Feeding Jiao

Jiao said impatiently: "I can't remember clearly!"

The sword light flashed, Jin Long's eyes became serious, and he saw the four spirits and eight trigrams engraved on the end of the hilt—Taoism?

Jiao was dissatisfied and said: "I saw you fighting with the female fish that day, and you didn't hide or evade. Why did you change me and hide so quickly?"

Jinlong: "..."

He was silent for a while, his figure turned into a phantom, and when he stood still again, Jiao came back to his senses, his hands were already empty.

The sound of "Qing Dang" sounded, and the sword engraved with the Dao pattern fell to the golden dragon's feet, and soon turned into a light and shadow, and disappeared.

Jiao: "..."

King Jiao stared at the place where the long sword disappeared, and did not speak for a long time.

Jinlong didn't realize the danger yet, he grabbed Jiao and tried to bring him inside.

"Bastard, did you knock down my sword?" Jiao pushed the golden dragon away, and formed a series of air blades in his hand, sending them all towards the golden dragon.

Jin Long originally thought that this matter had come to an end, but he didn't expect Jiao's sudden attack, and his aura was even fiercer than before.He hastily stepped back to the corner of the wall, and saw an air blade in front of him transforming into three sharp icicles, blocking the direction.

Its power is astounding, and I am afraid that it is nothing more than treating the enemy.

Jin Long's face sank, and he tried his best to avoid this unreasonable attack, but suddenly a tail slashed off his head, making his face completely cold.

"You heartless hard rock, I'm not even willing to touch you with a single finger, but you're better off, you'll be ruthless."

"Hard Stone" King Jiao not only didn't back down, but his eyes were shining brightly, and said: "I haven't exercised my muscles and bones for a long time, come and fight with me."

"..." Jin Long was silent for a moment, his face was apathetic and indifferent, "Fight? According to your style of fighting, if it were someone else, he would have died long ago."

Jiao choked for a moment, glanced to the sides, and said guiltily, "You...you can't...you can't hide."

"When have I been on guard against you? If anyone in this world can hurt me, is there anyone else besides you?"

Jiao: "..."

Jin Long lowered his face and was stunned by Jiao's words, as if he had done some evil things that cannot be tolerated by nature, which aroused his almost complete sense of shame.

However, the shame was only fleeting, and was soon suppressed by the desire to be strong.

"Then you should be on guard now. After practicing for such a long time, it's time to try the effect." Jiao was ready to move, and was very persistent in the sparring.

Jinlong: "..."

It is impossible to fight, but it is possible to let the white-eyed dragon know the importance of attacking.

Jin Long said: "Speaking of swordsmanship, I had some exposure to it in my early years. One Xiu even gave me a sword manual."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Jiao was unmoved, "You and I compete, you don't need these mortal weapons!"

Jinlong: "..."

Jiao snorted coldly: "I know that Senior Jinlong has good luck, and his cultivation is unimpeded. I also know that I am not your opponent."

Jin Long pricked up his ears, feeling that what he said after intuition would be unusual.

"But it doesn't conflict with us having a fight."

Jiao tightened his belt, and said: "No matter how deep your cultivation is, you can't lose the ability to fight. You can't fight this one, you can't kill that one, I'm almost suffocated to death! If you don't want to, I'll find ashes Carry them on your back!"

Jin Long stood for a long time, and understood that King Jiao wanted to fight to relieve boredom, after thinking about it, he felt that it was a way to cultivate feelings, so he replied: "Okay."

He raised his hand, wanting to straighten Jiao's loose robe first.

"Wait!" Jiao stopped alertly, "No spells."

Jin Long thought for a while and nodded.

Jiao transformed into the original form again, and said seriously: "Use the original form for comparison."

After half an hour—

Following the two roars that resounded through the sky, two figures, one black and one golden, soared out of the largest palace in the center of Jiao Palace.

Before the nearby monsters could react, they felt the earth tremble, and the corner of the towering building broke and fell.And the instigator is biting and fighting in the corridor.

It's over, it's over, it's over.

I have long felt that the fact that my king and Jinlong are together is extremely unreliable, but today they finally turned against each other, so let's say goodbye?

Look at the swirling dust, look at the collapsed wall, and those two huge long bodies!

I saw the black long dragon with fierce momentum, pouncing and biting, chasing after the golden dragon fiercely!

The golden dragon swept and hooked its long tail, wrapped around Jiao's neck, turned around and opened its mouth to bite——

The castration was ferocious, and the retreat was swift, barely staying for a moment, when all the monsters held their breath, he stuck out his tongue and licked lightly towards the Jiao's broken horn in a calm manner.

The whole Jiao stood on the spot, and his tense body suddenly relaxed. The long black strip was slanted on the golden dragon's back, with a look of indifference to life and death.

The demons: "..."

This, the end is too hasty, right?

Could it be said that Jiao Wang's Achilles' heel is on his forehead?Many years later, there was a naive monster who believed it was true, and struck at the forehead several times when he was provoking the Jiaowang. The treasured magic weapon was destroyed once, and the end was extremely tragic.

But at this moment, none of the monsters had the time to ponder these things in depth, and they all just watched the two long strips that ruined the house suddenly die down, leaving a mess on the ground, cuddling each other and going back to the hall.

The number of repairs in the past few years has to catch up with the past 100 years!

A few years later, Jiao is still Jiao.Even after working hard all day, the forehead is still flat.

One day, Jinlong suddenly left for Lingshan, and when he came back, he brought many talismans and magic weapons, and even a huge alchemy furnace.

Jiao asked why, but Jinlong didn't answer, but he stopped obsessing around Jiao all day long, and would enter the closed door alone every now and then, and when he was with Jiao, he would look up at the sky from time to time.

Jiao faintly had a premonition, so he spent the whole day in the Warm Pond on the back mountain, which was requisitioned by Jinlong as a retreat place, and when he came out, he greeted him with burning eyes.

Finally, after one dusk, Jinlong opened the restraint, and in front of Jiao, took out the things hidden in his belly one by one.

"I want to transform into a dragon?" Jiao asked uncontrollably.

Jin Long hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

"It's this month."

Jiao didn't ask Jinlong how to calculate it, in short he wouldn't tease himself.He watched as Jinlong put out the magic tools to resist the thunder disaster with a stern expression, told him the method and effect of using them, took out many bottles and jars, and gave him instructions.

Jiao asked: "The thunder calamity is as powerful as the thunder pool?"

"A drop of water is like a river."

Jiao was stunned for a moment, then asked again: "Are you preparing these things these days?"

Jin Long said: "Not enough."

Jiao said expressionlessly: "...the look in your eyes makes me feel like I'm going to die."

Jin Long nodded, halfway through the nod, he suddenly felt something was wrong, abruptly turned his head halfway and shook his head.

"Don't talk nonsense!" He solemnly said: "Be prepared, you have done too much evil, and there will be nothing good to eat in all likelihood!"

Jiao: "...that doesn't sound like a good word."

In the next month, Jinlong pulled Jiao into the back mountain for restraint, and while making the magic weapon of the calamity, he strengthened the protective magic circle. The alchemy furnace dug from nowhere was burning raging all day long.

Jiao saw the golden dragon worryingly add a few drops of dragon blood to the stove several times, he opened his mouth and held back; it was not until he noticed that the golden dragon started to stare blankly at his pure gold tail that he realized that something was wrong. OK.

This sense of inadequacy was fully confirmed when he witnessed the golden dragon trying to pluck off a dragon scale.

"Why are you crazy!" Jiao felt unbelievable, "That day the dragon's thunder disaster was nothing more than that, I... no matter how evil I am, I can't match him."

In the light golden pupils were clearly written the words "That's not sure".

Jiao was silent for a moment, then said: "Stupid dragon, why are you... more impatient than me?"

Jinlong has always been calm and calm, even in dangerous situations, he will not have major emotional changes; Jiao once attributed it to "there is nothing in this world that can stop Jinlong"...

But now, Jin Long's sense of uneasiness is almost ready to come out.

"No, you'd better go up to Lingshan with me, if you really can't bear it, then hide in the prison."

Jin Long frowned, showing extreme irritability all over his body, he held Jiao's hand and refused to let go for a moment.

——As if a thunderbolt was about to strike in the next second and smash him into ashes.

Jiao thought to himself, if the ancestors of the Jinlong clan knew that one day, the mountain prison they painstakingly built would be used by future generations as a barrier to calamity, how would they feel?

Jiao felt that Jinlong was too nervous, but he couldn't help being emotionally affected, Hualong's joy and anticipation were running low...so the two long faces faced each other coldly all day long, with solemn and serious expressions.

Fortunately, the time of waiting was spent in the restricted area of ​​the back mountain, otherwise all the monsters big and small in the Jiao Palace would have to endure another panic.

This month has been extremely long.

Jiao counted the pills in the bottle, and when he counted to "32", he suddenly got up and rushed towards Jin Longsheng who was waiting in full force.

"Stupid dragon! A month has passed! Where did the tribulation thunder come from?"

Fearful and eagerly awaiting, Jiao thought he was tens of thousands of years old, and this kind of turbulent emotion hadn't appeared for a long time.Jin Long was fine, a few words made his mood fluctuate, but in the end, nothing happened? !

"I'll take another look."

With a straight face, Jinlong looked up at the sky, and finally said: "Why is there no more?"

Jiao: "..."

The predicted thunder catastrophe did not come true, Long Jiao looked at each other in blank dismay, no one could say whether to breathe a sigh of relief or sigh again.Jiao jumped into the pool with a "plop", and at the bottom of the pool was placed a white jade "invited" by Jinlong himself from Lingshan.The Jiao pan lay in a ball, and gently stuck its tail to its broken horn pit.

Xu Jinlong knew that he had made a mistake in his calculation, which made Jiao Kong so happy, he didn't dare to push forward, so he could only wait on the shore.

When the night was getting darker, Jiao quietly crawled out from the bottom of the pool. He first looked at the gray sky in the distance for a while, and then looked not far away - the golden dragon was resting with its eyes closed, its thick belly undulating slightly, and its tail stretched all the way , casually placed on the edge of the pool, a small half of which is submerged in the water.

Hei Jiao stood up, smoothed his half-wet long hair behind his ears, walked over barefoot, and stepped on the dragon's belly.

The scales are hard and warm.He moved his toes and rubbed them a few times.

The golden dragon didn't respond, so Jiao bent down and hugged the huge dragon's head slowly.

"Wow -" the water sounded softly, and the dragon's tail swept across the water, swinging a few times.

"I might...have no chance of transforming into a dragon." Jiao's tone was very calm.

Jin Long seemed to sense something, and opened his eyes.

"Maybe it's really like what you said, you've done too much evil and you've been punished."

Seeing that the golden dragon opened his mouth to speak, he lowered his head, put his forehead against the dragon's head, and sighed: "But it's okay, anyway, after transforming into a dragon, I will still live the same life as you."

The next day, there was no trace of Long Jiao in the Jiao Palace.

Or to put it another way, all the monsters only thought that Long Jiao was retreating again, but they didn't know that they had already left Linyin Mountain by taking advantage of Xiaoguang.

The world is so big, each has its own scenery.

The mortal world is in full bloom in spring, the mountains and plains are full of wild flowers, the breeze is gentle, and the sun is warm.On the sheep intestine trail in the mountains, the villagers of Yishan strolled to the village carrying firewood.

Looking into the distance, you can already see the cloth flying high above.It is painted with a mythical beast that looks like a dragon but not a dragon. Legend has it that it was this mythical beast that quelled the century-old flood and rescued the ancestors from the hands of monsters.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of years have passed, and the men and women who almost made sacrifices to the "false river god" back then, only one centenary old woman is still alive in the world.In her later years, she liked to wear a red dress that resembled a sacrificial dress, and waited by the calm river day and night.

People who have witnessed the beast have passed away one after another, leaving only the poorly painted banner.

"The Jiao flag at the entrance of the village has faded, let the best embroiderer in the village make a new one."

The old woman half-closed her eyes, and her cloudy eyes could no longer see clearly the juniors around her.

"Mother-in-law, I heard that Jiao is a monster that stirs up troubles." The bride who married to Yishan for the first time did not believe the rumors in the mountain, "If it is really a divine beast that calms floods and thunder disasters, it should be a real dragon!"

The old woman shook her head, instead of sternly accusing the young woman, she said, "It's Jiao, it can't be wrong."

The bride frowned, somewhat dissatisfied with the stubborn old man, but did not continue to refute.

The best embroiderer in the village is the youngest daughter of the Wang family, but that was before the bride got married, and her embroidery skills were superb. Even before she came out of the court, some nobles in the town would invite her to do the work.

So, the work of embroidering the dragon flag was handed over to her.

She took the old dragon pattern and observed it carefully.

I don't know which crappy painter drew it, not to mention the crooked lines, and the ink is blurred.The bride thought, if she really embroidered the dragon flag on the drawing paper, she would only embroider an ugly monster.

After pondering for a moment, she took out the drawing paper again, took out the brush and ink, lightly pressed the tip of the pen with her lips and tongue, and then dipped in the ink to slowly draw new dragon patterns.

With four claws and long tails, the new dragon pattern gradually became more vivid under her pen, and its momentum was also stronger than the original one. When the sun was setting, she finally stopped writing and smiled satisfiedly at the drawing paper, but But the smile froze when he saw Jiao's head.

She hesitated.

How could such a powerful Jiao not have a pair of majestic horns?

With a wave of the pen, a pair of beautiful horns appeared on that majestic black flood dragon.

She was completely satisfied, and couldn't help thinking of her guesses during the day, and couldn't help but murmured to the drawing paper: "How could it be a jiao, it should be a dragon!"

"what happened?"

At the market in Yishanwang Village, Jinlong turned his head to look at Jiao who suddenly stopped, and asked.

Jiao shook his head, pulled himself out of that strange feeling, met Jin Long's worried gaze, and immediately said: "After a while, you can go and find that wonton stall that day is still there? "

Jin Long laughed and said, "I don't want to buy it and find you in the monster's den."

Jiao raised his eyebrows, his eyes touched the blue-green seedlings in the distance, and said regretfully: "It's a pity that the season is not right, I'm afraid there will be no rice for you to cut this time."

Jinlong: "..."

Bringing up the past, still such a shameful past, Jiao couldn't help feeling better, and felt more and more that revisiting the old place was a good choice.

It's not a big deal to double cultivate all day long. If it's true that he can't become a dragon in the whole life, then he will spend the rest of his time on that kind of thing.

After the "failure to transform the dragon", Jiao learned from the pain and buried himself in the bottom of the pond for a long time, but he finally let go.

Transforming into a dragon is a must, but there is no rush.

He transformed into a dragon to be strong, but now he is strong enough.

Even if they really encounter a difficult enemy, there will still be Jinlong sitting in charge.

Jiao Ke had never had the noble character of fighting one against one, so he didn't believe that if he joined forces with the Golden Dragon, there would still be a monster that he couldn't beat.

With a change in mentality, Jiao, whose obsession with Hualong slightly faded, decided to temporarily put aside his double cultivation and go for a stroll with Jinlong.

It was Jinlong's idea to choose to come to the world.

"Isn't the incense in Qingxu Palace in full bloom?" Jin Long was a little concerned about the sword engraved with the Eight Diagrams of the Four Spirits, and said, "It would be a meritorious deed to bring out this group of deceitful people."

As soon as Jiao heard it made sense, he agreed to go to the human world.

Passing through Yishan Mountain brought back memories of the past.The day before Jiao took out the vision stone to show Jinlong the stupid things he did after he lost his memory, he laughed all the way, and was suddenly dragged down by the golden dragon, so he simply walked around to have a look.

"I remember asking them to draw new dragon patterns." Jiao pointed to the dragon flag hanging not far away, walked over quickly, pulled it off, and compared them in front of Jinlong, "Can you see that they are half similar?"

Jin Long: "...a villager in the mountains, it's not surprising that he can't write well."

The more Jiao watched, the more dissatisfied he became: "It doesn't look like it at all." A long black line connected with four short lines, only a rough outline can be seen, which is far from the mighty and extraordinary original form of King Jiao. inside.

On one side, Jiao was disgusted by the flag that seemed to be his own, and on the other side, the wonton stall owner whose flag was pulled was blackened.

"Where did you come from outsiders! How did you tear down the dragon flag?!"

The voice of the stall owner yelling for many years is not low, and pedestrians stop one after another.

"That's the patron saint of our village, don't offend it! Return it quickly!"

"My God, how can you do such a wicked thing?"

"The appearance is Zhou Zheng, but the fact that you can do it is nothing to worry about."

……

Jiao indifferently held the ugly and unrecognizable Jiao flag, and asked, "Is this Jiao?"

The stall owner said: "Of course! The young man has good eyesight!"

Jiao: "..." Heh.

The stall owner stretched out his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it, for the sake of your foresight, if you return it, I won't bother with you."

The real deity has not yet shown such an ugly appearance, but these ordinary people are the first to make up their minds.

"It's too ugly." Jiao said coldly, raised his hand, and the Jiao flag turned into powder in an instant and disappeared.

The villagers were startled and backed away.

Just when Jinlong was about to grab Jiao, he only heard the other party say: "Redraw."

Villager: "..."

In the end, Jiao's attempt to show his original shape and make people repaint a copy fell through in vain.

Not only because there is a golden dragon staring at it, but also because the fragrance in the main pot of the wonton stall aroused Jiao's interest.The technique of shattering the flag on the spot shocked all the villagers present.Under tremendous pressure, the wonton stall owner served Jiao a bowl of small fresh meat wontons.

No need to pay.

Jinlong: "..."

Unexpectedly, Jiao's initial wish to eat the Overlord's Meal finally came true.

——The rice is all cut in vain.

Long Jiao sat on the wonton stall for a whole hour.

Once the two young men with extraordinary looks and outstanding temperament sat there, they became the scenery of the whole village.Thinking back to the time when he broke his leg and was thrown by the golden dragon onto the short pier, Jiaozi remained motionless.

Before he had an attack, there was commotion in the crowd, and someone yelled.

"The little lady from Brother Li's family has embroidered a new flag!"

People from the whole street rushed over.

Jiao asked suspiciously, "New flag?"

Jin Long: "Go and see?"

Jiao: "Let's go."

The new Jiao flag is exceptionally beautiful, the Jiao is no longer a simple five lines, but has become a real Jiao with scales and armor.I saw it with its neck held high, its four claws piercing through the clouds and mist, and the pair of dragon horns on its forehead are particularly energetic.

The villagers burst into enthusiastic applause.

They are located in a remote place, and they don't have any gorgeous silk threads. In addition, it is said that the dragon is indeed a black dragon, and the bride didn't go to the extra effort to embroider a colorful dragon, so she only used pure black silk thread.

However, it seems that the black and white colors are too monotonous, so she came up with a novel idea. Dragon Jiao has always had the ability to fly clouds and fog, so she added white clouds and decorated them with yellow lines to act as wisps of sunlight. Dense, only a few faint strokes, one of which is slightly shorter, which happened to land on Jiao's chest and abdomen.

At first glance, it is indeed exquisite and beautiful, but after a long time, some villagers found something wrong.

"Little lady, why did you add a pair of horns to the river god?"

"That's right, He Shen's body is pure black, what is this yellow line you patched up?"