At night, in the night market of Blackwater City.
"Quaa? Guagua——"
The horned flower toad was sitting on the white porcelain, with a golden luster on its body. It looked at the two customers who had just approached the spiritual pet shop in front of it with a cute expression on its face. It blinked its big eyes and tilted its head. Croaking.
"Senior Su, the little guy in front of you is our most famous spiritual pet in Blackwater City: the Horned Flower Toad, and the golden Horned Flower Toad is also known as the Golden Toad for attracting wealth."
Huang Yin, who was taking Su Yan to visit the night market, introduced to Su Yan the special spiritual pet of Blackwater City with a smile on his face.
Although the Heishui River looks as dark as ink, the water quality of the Heishui River is very good and rich in various nutrients. You can even drink it directly without any problems.
It is also because of the high quality of the water that some monsters with high requirements for the water will choose to come to the Imperial City Mountains to breed their offspring during the breeding season.
The horned flower toad, peach blossom jellyfish, hexagonal giant salamander and branch-leaf sea dragon can all be found in the Imperial Capital Mountain.
"It's really cute."
Su Yan looked at the horned flower toad in front of him with his mouth wide open, revealing his two white teeth. He wanted to jump up and bite his fingers, but because he was too fat, he couldn't jump up no matter how hard he tried. After pondering for a long time, he seemed a little confused. He spoke with a strange expression and praised.
Compared to the cute attributes of the horned flower toad, Su Yan was more curious about how such a toad, which could jump less than two inches, survived in the wild and continued its bloodline to this day.
"The shopkeeper's!"
When Huang Yin saw that Su Yan was interested in the horned flower toad, he quickly called the shopkeeper of the spiritual pet shop and prepared to buy the golden horned flower toad in front of him and give it to senior Su.
However, Huang Yin called three times in a row, but neither the shop owner nor the waiter came out.
The horned flower toad in the ceramic plate blinked.
"It's strange, there is no one in the shop." Huang Yin opened the door curtain and looked at the backyard, but still found no trace of the shop owner or waiter.
"Quaa?"
Su Yan didn't care much about this. He squatted in front of the ceramic plate with great interest and teased the horned flower toad, causing the horned flower toad in the plate to let out a series of angry screams.
After staying in the Spiritual Pet Shop for a while, the shopkeeper didn't come back for a long time. Huang Yin thought about it, and finally left the Spiritual Pet Shop with Senior Su, and asked Senior Su to move to an inn not far away to eat something. Stuff first.
Senior Su had come back from Xia Yuzhou after a long journey. He probably hadn't had dinner yet, but he couldn't delay his arranged itinerary because of some trivial matters.
After eating and drinking tea, it's not too late to choose a gift for Senior Su.
"Quack"
The Horned Flower Toad looked at the two figures, blinked and called out in a cute voice.
But because of the language barrier, neither Su Yan nor Huang Yin knew what the horned flower toad said.
The horned flower toad wanted to jump out of the ceramic plate, but because of its overly rounded shape, it still couldn't leave the ceramic plate used to display the body color of the horned flower toad after jumping for a long time.
"Quack"
The Horned Flower Toad called out again.
………………
“I didn’t expect there to be storytellers here.”
Sitting in the inn recommended by Huang Yin, Su Yan looked at the middle-aged man sitting in the middle of the lobby who was talking endlessly about strange powers and chaotic gods, and said with a smile.
Seeing the storyteller after a long time, Su Yan couldn't help but think of the time when he lived in the southern state.
When Su Yan was still sucking the milk bottle, her old mother would often take Su Yan to the Goulan to hear the book tell ghost stories.
Storytellers are very common in southern states. Some recount their own glorious deeds, while others tell stories based on rumors and stories. They are all people who rely on their eloquence to earn a living.
Although they were common in the southern states, there were no storytellers in the Xia Yu Dynasty. Therefore, after seeing a storyteller for a long time, Su Yan had a nostalgic expression on his face.
"Storytellers? They shouldn't be counted as storytellers."
Huang Yin placed the tableware for Su Yan, glanced at the middle-aged man who was telling a story, shook his head and said, "They are monks from a sect near Imperial Capital Mountain, a small sect with the worship of dragons as its core."
After Huang Yin saw the storyteller's clothes, he recognized the true identity of the monk in front of him.
"Their sect calls itself Sleeping Dragon Dao. It has been pursuing the traces of the True Dragon Clan, and firmly believes that as long as it finds the True Dragon Clan, it can improve its talents and truly embark on the path to immortality."
Huang Yin sighed as he spoke and said, "They are all poor people trapped in life."
The Mianlong Dao is not a true sect of cultivating immortals. Instead, it is a group of poor people who have no hope in life and place their hopes on illusory things.
In their cognition, the real dragon is omnipotent. As long as they sincerely believe in the real dragon, they can change the unsatisfactory life or the obstacles in their destiny.
The "storyteller" in the lobby is telling the dragon story imagined by Mianlong Dao.
"Believe in the true dragon."
Three black lines hung down from Su Yan's forehead, and he complained secretly in his heart: "It's a good thing you haven't seen the dragons without the filter, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to withstand such a strong stimulation."
If they were allowed to see Xiao Longnu or Taishi Sumire, they probably wouldn't be able to worship them even if they wanted to. The former would be like the reincarnation of a pig demon, eating, sleeping, and eating.
The latter, Grand Master Jin, has an extremely bad temper. He will find something for you even if he has nothing to do. Su Yan currently still owes Grand Master Jin's 'County Magistrate's Work Diary' worth tens of thousands of words.
Can you give a work report orally? I don’t want to listen. I ask you to compile your outing experiences in written form and submit them to the Guidance Office of the Academy. Everything must be clearly written in detail, otherwise I won’t accept it!
Taishi Sumire's character is simply disrespectful, and he takes pleasure in torturing the students of Yongle Academy.
"That's right! If you believe in the true dragon, you can live forever, and even embark on the road to becoming an immortal. We are all monks who are favored by Lord Mianlong!"
The storyteller downstairs seemed to have heard Su Yan and Huang Yin discussing Mianlong Dao. He immediately grinned and showed his big white teeth, praised Su Yan and Huang Yin, and enthusiastically recommended Mianlong Dao to them. road.
In the inn, some drinking customers looked at the storyteller and laughed, and some diners shouted:
"Butcher Kong, why are you drunk when you haven't drunk anything?"
"Hey, don't believe it!"
When the storyteller saw the people around him, they didn't believe it. He suddenly became unhappy. He stood up from the chair on the dining table, performed a somersault, and after falling to the ground, he picked up a pair of bamboo chopsticks and used his own hands. He clenched his palms tightly and shouted loudly:
“Hey—up, up, up!”
The storyteller's palms emitted spiritual energy fluctuations, and the yellowed and old bamboo chopsticks held in his hands gradually turned green as if they were stimulated by something, and branches grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, blinking away those old bamboo chopsticks. The yellow and black bamboo chopsticks turned into a handful of green bamboo joints with branches growing out in the storyteller's hands.
"Look, look at it, I've always told you that Master Mianlong is real, but you just don't believe what I say, now you have seen it!"
"Master Mianlong is a man among gods. A little leakage from between his fingers is enough to transform us mortals into immortals!"
The storyteller holds up the blooming bamboo in his hand and tells the diners about the power of the Dragon God with pride on his face.
(End of chapter)
