Banlangen and Giant Lingen

00

The first time Bei Xingtian met Xuan Yijun was in the lava pool of the Demon Realm.

He was seriously injured in the fight with the prince of the Dragon Clan, degenerated into a larva, and was raised in the volcanic veins.

The man, dressed in white, fell into the karmic fire, like floating clouds and snow, standing still among thousands of red lotuses.

Bei Xingtian used his tail to hook up the ten-thousand-year-old red lotus heart behind him, and the scales exploded.

"It's just a small Jiao Jiao, but it's also fierce."

The man smiled slightly, and picked Xiao Jiao aside with his fingers.Little Black Flood Dragon tried his best, but failed to leave a tooth mark on his hand.

The red lotus only grows at the intersection of the center of the earth and the spiritual spring, and the flowering period is very short, once a hundred years.And the lotus heart is a rare thing that can't be found. It is precious to gather the essence of thousands of years to produce such a one.

If it is allowed to be ruined by humans, it would be better...

The little black flood dragon rolled its eyes, grabbed Lian Xin in its mouth and swallowed.

Xuan Yijun quickly grabbed Xiaojiao's throat with his sharp eyes.

"Spit it out."

Those beautiful fox eyes narrowed.

"Otherwise, don't blame me for cutting you open."

Beixingtian trembled, experiencing the horror of human monks for the first time.

01

Xuan Yijun is a human race, and his biological mother is a saint of Tianshan Mountain. He was poisoned by the enemy and fell into the ancient cold pool, where he was boneless and lost.

His son was rescued by the current head of the Ling Xiao Sect, but he suffered from incurable cold and suffered from the cold poison every night.

Xiaojiao was pinched so weakly that her heart melted in her mouth, turning into a warm current flowing into her veins.

"..."

Xuan Yijun seemed to be playing with a small snake, shaking up and down, tossing the Patriarch of the Black Dragon Clan to life and death.

During his travels, he intended to find fire and spiritual plants to alleviate his cold poison, but he did not expect to meet a black flood dragon that had opened up its spiritual wisdom.

The corners of his lips hooked slightly, and he moved Bei Xingtian's four feet.

"I heard that Jiao meat is a great tonic, and bone and blood can also be used as medicine to strengthen yang and kidney. I can only use you to offset it."

Beixing Tianfang didn't understand what this man Xiu was talking about, so his eyes went dark and he was stuffed into the spirit beast bag.

02

In this way, Bei Xingtian was accidentally hit and brought back to the human resident.

In the morning, he was locked in the spiritual field, waiting for young people to pick alchemy.

At noon, he was thrown into the alchemy furnace, and the three-flavored real fire burned his body, intending to refine it into an elixir.

In the middle of the night, the young man fell into a light sleep, and his body was as pale as ice, fearing it would melt if touched.

Bei Xingtian tore off the useless chains on his body, and touched the young man's eyebrows as if talking to himself.

"Aren't you lonely... staying in this fairy mountain by yourself?"

The monk in white moved his eyelashes slightly and woke up slowly.

Bei Xingtian quickly turned back to its original form, and the black dragon glared at Renxiu with bared teeth.

"Run out again? Xiaojiao."

Xuan Yijun's eyes darkened, and he took Jiaolong into his arms.

"Forget it, forgive you this time. If you're afraid of being lonely, I'll sleep with you."

03

It's snowing for the first time today.

Xuan Yijun soaked in the hot spring, surrounded by white mist.

After taking off the iconic white clothes, the black hair is scattered like a sea monster, and the body is pale and almost colorless.

There is no one on the huge Tianqing Peak, only the blue sky and bright moon.

"..."

Xuan Yijun poured a glass of home-brewed peach blossom wine, his face flushed.

"Tell me, Xiaojiao, it seems that there are only you and me in this world, maybe it's because of the saying that the years are quiet?"

The young man seemed to be drunk, the sake poured into his collarbone along his slender neck, and the veins of light covered his body like a tulle.

"It's just, how many more... such bright moons can I see..."

In recent years, the attack of cold poison has become more violent. The poison enters the root bones, and the evil enters the five internal organs. I am afraid that it is difficult to suppress it only by medicine.

Xuan Yijun is a doctor and a danxiu, so he knows his own life limit.

That round of full moon hangs high in the sky, calmly and independently of the world, unchanged from ancient times.

But the living who look up to it don't know how many rounds it has been replaced.

Year after year, life and death are the principles of all things.

Xuan Yijun thought that he was used to seeing the world of mortals, but he still couldn't understand his way.

Is it the will of God?Or go against the sky?

04

The young man suppressed his pain and curled up slightly.

Obviously in the boiling spring, the whole body is like falling into a cold cellar.

The cold air radiating from his body instantly froze the spring water, freezing it for thousands of miles.

Xuan Yijun lowered his hands weakly, and there was no longer the confident smile on his face as usual.

Bei Xingtian instantly turned into a human form, and his spiritual power had actually recovered more than half.

He bent down, pointed at the ice with his fingers, and picked up the young man.

The weight in the hand is so light that it doesn't feel real.

Bei Xingtian touched the youth's bloodless lips, and slowly breathed out for him.

It was not difficult to leave, but he still stayed behind by a strange coincidence.

05

In such a peaceful day, more than a year passed.

But Bei Xingtian knew that as the protector of the demon world and the head of the Jiao clan, he would leave one day.

Xuan Yijun was grinding herbs, the book on his lap was half-opened by the wind.

"Little Jiao."

Bei Xingtian raised his black head.

"I recently read the ancient books, which recorded a strange blood."

Banlan Linggen, derived from the spirit of plants and trees, can warm and nourish all things.

"If it is combined with dragon balls of the fire attribute as the main medicine, and the eighteen flavors of elixir as supplements, the cold poison can be cured."

The corner of the young man's mouth was raised, and his eyebrows and eyes were smiling.

"If you have any brothers and sisters from the Dragon Clan, please introduce them to me."

06

After traveling north, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He always felt that the youth meant something.

Among the three realms, the dragons are in charge of Fengshui, and the fire dragons are evil and strange things, not to mention the dragon balls that successfully ascend and conceive.

After the chaos of the Three Realms, the Black Dragon Clan broke away from the Dragon Clan and was relegated to the mortal world, and their descendants were Jiao.

Beixingtian is the only fire-type lingjiao in the world, and his cultivation has actually reached the stage of crossing the catastrophe.It's just that he disdains to associate with the proud real dragon and deliberately suppresses his cultivation.

07

With the help of the four claws of Beixingtian, he pushed the young man's hand with the small horn.

How could this human cultivator be so shameless? I'm afraid he doesn't know what obtaining the Dragon Ball means to the Dragon Clan.

Fortunately, the scales were pitch black, so he couldn't see his cheeks burning red.

"Are you annoyed?"

Xuan Yijun squinted his ink pupils, and gently flicked Xiaojiao away.

"It's useless to be angry, I have figured it out."

I, Xuan Yijun, want to go against the sky and change my fate, let's see what the heavens can do to me.

"Every plant, every tree, every person, every thing in this world is my help."

The young man laughed wildly. When he was young in fresh clothes and angry horses, everything was a scene, and the white clothes stood out.

Bei Xingtian couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

08

"Master, have you ever done this before?"

Nangong Jin, Xuanji Daoist's first apprentice and current Mozun Taoist companion, took advantage of the darkness of night to reveal half of his head under the eaves.

Bei Xingtian got up slowly, his injury recovered and he was able to walk on the ground.

"In the future, Yijun found out that I was a fire dragon, and he pulled out my scales and opened my belly many times in order to find the dragon ball."

"..."

Bei Xingtian's physique is so strong, it really has the help of Xuan Yijun's years of torture.

"Why are you here today?"

Sweeping the long sleeves of the northbound sky, two sky lanterns were lit, and the black clothes blended into the night.

"If nothing happens, I'm going to retreat."

"Don't, don't! Brother, listen to me."

Nangong Jin desperately clawed at the window, half of her body squeezed in.

These two elders, one rock and one iceberg, one in the south and the other in the north, will never be able to get together in the two lifetimes.

His piercing eyes have already seen the tricks, and he squatted on Tianqing Peak day and night, looking forward to it.

If you can't wait, why don't you come and make a match and add fuel to the flames!

"Brother, think about it! I am Xuan Yijun's first apprentice, if you want to pick the high-altitude flower of Master, with my help, you will be like a tiger with wings added."

Going north, the sky will be dubious.

"Say."

Brother Nangong thumped his chest swearingly, coughing dryly on the ground in pain.

"As the first apprentice, I will support you with three moves to ensure that the master can catch it!"

09

All love is about routines.

The older you get your teeth falling out, the more sour your stomach hurts, the more deeply rooted in people's hearts.

This is one of them...

Nangong Jin made a pretense and took out a large stack of old letter paper.

"Write a love letter."