Wanjie Invitation

Chapter 349 Chang'an Evil Flood Dragon
The rain on the Tianjie Street is as crisp as the grass, but the grass color is far away but not close.

Dressed in a green robe, Zhang Ying strolled along the streets of Chang'an City, because the light rain did not make the pedestrians on the street scarce.

The bustling crowds are walking fast on the street. Under the blue walls, black tiles, and misty and rainy painted bridges, the streets of Chang'an City are extraordinarily poetic.

But there are also some literati who gathered together to discuss.

"Have you heard? Qin Tianjian Ye Guantianxiang revealed that the recent murders in the city may have been committed by a nearby dragon."

"Shen Yan, now the city is full of turmoil, and you are still talking about illusory things here."

"What's the matter?" Seeing that his companions did not recognize him, the young man was not convinced: "You still don't believe what's wrong? It is said that a monk killed himself the day before yesterday in order to slay the dragon. It looks so miserable."

"Be careful, be careful, Han Zhubo is here, and now Han Zhubo doesn't want to listen to monks, so stop talking about it."

Hearing a group of scholars discussing the fusion, Zhang Ying already knew that the plot had just begun, and that it might not be long before Emperor Donghua, the future Lu Dongbin, would kill Jiaolong.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, he saw a plump and elegant man striding over and yelled at a group of students: "If you dare to say such boastful things again, I will definitely punish you severely."

After hearing this, a student hurriedly lowered his head and bowed to the man to leave, but the man turned his gaze to Zhang Ying.

After hesitating for a while, the man stepped forward to Zhang Ying and said apologetically, "Han Yu, these are my students, because the scholars actually talked about cultivating the Tao, which made the little brother laugh. Is the little brother from Chang'an city?" , why I have never seen it before."

Well, this is the Tang Dynasty, and the emperor is Tang Xuanzong. I didn’t expect that after Zhang Ying arrived in this world, the first person he saw was not Yang Yuhuan, who was ashamed of the moon, nor the peerless swordsman who squatted in sake and fought ten thousand times. Li Qinglian is not even the Eight Immortals of Shangdong among the protagonists in this world.

This Han Yu and Han Tuizhi who started the ancient prose movement, if he was famous in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, but in the world of Xianxia, ​​his nephew is even smarter, because his nephew is called Han Xiangzi.

It's a pity that Zhang Ying's mission this time is to change the attitude of the leader of Tongtian, not to make friends with the Eight Immortals of Shangdong, and it is not to come out to meet Yang Yuhuan and Bai Mudan.

Seeing Han Yu taking the initiative to say hello to him, Zhang Ying laughed: "It turned out to be Mr. Han, someone is Zhang Ying, but he just arrived in Chang'an City today, but he just heard that a serial murder case happened recently. I don't know how Mr. Han feels about this matter." look at."

"Serial homicide." Han Yu was taken aback when he saw Zhang Ying's straightforward question.

Unexpectedly, this young man said straight to the point: "The serial murder case, Qin Tianjian said that it was caused by Jiaolong. As long as His Majesty summons monks to kill Jiaolong, this matter can be solved, but Li Xiang didn't pay enough attention to it. What kind of conference do you have to go to?"

Speaking of this, Han Yu's face began to look aggrieved and finally sighed: "Little brother, be careful. Recently, even the murder case happened at night. Since the little brother already knows about this matter, then Han will not explain it much. .”

Then, Han Yu turned and left with a sad face...

The night was fading, and it was gradually dimming. As the night fell on the originally noisy street, the newlyweds also packed up their things one after another and rushed to their homes.

Because the recent serial murders have stirred everyone's nerves, and the government has also issued some orders prohibiting travel at night, so Chang'an City in the evening has almost become an empty city.

But Zhang Ying was walking in the streets of Chang'an City alone.

He wants to kill or subdue the dragon, that's right, this dragon is a dragon with self-motivation, a dragon who is not reconciled to his fate, a dragon that never admits defeat.

He thinks that there is nothing wrong with Jiao, and he wants to use his own efforts to evolve into a dragon, so he refined the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, which caused the heavens and monks from all walks of life to chase and kill him.

For the sake of his children, he didn't even eat the flat peaches he had so hard to get. For his daughter-in-law's own dragon tendons, he turned into a magical weapon to defend his daughter-in-law. But these are all different positions. You can become a dragon, but please don't affect others.

In the alleys of Chang’an City, whether it’s the mansions of dignitaries or the ordinary houses of ordinary people, every house is tightly closed, but they all have a common feature, they will light oil lamps or A lantern was hung at the door, trying to use that glimmer of light to ease the fear in my heart.

But in the quiet street, the reflection of the lanterns hanging on the side of the road made the night even more ferocious.

A series of electric currents continued to spread to the surroundings as Zhang Ying walked. At this time, every move of the entire Chang'an City was controlled by him.

With the addition of Xinwang and knowledge and arrogance, everything is under control except for some strong ones.

The ability of Xinwang continued to spread, and then Zhang Ying walked towards a shop beside the river.

Walking along the river, a stench came to my face, which was the unbearable stench of reptiles and aquatic animals.

Then Zhang Ying's Zhenzi turned into a bolt of lightning and rushed towards the dim shop.

At the same time, there was a slight scream in the shop.

The screams in this life are not very loud, even in the dark and deserted night, it will not attract people's attention.

Accompanied by a slight scream, the disgusting fart smell became stronger and stronger.

When Zhang Ying arrived, he saw a man in a black robe with two icy green dragons embroidered on his body, standing indifferently inside the shop.

The man is tall and slender, with bursts of black air lingering around his body, which has been realized in the dark shop, but his hands are constantly dripping with blood, the blood is continuously dripping down the man's fingers, and finally drips It landed on a corpse at his feet.

"Evil dragon."

Zhang Ying frowned and looked at the man in front of him. His methods were cruel and his whereabouts were strange. Coupled with the lingering black energy, especially the monster energy similar to that of the king of demon kings, Monkey King, his identity was self-evident.

"Hey, here comes another meddler." Jiaolong looked at Zhang Ying coldly, his voice was calm, his emotion was like a puddle of stagnant water.

"No, your aura is different from that of ordinary humans." Jiaolong's tone changed, and he looked at Zhang Ying seriously.

At this time, there was a sharp cry of cranes, the sound was very hasty, and it seemed to be piercing the clouds and tearing the silk in the silent city of Chang'an...

(End of this chapter)