Hong Jin was caught the first time she went out, and she never thought that one day she would offend a black dragon.
From then on, there was a little girl in red behind Mo Yuan. The little girl's face was full of displeasure, but she didn't dare to run. She had to listen to Mo Yuan's nagging along the way. She suddenly felt that something was amiss outside. It's all bad.
"I really want to go back..."
Hong Jin muttered, but gave up the idea after taking a look at Mo Yuan in front of her.
It will be eaten.
She had no choice but to turn her grief and anger into strength, and took a few gulps of wine into her mouth. When she was drunk, she couldn't remember anything.
"liquor?"
Mo Yuan blinked, and then snatched the wine from the little fish demon.
"Mine!"
Hong Jin's eyes widened and she said, "How could this be possible? Is it possible that you, a majestic real dragon, still lack this little wine and want to steal it from me?"
Mo Yuan smiled and said, "I just like to steal other people's things, don't you agree?"
"you……"
Hong Jin saw that Mo Yuan drank all the wine in the gourd in one gulp, and she felt her heart bleeding.
After drinking, Mo Yuan burped, and then threw the empty gourd to Hong Jin.
Hong Jin blinked her eyes and started crying in the blink of an eye.
"Cry louder, I can't hear you!" Mo Yuan said.
"Wow……"
Hongjin cried louder after hearing this.
Mo Yuan nodded with satisfaction and said, "Not bad, I'm very satisfied, keep it up."
He patted Hong Jin on the head and then walked forward, not caring how loudly Hong Jin was crying behind him.
Hong Jin kept crying and refused to leave. She sat on the ground and started rolling around.
"You pay for my wine, pay for my wine!"
"I don't. The louder you cry, the happier I am, hahaha."
Mo Yuan laughed. He thought this fish demon was really fun, much more fun than Su Junhan.
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Years passed by, and another three years passed in a flash.
In the past three years, there have been many turmoils in the world. Daxiang, who had been calm for some years, once again rebelled, and it was different from the past...
The rebels gathered all the refugees after the flood and rose up in the southern region at an extremely fast speed under the banner of restoration. King Xiang Zhao Zhen failed to get any benefits in the end after several encirclement and suppression campaigns.
After that group of rebels occupied Tongshun Mansion, they recruited troops all the way. At the same time, many people responded. In just three years, the number of troops increased from more than 20,000 to nearly 80,000 now.
Fifty percent of the southern territory was also captured by him.
But what is puzzling is that the leader of this group of rebels has never shown up, and there is not even any news.
"Really interesting..."
Zhao Zhen looked at the document and sneered, then asked: "Who do you think it could be?"
A figure suddenly flashed out of the hall. The old man lowered his head and said, "I wonder... does the king still remember the year when Anqing was burned down?"
"You mean..."
Zhao Zhenxu raised his eyes, and murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Emperor Jing Yan Xun did die in the fire, but some people escaped.
He snorted coldly and murmured: "It's true that wildfire can't burn it all..."
The old man lay down and considered for a moment, then spoke again: "Your Majesty, can I say a few more words, please?"
"explain."
"In the past three years, the king has repeatedly sent troops south to suppress the rebels. Each time, the troops sent were far superior to the rebels, but the result was repeated defeats. This matter...isn't it a little too strange?"
A cold light flashed in Zhao Zhen's eyes, but it passed away quietly.
He looked at the old man kneeling under the hall and asked, "Why do you think it is?"
"I don't dare to speak nonsense."
"You are not guilty."
"I'm afraid, I'm afraid it has something to do with Marquis Qingbo..."
A smile appeared on Zhao Zhen's lips, but she shook her head and said nothing.
"Don't mention this matter again."
"yes……"
Zhao Zhen waved her hand, and the people kneeling in the hall retreated.
Zhao Zhen was the only one left in the palace.
Zhao Zhen thought of many past events. There were not many things in this world that could be hidden from him, but he just didn't want to mention them.
"It's time to go to the Southern Territory and have a look..."
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Eight years of prosperity, late spring.
During the days when Huaixu was about to arrive, many people came to Liuyun Temple.
Mo Yuan returned to the mountain after not returning for a long time. He went out and brought back a little fish demon.
Mo Yuan walked in the front door, and another person came behind him.
Ying Yuan, the second prince of the Dragon Palace, came to visit and brought many things. They were all rare items, but the most important thing was wine. It must have been the old Dragon King who told his husband that he was good at wine.
Mo Yuan was an acquaintance, and after hearing what the second prince said about it, he said: "You and I both have the same name as Yuan, so we are destined to be together, but according to seniority, I should be considered your elder. Since we are elders, then what? I have to give you something good too.”
Mo Yuan waved his hand and threw three hundred years of merit to Ying Yuan.
Ying Yuan was stunned for a long time after taking over, and once he took action, it would be three hundred years of merit! ?
Even his father might not be so generous.
It is estimated that no one knows how much merit Mo Yuan brought back from the Yun Mansion, but he has given away many merits over the years, which amounts to as much as a thousand years.
"I heard from Mr. Chen before that Mo Long had to go through five heavenly tribulations before he transformed into a dragon. Can Ying Yuan ask Mo Long about overcoming the tribulations?"
"Then there's something to be said."
Mo Yuan gets excited when he talks about this, after all, this is the thing he deserves to brag about most.
This talk was endless, and he talked from morning till night.
Ying Yuan's face turned bitter after hearing this, and Chenghuang, who was standing on the vertical ridge of Liuyun Temple, was also disturbed by the nagging and could not practice peacefully.
Yu Hongjin, who had been brought back all the way, blocked her ears and didn't want to hear a word.
This Mo Yuan...
What a disaster!
At night, Ying Yuan ran away in despair, and did not dare to ask for advice anymore. He originally planned to stay in the view and wait for Mr. Chen. After seeing Mo Yuan's ability, he went to Qiuyue Square. We found a mortal inn to rest our feet.
In short, if Mr. Chen does not come back, he will not go up the mountain again.
Two more days passed, and it looked like summer was about to come, and the weather was getting sultry.
A different guest came to Liuyunguan.
He's a ghost cultivator!
When the ghost cultivator came to the entrance of Liuyun Temple, there was a sudden vibration in the temple.
The woman in the long skirt took a few steps back, and then saw a burst of golden light flashing from the vertical ridge of Liuyun Temple, falling to the gate.
Chenghuang looked at the female ghost in front of him and said, "Girl, stop, this is not the place for you to come."
He had long said that he would drive away evil spirits and avoid disasters for Liuyun Temple. This was the first time in so many years that he encountered a dead soul who dared to come here.
The girl in front of the gate was stunned for a moment, then bowed and said, "My little girl didn't mean to offend, and I hope you can forgive me."
"In the early years, my daughter met a gentleman. I didn't expect that the gentleman left in a hurry. Now I heard that he was here, so I wanted to come and visit. If I am offended, I will leave now."
After hearing this, Chenghuang paused and asked, "Do you recognize Mr. Chen?"
The girl raised her head and said, "My little girl, String, I have met Mr. Chen several times."
