Lao Long looked at the wooden tables and chairs by the lake, and at the tea snacks and fruits and vegetables on the table. Although his expression was still calm, his golden eyes were slightly flickering, and it was obvious that he was not as indifferent in his heart as he looked on the outside.
If a monk is judged by his destructive power alone in his cultivation, he will fall short of the lower level.
Cultivation is in every action, every meal, every speech and behavior.
The more seemingly ordinary actions, the more unusual they are recorded.
Ke Xiaoliang's move just now at least showed his strong attainments in grass and tree Taoism, as well as the art of transformation and control.
Lao Long thought that he had been practicing for thousands of years, and if he wanted to do it with such ease, although it was not impossible, it was by no means easy.
Strength is the capital of dialogue.
Ke Xiaoliang used a spell to calm the old dragon, which made the old dragon speak calmly.
After all, he is a dragon who has traveled abroad.
Publicity and domineering are just one of its many faces.
When appropriate, you may not compromise.
"Old Dragon Master! Come! Drink tea!" Ke Xiaoliang did not move, but after taking a breath, he sat on the chair grown out of the pine tree by the lake, holding a wooden cup in his hand, and greeted the old dragon.
Between the movement and the stillness, there was no trace of fireworks.
It can be said that it is completely different from the image presented by 'Ke Xiaoliang' before.
Old Long used his magic power slightly, and in an instant, he sat directly opposite Ke Xiaoliang.
He picked up the tea cup on the table and drank all the tea.
I was about to blurt out "good tea".
Then he felt an extremely strong pure spiritual energy rising from his abdomen and going straight to his forehead.
Even as a true dragon, it is difficult to completely digest this huge and pure spiritual energy in an instant.
Not only that, there was an inexplicable inspiration hovering in Lao Long's sea of consciousness.
Many things that were previously puzzling in practice suddenly became clear in an instant.
Po's somewhat impetuous and tough aura quickly subsided and became more composed and calm.
Just like the sea that was once turbulent, suddenly became calm.
It was not until about twenty minutes later that Old Long slowly exhaled a long breath, stood up with complicated eyes, and bowed to Ke Xiaoliang.
"Xiaolong Aofang, thank you for the spiritual tea, senior." The old dragon is knowledgeable and discerning.
I know that it is definitely not ordinary for a monk to be able to take out such spiritual tea.
As for whether it is really possible to be called 'senior' in the mouth of an old dragon who is thousands of years old.
Does it matter?
It is definitely not uncommon in this world for a sixty-year-old man to worship a thirty-year-old boy and call him 'godfather'.
What does it matter if an old dragon who is thousands of years old calls an 'old monk' who is unknown to his age?
"Long Zun is too polite. It's just some crude tea. It's nothing." Ke Xiaoliang is well versed in Versailles studies. He said this in the calmest tone, and then continued: "These giant whales are very interesting. They are not worth mentioning." I just wanted to play with them out of curiosity, but I didn’t expect to alarm the Dragon Lord, which is really wrong.”
"I still have some ripe fertilization fruits here, which may be of some benefit to these giant whales, so I would like to trouble Dragon Lord to deliver them to you!"
After saying that, he waved his sleeves.
Next to the table and chairs where the two sat, a sapling grew.
The sapling grew rapidly, reaching a height of four or five meters in the blink of an eye.
The trees are full of green.
Flowering, fruiting, leaves falling, fruits ripening... all of this happens at the flick of a finger.
Old Long was holding his beard and accidentally pulled off several strands without noticing.
This move is completely different from the previous use of trees to transform seats.
This is even on the verge of creating something out of nothing, at least... it is through the method of time that the Yi Fei Guo, which takes at least four to five hundred years to mature, can grow in just a short moment.
This spiritual fruit is of little use to humans, but for those demon monks, it is a good helper for purifying blood and cultivating human form.
Among the demon clan, the price of one embryo-changing fruit is at least 50,000 to 60,000 spiritual stones.
At this time, the tree was filled with at least hundreds of fruits.
Lao Long was not only unhappy at this moment, but also filled with worry.
He felt that he was being too reckless.
After seeing Ke Xiaoliang's methods and thinking about the formation defense that he had just torn apart... the old dragon had such a thick dragon skin, he couldn't help but blush.
"This must be because this senior has been waiting for me for a long time, or he came here just for me, but I rushed in so recklessly. But I don't know what I owe karma... what should I use to repay him." Old Long I was worried in my heart, but I still couldn't show it on my face.
Looking at the fruits of the tree, he said bitterly: "Senior! It's just some naive children playing around. How can I ask for rewards from senior? I can't do it..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw that Ke Xiaoliang's expression became a little indifferent.
Old Long once saw that deep and silent look in his eyes, which was close to death.
That look was something he could never forget.
"This is a look that looks down upon all living beings like ants. Whether all things prosper or wither, they cannot be shaken at all... This senior, what kind of cultivation is he?"
"Why did such a terrifying existence appear in this world, this world that has long since declined? Why did he come? Is it also for those worlds?" Old Long couldn't help but start to think about it.
In this world of cultivation, blood talismans that can connect to many magical and otherworlds have been born. This news, along with the publicity of the Baotong world and the return of many monks who have left the Baotong world, has naturally attracted considerable attention. and attention.
It seems like a matter involving only two worlds, but in fact it has already attracted the attention of more than a dozen... or even dozens of worlds.
The old dragon who had been away for hundreds of years suddenly returned, originally to investigate the matter, but also to seize this rare opportunity.
In fact, it's not just the monks who left Baotongjie who are returning in large numbers.
In this world, is it not the case?
The only difference is that Baotong World loses more elite monks due to its openness.
In this world of cultivation, many monks only use their souls to travel around the world, and their physical bodies are still here. Unless they plan to take the path of reincarnation, they will return sooner or later.
"Since it is given to you, you will receive it."
"I'm asking for something from you. I'll give you some reward first and pay the consequences." Ke Xiaoliang said the toughest words in the most normal tone, making it clear that he would not give Lao Long a chance to refuse.
Of course Lao Long was frightened by Ke Xiaoliang.
If Lao Long really wanted to fight Ke Xiaoliang now, although he would still lose, he would never be crushed.
It's just that Lao Long was restrained by Ke Xiaoliang's few hands, and his pride in returning to the home court was suppressed. The caution and prudence brewed after seeing the scenery of the world took over again.
I know the sky is high and the earth is high, so I am too scared to speak nonsense.
The guess in Lao Long's mind at this moment was even more certain.
His expression became more and more humble.
"Senior, please show me!" Unknowingly, the old dragon became so humble.
