hit!"
Miss Tao'er stretched out her hand and patted Tong Zhihuan on the back of the head.
Tong Zhihuan was not upset, he felt that he really deserved a beating.
The book given first covered the world's medical skills, but he only remembered 70% of it. This is also the thing he has regretted the most.
Tong Zhihuan opened his mouth and said, "But Miss Tao'er, didn't the book say that dragon blood can be used as medicine?"
Miss Taoer yelled when she heard this and said, "So you still know! You know it can be used as medicine, but you don't know you can't touch it!"
Tong Zhihuan received another beating.
He touched his head and said, "Miss Taoer, please stop fighting. I know I was wrong."
Miss Taoer gave him an angry look.
She stretched out her hand and attracted a few peach leaves.
"Wow."
Peach leaves were flying in front of Tong Zhihuan's eyes.
Then I saw Miss Tao'er tap her fingertips, and the peach leaf turned into a small box, and she stretched out her hand a little more.
The dragon's blood floated on the ground and slowly fell into the box made of peach leaves. Then the box was closed and slowly fell into the hands of Miss Tao'er.
Tong Zhihuan's eyes were fixed on the box, never leaving it.
When Miss Taoer saw him like that, she stretched out her hand and hit him again.
"Ouch."
Tong Zhihuan came back to his senses and touched his head.
"Take it."
Miss Taoer handed the box to him and said: "There is a small opening on the box. It will open when you touch it. When you want to use it, just pour out a little. Don't touch it with your hands to seek death."
Tong Zhihuan took the box, then smiled on his face and said, "Thank you, Miss Tao'er."
"fool."
"hey-hey……"
Tong Zhihuan scratched his head. In his opinion, getting the dragon's blood was the happiest thing for him. As for how Miss Tao'er beat him, he felt it didn't matter, and he really deserved it.
Tao'er rolled her eyes at him and then returned to the view.
Tong Zhihuan followed closely with the box.
His thoughts are all on this box now. Doctors are very curious about medicinal materials. Furthermore, this dragon's blood is a rare treasure, and he has to study it carefully.
Tong Zhihuan asked: "By the way, Miss Tao'er, that dragon is wrong, Jiao, what are you looking for sir?"
"It seems that I am asking for help from my husband." Miss Tao'er was also a little unsure and said, "It seems like this."
Tong Zhihuan nodded and said, "Mr. is still very powerful. Even Jiaolong has to come to beg him. Has he agreed?"
"should not."
Miss Taoer shook her head and said, "I don't know either. You can ask Mr."
Tong Zhihuan said, "Just ask sir."
But he probably guessed that the gentleman probably didn't agree, otherwise he wouldn't have even let the dragon in.
…
Chen Changsheng was sitting in the hall.
He raised his hand and started counting.
This calculation actually lasted half an hour.
"The sword under the West Bridge has such an extraordinary origin..."
Chen Changsheng frowned and then started to calculate.
Not that he didn't know, but it really shocked him.
That sword has existed in this world for nearly 1,200 years.
In the beginning, it was just the sword of a martial artist. After the warrior died, it fell into the mortal world. After several times, it passed into the hands of a man who sought immortality. In his later years, this man visited the immortal and finally got the fate of immortality, and in his hands After many years of cultivation, the sword finally became a fairy sword.
Chen Changsheng paused his hand and murmured: "Zhao Yuqing..."
