Really not a villain

Mu Jiangling swallowed, stared at him, and didn't dare to say anything: "?"

Ying Chen paused and said, "I'm not a snake man."

There was a faint light in the amber eyes, revealing the coercion of looking down on all living beings, which made people feel breathless.

He said, "I am God."

I am God.

Clear three words.

That look clearly told himself that this was not a joke.

Mu Jiangling opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

He was slightly dizzy, as if he had fallen into the water, and a string of light and ethereal bubbles floated in front of him, distorting his vision.His fingertips were cold, his pupils constricted, and he said with great difficulty: "Are you... God?"

Mu Jiangling suddenly felt ridiculous, wouldn't he look like a clown in front of him these days?

"What god are you?"

I can still talk to him calmly, I am probably crazy.

"The God of Prospering Clouds and Bringing Rain."

Mu Jiangling was stunned for a moment, an ancient myth and legend flashed across his mind like lightning, and then suddenly became clear: "You, you are——Ying Long!"

The 500-year-old dragon is the horned dragon, and the [-]-year-old horned dragon is the Yinglong.

Yinglong painted the ground and flows through the spring, which is the god of Xingyun and rain.

Ying Chen was surprised: "You know?"

Mu Jiangling was suddenly excited: "...Really, really???"

He quickly calmed down again.

Just a similar legend.

In this world, it's not that he hasn't heard stories like Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly, so there's nothing to be surprised about.

Mu Jiangling: "Why are you in the mortal world?"

There were blue veins on Ying Chen's forehead, and he grabbed his neck: "I can't go back."

Mu Jiangling rolled his eyes when he was pinched, thinking in his heart that he had to cure his habit of pinching people at every turn.

In a flash of thought, deep in my memory, the few words that fell on the pages of the book gradually became clear.

"Shan Hai Jing Great Wilderness Eastern Classic": "In the northeast corner of the Great Wilderness, there is a mountain named Jili Tuqiu. Yinglong is located in the South Pole. He killed Chi You and Kuafu, and he could not go up again, so there were several droughts. The drought took the shape of Yinglong, which is It was raining heavily.

The thin bracelet on Ying Chen's wrist became louder and louder, and the slender agate pendants on his ears also began to shake.

A strange feeling was about to move in the meridians and dantian, and finally broke out suddenly at a certain moment.

Ying Chen flung him away as if he had touched a hot potato, and held onto his wrist tightly, panting, the strength of his hand was so strong that one couldn't help worrying whether he would crush his wrist.

Mu Jiangling narrowly escaped from death, still in shock, muttered: "Could it be...you still have dragon wings?"

If it is really the same as the legend, Yinglong's wings were polluted by Kuafu's blood, and he would no longer be able to flap his wings straight up ninety thousand miles, return to the place he should go, and be trapped on the earth forever.

Ying Chen stood up slowly, his vertical pupils were frighteningly bloodshot: "I have been waiting for a thousand years for that Sanqing fruit that washes away the filth."

Mu Jiangling finally understood why he wanted his own life, but it didn't make sense: "Then you, you also saved me from falling into the water?"

"Sanqingguo is not ordinary." Ying Chen's eyes were icy cold, "At most one month, it will reunite in your dantian."

Mu Jiangling had an ominous premonition: "...and then?"

"Taking it out won't hurt your life." Ying Chen stared at the position of his dantian, "It's just that you can't gather any more spiritual power."

but?That's all?That's easy to say.

Mu Jiangling twitched the corner of his mouth: "Without my cultivation, I will be killed by those guys sooner or later."

He suddenly remembered that Ying Chen once said, "I won't do useless things".

However, he kept following him, as if he had no malicious intentions.

No wonder, no wonder.

Mu Jiangling actually laughed.

To be honest, he wasn't afraid at all.

He took out the dagger, twirled it on his fingertips, and said, "Let's discuss it."

Mu Jiangling stood up, and met Ying Chen's gaze without fear: "For three months, you are not allowed to use any tricks, and you are not allowed to trip me up. Honestly wait for me to finish my work, otherwise- —”

He adjusted the tip of the knife, and put his backhand on his neck: "Go to the underworld to find your Sanqingguo!"

The firewood in the fire crackled and burst, splashing a few sparks.

Ying Chen took a step forward.

Mu Jiangling took a step back, the sharp blade cut through the skin, leaving a glaring bloodstain.

Ying Chen's indifferent gaze finally flickered: "Why?"

Mu Jiangling: "Why?"

"After one month, I can take you back to my palace in the mortal world." Ying Chen said lightly, "I will keep you worry-free for the rest of your life."

"No." Mu Jiangling flatly refused, "I'm going to Danxia Mountain."

Ying Chen looked at him, maybe the dagger on his neck had played a role, and he was very patient: "What are you going to do?"

Mu Jiangling: "Pick herbs and save lives."

Ying Chen: "If I want to wait three months, then I will let you fend for yourself."

"Okay." It seems that the negotiation is over.Mu Jiangling breathed a sigh of relief, put down the dagger, felt a little weak in hindsight, and said worriedly, "Hey, you won't go back on your word, will you?"

"Heh." The corner of Ying Chen's mouth curved slightly, and suddenly disappeared, and then Mu Jiangling was snatched from the dagger, and his hands were cut behind his back, tightly restrained, "So what if you go back on your word?"

Mu Jiangling couldn't move, and said angrily, "You! You bastard..."

Ying Chen snorted, "Everyone."

These two words spit out from his mouth, like a reserved and proud celebrity, throwing off a folding fan gracefully, half-covering his face and looking at the appalling "calligraphy" spread out on the table, and said gracefully: "Heh , shit."

Mu Jiangling admired himself a little.

At any time, there is still leisure to think about such messy things.

Time is not long, not short.He suddenly found himself able to move.

Mu Jiangling: "?"

Ying Chen: "The fire is about to go out. Besides, I never regret it."

Mu Jiangling: "..."

He still misses those two beggar chickens? ? ? ?

Mu Jiangling found it inconceivable, quite inconceivable.

Think again about the insight of the founder of the mountain about "appetite".

High, really high.

Mu Jiangling picked up the poor dagger that had been thrown away countless times, and remembered something: "Did my sword fall into the lake?"

If it falls into the lake, then——

Mu Jiangling held a beggar chicken that was full of fragrance: "Yingchen, can you..."

Ying Chen: "I can't."

Mu Jiangling: "Then I don't have a weapon anymore, will you protect me?"

Ying Chen glanced at him.

Obviously just a moment ago, he threatened others with a knife rest on his neck.Mu Jiangling reckoned that he had never seen such a brazen person before, so he was very considerate: "I'll take care of the small fish and shrimp, you just need to occasionally make a move when there are powerful characters, for example——Xuan Xi Dust, another example is the emptiness..."

Ying Chen was very cold: "I can't use the power of God in the mortal world."

Mu Jiangling: "But you still..."

Ying Chen: "Water is mine."

The god of Xingyunzhiyu, manipulating some water is not easy, so it doesn't need to use any power.

Mu Jiangling was greatly disappointed, looked at the beggar chicken in his hand, turned his back, tore off a chicken wing, and gnawed on it with relish.

Ying Chen: "?"

He picked up Mu Jiangling's collar with one hand, turned around, and stared at him dissatisfied.

Mu Jiangling spat out the chicken bones while eating, not panicking at all: "One is for me, and the other is for you."

Ying Chen: "It's all mine."

Mu Jiangling: "Bah."

Ying Chen: "An extra meal."

Mu Jiangling was justified: "That was originally used to thank you, but who would have thought that you would have no good intentions! Even if you don't get me any weapons, will you let me fight Qingyuntai with my bare hands in three months' time?"

Ying Chen glanced at the dagger that the "bare-handed man" had just hidden in his boot, and then looked at the appearance of eating happily, it can be said that he is very shameless.He let go of his hand with a look of disgust, and walked up the path in silence.

"Huh?" Mu Jiangling didn't intend to blackmail him, but he really couldn't get into the water, so he made such a bad plan, and the result seemed to piss people off.

In any case, I saved myself, and no matter what the motive is, it is quite unreasonable to know the favor and not repay it.Mu Jiangling called to stop him: "Where are you going?"

Ying Chen: "Get the sword."

…………

Mu Jiangling continued to eat chicken with peace of mind.

By the way, I baked another one for him.

After eating and drinking enough, the two of them set off on the road together while it was still early.

Because of meeting Meng Tingshen, Mu Jiangling didn't buy dry food in Yucheng at all, and he didn't have the courage to enter the city again. He was afraid that people would not leave, so he had to buy enough rations in the next city and continue southward.

Mu Jiangling calculated the route. He started from Huainan Road, crossed Jiangnanxi Road, and arrived at Danxia Mountain. No matter how fast he traveled, he would have to walk for a whole winter.To get the white dew grass, you have to go back. It takes three months to return from Lingnan Road to Shannan West Road. The time I bought is only enough for the way. It seems that the return journey is extremely dangerous.

He couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Once the frost is over, you can't keep walking on the mountain road.

Moreover, I should also prepare some winter clothes.

He stood on the top of the hill and looked around, and he could vaguely see a city in front of him.

"Hello!" Mu Jiangling called back, "We are getting ready to enter the city!"

Ying Chen also came over to look around, and said, "Hurry up."

Looks like this guy got bored in the mountains.Speaking of which, I haven't caught food for several days.

Ying Chen looked at it for a while, the sun had already set halfway down, the hazy blood color painted the whole town, every brick and tile was painted red like Danko, the beauty was thrilling.

He said, "Are you going to drive at night again?"

"Ah."

After a long silence, he said again: "Who is the person you want to save?"

Mu Jiangling was swinging his sword to cut off the tree branch that was in the way, when he heard that, he paused and said, "Friend."

"friend?"

"Yes, a very dear friend." Mu Jiangling broke off the last branch with all his strength, with a little nostalgia in his eyes, he turned his head and smiled at Ying Chen, "Immortals won't understand."