Chapter 519 Picking Dragons
The only place in the Three Dynasties where there is no day and night. The raging sun is in the air, and the gray halo emanates the whole mountain and river gray, some of which are like ink paintings that have been fading for many years.
In a small county town 120 miles away from Kui Chaoyongjing, three cities away, there is an inconspicuous inn.
The inn is run by a young couple. The palm-sized land is large, and the business is deserted. From morning to evening, three or two guests can already burn incense to congratulate. But the young couple seemed to care. In the cold winter, the business became more and more cold, and there were often no guests for more than ten days. Even so, I have never seen them anxious.
In the corner of the inner door of the inn, in a very inconspicuous place, loomingly engraved with the pattern of Yunlongyue Gate.
There are more than 20 inns engraved with such patterns in Yongjing, and there are more than 300 inns in the whole place of the Kwai Dynasty. Although the small inn operated by the young couple is inconspicuous, it makes all the 300 inns closed in one word.
Yue Qingqing sat on the second floor of the inn in front of several cases facing the window sill, painting, and the first Wang Feng sat next to her and quietly looked at the woman's smiling side face. Yue Qingqing is still so thin, as if a gust of wind can take her away. The first Wang Feng's white hair hangs his shoulders. His originally handsome face was carved into vicissitudes by the years, and his face was gloomy. If it hadn't been for those bright white eyes, everyone would have thought that he would be sick and would be rotten.
In fact, the body of the first Wang Feng is not much better than that of Yue Qingqing. Yue Qingqing was born with a disease, and it is difficult to cure. First, Wang Feng squeezed his physical potential at all costs in his long career of searching for Yue Qingqing. I don't know how much life Zhenyuan has been consumed. It is a miracle that he can live to this day and have a secret realm that is not weaker than the six heavens.
"Xiao Feng, the appointed time is up."
Putting down the brush in his hand, Yue Qingqing looked back and smiled.
The first Wang Feng did not say anything, and the affection in his eyes had not faded by half for a hundred years.
"What, are you afraid that you can't find me again?" Yue Qingqing flashed with bright eyes and a gentle smile on her face.
He shook his head, and the first Wang Feng said lightly, "Today's Kwai Dynasty, who has the ability to take you away from me?"
"Well, I know. You're afraid to see him." Yue Qingqing covered her mouth and laughed.
Being said by Yue Qingqing, the first Wang Feng had a trace of bitterness at the corners of his mouth and said quietly, "To be honest, I really don't want to see that boy."
"Xiaojin has explained it clearly. It's obviously a misunderstanding. Why can't you think about it now?"
The moon is green and the moon is green.
The first Wang Feng was silent for a long time, and finally got up.
"Well, it's enough to do them a favor this time. In the future, we will go to Penglai. I heard that it is a real paradise, and no one will disturb us again.
The first Wang Feng said and walked downstairs.
"Taoyuan..."
Yue Qingqing muttered the two words that the first Wang Feng inadvertently said, and there was a faint sadness in her eyes. After being away from home for a long time, it is inevitable that there will be some concern, even if you know that the family will never go back.
Standing up, Yue Qingqing looked through the window lattice and looked at the back of the first Wang Feng until he gradually disappeared into the gray fog-like sunlight.
At this moment, Yue Qingqing's heart suddenly moved.
She turned her head and looked at the oblique side of the inn. A man in black and black stood under the shadow of the big tree. When Yue Qingqing saw the man's face clearly, there was an uproar in her heart.
The four eyes were facing each other, and Yue Qingqing's whole body was cold. The man's eyes were full of hysterical coldness. Yue Qingqing subconsciously moved his eyes. When he looked again, the man disappeared.
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On the big river outside Wuyang City, a man in blue and a hat drove up the boat.
The river was turbulous and went upstream. An Bochen saw a simple and unpretentious young man who was sitting on a brown stone hanging a pole for fishing.
The fishing rod is very strange. There is no fishing line, let alone a fishing hook. It looks like an empty bamboo rod.
But as he gently swings the fishing rod, An Bochen saw a carp jumping up a few miles away and falling into the water. He seemed to be attracted by an invisible force and went up the river quickly. In a few flicks, the carp has crossed the long river for several miles and appeared in the upper reaches of the river with a speed far beyond its ability.
The young man fishing smiled and gently raised the fishing rod.
The carp turned over and jumped out of the water, struggling and jumping in mid-air, as if trying to break free from the invisible fishing line that was holding it.
An Bochen closed his eyes, and the power of the young man fishing turned into a fishing line. He threw the "fish hook" from the upstream a few miles away, fell to the downstream accurately, chose the largest carp group, and fished it completely to the upstream.
For a fairy, such a means does not seem to be a big deal, but An Bochen knows that this person's control of force has reached an amazing level.
He did not use Taoism, so he did not show the breath of fairyland.
The physical power of the peak of the six heavens has reached a terrible height. Not to mention the small fish in the river, it is difficult to avoid the fragmented end of the river for several miles, but he can actually catch the carp from the downstream intact. His control of power can be imagined.
At the beginning of practice, the pursuit of strength, the bigger the better, but the practice can be later, but all practitioners with good understanding will turn to explore the "micro". For example, the old turtle in Penglai, such as the young man in front of him.
An Bochen was ordered by Zhang Qi to take over the masters of the national master's mansion scattered in the Three Dynasties. There were seven people, one of whom was a real fairyland, and the rest were the peak of the six heavens without exception. The young man who was fishing is called a dragon picker. He is a scattered cultivation in the west. He has been practicing for more than 800 years and still maintains the appearance of a young man. His name has long been forgotten by himself many years ago. The reason why he was called a dragon picker is that in the year he first entered the fairyland, he caught a real dragon corpse when he fished in the Xiliu Sea. He had a good luck in the Xiliu Sea, but he modestly said that the real dragon was ancient and was inadvertently picked up by me. It was a great luck from the sky. Since then on, he has had the name of a dragon picker.
Among the seven people, the reason why An Bochen found this person first is that this person is the only one who looks the most unrestrained and will repay his kindness. He devoted himself to the national master's mansion only because Zhang Guoshi passed through the Xiliuhai Sea in those years. When he saw him crossing the six thunderstorms, he casually solved the last thunder disaster that he could hardly resist for him, and he also served the national master's government. Year as a reward.
The canoe sailed upstream leisurely. An Bochen opened his eyes, saw himself in the water, and smiled bitterly.
Sima Jin's beauty fairy art is more magical than he imagined. He has now become a handsome young man. Even if he exerts the art of change and the profound immortals show his magic, he will only see the appearance of a handsome teenager.
He opened his mouth and exhaled, and there was a thick fog on An Bochen's face, covering his face.
The dragon picker obviously also found An Bochen. He stared deeply, put the carp into the bamboo basket, and got up and was about to leave.
"Brother, please stay!"
An Bochen shouted.
The dragon picker didn't seem to hear it. He walked faster and faster. An Bochen was helpless and stepped on his toes. The bottom of the boat swinged a circle of blue wave marks. The canoe seemed to fly to the dragon picker as if it had inserted wings.
The dragon picker did not look back, and a faint surprise appeared in his eyes.
The man who chased him was not slow and drove a boat a little faster than him. Even so, it was not worth his surprise. In order not to be noticed by the magic practice of the Kwai Dynasty, he did not use the Taoist method, but walked on the river with the power of his body. Compared with the vast majority of immortals who rely on the source power of the Taoism, he was very unique. To his surprise, the man who chased him did not use Taoism and source power, but also purely used physical power to control the river. Under his control, the river rippled circles and swept towards him, invisibly slowing down his speed.
Just like this, it can only show that the physical power of the boatman surpasses that of ordinary immortals. What surprises the dragon pickers most is that the river only slows down their travel speed. It is still soft, and there is no sign of competing with him, let alone attack. It reaches an indescribable balance between each other, which is enough to show that the man. The control of the power of the body has reached a sensation, which is higher than itself.
When the dragon picker was surprised, something suddenly flew behind him.
I didn't see any action from him, and An Boxin's guest card had fallen into his hand.
"Kex... National Normal University?"
Shilongke stopped, turned his head, and looked at An Bochen doubtfully.
An Bochen laughed, jumped up from the boat, fell to the side of the dragon picker, and arched his hand and said, "My surname is An, who is the new guest of the National Normal University. I have met my brother."
Shilongke was originally very admiring An Bochen, but when he saw him covered with fog, his eyes faded: "Brother An is not only a guest of the National Normal University, but why is he hiding his head and tail?"
"The situation in the capital is dangerous. The seven princes are fighting with the prince. An is responsible for taking over you this time. In case, this is the only way. Please forgive me." An Bochen said with a smile.
"Is the prince back? What's going on in the capital?" The dragon picker frowned and asked.
This time it's An Bochen's turn to be surprised. There must be a way to send messages between Zhang Qi and these hidden masters, otherwise how will Zhang Qi summon them? I thought that Zhang Qi had told the masters what he had come to, but the dragon picker didn't know anything. How could he not surprise An Bochen?
Is this person pretending? Is it a trap set for me?
An Bochen was suspicious and slightly alert in his eyes.
He heard the dragon picker say lightly, "Brother An, don't blame me. Just in case, the waist card left by the national teacher has been hidden elsewhere by me for a long time, and I will take it out every ten days."
looked at the dragon picker, and An Bochen did not find anything suspicious.
The waist card used by Zhang Guoshi to pass on the message was actually put elsewhere by him. Although it can be explained with caution, An Bochen saw at a glance that this man was weaker than he thought, really like a wild crane, but it was a pity that he came to the wrong place.
"If you are worried, go and take a look at the waist card, and you will naturally know everything."
An Bochen said.
Looking at An Bochen again, Shilongke nodded: "Come with me."
After saying that, the dragon picker fell to the river bank, and the figure of the rabbit disappeared in the dense forest.
An Bochen followed closely, but the afterglow fell to the woods on the other side of the river.
From time to time, there were several crow calls from the forest, which seemed to be calm and ordinary.
A cold light flashed in An Bochen's eyes and plunged into the dense forest.
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(Today's update, sort out the clues)