Looking at Li Xiuyuan, he chuckled and said, "Brother, the master said that after Xiao Hei drinks the divine spring, he will no longer have to practice in the Hualong Pond."
Li Xiuyuan was stunned, remembering how he had turned into a crow and stood on the old tree, and he suddenly realized.
The treasure in the Shenlong Pond is also a divine spring, and after Xiao Hei drinks the divine spring, he will naturally no longer enter there and slowly practice hard.
Having said this, Xiao Hei took his hand and said, "Why don't you drink the sacred spring, and you won't go to Shenlong Valley to suffer the anger of the great elder."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, poured the spirit tea into the cup, picked up the cup and blew gently.
He came to Shenlong Continent not only to complete the Nine Transformations of Shenlong, but also to see his master Long Qingfeng, Xiao Bai and the guy in front of him.
Let alone the grievances between the ancient Canglong, Xiao Hei and the Great Elder, and the cause and effect between himself and the Great Elder's nephew Long Taiping.
He has to go to Shenlong Valley once, this is his practice.
He has not yet walked the thousand-mile journey to Shenlong Continent. He believes that if the old Taoist priests were here, they would also support him in making such a choice.
After thinking for a while, he looked at Xiao Hei and said, "Aren't you very capable? When the time comes, you will turn into a crow and follow me for a walk in the Dragon Valley."
Xiao Hei, who was full of meat, held a cup of spiritual tea and said with shining eyes: "I wonder if the Great Elder will recognize me?"
Li Xiuyuan thought for a moment, looked at him and said, "Probably not. I didn't recognize you when I first entered the inn."
Not to mention that his delusional eyes were imprisoned by the old Taoist priest, but based on his intuition of danger, Li Xiuyuan believed that few people could surpass him.
The moment he saw Xiao Hei, he didn't expect that this idiot was actually Xiao Hei standing there in disguise.
No wonder, the moment he walked into the inn, the crow on the old tree croaked at him several times.
Xiao Hei thought for a while, looked at him and asked doubtfully: "Is it possible, brother, that you recognized me when you walked in?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and said, "Do you think I am a god? If I recognize you, I will set you on fire first, and you won't come down even if you see me."
Xiao Hei was startled and couldn't help but leaned back and said, "Brother, don't scare me, Xiao Hei can also breathe fire."
This sentence was both a joke and a fact. Xiao Hei thought to himself that he was no longer a simple crow. In addition to the dragon's fire, he had something more powerful.
Li Xiuyuan was amused, looked at him and said mockingly: "Oh, you can still bear it, come on, come on, if you have the ability, don't mess with the dragon's fire."
Xiao Hei shook his head, and the old god said: "Brother, don't worry, you will know it eventually."
Li Xiuyuan was startled, and after thinking for a moment, he asked: "Could it be..."
At this point, even he was shocked. This was not as simple as Xiao Hei transforming into a crow.
Instead, like Xiao Longer and Long Potian, they directly skipped Shenlong and evolved into Zulong.
If Xiao Hei said it as he said, wouldn't this guy be going against the will one day?
Seeing the weird smile on Li Xiuyuan's face, Xiao Hei shook his head and said, "Master said it's still early for me to practice until then, so I'm not in a hurry."
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while, looked at him and asked seriously: "Next, should we go back to Shenlong Valley directly, or..."
According to Li Xiuyuan's temperament, he really wanted to go to the desert not far outside Luoshui Town.
Look at the place where Shenquan was born, and what a desolate place it became after it was dug up by the Mr. Shenlong Valley.
Perhaps, he and Xiao Hei can still find some opportunities of their own.
Xiao Hei's dark eyes rolled around, looked at him and asked: "How about we go to the desert for a walk. My brother didn't come, and Xiao Hei is too timid to go there alone."
Li Xiuyuan laughed lightly and did not answer.
That night, the two of them chatted until midnight, before Xiao Hei rubbed his eyes and climbed into bed.
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The moist and warm spring breeze finally blows all the way down from the South China Sea to the east of the Shenlong Continent. The Shenlong Valley is in the northeast of the entire continent. Spring comes at the right time.
Sufficient rain and warm air make the entire Wangchuan Mountains full of life.
The Shenlong Valley, located deep in the Forgotten River, has also woken up from hibernation. The mountains are full of wild flowers in full bloom, and the birds in the mountains are flying around excitedly.
The main hall, hidden under the ancient trees in the sky, stretches all the way up the valley, showing that Shenlong Valley is a mysterious and solemn place.
In a remote corner deep in the valley, there is a small building. Compared with other majestic halls in the valley, this place seems a bit simple and rarely visited.
This hall is made of countless blue stones. On the side facing the cliff, there are two large skylights and a stone door.
The spring light in the sky shines through the two skylights, spreading the vitality of spring into the hall.
In the main hall, there is a large table made of iron and wood, about three feet long and five feet wide.
There were several large ironwood chairs in front of the table. Long Qingfeng, whose white hair had turned into black hair with some white hair, sat in front of the table.
The small stove on the table was humming, and a pot of spiritual tea was emitting a faint mist.
After Xiaohei left Shenlong Valley, he did not leave the main hall door.
Xiaobai and the servants in Shenlong Valley brought him daily food. He didn't know that it was already March in Shenlong Valley when the grass was growing and the orioles were flying.
He didn't know the changes in the seasons, and he didn't care about the changes in the attitudes of the elders and disciples in Shenlong Valley towards him.
At night, someone came outside the main hall where Long Qingfeng was.
With the breath of spring mist, the person who came was Wang Shimu, the housekeeper of the great elder Long Yu, an old man who rushed in front to bite people on behalf of the great elder.
Wang Shimu, covered with a thin layer of spring mist, came to Long Qingfeng and bowed his hands in greeting.
Said: "The elder is waiting for your reply. Shenlong Valley cannot live without the Shenlong Sword."
Wang Shimu, who is the great elder's steward, is also a monk in the Mahayana realm.
The Divine Dragon Sword he was talking about was naturally the Divine Sword that Long Taiping took away from the Divine Dragon Valley to find trouble with the ancient Canglong.
There are not many divine swords in the entire Shenlong Valley, and the best ones were taken away by the Valley Master when he ascended.
The Shenlong Sword currently in charge of the Great Elder is a symbol of the power of Shenlong Valley, because there has been no Valley Master since the Valley Master ascended.
The elders refused to obey anyone. Even Long Qingfeng, a master with extraordinary status and cultivation who came back from the lower realm, was not willing to take the position of Valley Master, and he was not even an elder.
I just hide in the deepest part of Shenlong Valley and be an idler, teaching my two precious apprentices with peace of mind.
Even so, no one in Shenlong Valley dared to offend the old man's majesty, because even the great elder had never seen Long Qingfeng take action.
Only then did Long Qingfeng immediately arrange for Xiao Hei to go out to avoid the limelight after he made a mistake.
Later, the ancient Canglong had a disagreement with the great elder. After leaving the Shenlong Valley, the monks in the Shenlong Valley either chose to remain neutral or defected to the great elder.
However, even the Great Elder has unspeakable suffering.
Even if he wanted to ascend the throne of the Valley Lord, he could not take out the dragon sword that was the symbol of the Valley Lord.
That's why he sent the butler over again and again to ask Long Qingfeng to forge another divine dragon sword.
And Long Qingfeng stopped forging swords after meeting Li Xiuyuan outside Ding'an City in the wild.
Therefore, he would not pay any attention to the unreasonable request of the great elder. He would find the sword that his nephew had lost by himself.
Hearing these words, Long Qingfeng had no reaction. He still sat quietly at the table holding an ancient book and a cup of spiritual tea in his left hand, as if he had not heard Wang Shimu's words.
Seeing that the old man had no reaction, Wang Shimu was not surprised. He chuckled and said, "The great elder plans with several elders to take over the position of Valley Master next spring."
Long Qingfeng's fingers holding the tea cup froze slightly, and his eyes gradually became indifferent as he read between the lines.
"The Great Elder originally wanted to ask you to take over, but you didn't want to pay attention to the things in the Dragon Valley. He had no choice but to do it. Please understand the Great Elder's good intentions."
In Wang Shimu's view, since even several elders in the valley have expressed their tacit approval of this matter, you are just an idle old man, how dare you disobey the wishes of the soon-to-be successor as the valley master?
Long Qingfeng didn't make a sound, not even a sigh.
He didn't even raise his head to look at Wang Shimu, who was not far from the table. There was no anger on his face, just a spark of fire gathering in his calm eyes.
Silence does not mean that he has agreed to the other party's request.
In the Divine Dragon Valley, no one had ever dared to speak to him in this tone, even the great elder who wanted to ascend the throne of the Valley Master.
Look at the ancient book in your hand quietly, when the spark is about to burn.
He said calmly: "Tell the Great Elder. When Old Man Long returns to Shenlong Valley, come see me again."
Old Man Long is naturally Long Qingfeng’s name for the ancient Canglong.
Wang Shimu was stunned. He didn't expect Long Qingfeng to mention the ancient blue dragon at this time.
You know, the ancient blue dragon is a taboo in the mouth of the great elder. No one dares to mention this person in front of him.
But at this time, Long Qingfeng actually moved this old guy out. Wasn't this deliberately causing trouble?
Thinking of this, Wang Shimu couldn't help but step forward and said: "The bottle of divine spring that was lost in the valley last time... When will Xiao Hei come back?"
At this time, Wang Shimu did not choose to answer the old man's question, but pointed the finger at Xiao Hei who went out to avoid the limelight.
Long Qingfeng's fingers trembled slightly and he quietly placed the ancient book in his hand on the table.
He sighed leisurely and replied: "Xiao Hei is my disciple, Long Qingfeng, not from Shenlong Valley! Do you have evidence that he stole the bottle of divine spring?"
Whether it is the naughty Xiao Hei or the obedient and docile Xiao Bai, they are all Long Qingfeng's darlings. How can he allow a housekeeper to dictate to him?
When Wang Shimu heard this, he couldn't help but an evil fire rushed into his heart.
He took a step forward again, looked at Long Qingfeng and said seriously: "If we had evidence, we would not have let him leave the Dragon Valley."
His meaning is obvious, he is your disciple Long Qingfeng. As long as I catch him, I will have countless ways to kill him.
This is the Divine Dragon Valley. The owner of the valley and several Supreme Elders have ascended and left.
The greatest power here is the Great Elder, and as a member of the Great Elder, he needs the respect of the old man in front of him and his two disciples.
This is the supreme authority he has in Shenlong Valley as the Great Elder Steward.
Long Qingfeng drank the spirit energy in one mouthful after another. It didn't look like he was drinking tea, but more like drinking alcohol.
Just like a warrior who is about to enter the battlefield, drink the wine of strength before killing the enemy.
The old man with lowered eyebrows quietly drank up the spiritual tea in the cup, picked up the kettle on the table, and poured a pot of boiling water into the purple sand like a thin line.
After leaning a little, the fragrance of tea spreads again in the three feet of space in front of the table.
Picking up a cup of hot spiritual tea, Long Qingfeng took a gentle breath.
He said quietly: "What I want to know is, have you never been afraid when you stepped into my palace?"
Until this moment, the old man still did not raise his head. Wang Shimu felt that the old man in front of him was too old to dare to look at the elder's housekeeper.
After all, power is the best thing to rule the Shenlong Valley, and he likes this feeling.
In Wang Shimu's eyes, even the aloof old man in front of him had to lower his noble head in front of the absolute power of Shenlong Valley.
Frowning, Wang Shimu looked at the old man and replied quietly: "This is Shenlong Valley, there is nothing worth being afraid of."
Long Qingfeng nodded and said coldly: "You don't even understand this truth, no wonder you are blind."
After saying this, the old man raised his head and looked quietly at Wang Shimu across the long table.
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