Dragon King relies on green tea

Just as Ting Yue relaxed, Ye Junche's gaze immediately turned to Fourteen and became serious: "But Fourteen still has to talk."

"Oh!" Shisi replied indifferently, anyway, as long as it wasn't Zi Sang Yanshu or Zuo Tian who scolded him, he wouldn't be afraid of anyone.

Seeing Sisi indifferent, Ye Junche sighed long and hard: "You really have the same temperament as Yan Shu, and you are so arrogant, even if you really want to be with Ting Yue, you can help him ascend to heaven, he has a fairy book You can be together in an upright manner, even if you want to form a bond and live together at that time, the rules of heaven can't control you, why rush for a while, it must be at this time?"

Fourteen's eyes darkened, but he didn't refute. He just responded in a muffled voice: "I'm already arrogant, anyway, at most I'll be hit by a few thunderstorms, even if the Lord of Heaven insists on demoting me to the mortal world, I will admit it."

After thinking about it, Ye Junche didn't say anything anymore. After all, even if Zi Sang Yanshu was there, let alone Fourteen was with ordinary people, even if Fourteen caused a big disaster, Zi Sang Yanshu would not If he would say something to him, he would only openly fight against Tian Tiao.

No wonder it brought out such an arrogant and unrestrained Fourteen.

Thinking of the deeds of the former Tianjun, the Dragon King of the South China Sea, and the Queen of Heaven, Ye Junche just gave a wry smile. Fortunately, the current Tianjun is not the previous Tianjun, otherwise maybe even he would want to turn against Shendu directly.

Probably sensing Ye Junche's displeasure, Zisang Yanshu looked back at him and asked in a daze, "Do you want to fight?"

When it was mentioned that he was going to do something, Zisang Yanshu's eyes sparkled, and he was so excited and looking forward to it.

Ye Junche said helplessly, "No fight."

"Oh." As soon as Zisang Yanshu heard that there was no fight, he suddenly lost interest and drooped his head.

At this moment, Ting Yue poked Fourteen, and then said to Ye Junche, "Brother, it's not Fourteen who is presumptuous, it's me, I can't ascend..."

Ye Junche felt something was wrong when he heard it, and asked: "What's the matter? Your talent is not low, even higher than Senior Brother Ting Jun, but you are still young. If you practice stealthily, plus your fairy fate, ascension is just a matter of time." issue of the day."

"Because..." Ting Yue didn't want to think about it, but still told Ye Junche the reason in a low voice, "Because my inner alchemy is broken..."

Ting Yue lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice: "When I was in the South China Sea, my inner alchemy was broken, so it was impossible to ascend, and even my cultivation base was scattered, so brother, don't blame him, yes I'm not good at learning, so I..."

A monk's inner alchemy is shattered, and his cultivation base is exhausted, which is no different from an ordinary person with his limbs broken.

The monsters in the South China Sea caused chaos, they must have experienced a lot, Ye Junche didn't want to ask any more questions, and let them recall that time.

Zi Sang Yanshu in front didn't know what he heard, so he turned around excitedly, and asked Ye Junche again: "Did someone mess with you? I'll beat him up."

Ye Junche held him down and persuaded him, "There is no fight to fight, why do you only think about fighting now?"

Zisang Yanshu bowed his head and said in a sullen voice, "The fox demon kills people, I tore it up, it's very easy."

Because it is easy, I think it is very simple, and because it is very simple, I think that everything can be solved by hands.

Ye Junche had a headache, picked up Zisang Yanshu, brought him into the house, closed the door and sat on the window sill, said to Zisang Yanshu very seriously: "Yanshu, not everything can be done. Solve it with hands and killing."

Zi Sangyan said with a puffy face, "Then what should I do? They can't speak well at all. You can see that when I talk well, they don't listen to me and don't believe me. If I can talk to the village If they all beat me up, they won't dare to wrong me again."

It turned out that he was still brooding over this matter, Ye Junche held his hand, and said patiently: "Yan Shu, not all people's hearts are evil, you wronged you because they were afraid, you If you want to hurt them with your hands, wouldn't you just obey their words and become a monster in their mouths."

Zisang Yanshu curled his lips in dissatisfaction, "It doesn't matter what they think of me, isn't it the same for you?"

"Of course not, Yan Shu will never become those monsters." Ye Junche took his hand, his movements were as gentle as touching a precious treasure, "But Yan Shu, you should know that if someone If you want to bully you, you can hit back hard, and you must not be bullied by others, but if the other party is just innocent, like those villagers, they are stupid and ignorant, and they are afraid because of your appearance, you can't do this, you can Leaving can prove that you are not a villain, but you can't hurt them."

"It's understandable to kill the evil, but when facing the good, the foolish, and the weak, you must learn to protect and guide Yanshu." Ye Junche stroked his hair lovingly, and said with a smile, "Now Maybe you don't move yet, but I will teach you slowly."

Ye Junche stood up, looked closely, and saw that covered by the blue hair on Zisang Yanshu's forehead, there were two inconspicuous, almost invisible scars on that forehead.

Zi Sang Yanshu is a dragon, and his self-healing ability is very strong. Even if he is injured, the trauma will heal soon, and there will be no scars on his body.

But the scar on Zisang Yanshu's forehead is still there until now, and it seems that it will not fade away, but at that position...

It's Dragon Horn...

In an instant, Ye Junche thought of it, it was when he was in Moyuan.

Jian Xu lost his soul in Moyuan, and the crack in Moyuan used to be supported by Jian Xu's soul. If you want to take out his remnant soul, the barrier at that place will inevitably collapse, unless there is someone who can continue to support the knot. The spirits of the world fill it up.

The Xiantian Emperor has also lost his soul, and his real body is now a dead tree with no spiritual power at all.

And Zisang Yanshu's body was forged from the blood of an ancient dragon, and he is the only one in the Three Realms who has this ability.

Only now did he understand that it was Zisang Yanshu who had cut off his own dragon horn and used his dragon horn as a support to support the enchantment.

"Fool, you little fool, what do you want me to say about you?" Ye Junche leaned over and kissed Zisang Yanshu's eyes lightly, as if he dared not touch a porcelain doll.

Ye Junche felt a pain in his heart, and he stretched out his hand but didn't dare to touch it. Zisang Yanshu saw the sadness in his eyes, and comforted him: "When I woke up, there were two blood holes on my head, didn't I? You made it, I must have found some guy to fight, and then got it, anyway, I don’t remember it now, and it doesn’t hurt anymore, don’t feel bad, I feel uncomfortable when you do this.”

Afraid that Ye Junche would not believe it, Zi Sang Yanshu reached out to rub his forehead to prove it.

Ye Junche quickly grabbed Zisang Yanshu's hand, pressed it on his heart, and said softly, "If I don't love you, who else should I love?"

Zi Sang Yanshu was very useful, so he hooked Ye Junche's shoulder and happily kissed her.

He loved it, the closeness and intimacy between the two of them, and it was just him.

After being taught by Ye Junche, Zi Sang Yanshu no longer had such strong hostility towards Ting Yue, but he never gave Ting Yue any good looks. He often acted like a child, stirring up the lake in the courtyard and splashing Ting Yue all over.

He only likes places with wind and water, especially when he is irritable, he can always make a rain, listening to the pattering rain, sitting on the window sill or railing, hugging into a ball and falling asleep in a daze.

Under the heavy rain, he became interested in the picture of the white dragon in the room again. He took the picture of the white dragon off the wall and put it on the window sill to look at it bit by bit.

When I went to meet Ye Wenyu in the military camp, it suddenly started to rain heavily. Ye Junche thought that someone had offended Zi Sang Yanshu again, so she hurried back to have a look.

As a result, when he came back, he only saw Zisang Yanshu holding the white dragon picture on the window sill, looking left and right.

Zisang Yanshu had already sensed Ye Junche's aura since he returned to the mansion, so when Ye Junche quietly walked behind him, Zisang Yanshu deliberately pretended not to know, and waited for him to approach , directly into his arms.

Ye Junche rubbed his little head with a faint smile, "Now I suspect that you are really a kitten, why are you so clingy?"

After speaking, he pointed to the rain outside the window and asked, "Why is it raining again? Who messed with Yanshu again?"

Zi Sang Yanshu curled his lips and said, "There is a little priest, he also took your candied haws that day, so I hung him up, hung him on a tree, and drenched him in the rain."

He spoke with a feeling of pride, Ye Junche could already imagine the scene of Chi An being tied up.

When he was in Yicheng, Chi'an was tied under the tree of the Dragon King Temple in the same way.

This time it was because of himself, Ye Junche raised his forehead and said, "I was at fault for the letter, and it has been raining for a while, can you let him go?"

"Okay!" Ye Junche had already spoken, and Zisang Yanshu also readily agreed directly, a light blue light flashed in his eyes, and the heavy rain outside immediately stopped.

Soon, Chi An's screams came from outside the courtyard: "Write the Dragon King for mercy."

Then soon there was no sound, presumably the little priest Chian was also afraid of the two ancestors, the Dragon King and the Fourteenth.

Zi Sang Yanshu spread the picture of the white dragon in front of Ye Junche, looked at the lifelike white dragon on it, then took off the pendant around his waist, and took out the folding fan, and put them on the table together. Seriously looked at it and said: "Look, Ah Che, the white dragon in the picture, and the waist pendant you carved for me are the same as the fan, but the brush strokes are obviously not drawn by you, and you put it in the room again." , who drew it, besides you, who else can draw my real body so well?"

Whether it's the handwriting or the strokes of the white dragon in the painting, it's obviously not Ye Junche's handwriting, and Zisang Yanshu knows very few people now, so he couldn't figure it out, so he asked Ye Junche directly.

Ye Junche took the picture of the white dragon, and while slowly rolling it up, said slowly, "This was drawn by an old friend of yours a long time ago. It makes you so lifelike. I am ashamed of myself."

Following Ye Junche's movements, a light blue aura flashed across the scroll on the scroll.