I glanced at him and said, "If you want to talk, I’ll listen."
Crane Cloud looked down at the fold and said, "The temple is too harsh. I always take care of everything without making mistakes, but I forget that in this world, no matter how limited the energy is, almost no one can do everything perfectly."
I put it simply: "One mistake will ruin the whole game, and maybe a casual mistake will make people pay an unbearable price."
If I had been able to take the master’s words to heart, be cautious when dealing with the stone records, be cautious when acting, be cautious about Ao Jin’s strange behavior and treat them all seriously, then Jin Xia wouldn’t die, Ao Bing wouldn’t die, and I wouldn’t lose my flesh and blood and have to change to a lotus life.
"The temple should not have any bad consequences even if it doesn’t care about General Zhang." Heyun didn’t know what I was thinking, and he looked a little corrected. "What’s more, can the temple still care about the two of them?"
"On what?" I asked as I pulled out a piece of rice paper from the back shelf and spread it on the case.
Crane Cloud whispered in my eyes that he would pass me a wooden frame: "Jiao Bai was Haoyue’s father in his former life, but they were brothers in the house. Now, if you find out this floor, can Jiao Bai call Hao Yue a good brother?"
I smiled, but I didn’t expect the child to worry about raising his hand to flatten the rice paper and pour some water in the grinding mouth of the inkstone, changing the topic: "When do you think Ying Long will come back?"
Heyun was stunned: "Why did the temple talk about going to the Dragon King again?"
"I just heard that Ying Long left something with a hint of vitality, so he went to the door and why he dragged Ling Guang to every place." I took a brush from the pen holder and skimmed the ink to outline the line frame on the rice paper: "Is that Ling Guang God a fool, but in your opinion, does he look like a person who can do work?"
He Yun shook his head: "He Yun doesn’t understand God, but he Yun knows that the temple doesn’t often do work."
I sketched the paper figure one by one until the last stroke of falling crane cloud winked and said, "What a charming figure crane cloud has never seen in the sky."
I didn’t answer and asked, "Do you know who I painted?"
Heyun praised a vivid smile and approached and asked, "Which immortal is the temple painting?"
I said, "Ying Long."
Heyun nodded thoughtfully: "No wonder it’s the side."
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Chapter 9 Chapter 9
Old Red Dragon hung his head and stepped forward, not looking straight at me, and said, "My Lord Luo Wei."
I nodded and looked away from the two young men dressed in gentle clothes. I looked at Luo Wei and said, "Black Lotus."
Luo Wei didn’t say much, and it didn’t seem that he was surprised to see me here, but when he saw his arms suddenly pulled open his skirt, a little black light floated out from the center of his heart and slowly enlarged into a nine-petal lotus shape, and gradually there was a physical overflow with a strange and strange red mans.
"Do you have anything else to say?" I beckoned, and the lotus fluttered to my hand, like a cat rubbing against my wrist.
Luo Wei was silent for a moment, shook his head, and I rolled up my palm and got up and left.
When I walked to the door, I suddenly remembered the unjust species of Shen Tian, so I stopped and turned back to the old man of the red dragon and said, "Nearly ten thousand years ago, a young dragon was lost in your family, and this fashion is changing among people."
Then I sighed and felt sorry for the black lotus rubbing around in my palm.
When he left the fire, the sky was faint and white, and he was forced to work hard to rest in Xiaojinwu Hall. He had not driven his chariot to arouse the sun from the bottom of the sea.
When I returned to Taifu, I placed the Gankun circle smoothly on the fire-pointed gun, put the black lotus in the middle of the Gankun circle, and then set a boundary in the bedroom to block the overflow of the black lotus breath.
I looked at the black lotus nut and became more and more curious about my past life. How was it that the four demons in Yehuoyuan, who had never seen her for thousands of years, still remained in awe of her?
Surely it can’t be her compassion. If she is a compassionate three-headed red dragon, how could she bury her head to the ground at the first sight? How can you dare not look me in the eye except the foreign minister Liu’s nine-headed baby?
Curiosity is curiosity, but I am determined not to take the initiative to find her to satisfy my curiosity, which has become active and passive.
Thought here I stopped at Heilian’s eyes and stepped out to the left hall when I just sat down and saw two folds on the desktop.
When I opened the one at hand, I saw that it was sent by the Xianjun Mansion. It was written by Lingguang Shenjun. What he said and did in the story of the first half of his life in the mortal world, even his thoughts were written in detail. But when he was forty years old, he was simpler in the second half of his life. Many of them died when he returned to his place, but he was hacked to death with a knife, which was very unseemly.
I have a headache. It is not a day’s work for him not to accumulate virtue.
I shook my head and took the seal. I pressed a scarlet mark on the left corner of the fold and put it aside.
I opened the other fold and felt my head hurt even more.
This fold is Zhang Jiqing’s report, which not only inquired about the so-called attack on Mrs. Moon, but also involved the bright moon and bright white with relatives and friends.
It turned out that the lady who attacked the moon was really a little princess in the East China Sea, Ao Tingyue. It was estimated that it was about 1000 years after Ao Bing’s death that Ao Tingyue escaped from her engagement with Taitai in the North Sea and eloped with a black dragon living near the East China Sea. The dragon king was so angry that he threatened to break up with her when he had never raised this daughter.
Ao Tingyue, on the other hand, is a car-scrapping and temperamental dragon king. She sent an invitation to the East China Sea with her hind foot. I hated the dragon king for biting his teeth and putting angry words into practice. A will announced the matter to the world and said that the East China Sea could not afford to lose this person.
Ao Tingyue gave up her wealth in exchange for Fu Lang, but she didn’t fail him. Unfortunately, dragon catchers prevailed at that time, and it was at this time that Ao Tingyue discovered that half of dragon three’s scales fell into the hands of dragon catchers and were refined into a magic weapon to restrain unorthodox dragons. So she began to fight against dragon catchers and trace whether there were any other objects in their hands.