There was undisguised hatred and jealousy in the eyes of the Lei Cai Guan, and the ferocious nature of the evil dragon that was coming towards his face was ready to come out. As long as he was provoked, it would explode like a volcano.
Tie Chen was deeply stung by this malice. It was difficult for him to understand and accept it. The stirring emotions in his chest were instantly frozen. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Why? Why!"
The thunder collector's huge body was swinging in the clouds, looking down at Tie Chen. The blue-purple electric light illuminated his dark but shiny scales, and illuminated his cold blood-colored eyes.
"You want to know why?"
"Because he always gave up, causing my mother to die alone. He has not fulfilled his responsibility as a father, so he still wants me to fulfill his filial piety?"
The thunder collector did not hide the malice in his words and said: "You are his biological son, I am not. I am a vile child born in a barren land. I am a bad fetus bred in a bitter cold land. I am not your brother." .”
"Get out or die!"
Tie Chen's eyes revealed deep shock. He seemed to want to argue, but had nothing to say.
His heart sank hard, and Tie Chen even felt ashamed of the mine collector, and even felt that he had no face to see him.
The mine collector stared at him, oppressing him, making him unable to breathe, making him tremble all over, and finally fled into the wind and rain.
The wind and rain in Taihu Lake gradually became stronger.
The thunder collector stood on top of the clouds, with a stern expression and a ferocious aura. The wind, rain, and thunder were all man-eating beasts silently venting their anger.
Chong Jing looked at him with sad eyes, wondering what happened, "Why are you so angry?"
Across the void, wind and rain cannot block his gaze.
In fact, ever since the Great Immortal Jinting discovered the Flying Dragon Divine Transformation Picture left by the Painting Sanctuary in the Golden Palace, the incomplete practice of the entire Shenjing Palace has been completed.
The ancient method left by the Huanlong family has naturally been lost long ago, but the practice of painting the saint's talent to complement the Shenjing Palace is completely in line with the modern method.
From that time on, Chong Jing began to practice the Feilong Divine Transformation. His master, Taoist Xiao, raised a red dragon, which was most compatible with the red dragon's Qi. Therefore, he often used the red dragon to understand the beauty of the Feilong Divine Transformation.
Chongjing is a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. Although his Taoism is shallow, he began to figure out the dragon shape and appearance of Cai Leiguan while practicing Qi. With each passing day, the Feilong Shen’s transformation did not come by itself, and it turned out to be true. He created a different look.
Because the wind and rain cannot block it, and the void cannot block it, he can see wherever the thunder collector is and what he does.
Therefore, he also understood the mine collector better, knew that he was angry, and knew the resentment and depression in his heart.
Chong Jing ran to the alchemy room in the rain, and soon sneaked back to His Highness Jin and hid something on the beam.
After a while, I heard a scream coming from the alchemy room.
"Who stole my Wangyou Soup! Damn it! It's my baby!"
The wind, rain and thunder were strong for a while, but gradually subsided by dusk.
The dark clouds in the sky obscured the stars and the moon, and the ferocious black dragon shadow of the thunder collector fell in front of the golden palace.
He lowered his eyes and saw Chong Jing sitting on the threshold, blowing carefully into a pair of hands. The white and tender hands were red and swollen at the moment, looking miserable.
When the little Taoist priest saw him coming back, he raised his head and showed a stupid smile, which made him frown.
"What happened to your hand?"
Chong Jing shook his head and said, "It's nothing. I made a mistake and was punished by my uncle."
In the past, the mine collector would have ridiculed and gloated a lot, but today, he had no interest at all. He just nodded silently and flew to the beam.
As soon as he put the dragon's claws on the beam, the thunder collector discovered a yellow-skinned gourd hidden on the beam.
He lowered his head and saw a red ribbon tied to a gourd on one of the dragon's claws, and asked, "What is this?"
Chong Jing smiled and said, "This is Wangyou Soup."
He looked at the thunder collector eagerly and said: "I secretly drank once when I was unhappy. After drinking, I would be in a daze. I felt like I was floating on the clouds. I didn't think about anything and just kept drifting. Sometimes I feel like I’m on a boat, sometimes I feel like I’m on a rocking bed, and I forget everything I’m unhappy about.”
The thunder collector glanced at him suspiciously, clasped the yellow-skinned gourd, popped out a dragon claw and plugged the gourd, and a rich aroma of wine mixed with herbs came out from the gourd.
"You are drunk." The thunder collector said sharply.
Chong Jing was surprised and said, "Is this wine? Isn't it medicine?"
"It's medicinal wine." The thunder collector grabbed the gourd and asked, "Why did you give it to me?"
Chong Jing said: "Aren't you unhappy? I want you to feel better."
The mine collector let out a "ha" and wanted to argue, but he didn't know why, and he had no words to say. He just said: "This thing can't get me drunk."
Chong Jing sat on the threshold, put his palm down, supported his chin with the backs of a few fingers, looked up at the huge and ferocious dragon head on the top, with a bit of melancholy, he could even hang an oil can on his mouth. , said sadly: "If I had known, I would have stolen something else. I remember you like Kongqingjing very much, so you got beaten in vain."
The thunder collector slid down from the pillar, transformed into a tall and silent human form, and whispered: "Then you didn't get a beating."
He sat next to Chong Jing, drinking Wangyou soup in silence. The wine flowed down his mouth and slid over his throat, making the already dark color of his collar even darker.
He drank the wine in one go, then threw the gourd to the ground, burped, and let out a long breath.
Chong Jing looked at him expectantly and asked, "Is it useful?"
The mine collector glanced at him and said honestly: "It's of no use."
"Okay." Chong Jing pouted, and the tears in his eyes were streaming down. He sniffed and gasped hard without crying.
The mine collector was startled. He didn't know what happened to this stupid boy for a moment. He cursed and said, "Why are you crying?"
Chong Jing stretched out his two shiny red and swollen hands like steamed buns in front of him and said, "It hurts too much."
The thunder collector breathed a sigh of relief and said: "I broke the dragon's horn and never cried, but you cry after being beaten? Where is your magic power? You can't heal your own wounds?"
Chong Jing needed to restrain his inner grievance, and he couldn't help but say loudly: "Uncle Master said it was wrong for me to steal things. He wanted me to have a long memory and not allow me to heal my wounds! Wow -"
He howled for a while, then held it back, remembering that he was here to comfort the thunder collector, and said: "I'm fine, I'll blow some air, and it won't hurt anymore."
The mine collector sighed heavily and cursed in a low voice.
Then the inspector felt a light weight on his body, and then he felt the whistling wind blowing by his ears, and the black dragon's mane flying around him. He kept rising upwards until he broke through the clouds.
"ah--"
The supervisor screamed belatedly, but when he reacted, the clouds broke through, revealing the cold moonlight and bright starlight above the sky.
There was silence all around, like wandering in a sea of stars.
When I was writing a paragraph, the feeling that came to my mind was "The History of Flower Fields". I don't know if I can write it.
(End of chapter)
