Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 407
Fu Chen was sent out of the hospital in a daze, and watched the courtyard door behind him being closed in a daze.Blade dragged a small cloth bag.Fuchen looked at the gate of the small courtyard, the more he thought about it, the more wronged he became.

Was she kicked out?

There was no one to see him off.

In front of him is the stone street of Chufu.

She was the only one walking slowly on the stone street, unable to see the end of the way.

On the stone road, there was a cry of "woo woo".

Fuchen walked the long road alone, dragging his small bag, whimpering.The grievance of parting from friends mixed with tears fell on the stone street.

Immersed in sadness, I still saw the door.

Fu Chen turned around, but there was still no one behind him.The emptiness in my heart roared like the wind.

Dust opened the door.

Outside the door, the monk stood in front of him.

See you at the door.

It's still the same as before.

Seeing an acquaintance, Fuchen's uncontrollable emotions burst out, he called out "Monk", and "Woooo" burst into tears.

The monk patted the grass and waited quietly.

The crying was unbridled.

After a long time, the grievances poured out, and my mind became clear.Fuchen stopped crying, looked at the plaque of "Zunwangfu", and knew in his heart: she will be his burden.Now is the best time to leave.

"Monk, let's go." Fuchen said.There are no more drops of water on the stems and leaves.

"Let's go."

The two set foot on the road again.Leaving the imperial city.

On the wall of the city wall, the emperor and ministers saw him off.

Fuchen didn't look back, she knew he wouldn't be there.

The first friend in life, just experienced separation like this.

Fuchen felt that he had grown up a bit, and he knew that life was not easy, he had fun when he had a good time, and no sorrow when he parted.

Enjoy life, enjoy the present.

"Monk, where are we going?" Fuchen asked, and quickly regained his vivacity.

"Benefactor, let's go find the dragon vein." The monk said.

The purpose of the trip to the palace is the dragon veins.

The Sihai Foxin Temple belongs to the territory of the kingdom.The monks in the temple are naturally ordered by the emperor.

One person and one monk walked into the mountain again after half a month.

The mountains are foggy.

In the early morning weather, things could still be seen clearly on the mountain just now, but nothing could be seen on this mountain at all.It was foggy.Stretching out the hand, it seems to be a severed hand, only the arm is seen, but the wrist cannot be seen.

into the clouds.

"Monk, where are we?" Fu Chen shouted.

They have been walking for seven or eight days, and the mountains are often closed by heavy fog in the morning, and the two of them can distinguish where they are walking.

This mountain is completely out of line.The fog sticks to the eyelids, and it is difficult to recognize objects and distinguish things.His hands were in front of his eyes, as if they were all phantoms.

The two can distinguish each other's existence by sound.

The monks walked gropingly, memorized the route, and left marks, but the strange thing was that they always returned to the original mark.

The floating dust unconsciously emits a green light.

In this world full of white mist, this light is a clear marker.

The monk asked Fuchen to wait, and went to explore the road by himself, judging the walking path according to the green light.

The two tried for a long time, but still couldn't get out.

The monk thought about it and knew what was going on.

Experiment again, staring at the light.When he walked fifteen steps, the distance between him and the green light was always equal until he finally returned to the green light.

This fog has a mystery.

"Hey, why is this mountain so weird?" Fuchen complained, throwing stones to listen to the sound, the sound of the stones thrown is always the same.

"Oh." A delicate female voice sounded. "Who, threw it to me."

Fu Chen was pleasantly surprised, and ran over excitedly, "Hey, how are you all?"

Running to the source of the sound, I saw two people.One black and one white.

wrong.

The strange smell caught Fu Chen's attention.

Fuchen approached Xixiu.

"You are demons!" Fu Chen was overjoyed. "You are demons!"

"Yeah, aren't you too?" The girl in white asked back, not understanding why the grass in front of her was so excited.

"Hahahaha, this is the second time I've seen other monsters." Fu Chen said. "My name is Fuchen, what are your names?"

The monk behind looked at the three indifferently, and saluted with clasped hands. "Amitabha."

The girl in white bowed to return the salute, and said to Fuchen, "My name is Bai. He is black."

The black boy closed his eyes and did not speak, standing there with a gloomy aura.

Fuchen was stunned for a moment, before waiting for a response, he said in vain, "You are lost, I will take you out. We are familiar with this place, without us leading the way, you will not be able to get out."

"Thank you, benefactor," said the monk.

"You're welcome, I'm also looking at Fuchen as a demon. When you're away from home, the same kind will always have to take care of you." Bai said bluntly.

The monk smiled.

"Have you been here all this time?" Fuchen asked.

She would love to know about the same kind.

"Yes." Bai's voice was very crisp, "We were born here, and we are very familiar with every plant and tree here. I was surprised to smell your breath just now. Hehe." Her laughter was like a silver bell .

Fu Chen was curious.Grass Leaf leaned over, hoping to hear more.

"Our demons are rare now." Bai explained, "There are only me and Hei around here. When I was born, I heard from the old man that there were many demons in the past, but now the spiritual power is getting weaker and weaker, and it is difficult for demons to cultivate. "

"It's not just demons," Bai added, "Gods, demons, and Buddhas are the same. Hei and I both want to fly into the sky and see the world in the sky. We have been practicing very hard, but we haven't achieved anything for so many years."

"Why?" Fu Chen wondered.

Bai looked at Hei who was following behind, "Because Hei has no eyes."

Fu Chen was still puzzled, "Then how can I have eyes?"

"You can help me." A hoarse and deep voice suddenly sounded.

Fuchen looked at Hei in surprise, he kept silent, thinking he couldn't speak.

Just as the monk was about to speak, Fu Chen had already said, "How can I help you?"

The monk looked at the floating dust, lowered his eyes, and silently twirled the beads without speaking.

"Do you have two leaves?" Hei said, walking in front of Fuchen.

"Yes."

"As long as you give me a leaf." Hei said, facing the floating dust directly.

The hand that twisted the beads paused.

Fuchen replied crisply again, "Okay." Then he used the left blade to tear off the right blade.

"Huh?" Fuchen was stunned for a while, and then rolled all over the floor, "It hurts, hurts, hurts."

"It hurts! Ah! It hurts!" The grass rolled around on the ground and hit the trees violently.

The monk approached, but before he got close, he saw the grass rolling away.

Fuchen resisted the pain and sobbed, muttered aggrievedly, "It hurts so much", stood up trembling, the roots were bent, and the stems and leaves were full of water, as if they had cried watery.The broken wound has golden sap.

Xiaocao walked up to Hei, held up her own leaves with the remaining leaves, and handed them over, "Here."

Hei froze for a moment, and asked, "Are you really giving it to me?" Then he regretted it.

Demons also pay attention to cause and effect.

He asked, if Fuchen doesn't give it, it's nothing.

"En." Fuchen replied, enduring the pain in his body.

"No regrets?" Hei saw the golden light in the black.Nobody gives up their body.

"You keep your eyes well. Don't break them again." Fuchen trembled, all his energy was on enduring the pain.

Hei Momo took it and whispered, "I will."

Bai looked at Black and was overjoyed.Turning around and seeing Fuchen, he showed a sad face, walked up to Fuchen, stretched out his hand, and a drop of white dew dripped from his hand, "This is Wuyulu, it's good for your wounds."

White dew dripped on the wound, slowly wrapping the wound gel.

The floating dust soon felt less unbearable.It still hurts, but it doesn't have the itch to scratch.

"Let's go, I'll take you out." Bai said, continuing to lead the way.

The monk looked at Hei, clasped his palms together and said "Amitabha", and followed him.

Hei grabbed the green leaf in his hand, and he couldn't see anyone in the white mist. The green leaf on Hei's hand gradually turned golden...

"That's it. You can go out along this path." Bai said.

At some point, they were walking along a path.Although it is still foggy, the field of vision is much clearer, at least the road can be seen.

"Thank you." Fuchen said.

Bai Xiaoxiao said, "Fuchen, we will meet again. I hope you will ascend as soon as possible."

Fu Chen was baffled, saw that the monk had moved forward, and followed the monk to leave.

Walking along the path, it became completely clear as we walked, and when we turned back, we found that they were already on the side of another mountain.

The mountain on the opposite side is full of fog, a completely foggy mountain.

Suddenly, the white mist evaporated, and there was a large object churning in the foggy mountain.

Fu Chen stared at it, only to hear a long groan, "Well——" a dragon appeared in Wushan breaking through the fog!Circling around the mountain.

"Monk, look! There is a dragon!" Fuchen exclaimed.

While the black dragon was churning, white mist rose up, wrapping around the black dragon.The black dragon flies straight to the sky as if wearing auspicious clouds.

"Wow, it's a real dragon, it's a real dragon." Fu Chen jumped up, very excited.

The monk smiled, "That's not a real dragon, it's a Jiaolong, which is different from a dragon."

The dust is gone, listen carefully.

"Jiao still needs to descend to the mortal world to become a real dragon." The monk explained.

"Huh?" Is it so troublesome?

It rained in the sky.

The monk was on his way in the rain.The outline of the mountain rises up with rain and fog, leisurely upwards.The ground was dripping with water, muddy and sticky to shoes.

The monk avoided the puddle and walked slowly.The coir raincoat in his pocket was draped over his body.

Fuchen urged the monk how to overcome the catastrophe.

"Jiao doesn't have the full lineage of a real dragon. It is against the law of heaven to become a real dragon. It is very difficult to cross the thunder calamity."

"They thought of using the power of people. When Jiao is crossing the tribulation, if a person can say that he is a dragon, it is equivalent to being recognized by people, and Jiao will be recognized by the heavens. The thunder tribulation during the tribulation will be much smaller."

"This method has also evolved into another form, which is to go down to the world to help others achieve success. If the popularity of that person is recognized by the Dao of Heaven, it can also weaken Lei Jie."

"So, Jiaolong is still one calamity away, and this calamity must be helped by someone."

The monk explained.

"Then you can help him." Fu Chen said.

The monk shook his head, "The poor monk is outside the world of mortals, and he is not considered a real person, so he cannot help him very well."

Help can also help, but Jiao will have to repay his kindness even more in the future, otherwise the day of his ascension will be the time when he explodes the dragon.

"Where is the gap between the jiao and the real dragon?" Fuchen was confused.

Can't you not be Jackie Chan?So troublesome.

"The main difference is that the jiao has only one horn. Although it can fly in the sky for a short time, it still has the influence of the original snake. It can only dance and control water."

"The dragon has two horns, can fly in the sky, and can control and distribute water," said the monk.

"Wow."

What the monk didn't say is that the Jiao's single horn is the leaf of the floating dust, and it is also the dragon's horn of the floating dust.But Jiao owed her the grace of salvation, and he must repay it in the future.There is also the fog monster, which transformed into a cloud with the help of Jiao's power, which is also the cause and effect of being stained with floating dust.

That place just now is the dragon vein.The jiao that grows there and rushes out first is contaminated with the dragon energy of the mountains and rivers, and will definitely have a chance to attack the real dragon in the future.

Meanwhile, the Royal Palace.

The golden dragon on the emperor's body was running slower, he was much older, and his face had more white beards.

Zunwangfu.

Gentleman looked up to the sky to see the rain, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, he was afraid that it would be a big trouble.I have to go to the dragon's veins!
"Housekeeper, prepare the horses to go out of the city. No one will be left in the mansion, and hurry to the high ground!" The gentleman said nothing, the black mist on his body suddenly became a bit thicker, and the black dragon kept churning.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the monk and Fu Chen were trapped on the mountain and could not go down.

At the beginning, there was just a flowing stream at the foot of the mountain, but it soon became a rushing river, with an astonishing momentum.

The monk frowned and jumped to the top of the mountain to watch.The mountains and river valleys are all flooded!
The monk ran to see the foggy mountain.The fog has all disappeared, revealing the original mountain appearance, but it is a beautiful mountain with towering walls, majestic and majestic, shocking the crowd.Combined with its lofty mountains and mountains stretching for thousands of miles, there is nothing wrong with being the leader here.

The monk flew straight into the sky and looked down at the land, only to see that the vast land was actually a river, surging, coming here.

If you look closely, some mountains have been washed away by the water and become river beds.

The mountains and rivers in the world changed their course, and the water flow showed the momentum of three giant dragons, rushing here.

Dragon veins are dangerous!

"Floating dust!" the monk yelled, "Check the water potential! We must hurry!" The monk flew in the air, "We must stop the water dragon from encircling and suppressing the mountain dragon!"

If the Wushan Mountain (dragon head) is flooded, the world will change.

Haimen Village.

Mr. Yan took all the villagers to the highest mountain to avoid water.

Thanks to Fuchen, the abyss she created just became a pool for storing water, and the nearby mountains could accommodate people to settle down temporarily.

Mr. Yan looked at the sky and sighed. The rain was so heavy that the tail of the dragon was about to be submerged. I don't know what happened to the head of the dragon.

However, as a mountain god, he cannot leave the mountain.

Fuchen, holy monk, it's up to you.

Royal Palace.

"Your Majesty, the king has left the city without permission. He ordered [-] troops to control the flood. I'm afraid..." The old man paused, then sighed, "When the true control of the water comes back, the throne has changed."

The emperor said nothing.

"But this water must be controlled by people. Your Majesty, according to my ministers, there are priorities. The water is so urgent that you may not be able to go out of the city when you go back and forth to the palace. The prince is anxious to control the water for the sake of the world, and for the sake of the emperor." A young man said .

"Isn't there a holy monk?" someone said.

The young man knelt down on one knee, "Your Majesty, the water level in the world has skyrocketed, and the imperial city has already risen three feet. There must be something wrong with the dragon's veins. The holy monks are not as good as the prince in knowing the geographical layout. They may not be able to control the water in time, and the dynasty will be annihilated! This trip is bound to control the water. If he fails, he will be the first to die. Your Majesty, such loyalty is a testament to heaven and earth."

The emperor still didn't speak, his eyes rolled and scanned slowly.Sweep to one person.

The man shrank, hiding his figure.

"Ying Kun, you are my second prince. You follow your uncle to control the water." The emperor said.

The man stood up and cupped his hands, "Yes."

(End of this chapter)