This is also a Ming Dynasty dragon robe.
In fact, in the dragon robes of the early Ming Dynasty, emperors, princes, princes, and princes could all wear dragon robes with four groups and five claws.
There are four groups, namely, the front of the chest, the back of the chest, the left shoulder, and the right shoulder, each with a dragon.
But only the emperor can wear yellow, this is a rule.
Everyone else's dragon robes are red. For example, Zhong Kui's dragon robe also has four groups and five claws, but it's red.
And this is the real emperor's robe!
Even more powerful than Zhong Kui’s one!
It's just a bit flamboyant...it would be better if it was more low-key.
"Qing Bao! Look at Kui Bao! Haha!"
Chen Qing turned his head and suddenly turned to stone...
Zhong Kui dragged it all away and threw the Bai Hongjian he couldn't put down at his feet. He didn't even mention adding some underwear to it, and was just wearing it there with joy.
It’s so annoying!
only……
Chen Qing sighed again.
Zhong Kui's body was covered with injuries from the seven arrows he stabbed himself with in order to let Chen Qing use his magical powers.
(Picture of Kui Bao changing clothes)
With Zhong Kui's magical powers, half of his body might have been cooked and he would be able to recover quickly.
But these seven nail-headed arrows are so powerful that even Zhong Kui still has scars.
It was so touching in my heart!
He immediately expressed his affection: "Kui Bao, when I become the most powerful hero in the world, I will protect you!"
"Yeah!" Zhong Kui nodded fiercely while putting on his clothes.
But he stopped, shook his head and said: "No, the most powerful hero in the world is Ben Kui Bao, Qing Bao can only be ranked second at most."
"Okay, okay, then when I am the second best in the world, I will protect you."
"That's not right! You are second, why should you overshadow the first?"
I……
"There must be something that the best in the world cannot do!" Chen Qing was helpless, "Can you do laundry and cook?"
But why is it so awkward to say this?
She acted like she was his wife.
Chen Qing frowned and said, "Wait, wait, wait, let me give you another example...for example..."
"Why not?" Zhong Kui threw the dragon robe on the ground, laid out his naked clothes in a "big" shape, and shouted: "Get dressed!"
The dragon robe immediately stood up, walked over quickly, and put it on Zhong Kui himself.
Chen Qing: "..."
How could I forget this...
Chen Qing suddenly became curious: "Then...cooking, you cook and watch."
"What's so difficult about this?" Zhong Kui shouted: "Cook rice!"
The sand on the ground boiled and condensed into a casserole.
On the casserole, a burst of mist condensed in the air, which quickly turned into water vapor, and then fell into the casserole.
Chen Qing was stunned.
This is the third floor of the Demon Suppression Tower!
A deserted land!
Dig down ten meters and the sand is still dry!
Can you squeeze out the water?
Does Xinjiang know? Potato chips sit open for a week and guess what? Crispier!
And here, it is a hundred times bigger than Xinjiang!
Chen Qing was stunned when he saw that the sand under the casserole was on fire and he began to boil water.
Zhong Kui reached into the pot, grabbed a handful of noodles... and asked Chen Qing with squinting eyes: "Qing Bao, Kui Bao is hungry, what flavor do you want?"
Chen Qing: "..."
I won’t watch this year’s Spring Festival Gala without you.
I mean it.
Summoned the poisoned Master Qingtian and the six-eared macaque.
Both of them were startled.
At a time flow rate of 15,000 times, almost a day passed by Chen Qing, but it was only more than 6 seconds.
"Master, uh... have you been promoted to a higher rank?" The six-eared macaque hesitated.
Going to the hospital and spending 5,000 to join the queue to register is not so fast!
"right."
Bian Que came over with a smile.
The six-eared macaque suddenly became vigilant: "Master said that the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie!"
Chen Qing said casually: "It's okay, you are a monkey, you don't have to be afraid of women."
The six-eared macaque paused and nodded: "That makes sense!"
The poison of Gao Xing was so severe that it was incurable for Wu Zuo, but Bian Que was cured in a few strokes.
Master Qingtian was very curious about Bian Que, "Girl, who are you?"
"I don't know either. I only know that his surname is Chunyu."
Master Qingtian's eyes lit up: "Could it be that murderous miracle doctor..."
"I only remember someone calling me 'Bian Que among girls'." Bian Que looked coldly and smiled slightly at Chen Qing: "Master, this slave is going to the pool~"
Chen Qing nodded.
When she walked away, Chen Qing's eyes lit up: "Qingtian, do you know where she came from?"
"The surname is Chunyu, a goddess doctor with the name of Bian Que. The lower official only knows that there is such a famous female wonder in the Han Dynasty. Legend has it that she made a magical medicine. One pill revived a child who had drowned for two days. One pill put in In the well, the plague was eliminated. Finally, a pill killed the Queen Mother and disappeared mysteriously."
"Ouch!"
Chen Qing was overjoyed.
He likes those with strong abilities!
Life style has nothing to do with it.
As the two of them talked, Zhong Kui grabbed the soil and formed it into a bowl and chopsticks, then scooped out a bowl for Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang took it naturally and started eating while standing.
Zhong Kui scooped out a bowl each for Chen Qing, Qingtian and the six-eared macaque.
Chen Qing took a bite, without adding any salt, and the taste was as bland as water.
But they are not fastidious people, so they ate it casually.
Feng Qingyang said respectfully: "Master, the filthy monsters are raging and people's livelihood is withering. My disciple's injury has recovered. Please come out of the mountain to slay the monsters!"
"Go ahead."
"Farewell, disciple!" Feng Qingyang's nine swords were tied together unsightly and carried behind his back. At this moment, with a slight stroke of his finger, a sword flew out to his feet.
Feng Qingyang stepped on the sword, and her clothes fluttered away.
I used to have an eye-catching mental illness suit, but now I put on that white linen suit, and I look like a swordsman, and I look very good at it.
The six-eared macaque was also anxious: "Master, can I, I, I, I, go?"
"Go ahead and put this on." Chen Qing said, handing him the Jinlan cassock.
The six-eared macaque wears this, which is really neither fish nor fowl, but his attack is off the charts and his defense is weak, so this is the only insurance.
"Feng Qingyang, Feng Qingyang, wait for me!" the six-eared macaque shouted: "Borrow the wind!"
A gust of wind picked up the running man and floated him towards the entrance of the fourth floor.
Zhong Kui was currently wearing a majestic red dragon robe, which looked much more pleasing to the eye, but from time to time he would lift up the hem and scratch his hairy legs, which looked a little weird no matter how he looked at it.
"Kui Bao left too." Zhong Kui took two steps, "Oh, there is also a sword."
He turned around and picked up the Baihong Sword on the ground, scratched his head and tilted the black gauze hat on his head, and disappeared in front of Chen Qing in two steps.
Chen Qing and Mr. Qingtian looked at each other, wondering why this felt like the finale?
"Are you going too?"
"Xiaguan won't go. Xiaguan will practice by the pool."
"go Go."
Chen Qing came to Chen Man with a thought and filled his spider suit with soul power.
Only then did he arrive next to Jin Buhuan.
He is still obedient, guarding Yishan every step of the way.
Ingots that cannot be exchanged for gold can be fully stored in about a week.
Switching to the real world, it takes about fifteen or six hours.
During the time I went to Jijia Huohuo, it turned stone into gold again. Now Yishan's body has turned into gold a little more than half.
There were a lot of snacks, and he just stared at the spicy strips and milk. He had finished both of them, and he didn't move except for the tasting bite.
Chen Qing touched his head and took out a large package of spicy strips. Jin Buhuan's eyes suddenly lit up.
He jumped up with a shriveled bag, grabbed spicy sticks in one hand, and held a cup of milk that was almost as tall as him in the other hand, and drank it.
"It's all yours."
"Nothing can be exchanged for gold~"
I wanted to have a chat, but this little guy could only say "nothing can be exchanged for gold", which didn't mean much.
Affectionate narration for a quarter of an hour.
Finally exited the Demon Suppression Tower, returned to the Ji family's small world, returned to Guangfu County, found Ji Wei, and asked:
"Do you know 'Thousand Chances'?"
Ji Wei nodded: "I know."
"Shura has a 'Thousand Planes' in his hands."
Ji Wei's expression changed and his eyes kept flashing.
"Shura's Blood Trial is not about 'checking whether the Ji family has rebelled', but 'looking for evidence of the Ji family's rebellion.' The reason may lie in Qianji. This time, the Ji family can only survive by cutting off its arms."
Ji Wei was silent. He was a smart man and knew what Chen Qing was referring to.
Chen Qing had a headache.
Originally, we were going to find ways to kill the Ji family, but now we have to find ways to protect the Ji family.
Because this small world has been obtained, but now it cannot be separated from the Ji family.
Ji Wei's eyes were in a daze, as if he remembered something.
"It seems... there seems to be a back-up plan, but I found someone to clear my memory and I can't remember it."
Chen Qing stared!
This Lao Deng can do it!
If it weren't for the heart poison, I'm afraid he could take these words to his grave.
Ji Wei became anxious:
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
"There is definitely a back-up plan that can save the Ji family from danger!"
He walked back and forth anxiously, and suddenly thought of something:
"Ji Changqing! By the way, it's related to Ji Changqing's mustard beast!"
Chen Qing narrowed his eyes and called Ji Changqing over.
"Where's your mustard beast?"
Ji Changqing was stunned: "Clan leader, you said you wanted to maintain the small world, so you took him away."
Ji Wei frowned.
Because there was no such thing in his memory at all.
