Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

"The Nibelungen, the legendary country of the dead."

"The sky is gray there because the water element has been killed."

"The earth is the boundless earth element, and it has also been killed."

"The four elements that constitute the world in mythology are all but dead bodies in the Nibelungs."

"That is the alchemist's paradise, the place that all alchemists dream of reaching."

"Just pick up a handful of soil, and its preciousness is far greater than the equivalent price of gold. It is an unparalleled alchemical material."

"Even, enough to refine it."

Angre said the word softly, as if he was afraid that if the sound was louder, it would disturb the sleeping ghosts and gods.

"The Philosopher's Stone."

The vice-principal squinted his eyes and seemed to be deep in thought.

"I know you have a mulatto friend from the East."

He paused, as if arranging his next words. ,

"He, really?"

Hell, the vice-principal felt like his heart was about to explode. He bet he'd never been more excited than when he'd slept with the first girl in his life.

However, it’s no wonder.

That's the Nibelungen.

Moreover, it is the Nibelung in human hands.

The vice-principal licked his lips, and he was surprised to find that his lips were peeling from being too nervous, but these were just details. At this moment, he only cared about Angers words.

Everything about the original Lion Heart Club has become an untouchable inconvenience to this old man. No one can touch him. Anyone who touches him will fight with his life. You will live and die until death.

This is a complete lunatic.

Therefore, the vice-principal knew that Angers had a friend named Lu Shanyan, and that Lu Shanyan came from an ancient country in the Far East. Even Kassel’s honorary alumnus Lu Lincheng and the young man Lu Mingfei just now were Lu Shanyan. He knew all about Shan Yan's descendants.

But he didn't mention a word about Angers and Lu Shanyan's past.

As long as Angers doesn't take the initiative to speak, whoever dares to mention it must be prepared to receive the monstrous wrath of the legendary dragon slayer.

Leonardo was an elegant and wise alchemist, how could he be as knowledgeable as a butcher?

Simply put, it can't be beaten.

And today, finally, this dragon-like mourner, who was also the gravekeeper at Cassel Manor that summer, chose to speak.

"You do know them."

Angers stared into the eyes of the vice-principal. An old lion was also a lion, not to mention that this was a lion king who could fight dragons. There seemed to be hot lava flowing silently in his eyes, which was a fire that could not be extinguished even after a hundred years.

"very good."

The vice-principal relaxed, with a sly smile on his face, like a fox stealing a chicken.

"Let's just talk about it. I heard the teacher talk about the mixed breeds in that ancient country."

"As for you, you also have information provided by Lu Shanyan."

He clapped his hands.

"Aha, how perfect."

"It's like a puzzle, you know my old friend, only by finding as many pieces as possible can we restore the original appearance of the treasure map."

The vice-principal rubbed his hands excitedly and couldn't wait to see Angers.

"Come on, let me count to three, two, and one, and say his name together."

"interesting."

Angers smiled.

He smiled really kindly, like a respected educator.

"Playing games is the secret to staying young."

The vice principal pouted.

"Hey, let me start."

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

The legendary dragon slayer and the peak alchemist master looked into each other's eyes and said the name in unison.

"Hidden door."

The name is the best explanation. The so-called Hidden Sect is a hybrid organization unique to ancient China, a hidden sect.

Similar to the Dragon Slaying Secret Party in Europe and the Sheqi Eight Families in Japan.

But unlike these two, the biggest feature of the Hidden Gate is its mystery.

The history of the war between the secret party and the dragons has not been cut off since ancient times. The tomb gardens of each dragon-slaying family are filled with crosses, as dense as a forest of dead trees. However, there are only a few families left, and most of them have been annihilated in the long history. People in history don't even have a few words.

Kassel is a good example.

Strictly speaking, the Cassel family in Italy, which was determined by blood, has died out and cut off its inheritance. The last Cassel died in the summer a hundred years ago. Although the current school is named after him, there is no one among them. It's the real Kassel.

I wonder if Ange will think of that handsome man and the group of like-minded friends every time he sees the name of the school in Kassel. They died one after another in just one afternoon, leaving him alone to survive.

Talk about blood, talk about spirit, talk about character, talk about age, talk about potential.

He shouldn't be the best candidate to survive.

But it was he who lived.

So, take revenge.

Even if you trade power with the devil.

Also want revenge.

The above is the so-called secret party.

As for the eight Sheqi families in Japan, as we all know, Japan has been a monarchy since ancient times. No matter how the system evolves and introduces new ones, the person on the highest throne will always be the same.

But what ordinary people don't know is that there are two emperors of Japan.

One is the emperor of ordinary people, walking in the sun, but more or less like a puppet.

The real emperor is the head of the eight Sheqi families. He has noble dragon blood flowing in his body, and has unparalleled blood and speech.

His name is Shadow King.

But there are more than just the Secret Party and the Sheqi Family in the world.

At least, no one can ignore that ancient country in the Far East.

In mixed-race societies, the legend of hidden doors has been circulating since ancient times.

Unlike the secret party charging on the front line of the battle against the dragons, and unlike the eight Sheqi families achieving symbiosis in subtle ways, the Hidden Sect in ancient China is aloof from things, and even the mixed-race families in China are rarely heard of. Say his name.

So far, all the legends about the Yinmen are just legends. No one has actually seen the people in the Yinmen, and there are no authentic and credible written records of the Yinmen handed down to the world.

But everyone knows that there is such an organization in that land.

He is powerful and mysterious, and even sent two noble first-generation seed cocoons one hundred years ago.

This was the news that Ange got from Lu Shanyan. At that time, the Chinese man was also full of yearning. The first generation of Lion Heart Society had already prophesied the doomsday. Although the exact time of awakening of several kings was not calculated at that time, they will It is an indisputable fact that people woke up one after another in the next hundred years.

Therefore, the king's soldiers woke up first to clear the way for the king's return.

"We now know that what awakened in China are the two kings of bronze and fire and the earth and mountains."

"So, those executed by the Yinmen back then should also be the first generation of these two lines."

The vice-principal listened attentively. This was rare hidden information. Someone actually sent two noble first-generation species to sleep in succession. It was really a terrifying record.

"Perhaps because of this, Yinmen's vitality was severely damaged by the continuous battles with the two first-generation species, so that all European countries later looked at him with covetous eyes, and even started digging graves everywhere while launching wars."

''Just to find the Peach Blossom Spring.

Finally hearing what he had been dreaming of, the vice-principal tightened his grip on the wine bottle and gradually tightened his grip. The bottle actually had numerous lines on it.

No matter how bad he is at fighting, Leonardo is also a legend. With his bloodline here, there is no way he will be weak.

Does it really exist? ""

he asked dryly.

"Peach Blossom Spring."

"That one was man-made thousands of years ago, the Nibelungs."

Angers looked at him for a while and chuckled.

"I thought you were really old."

After saying that, without beating around the bush, he nodded.

Suddenly, the vice principal's eyes lit up with a burning golden light.

He actually lit up his golden eyes because of his excitement. But before he could exclaim in ecstasy, Angers shook his head again.

The vice-principal almost didn't fight him.

"Butcher, executioner, old pervert, why don't you say what you have to say in one breath? You are playing tricks on me!"

Angers shrugged.

"My friend, he was just guessing."

"Lu Shanyan is not a member of the Hidden Sect, so he only speculates that the Peach Blossom Spring is the existing Nibelung because his family has related records."

"But you also know that the time is too long, and the records of ancestors are no different from legends, so the credibility is really doubtful."

"Is that so? Is that so?"

The vice-principal muttered.

"Turns out he isn't either."

The vice-principal originally thought that Angers' friend would be a hidden man.

After all, judging from the performances of Lu Lincheng and Lu Mingfei, Lu Shanyan's bloodline should not be low. In addition, he came all the way from China, is mysterious and powerful, and fits the characteristics of a descendant of the Hidden Sect.

But unfortunately, neither is he.

"It's your turn

Angers gestured politely.

"I also listened to what the teacher said."

The vice principal took a sip of wine.

"Tell me first, old man, what is your impression of Hidden Gate?"

Angers pondered.

"Powerful, mysterious, and seems to have a special fighting skill, which they named Wu."

The vice-principal gently shook the whiskey, and the liquid swirled, reflecting his old face.

"No, one-sided, too one-sided."

He spoke slowly and leisurely in the tone of ancient masters teaching their students.

"Hidden Gate, you said before that the Nibelungs are the holy land of alchemists."

"Actually, so is the Hidden Gate."

"They call alchemists alchemists, alchemists, and gas refiners."

"The alchemy matrix that we are proud of, they also have a complete and systematic inheritance. It seems to be called a formation or something else."

"Even the Nibelungs."

The associate professor was almost talking in his sleep.

"Artificial Nibelungs, kill the elements of a world and resurrect them. In theory, Nibelungs can be created in this way, but how big does this so-called world have to be, and how much time does it actually take? In an instant Or a day or even a year, if it's just an instant, how powerful is it to kill the boundless elements in an instant and resurrect them in the same instant."

He shook his head.

"And according to legend, the Hidden Gate has a Nibelung that belongs to them."

"The article written by Tao Yuanming during the Jin Dynasty was only thought by later generations to be his beautiful fantasy, but who knows that the fisherman really went to the Peach Blossom Spring and why he could not go back later."

The vice principal sneered.

"Rules, rules."

"It is said that the Nibelungs have their own rules and a complete operating system. The old man in the village clearly told the fisherman not to tell outsiders. This is a contract. It is strange that he can still get it back. "

PS: This chapter has 3,000 words, because I spent a little time introducing the Nibelung Secret Party and the Eight Sheqi Families, so I’ll add more to avoid everyone feeling it’s too vague.

I tried my best to write it in my own words. Except for the Nibelungen, which is similar to the original text of the Dragon Clan, the rest are descriptions I came up with based on the Dragon Clan's worldview.

To be honest, it is too painful for my writing colleagues to read the original text of Dragon Race. It is like you are on a train leading to a cliff. The radio reminds you how long you have to reach the end, and then there is an endless fall, loneliness and Sadness will drown you until you die.

The first time I watched The Dragon was watching my favorite character die without being able to do anything about it.

Every time you watch it after that, you know in your heart that he is going to die but you still want to relive the beauty. His cruelty is no less brutal than Ling Chi.

While writing this book, I went to review Long Yi and Long Er. To be honest, Long Er, I just saw Fenrir vomiting out Xia Mi’s body before death, licking the girl clean bit by bit, and then repeated "Get up, get up, let's play together, sister. Get up, get up, let's play together, sister." It's like a rickety car at the entrance of a small supermarket, singing "Dad's dad is grandpa, mom's mom is grandma" , His innocence is so sad, and it has been built into a wall for thousands of years.

So I couldn't stand it anymore.

Fortunately, there is still a long time before I need to write about the relevant plot. I have quite a long time to collect my emotions and watch the next Long San and reluctant Long Si.

In fact, I still remember the description of Chu Zihang going to Xia Mi's house at the end of Long Er. When I think about it, there is a corresponding scene, but it is very blurry. After all, the last time I saw Long Er was five years ago.

And I also clearly know that after Fenrir's death, it is the description of Chu Zihang going to Xia Mi's house. I will soon be able to see it when I review Long Er.

It's really cruel, isn't it?

The main reason for writing so much is that no matter what the Jiangnan old thief is, Dragon Clan is a good book. At least you and I had him when we were young. To recall this kind of thing, what's the use of denying him and denying your own existence.

The other thing is that some of my settings may be different from the original work, so please forgive me and just assume that Xia Mao Mo has changed it. Maybe I didn’t see it, maybe I ignored it. In fact, I really want to go to the Dragon Clan directly. As for the information, it was just an introduction to the characters appearing on the spiritual watch, etc., but I couldn't find it.

Finally, I considered that after putting it on the shelf, I might go back and delete all the previous PS, so that the readers who come after me can read it much more smoothly. As for the readers who are all following the serial, it is probably okay to listen to Xia Mao's nagging. , just talk around the fire at night.

I would also be very grateful to a few book friends who helped me pick out typos. I looked at this chapter last night and said that I should correct it according to the diagram, and I will post the corrected text later.

You see, Xia Mao has almost written this PS with a thousand words. I wish everyone all the best in the end. I suddenly thought that some words in Chinese are so beautiful. Look at "Ruyi" and then "Chang'an". Just read it. All are eloquent.

So I would think over and over again and revise some sentences, like "Those unique habits of yours are the past that you can never forget no matter how hard you look at them." I revised them more than ten times in two days.

How should I put it? A book must have one or two sentences that can be used as signatures.

Okay, that’s it for now, the update at 6pm is gone, so don’t wait.

Starting from tomorrow, the two chapters will be updated consecutively at 11 noon.

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