[Thunderbolt Stegosaurus] I Floating Life

The dragon head of Confucianism is the incarnation of Zilong. If there is no accident, it has lived in the world for more than three thousand years.

The former dragon's head was damaged in the battle to seal the demons, and its foundation was injured, and it went before it was time for Longyin.

Before the reincarnation of the dragon head, Confucianism was in charge of the world of Confucianism, and he was looking for the reincarnation of the dragon head, but because the dragon head went before he arrived at Long Yin, the reincarnation time was different from the original calculation time, until 200 years later , Ruzun found Longsu.

At this time, Ruzun was in his prime, and although he had many concubines, he had no son, Long Su was not just a dragon head who needed to be raised by him, he treated Long Su like his own son, and gave him the best everything in the world, Watching Long Su grow from an ignorant child to this beautiful appearance, I couldn't help but feel joy in my heart.

Now that Long Su has turned a hundred years old, this is a very big event for the world of Confucianism.It means that Long Su will ascend to the position of dragon head and make it known to the world.

For Confucianism, Long Su was still too young, too pure and beautiful to go to the puddle of sewage in the rivers and lakes, but there was nothing he could do.

He took Long Su's hand to let him sit next to him, stroked Long Su's hair, and felt infinitely emotional that the child he brought up with one hand was finally leaving his shelter, as if he had many instructions, but he didn't know how to follow them. When He talked about it, he could only say whatever came to his mind.

He told Long Su that you should get used to it slowly, I have not yet reached the age of decay, and I still bear this burden for you.

He said that although it was a bit hard, he should bear more of what he should bear. Even though everything is not going well, it will always get better. Don't use your emotions, and don't wrong yourself.

He said that I saw that Jianzi was fine.

He said that Xue Hai Wuya can tell the difference, so it won't be too difficult.

He seemed to have a lot of things to say, but the etiquette officer beside him reminded him that the time had come.

Long Su took Ruzun's hand and said, Master, I will always be by Master's side.

Ru Zun said good boy, let's go first.

Long Su stood up, there was one more day before the grand ceremony, and he burned incense and bathed for three consecutive days, and today was the last day.He got up and bowed to Confucianism, and followed by the ceremony officer and several female attendants, he went to Zichen Palace.

The next day was not bright yet, and there were still a few stars imprinted on the sky. It was very quiet everywhere, and the wind rustled the leaves.

However, Zichen Palace was extremely busy, with the palace lanterns shining, and the female officials with black hair and red skirts carrying all kinds of cosmetic items back and forth to make offerings.

Long Su was sitting upright in the purple gauze curtain, Xianfeng had just tied the purple gold belt around his waist for him, the outer robe was still not on, and the white gold lining made his face extraordinarily beautiful under the light.

Mu Xianfeng always handled Long Su's affairs by herself. She took a jade comb and gently combed Long Su's hair, with dexterous hands, and the female officials standing by the side presented all the gold hairpins and jade tins in an orderly manner.

After combing his hair, he pasted crystal fragments on the dragon pattern on Long Su's forehead, and drew a thin purple-gold line on his drooping eyelashes.

The nails were polished again, painted a faint peony color, and the back of the hand was also painted with gold powder to paint the dragon pattern.

With a robe full of purple pearls on the body, there is no one more gorgeous than Long Su in the world.

The ceremony officer stood guard outside, after the salute was fired three times, all the female officials filed out from the inside, Long Su walked out slowly, the ceremony officer led Long Su into the sedan chair.



The Climbing Dragon Road of Confucianism is extremely lively today, supervisors stationed in various places have presented expensive gifts, and representatives of various sects and sects have come to congratulate.

Some Confucian supervisors who are stationed in poor mountains and bad waters have not been back to the headquarters for decades, and it is a bit uncomfortable to catch up with this kind of ostentation.

But before they recovered, bursts of xianle floated over from afar.

Legend has it that in the past, when the Confucian dragon head ascended the throne, his appearance and makeup in the prosperous age were all over the world.

Suddenly, two groups of beautiful girls flew from the sky. They held flower baskets in one hand and a red carpet with gold-rimmed dragon patterns in the other.

The girls stood on both sides, waving the petals with their hands, and there was a lingering fragrance in the air.

The celestial music came from far to near, and slowly came to the front.

Snow-white robes fluttered in the wind. Handsome boys holding konghou walked in front, followed by a beautiful girl playing a pipa. She stood on the lotus platform with a calm face. It is even more dazzling in the sun, the skirts are flying, the hands are slender, and the pipa bounces, even the Dunhuang Flying Apsaras will sigh.

Those who played the flute, the flute, the drum, the zither and the sheng all had exquisite faces and were very well-dressed, as if all the good-looking boys and girls in the world were gathered here, it was dazzling.

All of a sudden, the celestial music stopped again, and tens of thousands of people ascended the dragon road without a sound, only the wind blowing the sleeves rustling.

The courteous officer shouted loudly: Welcome to the dragon head!

In an instant, thunderous voices rang out on the road to the dragon, and thousands of people worshiped and shouted: welcome the dragon head!

The clouds in the sky seemed to be attracted, gathered towards the sky, and suddenly a purple light flashed.

A sedan chair surrounded by light gauze passed over the red carpet very quickly, but seemed to be very slow, as if it only caught a glimpse of a shadow when the gauze was raised, but this glimpsed shadow seemed to be imprinted forever in the head.

As if in a dream.

The mist and light veil drifted away, and the purple clothes twirled, and floated past the sedan chair. Standing at the top was the current dragon head of the Confucian sect, Shulou Longsu.

He turned his back to the people, turned around slowly in his large robe, the purple gold fan half covered his face, looked from a distance, it was not very clear, the wind blew the hair on his temples, his cheeks The dimples on the face are looming.

At the beginning of Huayang's first career, Hongmen was popular, and the buildings were changed, but Longlin's demeanor remained undiminished.

The world knows that Long Su is unparalleled in beauty, but they don't know that it can be so gorgeous.

He stood there calmly, enjoying the congratulations of thousands of people, his smiling appearance fascinated the eyes of thousands of people.