"I am not the princess." Yun Siyao turned sideways and avoided Luo Cheng's salute, "Get up."
Luo Cheng looked at Yun Siyao, a trace of reminiscence flashed in his eyes, and he slowly straightened up: "Mr....little...miss!"
Yun Siyao did not refuse Luo Cheng's title this time and asked, "What exactly happened?"
Luo Cheng coughed twice and said weakly: "Thirteen years ago, His Highness was attacked and killed on the way back from attending Yuanhai Ginseng. Your Highness tried his best to get His Highness out, but he..."
"Find out who did it?"
Luo Cheng shook his head: "I don't know. Not long after His Highness's accident, all the forces that vassalized His Highness were attacked. It was at that time that Lao Chen's Yueming Department was kidnapped by traitors. I followed him all the way from Yuanhai to Bihai."
"But I heard that His Highness Yunfeng was picked up and raised by His Second Highness."
"The remaining vassal forces of His Highness have also been taken over by His Highness."
At this time, the solemnity on Yun Siyao's face dissipated a little: "Did uncle take action?"
Chen Luo approached Yun Siyao with concern.
"It's okay." Yun Siyao shook his head slightly, "The Yun Duo he mentioned is my third uncle, and Yun Feng is my cousin. My third uncle was very good to me when I was young. When I suddenly heard the news, I felt a little... okay, The Yunlong lineage has its own boss, the Dragon Emperor, and besides, so many years have passed, so the storm must have ended."
"Yuan Hai is not at peace."
Yun Siyao looked at Luo Cheng, and with a flick of his finger, a green elixir was shot out by Yun Siyao and floated in front of Luo Cheng: "This Yuan Yuan Dan is given to you, it can suppress the injuries in your body."
"If you can't return to Yuanhai, don't cause trouble here. I..." Yun Siyao looked at Chen Luo, who immediately said, "I will issue a notice to prohibit the residents of Dongcang from actively intruding and attacking the Sameluo clan. Northeast of Binghuo Island There is a broken reef at the corner where the Sameluo clan can go ashore to rest."
Yun Siyao smiled tenderly at Chen Luo, then looked at Luo Cheng: "If you need anything, come to Dongcang City to find me."
After saying that, Yun Siyao pulled Chen Luo and was about to leave. The Great Sage Luocheng looked at the blue pill in front of him and suddenly shouted: "Miss, stay!"
"I, Yue Mingbu, would like to return to the service of the young lady. Please take her under your wing!"
As he said that, Luo Cheng suddenly prostrated himself again and fell to the ground.
"Return?" Yun Siyao turned around and asked doubtfully.
"Miss, I don't know, but we are your father's subordinates. Before your father left the Yunlong lineage, he specially handed us over to His Highness the Third Highness."
"Now that I see you again, I am willing to accept you as my master again!"
Yun Siyao frowned slightly and was about to refuse, but suddenly glanced at Chen Luo who was standing next to him with a surprised look on his face. He swallowed his words again, reorganized them, and then said: "If I want you to fight with Dongcang City, What about human cooperation?”
"The Lord has his orders, and the Yue Ming Department will naturally obey them."
With that said, Luo Cheng looked at Chen Luo again, recalling the closeness between Chen Luo and Yun Siyao before, and immediately looked respectful: "If you are doing things for my uncle, Yuemingbu dare not not do your best!"
Yun Siyao didn't refute, but pinched the soft flesh of Chen Luo's waist hard with the hand hidden behind his back.
Real dragon claw hand!
Chen Luo's expression remained unchanged, and he did not dare to mobilize the red dust energy to defend himself. He let Yun Siyao pinch him 360 degrees, and his cheeks were sore.
This old man said, why are you pinching me?
"Don't worry, we won't let the Jiluo clan suffer." Chen Luo gritted his teeth and said, "Later, you can send a capable person to the city to discuss the details with Qin Zhengzhi."
"Since he is a subordinate of Senior Sister, he is no different from the people of Dongcang City in Dongcang City."
Luo Cheng nodded and looked at Yun Siyao. His two ears like fish fins suddenly flapped a few times. Chen Luo clearly felt a special wave emanating from Luo Cheng.
Soon, Chen Luo noticed something. He turned around and looked outside the house, only to see many sharks in the coral enclosure surrounding the outside.
"The old slave has informed the tribe about the young lady and asks the young lady to accept the tribute of allegiance from the tribe."
Yun Siyao nodded and pulled Chen Luo out, followed closely by Luo Cheng.
Walking out of the Coral House, hundreds of sharks looked hesitant when they saw Yun Siyao. Yun Siyao let out a breath, and a jade dragon shadow condensed behind him.
Feeling the pressure of the Jade Dragon, the sharks slowly lowered their heads and prostrated themselves on the ground.
At the same time, each Sharo had at least one or several picture scrolls flying out, suspended in the sky above them, and spread out above everyone's heads. On the scrolls were one after another Sharo's portraits.
Just when Chen Luo and Yun Siyao were confused, Luo Cheng explained: "Miss, everyone thinks that the Qiluo clan is good at making weapons, but this is not the case."
"Same Luo is better at painting."
"The Sharo cloud juice mixed with the Sharian tears and the Luo human blood is originally the pigment used by the Sharo clan to paint the portraits of their relatives."
"Tears are shed for love, and blood is shed for intimacy."
"Repent that you didn't love when you were born, and regret that it's too late to leave."
"When we are deeply in love with our loved ones, the people in the painting seem to be reborn."
"Bringing a painting to worship is the most solemn etiquette of our Sharluo tribe!"
"Miss, please accept our allegiance."
After saying that, Luo Cheng also walked up to the crowd and put it down again. A scroll flew out from Luo Cheng's body. The scroll unfolded, revealing a beautiful shark girl with bright eyes and white teeth, a sweet smile, and a pair of butterflies flying behind her.
Yun Siyuan looked at the kneeling figure and the many shark portraits floating in the sky, and sighed deeply.
"It stands to reason that if you worship me with this, I need to nourish you with dragon energy. But now I am temporarily unable to use dragon energy."
Luo Cheng shook his head slightly: "Miss, you're welcome. How dare we, old, weak, sick and disabled, ask for nourishment from dragon energy? This is the ancient etiquette, so please accept it, miss."
Yun Siyao looked at Chen Luo: "Junior brother, human civilization has a nourishing effect on them, so please reward them on my behalf."
Saying that, Yun Siyao winked lightly at Chen Luo.
Um?
My sixth senior sister can't be so cute!
Chen Luo naturally understood that Yun Siyao wanted him to show kindness to the Sharo clan and also to make the Sharo clan admire him.
At this time, Luo Cheng frowned slightly and said softly: "Miss, they were all forced too much, and their broken bodies were drained of tears and blood. I'm afraid they can only say, 'This feeling can only be remembered later, but it was already at a loss'." Only the culture that we can relate to and have been praised through the ages will have an effect."
"Ordinary poetry and elegance are of no benefit to us."
"The article is made by nature, and it comes by chance. Even though I have a great talent, how can I think of it at this moment?"
"It's better...don't make things difficult for me."
Yun Siyao was stunned when he heard this. He naturally had confidence in Chen Luo, but he was also a little worried when he heard what Luo Cheng said.
The Sameluo clan has always been a high-minded people. Didn't they see that they would rather be trapped than cooperate with the human race?
It was because he had such a connection with them that they were willing to surrender.
"Junior brother, can you?" Yun Siyao asked via voice transmission.
OK!
How can a man say no!
Chen Luo instantly felt that he had to fight for his breath.
How could Senior Sister Six ask this question?
shame!
Chen Luo walked up to Luo Cheng leisurely, looked at the shark girl in Luo Cheng's painting, and asked: "Guan Cheng, what is the relationship between this person in the painting and you?"
Luo Cheng replied: "This is my wife."
"I practice the Flame Dragon Technique of the True Dragon Art. Every time the moon is full, my whole body is extremely hot. My wife will give up all her training and practice the Ice Dragon Technique again to remove the heat for me."
"I once talked to her about the scenery of Daxuan. There were spring swallows whispering and colorful butterflies flying. She yearned for it endlessly."
"However, I used to be very good at making friends. I was among many friends. Whenever she said she wanted to come to Daxuan to visit, I would always push her back. I would only return home when the moon is full."
"At that time, I only thought about the long-term future and was not in a hurry, but I didn't want to..."
"Yue Mingbu suffered a disaster, and she died from the disaster. After all, she never saw the scenery on land."
"I……"
At this point, Luo Cheng's eyes turned red and he could no longer speak.
Chen Luo nodded, looked at the shark in the painting, stretched out his hand, pointed forward, and wrote in the air. Following Chen Luo's movements, streams of water were condensed into words -
I shed tears but silently, only regretting my past ruthlessness.
Rely on the knowledge of painting.
Yingying, so sad that I can’t draw it.
The other words are so clear that I wake up early from a dream at midnight.
You wake up early and you are dreaming.
More updates, weeping all over the wind eaves and rain bells at night.
At this time, Luo Cheng looked at Chen Luo, tears finally falling down.
Yun Siyao also suddenly felt sad in his heart, staring at Chen Luo with his beautiful eyes, motionless.
Chen Luo shook his head slightly, raised his hand again, and continued to write——
Hard work is the most pity for the moon in the sky. The past is like a ring, and the past and past are like a jue.
If the moon is always bright and clear, the ice and snow will keep you warm.
There is no such thing as an easy fate, but the swallows are still talking softly.
After singing, the sorrow of autumn graves has not stopped, and the spring bushes recognize the two-dwelling butterflies.
After finishing writing the two poems, Chen Luo looked at the two clearly visible words about sea water and reached out to count them.
In an instant, the seawater characters exploded one after another, and streams of cultural energy spread out, blended into the seawater, and instantly turned into small fish flashing with colorful lights, hovering over the surrounding area.
"Mandarin fish!"
Luo Cheng was shocked. In his memory, all the works that gave birth to mandarin fish were timeless masterpieces, such as Zhang Ruoxu's "The tide of the spring river reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises together", and Zhang Jiuling's "The bright moon rises on the sea, and the world is at this time" "Poetry like this has a nourishing effect on the dragon clan.
At this time, the mandarin fish rushed towards the Sharo clan on the bottom of the sea and crashed into their bodies one by one. Suddenly, the old Sharo clan became visibly younger.
Luo Cheng looked at Chen Luo again, his eyes twinkling.
If it was because of Yun Siyao that he was deferential to Chen Luo before, now it is because of Chen Luo himself.
This person must be the ultimate hero of the human race!
The young lady is worthy of him and will not be wronged.
Chen Luo looked back at Yun Siyao. Yun Siyao smiled, his eyes full of pride.
…
At this moment, thousands of miles away, where the Yuanhai and the Blue Sea intersected, on a solitary boat, a young man dressed as a Confucian scholar was sitting on the bow of the boat, pouring himself a drink. Suddenly he frowned and gently moved toward the sea. One finger.
After a while, a colorful fish jumped out of the sea and was held in his hand.
"Huh? Mandarin fish?"
"Which human being has gone to the sea to write an eternal chapter?"
He sensed it for a moment and said, "Well, he's not a Confucian or above!"
"I heard from King Xi that the most recent disciple of the Bamboo Sage has extraordinary literary talent. It can't be him, right?"
As he spoke, the young man opened his mouth and put the mandarin fish into his mouth. The mandarin fish instantly turned into a stream of colorful energy and entered his body.
"Huh? Yingying, I can't paint a picture of sadness!"
"If it's like the moon that shines brightly all the time, I won't be shy about the ice and snow."
"Bah, bah, bah!" the young man suddenly vomited a few times, "poetry of death!"
"Who wrote such a sad funeral poem!"
"It has the same flavor as "Jiang Chengzi" by the immortal Su Laoxian!"
"It seems that he is not that young disciple of Bamboo Saint anymore."
"I am a single man, why am I reading a funeral poem?"
"Unlucky! What unlucky!"
As he spoke, the young man patted the deck, and the boat immediately flew towards Yuan Hai...
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