Master milk me

The Yulong River circles for thousands of miles with nine twists and turns, bypassing Shushan Mountain all the way, passing through Jinling, and ending at Yinque Bridge.Taking over three important locations has also become a necessary waterway for the three cities.

A light boat, a pot of tea and wine, and a book.

The young and handsome young master sat on the top of the light boat, with a straight posture and a gentle appearance, turning his cold eyes slightly, browsing the folded books.

Thick fog rose on the surface of the river, surrounding the light boat.The small boat is looming in the smog, and from a distance, it looks like it is about to drive into an unknown fairyland.

Not long after, the sky began to drizzle.

Drips of drizzle wet the yellowed pages.

Zhang Yanqing was slightly taken aback, looked up at the scorching sun covered by dark clouds, wondering: how could there be rain?

"My lord, it's raining." The old man paddling at the stern called him, "There should be an umbrella at the bow of the boat, and my lord should open it up. It's going to rain...it won't stop for a while."

Hearing this, Zhang Yanqing looked at his feet. There was indeed an oil-paper umbrella on the place where the fishing nets were piled up. He didn't refuse, and stretched it open above his head.

"Old man, does it often rain in Jinling these days?" he asked.

The old man put on the straw hat and smiled: "How did you know, my lord?"

"I see that the water on the river bank is quite deep, the soil is bleary, and the river water is rising. It should be more than half a month."

The old man was startled: "Young master is really right."

"For the past half month, the weather in Jinling has been weird. The heavy rain and light rain have been intermittent. It's not easy. It made the house moldy, and my old cold legs are sore and sore. Oh... it's uncomfortable..."

"So weird?"

"No... this rain only falls in Jinling. I rowed down the Jinque Bridge, and the rain stopped as soon as I passed the Magpie Bridge Pass. Then I turned back to the other end of the Magpie Bridge Pass, and the rain fell heavily, forming a wall of rain Wall, don’t you think it’s weird?”

"It's weird."

"There is a reason for this." The old man's expression became a little dignified, as if he was worried about something.Zhang Yanqing was curious and asked, "What's the reason?"

The old man sighed, and said: "I heard that the General Uncle Jinling's mansion arrested a dragon. The rain was caused by that dragon. I don't know if it's true or not."

"Dragon?" Zhang Yanqing opened her eyes, as if she suddenly thought of something.

The old man said: "That's right...the whole Jinling is full of rumors. But I don't believe it..."

"Why doesn't the old man believe it?"

"Do you even need to ask? Dragon... who has seen it? Have you seen it?" Zhang Yanqing shook his head, and the old man said again: "Those are all legendary gods. Besides, if there really are dragons, how can I wait for mortals?" Can you see it easily?"

Zhang Yanqing nodded in agreement: "What you said is very true."

During the conversation, the rain gradually stopped, and the boat rowed into the bank of Jinling River.

Jinling is to the south, a land of mist and rain. After a baptism of rain, the white walls and old tiles are misty, and it is as beautiful as mountains and rivers splashing ink, heaven and earth.

"Oh!" The old man poked the pole and said, "The bank of the Jinling River is coming soon... Where are you going to Jinling?"

Zhang Yanqing put away the umbrella, put it back in place, and replied with a smile: "Uncle General's Mansion."

On the ancient street, there are canopies erected everywhere.

Washed by the heavy rain, the entire Jinling is damp, with puddles of all sizes in every corner, and moss growing on the pitted stone slabs, which are very slippery.

A white shadow shuttled through the crowd.Zhang Yanqing passed by with his hands behind his back, and his white boots inadvertently stepped through the puddle, soaking the corner of his pure white clothes.

Although the weather is bad, there are not many people on the ancient street.

The breeze blew past, blowing his snow-white hairband lightly. From a distance, he looked pure and refined, like a divine mansion that had fallen into the mortal world.

Maybe it was because he had never seen such a handsome young man, the passers-by on the street looked back and stared at him curiously.

At this time, a small figure stumbled over not far away.

The child's running posture is strange, not with two feet, but with four hooves like a livestock.

Judging from his body shape, he should be around five or six years old. His whole body is tightly wrapped, and his face cannot be seen clearly.

He looked anxious, bumping around, looking behind him from time to time, as if something scary was chasing him.

People on the street were hit by him and complained again and again.

Afterwards, like a frightened deer, he bumped directly into Zhang Yanqing's arms.

Zhang Yanqing stood firm as a pine, but he was unsteady under the weight, staggered, landed on his buttocks, and fell to the ground on his back.

"Hmm..." The soft milky voice was full of grievances.

Zhang Yanqing was startled, stretched out his hand to him, and said in a more gentle tone, "Did you get injured?"

"Crack!" His hand was mercilessly opened.

The child jumped up, groaned twice, walked around him without even looking at him, and continued to flee towards the street.

He is not small, but has a big temper.

Zhang Yanqing shook his head helplessly, and was about to leave when a strange sweet and astringent smell suddenly penetrated into his nostrils, making him stunned, and began to sniff carefully.

The smell is weird, sweet and fishy, ​​the two extremes of smell sensitivity are mixed together, if you want to describe it, it's like a fragrant jade flower growing on a rotting corpse.

Zhang Yanqing looked back curiously at the direction in which the child was fleeing, only to find that the child had disappeared.

He withdrew his gaze thoughtfully, and continued to walk forward, not far away should be his destination - Uncle General's Mansion.

General Taishu's mansion is huge, covering an area of ​​hundreds of miles, second only to the imperial city.

"Who is coming!"

"Shushan, Zhang Yanqing."

"Please hurry up!!"

General Taishu's mansion was extremely lively today, and a lot of prominent figures from various sects and factions were invited to a dragon feast.Even Shushan and other Xiuxian sects have arrived.

Tai Shuyu went out to greet him in person.

Seeing Zhang Yanqing, such a young and handsome man, Tai Shuyu couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and he walked towards him with a smile: "Sure enough, he is a cultivator. The Taoist priest looks really young and handsome, with an extraordinary appearance."

"Young?" Zhang Yanqing looked gentle, bowed slightly, and said: "Yanqing is over a hundred years old, I am ashamed."

"Over a hundred!?" After saying this, not only Tai Shuyu became calm, but the veteran who accompanied him was also surprised from ear to ear.After all, the three of them together are almost 200 years old. It is unavoidable to be surprised to see someone younger than them.

Zhang Yanqing stood up straight and said: "Don't be surprised, most of the cultivators grow old slowly."

Tai Shuyu looked behind him and asked: "This time there is only Taoist priest alone?"

Zhang Yanqing nodded: "It's inconvenient, Master, let me come."

"The Taoist priest is Yuanrong Taoist priest?"

"I am his eldest disciple."

"Oh...the Taoist priest, come with me quickly...I have trouble waiting, and I can't wait any longer. Since you are the disciple of Taoist Yuanrong, you must be quite capable, right?"

There is no room for refusal to say this. The four words "not a small skill" put Shushan's face on it, and if he said no, it would be a blow to Shushan's face.

Zhang Yanqing was helpless.

At this moment, Tai Shuyu suddenly grabbed his wrist and led him to the back of the general's mansion.

He was subconsciously disgusted by being touched by someone, so he immediately withdrew his hand, frowned, and asked, "Why is it so hasty?"

Tai Shuyu's muddy eyes lit up with excitement: "Does the Taoist know why I want to hold this dragon feast?"

Although he was clear in his heart, he still shook his head: "I don't know."

"I..." He paused, rubbed his beard excitedly, leaned into his ear, and smiled mysteriously: "I caught a dragon in Yulong River..."

"Oh? Is there such a thing?"

"Presumably the Taoist priest has never seen it."

Zhang Yanqing shook her head: "Indeed, I haven't seen it before."

The more he talked, the more excited he became, and he wished to take him down immediately to have a look: "It's a real dragon! It's still a cub! Its scales are glowing! Now, it's locked in my back mountain secret room."

"Really? What's the use of Taishu General catching the dragon?"

"You don't know. If you eat this dragon meat, you can have the same face as you..." After a pause, he walked to a place, turned on the switch of the secret room, and smiled excitedly: "Maybe he will live forever ..."

"Where did you hear that?"

"Leave the Taoist priest alone." Tai Shuyu took him to a hidden dark room, the dark room smelled sweet and fishy, ​​and the smell was very familiar.

Zhang Yanqing was startled: Isn't this the child's smell?

Just as he was thinking about it, Tai Shuyu opened the half-closed iron door and said, "The dragon cub is inside. It is too noisy... We just bled him a little, and he didn't cut his flesh. He was smashed to death with his tail. I have three or four bodyguards."

"..." Zhang Yanqing was silent.

He continued: "I injected his blood for half a month, but it showed no signs of weakness at all. He cried so loudly in it all day that no one dared to approach it."

"You want me?"

"I want to trouble the Taoist...kill it, so that it won't cause any trouble."

The two arrived at the cage where the dragon cub was held one after the other. As Zhang Yanqing expected, there was no shadow of the dragon in the big cage. corpse.

"Where's the dragon?!" Tai Shuyu lifted up his black robe and walked in. After looking around inside, he found nothing, and his old face was so anxious that he was about to cry: "Where's my baby!?"

Zhang Yanqing squatted down, touched up a smear of undried blood on the ground with her fingertips, and sniffed it under her upturned nose.

Bloody and sweet.

It belongs to that child.

"Daoist... Daoist...help me quickly...my elixir is gone!" Tai Shuyu walked out with red eyes, and grabbed his arm excitedly: "I can definitely help me find it!" Right? Ah? It must be possible!"

"..." Zhang Yanqing didn't answer.

Even if Tai Shuyu didn't ask him, he still had to go and see.

Judging from the number of broken corpses in the dark room, this monster dragon seems to have killed many people.

"Taoist?" Tai Shuyu called him again.

Only then did Zhang Yanqing respond: "I'll go and have a look."

"Great! I knew you immortals are powerful!" Tai Shuyu grabbed his arm when he got excited.

"Stay away from me." Zhang Yanqing didn't like being touched by strangers, her face was very gloomy, Tai Shuyu automatically let go of him without his hands.

Zhang Yanqing took out a small white paper figurine from his bosom, stained the blood on the ground, drew a simple rune on the paper figurine, muttered a word for a while, and blew up the paper figurine in his palm.

"go with!"

The blood-stained paper man left his hand and flew up by himself, flapping his wings like a butterfly, smelling the blood of the baby dragon and flying out of the window.

"Chengguang." Zhang Yanqing called out in a low voice.

The spirit sword on his waist vibrated suddenly, smudged with a touch of lustrous brilliance, and with a "clang", it automatically unsheathed, carrying his slender body and flying away with the sword.

The little paper man flew along the Yulong River, and it seemed to be flying in the direction outside Jinling City.

He followed it unhurriedly, and followed it all the way to the outside of Jinling City, beside a muddy lake full of reeds.

Being in the sky above, he could clearly observe the range of the entire mire lake. In order not to startle the snake, he set the paper figurine on fire.

There is a huge giant swimming in the bottom of the lake, and a black shadow lurks indistinctly at the bottom of the water. It is as big as a century-old python, and it looks extremely dangerous.

Zhang Yanqing was groping in her bosom, while staring at it, thinking of how to fish it out from the bottom of the water, subduing it.

Just thinking about this, the black dragon suddenly emerged from the bottom of the water, revealing two dilated nostrils floating on the water surface, blowing bubbles and breathing fresh air.

After a while, under the watchful eyes of Zhang Yanqing, it rolled into the quagmire by the lake again, rolling back and forth in the quagmire.

That playful look made Zhang Yanqing suddenly have an illusion: this beast doesn't look like a dragon, but like a loach.

Zhang Yanqing put away Chengguang, landed steadily on the ground from mid-air, and approached the quagmire step by step with the sword in hand.

He seemed to have noticed him too. There was a sound of rolling in the quagmire, and two big eyes as red as soldering iron looked over vigilantly, observing the approaching Zhang Yanqing through the reeds.

Seeing that it was discovered, Zhang Yanqing didn't approach it anymore, waved his hand, pointed his sword at it, and said coldly: "Come out."

The reed moved.

A shirtless little boy rolled out of the mud. After rolling a few times, he stopped a few meters away from him and stared at him.

His cultivation base is not high, and there are two immature young horns growing on his head, and a tail that does not know how to retract under the spine.

Layers of pitch-black scales covered the chest and lower abdomen, like a suit of armor. When the sun refracted, it shone with lustrous color.

He stared at Zhang Yanqing curiously with his big innocent eyes, as if he was observing him, and also seemed to be observing the sword in his hand.

Zhang Yanqing frowned after being sized up by it.

The young dragon was silent for a while, then suddenly opened his arms, crawled towards him, and burst out: "Daddy!"

"..." The hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

"Daddy!" it called again.