Stepping onto the fifth floor attic, Han Li was eating a bowl of cold skin.
He Pingan greeted him and found that Yang Qing, who was extremely strict with himself, was unusually late.
After a long time, it was not until three o'clock in the morning that the two of them saw Yang Qing returning to the grass department, dusty and dusty, with his Confucian shirt stained with mud, and the agitated awe-inspiring righteousness still lingering in his chest.
At the same time, there was also a fishy smell coming from afar.
"Brother Yang, what are you doing?"
He Ping'an and He Pingan pinched their noses, looked at him in surprise, and asked while holding back the stench.
You know, Yang Qing is a mysophobic person, how could he allow odor and stains on his body.
"Stop asking, close the door first!"
Yang Qing said eagerly. When Han Li closed the door, he immediately activated the formation, and a thin layer of light curtain covered the entire grass area.
At this time, he breathed a sigh of relief and opened his palms. A small snake slowly grew in size, and finally turned into a bucket-thick and more than three feet long... eel. Its huge body almost took up the entire five feet. loft.
The eel has a strong demonic aura in its body. It seems that it has been practicing for at least seven hundred years and has entered the ranks of fourth-level demon cultivators.
The fishy smell that the two of them smelled before came from the body of this eel.
On the surface of the eel demon's body, the four characters "Be bound" flashed, and the whole body was shining with bright white light, suppressing it steadily.
The eel demon was suppressed by Haoran's righteousness and could not move, but its eyes were still full of confusion and begging, as if it had not recognized its master yet.
The two of them looked at each other for a while, and it wasn't until Yang Qing spoke that they understood his intention.
Last night, Yang Qing learned that Xuanyang's high-level monks were all in the habit of riding snakes. This morning, he set out outside the city at Yinshi, only to find that all the snake demons and pythons within three hundred miles had been captured.
Flood dragons are rare, and even more difficult to find.
So he ran to a swamp six hundred miles away and accidentally discovered the eel demon. Seeing that the time was approaching, he simply caught the eel demon and hurried back.
He didn't even have time to recognize his master.
The reason why he was covered in mud was from catching this eel demon in the swamp.
He Ping'an couldn't help but be dumbfounded. Others were riding snakes, but Yang Qing was even more ruthless, riding an eel directly.
When he thinks of this scene, He Ping'an feels a little irritated...
Monopterus eels seem to be hermaphroditic...
It was already half an hour after Yang Qing completely subdued the eel and put on a brand new Confucian shirt. Yang Qing felt refreshed and high-spirited.
At this moment, Han Li kindly reminded from the side: "Brother Yang, are you riding an eel a little too ostentatiously..."
Yang Qing did lose his status by riding the eel. What he said was so clever that Yang Qing thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "What you said makes some sense."
"The eel has grown into a snake!"
Yang Qing's chest burst with righteousness, and he followed his words. The white light completely enveloped the eel demon, and within three breaths, the eel demon had turned into a giant snake.
"The snake becomes a python!"
"The great python becomes a dragon!"
With Yang Qing's continuous tricks, the eel demon completely transformed into a four-clawed dragon. Except for its smaller size, no horns on its head, and one missing claw, it was very similar to a real dragon.
"Okay, haha... This should be much more low-key..."
Yang Qing stroked his goat's beard and looked at the majestic four-clawed dragon with satisfaction.
He Pingan secretly complained, does Yang Qing have some misunderstanding about low-key...
The Confucian teachings are so subtle that they not only change the eel demon's appearance, but also its interior.
At this time, the eel demon is exactly the same as the dragon except that it is still a fourth-level demon cultivator.
Even He Ping'an couldn't see the eel demon's true form if he just used spiritual vision.
Only by using spiritual senses, one can detect that under the dragon's powerful body is a weak eel demon soul.
Sensing the mana fluctuations downstairs, Master Wang came down from the sixth floor with his new portrait.
Above the portrait, the Dragon-riding Martial Saint transformed into a man with two heads and four arms, wrestling with the bison fairy.
I saw the golden light flowing on the body of the Dragon Riding Martial Saint, and the power of the explosion seemed to be contained in the four thick arms, and the power was clearly revealed.
The horns of the bison fairy were bleeding and about to fall off, and its eyes were full of fear.
After Yang Qing read it, he couldn't help but admired: "Old Wang, that's good. I have made some progress in painting recently, keep up the good work!"
After hearing this, Master Wang always felt that something was wrong.
After a while, he realized that Yang Qing's tone sounded like a senior encouraging a junior.
Master Wang suddenly became furious and wanted to curse, but when he thought that Yang Qing was already a third-level expert, he endured it and suppressed his anger.
While everyone was chatting and talking about the Dragon-riding Martial Saint killing the buffalo demon in Zhongzhou, the king's token suddenly flashed red, as if he had received a message.
The king's chief immersed his mind in the token. After listening to it, he smiled bitterly and said: "Accepting the order from the commander, all departments of the Medicine Department are required to strengthen the collection of spiritual materials in the near future to fully provide spiritual materials for the Medicine Refining Department."
"It's time to start working again!"
Chief Wang sighed and went upstairs, probably to summon other departments in the Drug Department...
The next day, He Ping'an's six avatars in the Drug Testing Department also received the news that starting from today, all drugs will be tested once a day.
His avatar is also getting busier and busier, and his slowly improving Taoism has also begun to enter a period of rapid improvement.
...
The sun and the moon rotated, and more than ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, Yang Qing called He Ping'an together.
He looked at the two of them seriously and said, "The New Year will be here in more than ten days, but this year, due to special circumstances, there will be no holidays in the Eternal Life Palace."
He Pingan and Han Li nodded, knowing that this was a request from above.
During this period, the entire Pharmaceutical Department was quite busy. Han Li's daily visit to Lichun Hospital was changed to once every three days.
When both of them had no objections, Yang Qing paused and then said: "I have asked for leave from the king's secretary, and I will go back to Liangzhou tomorrow to visit the bride."
He Pingan and Han Li's expressions changed, their eyes widened, staring at Yang Qing.
Although he didn't say a word, the implication was very clear. Let us stay and work overtime, and then you run away. Is this authentic?
Yang Qing felt really embarrassed by the two people, so he explained: "I haven't returned to my hometown for more than ten years. This time I went back mainly to worship my ancestors."
"When I come back, I'll treat you to Li Chun Yuan, hehe..."
"That's pretty much it."
As soon as He Ping'an and the two heard the words Li Chun Yuan, they gave up.
Having said that, it is really not an easy task to get Yang Qing, a tough guy, to treat him.
Every time I go to Li Chun Yuan, Han Li basically pays the bill in the end.
The two of them actually understood. This guy said he was noble, but in fact, going home to worship his ancestors was just a pretense, and he was obviously going back to show off.
Yang Qing's hometown is in Hanning County, Liangzhou.
The governor of Liangzhou was only a second-grade monk, and the prefect of Hanning County was only a fourth-grade Confucian and Taoist monk. Yang Qing had just broken through to the third-grade Confucianism and Taoism, and it was just when he returned home in glory.
Hanning County...
He Ping'an suddenly thought, why not give Yang Qing a surprise.
...
Five days later, Hanning County, Liangzhou.
Above the horizon, a yellow rainbow flashed across the sky.
If you look closely, you will find that this yellow rainbow is actually a dragon about three feet long.
On top of the monster body, there is also a long carriage. Yang Qing's wife Liu Yue'e is sitting in the carriage. Yang Qing is riding on the dragon, with great righteousness bursting out, Chao Chen chasing lightning, Lei Teng Yun Ben and so on. Confucian magic fell into the demon body.
The dragon demon chariot covered several miles in a flash. At this speed, it would be within half an hour before it reached Hanning County.
At this moment, the dragon demon chariot suddenly turned around in the air, paused, and then fell towards the official road.
Yang Qing got off the car and ran straight to the tree beside the official road, where there lay a sloppy old Taoist priest snoring loudly.
Yang Qing bowed his head and said, "Junior Yang Qing pays his respects to Senior Martial Saint."
It is the three crazy Taoists transformed by He Ping'an.
Yang Qing was passing by in the air, and when he caught sight of him with his spiritual consciousness, he hurried down.
You must know that the further your cultivation level goes, the harder it is to improve it. The Martial Saint gave Yang Qing the opportunity to upgrade his cultivation level to the third level of Confucianism and Taoism. With his longevity increased, he can be regarded as Yang Qing's reborn parent.
The sloppy old man seemed to have never heard of it and was still sleeping soundly under the tree.
At this time, the beautiful middle-aged woman Liu Yue'e came out of the carriage. After being summoned by Yang Qing, she quickly came out to pay homage to Wu Sheng.
"Junior Liu Yue'e, pay your respects to the Martial Saint."
Liu Yue'e's eyes were blazing. She was a martial artist. If she could get one and a half moves from the Martial Saint, her strength would definitely be greatly improved.
Unexpectedly, after Liu Yue'e finished speaking, the sloppy old man was still snoring like thunder, as if he still hadn't heard.
The two of them knelt under the tree for three hours. It was still noon before, but now the sun was already approaching the west.
"Ms. sir, are you sure you didn't admit the wrong person?"
Liu Yue'e couldn't bear it anymore. If it were anyone else, she would have already mastered the lion's roar skill.
But the title of Dragon Riding Martial Saint is too scary, so she has endured it until now.
"Yue'e, how can I admit my mistake, Senior Martial Saint? I just met him once and I will never forget him for the rest of my life."
Yang Qing said confidently.
"Then what does Senior Wu Sheng mean?"
"Could it be that you are deliberately making things difficult for us?"
Liu Yue'e raised her eyebrows, as if she thought of something.
With the Martial Saint's cultivation, he must have known that they were here, but deliberately didn't wake up. He must have been making things difficult for himself.
Thinking of this, Liu Yue'e looked angrily and said, "Ms. Sir, I can't wait for this senior Martial Saint any longer."
"You can wait if you want. I'm going to the county town first."
As he spoke, he stood up. At this moment, Yang Qing, who always obeyed his orders, stood up and shouted at Liu Yue'e: "Kneel down!"
