Binding the Dragon for the Empress

The reason why the last ray of soul consciousness was not drawn by the spirit gathering box was because the obsession was too deep during his lifetime.

The memory of this shattered soul consciousness is very incomplete, and there is only a vague outline of what happened in the past. Xuanlong only clearly remembers that he and Yan Yuan had a child, but before he could hug him, the child disappeared up.

He didn't know that it wasn't that the child had disappeared, but that he was dead, so naturally he couldn't see the child.

Yan Yuan entered the realm of his soul consciousness and showed him the child, Xuanlong's wish was fulfilled, and he was willing to listen to Yan Yuan's words and go home with him.

That ray of soul consciousness obediently turned into fly ash and entered into the dark gold dragon carving box, the realm of soul consciousness disappeared in a breath, the world fell into darkness again, the surrounding wind was strong, and it was about to rain. The soul box glowed with green and immortal light in the cherry blossom forest, reflecting the dark red at the end of his eyes and the flying black hair.

Soul Gathering succeeded...

His Abo will be back soon...

The hem of the clothes was pulled by the little man beside him, and Ah Zhi's childish voice came from the ground.

"Father..."

"Why is it getting dark again? Where's mother?"

Yan Yuan looked down at him, bent over and hugged Ah Zhi, and said with a smile, "Mother is sleeping in the soul-gathering box."

Following Yan Yuan's gaze, Ah Zhi looked at the dark gold dragon carving box in his hand, and stretched out his small hand to touch it reverently.

"Let's go home." Yan Yuan smiled at Ah Zhi's white and tender face, raised her sleeves and waved into the air, a white light flashed, and the father and son disappeared in place in an instant.

One day in the sky, one year in the ground.

Yan Yuan walked to the mortal world for a month, and only an hour later in the Nine Heavens, he spied the presence of the queen mother, and led Ah Zhi back to the Dongji Hall.

After the white gold book case, God Lord Yiling sat on the ground, holding a tea bowl in his hand, and was slowly drinking tea and reading a book. It seemed that he hadn't left the Dongji Hall since Yan Yuan left.

"Mother...Father."

"came back?"

Two people, one big and one small, appeared in front of me out of nowhere, and Yiling didn't even lift his head. He raised his head only after reading that page of the book, "Where did you find these words, so intentional..." Smiling His eyes touched the tender little person in Yan Yuan's arms, he took a breath, "This is..."

"A Zhi, I and A Bo's child." Yan Yuan answered.

Yi Ling put down the teacup and story book and stood up, came to Yan Yuan, met the little man's eyes for a moment, and drew conclusions with a smile.

"like you."

Ah Zhi's pupils and dragon horns follow the appearance of Xuanlong, but his appearance is more like Yan Yuan's, his small face is white and tender, his eyebrows are almost carved out of Yan Yuan's mold, and his peach blossom eyes make people feel pity.

Yan Yuan didn't refute, Ah Zhi did look like herself.

"A Zhi, this is the God Lord Yiling, and also your grandmother."

Ah Zhi was raised as a crown prince since he was a child. He was afraid of life and death. He understood the etiquette, so he greeted Yi Ling softly: "A Zhi has met the god..."

"Good boy." Yi Ling touched Ah Zhi's dragon horn happily, thinking that this little man is smarter than Yan Yuan, he knows how to call him a god, if he is called a grandmother, wouldn't he be called old and... Then tell everyone that he can give birth.

Yan Yuan opened her palm, and the Soul Gathering Box suddenly appeared: "Father, I brought Abo back."

Lord Yiling looked down and smiled happily: "I know you can do it."

"Father, please help me to cast spells to bring him back to life as soon as possible." Yan Yuan has been running around the world for a month, barely resting, and her spirit has been tense for a long time, her eyes are inevitably tired and her voice is hoarse.

Seeing his appearance at this time, the God Lord Yiling frowned slightly: "One more thing is needed to cast a spell."

"What?" Yan Yuan was impatient, no matter what, he was determined to get it. "Father, please tell me."

Yiling hesitated to speak, and sighed: "This trip must be more difficult and dangerous than the road of collecting souls. You are not in the right state now. Go and have a good rest for a day. I will lock the soul gathering box to ensure that Xuanlong's soul Stay for a few more days, and it won't be too late to discuss after you have rested."

"Otherwise, if something goes wrong along the way... both you and Xuanlong have to be folded in."

Yi Ling stepped forward to leave, Yan Yuan grabbed Yi Ling's wrist when he passed her, and said in a low voice: "For him, no matter whether it is a mountain of swords or a sea of ​​fire, I will go for it."

"If Abo doesn't come back for a day, I can't feel at ease for a day."

"Father, tell me."

"I can handle it."

After a moment of silence, Yi Ling struggled to speak: "Heavenly Fruits... six Heavenly Fruits are needed to reshape the Xuanlong Divine Body."

"Tianguo?..." Yan Yuan murmured and repeated, vaguely feeling that this thing sounded familiar.

"Ah."

"Meimeng Mountain, also known as Nuwa's Realm. Tens of thousands of years ago, after Nuwa's death, the immortal body transformed into six fairy trees on Meimeng Mountain. The physical body does not belong to humans, demons, immortals, or gods, as long as the heart is sincere, you can enter the realm of Nuwa to pick the fairy fruit, but thousands of years have passed, and almost no one has succeeded."

Yan Yuan immediately understood where the heaviness of the dragging order came from: "...why?"

"Because regardless of gods and demons, once they enter the realm of Nuwa, they will lose their spiritual power. And every fairy tree is surrounded by ancient gods and beasts. You have to defeat the gods and beasts to pick the fairy fruit."

"For tens of thousands of years, how many souls have been gnawed to death by that divine beast... Only one person has succeeded."

"Who is it?" Yan Yuan spoke with difficulty.

Yeling's eyes were filled with regret: "Your Majesty the Immortal."

"Thousands of years ago, Xianjun Youran, the fairy who died in order to save the dystocia, broke into the realm of Nuwa alone, and obtained six fairy fruits when he lost his spiritual power, and saved his wife."

Yan Yuan was overjoyed when she heard the words, since others can do it, so can he.

"Later, his wife survived, but his spiritual body was severely damaged, and he passed away not long after. After all, Yin and Yang were separated, leaving behind a pair of orphans and widows... eh."

A basin of cold water was poured over her head, extinguishing Yan Yuan's joy, she was silent for a long time, pretending to be relaxed and said with a smile: "I can make my wife and children live well... I think the fairy must be very happy when he leaves. "

"Anyway, Ah Bo won't forgive me... If I die, he and Ah Zhi will be cleaner."

Just now Ah Zhi was arranged to go out to play with Xian'e outside, but luckily the child didn't hear these words, the God Lord Yiling slapped Yan Yuan's head, and said coldly.

"Stinky boy, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"You died, don't you and your father feel sad?"

"I said this to tell you not to take it lightly after entering the realm of Nuwa, not to tell you to go with the heart of death. If you dare to die, once Xuanlong is alive, I will immediately arrange other immortals to help him Second marriage."

"Father..." Yan Yuan frowned, her eyes turned red.

In the end, Yi Ling couldn't get angry with his son, so he softened his tone quickly, raised his hand and squeezed his arm: "You live well, although you are destined not to be together, but when you want to see him, you can still go far away." Take a look at him."

"You still have Ah Zhi...do you have the heart to call Ah Zhi short of his parents?"

Yan Yuan couldn't bear it.

Ah Zhi was obedient, and was deliberately dismissed by the adults, and he was willing to go out to play with sister Xian'e, but after all, he had just returned to Yan Yuan's side and lacked a sense of security. The little man is back.

At that time the conversation in the palace was over, Xian'e's announcement came from outside the door, Yan Yuan went to open the door herself, picked up the little man on the ground, Ah Zhi leaned over Yan Yuan's neck, and muffled: "Father Emperor..."

Yan Yuan stroked Ah Zhi's young back with her big palm, and asked with a smile, "Why did you come back so soon? Isn't it fun outside?"

"It's fun, but Ah Zhi wants to be with Emperor Father more." Ah Zhi's small face was pressed against Yan Yuan's neck, and his arms were hugged tightly.

Yan Yuan paused with the hand covering Ah Zhi's back, exchanged a glance with Yi Ling, and said with difficulty: "...Ah Zhi, the father is going out for a few days, so you will follow the Lord Yi Ling first, okay? "

Ah Zhi was stunned when he heard the words, and slowly let go of his arms, the ends of his eyes turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye: "Where is the father going..."

"Father is going to do some important things." Yan Yuan smiled, even though he was very sad in his heart, he would not cry in front of the child when he was awake.

Ah Zhi's lips pursed, and there was a hint of crying in his immature voice: "Do you want me again?"

Yan Yuan explained a lot, and Ah Zhi was finally willing to follow the Lord Yiling temporarily. When Yan Yuan went out, Yan Yuan didn't turn her head.

He is calling Father.

Yan Yuan's footsteps stopped, her hands hanging by her side tightened little by little, she raised her head and took a deep breath.

He can only go forward, go forward, and cannot turn back...

Meimeng Mountain is an existence beyond the six realms, as long as you are sincere, you can find it. Yan Yuan found the entrance in less than half a day according to the reminder of God Yiling.

Passing through the enchantment, a fairy mountain surrounded by white mist appeared in front of her eyes. Yan Yuan was about to go up the mountain, when she suddenly heard the roar of a dragon in the distance. Ni looked at Yan Yuan arrogantly in the middle of the air.

"Who is coming."

His voice was rough and low, echoing ethereally in the mountains.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered Meimeng Mountain, he encountered a divine beast. Yan Yuan clearly felt that his divine power was rapidly fading. He slowly pulled out the divine sword worn at his waist, and said expressionlessly, "Zixiao Yuanjun."

The black dragon was slightly surprised: "Emperor of the Nine Heavens?" Soon he regained his previous arrogance. "What do you do when you enter the realm of Nuwa?"

Yan Yuan clenched the sword in her hand: "Xuntianguo, save my wife."

"Overestimating one's abilities." The giant dragon scoffed.

"If you want to go up the mountain, you need to sacrifice two of the seven emotions and six desires."

"To get six heavenly fruits, you have to defeat six great beasts. For tens of thousands of years, there have been countless dead bodies in this Nuwa's realm. You should think about it before making a decision..."

The seven emotions are joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, evil, and desire, and the six senses are hearing, sight, taste, smell, touch, and desire.

Nothing is complete without either.

"I figured it out."

……

a month later.

In Xuanjiang Hall, the man on the couch slowly opened his ice-green eyes, and saw the silver-white tent above. The air was filled with the familiar fragrance of irises. The person who said that he would spend thousands of lives with him, deceived him, lied to him, and humiliated him...

Sitting up slowly from the couch, Xuanlong raised his hand to touch his right cheek, and touched a hideous scar.

Not a dream.