East China Sea dust

Chapter 117

In Ye City, unlike the lifeless a few months ago, the city now has a bitter herbal smell, the streets are bustling, and a brass lotus lantern is lit in front of every house.

The copper lamp is no more than the size of a palm, and sooner or later someone patrols the streets to fill it with lamp oil to keep the candle burning forever.

Every day, I see people bringing the old and the young, taking a silk white cloth, dipping it in clean water, and carefully wiping the petals on each copper lamp, striving to be spotless.

The reason why the common people are so dedicated is that the old scholar in the storytelling hall in the city knows best.

A few days ago, the old scholar was lying on the bed dying of poisonous miasma. After taking the so-called "Miraculous Medicine of Southern Xinjiang" brought back by his wife and children from the medicine hall opened by Ao's family, within a few hours, the acne on his body disappeared. The rotten flesh was healed.

On the second day, he couldn't help but patted the gavel in the library in a sick gown, eloquently talking about the "adventure" he had seen before.

With the magic medicine that can cure diseases and save lives as a gimmick, many people squatted behind the tree in front of the library, just to listen to the story told by the old scholar.

The scholar twirled his white beard, took a sip of tea, and said a few words.

The spit was flying all over the place, saying that the night before last he had personally witnessed Master Ao traveling from southern Xinjiang, and when he returned to the city, he was guarded by the heavenly soldiers and generals all over the mountains and plains.

All the guards in the team were holding such a lotus lantern in their hands, and the orange flames illuminated the deep forests and mountains around Ye City, and the lights and candles connected into a long dragon, turning into a majestic crowd.

He also said that the reason why Master Ao was able to go deep into the southern border and return safely to seek the magic medicine for the people was because he was a man appointed by God, and he settled here to save the people of Ye City from suffering.

The old scholar's cheeks were bloodshot and red from excitement, and after a little embellishment of what he saw and heard that day, he flattered him indiscriminately... The people present listened with gusto and believed it.

After all, after Ao Zhan returned to the city, the poisonous miasma was dispelled so easily.People in the city who are slightly injured can recover without medicine, and those who are seriously injured can send people to the palace to get back the medicine package to recuperate their injuries.

All the people infected with the poisonous miasma recovered, and the heavy atmosphere that had accumulated in Ye City finally dissipated.Without the fear of their lives, everyone felt lonely and unbearable, and began to think that it would be better to have some sustenance.

Some people seem to have forgotten how intimidating they were around the palace at that time, and they discussed building a shrine for Ao Zhan, and it would be best if they could make offerings and offer incense every day to pray for blessings.

Even the "bronze lotus lamp" that the old scholar said has become a fetish that can protect the safety of the family and the house, free from disease and disaster.

Everyone invited blacksmiths to cast lamps and lighted them at the door of their own homes. Not only that, but they were extremely respectful and pious when passing by those lanterns.

... The candlelight is faint.

***

The afternoon sun was just right, and the butler was slowly crawling to the side of the pond, with his limbs shrunk under the shell, squinting his two black bean eyes to bask in the sun.

It was supposed to be a leisurely rest time, but Steward Wang never expected that the side door of the garden would be slammed open at this time, making a toothache-squeaking sound, and knocking over half of the turf along the way.

"Big brother! Where are you, big brother!" Ao Dingbo rushed in, seemingly holding a piece of emerald green grass in his hand.

The young man's face was full of excitement, even though he was still covered with a small amount of gauze, it couldn't stop his noisy mouth.

When passing by the small pond in the courtyard, he accidentally kicked over something hard, only to hear a thud, and when Ao Dingbo lowered his head again, there was nothing in front of him.

Ao Dingbo didn't care to observe how many bubbles popped up on the water surface, and he was about to rush into Ao Zhan's bedroom——

However, the moment he took a step, the drenched old Wang Ba bit his trousers, and shook his head: "My little prince, don't worry, don't worry."

The little prince was what his servants called him when he was living in the East China Sea. Hearing this familiar voice at first, Ao Dingboti slid the herbs and stood there, squinting his eyes and looking at the green-shelled bastard at his feet.

After a while, he happily squatted down and poked the shell of the turtle: "Uncle Wang, it's you."

A white mist rose up, and Steward Wang's stooped figure appeared inside, with faded water stains on his robes, which made him a bit embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Wang." Ao Dingbo smiled so much that he showed his two small fangs, pointed to the wizened grass root he was holding, and said: "The Laoshizi resurrection grass that I talked about a few days ago, I stole it from Kunlun Mountain for him."

"Isn't my brother in the mansion? Why don't you let me in."

"It's a long story," Steward Wang took out a brocade handkerchief from his sleeve, and wiped the pond water off his forehead. Hearing this, he shook his head lightly, and sighed, "Little prince, come with me first."

……

Through the window, the only thing that can be seen clearly is a dimly lit empty room.

The room was not even lit, and the heavy curtains and gauze curtains kept the noon sun out, leaving only a small halo of light faintly falling through the cracks in the window.

As if it had been emptied, there was a huge scallop shell in the middle of the huge room of the Dragon King of the East China Sea, and the surrounding area was empty.

The shell is as white as jade, with a warm texture, and the whole body emits fine fluorescent lights, illuminating the originally dark and gloomy house.

Under the reflection of the faint light, fine floating dust dances and jumps in the air.Countless golden silks are stacked on the shells, and a dark dragon scale is properly placed in the middle of the soft and fluffy cloth.

The scales are hard and smooth, and the whole body is surrounded by spiritual energy. The green lotus pattern on the scale armor is flickering, bright and dark, and the light is slowly floating and sinking in the soft spiritual power package.The rich aura was like a tide, pouring down towards the dragon scale without any hesitation.

——At this moment, a black dragon tail suddenly appeared on the white jade-like shell, rolled up the shell, and gathered it into the entangled dragon body.

The long dragon made a slight movement, and only then did people realize that there was more than just that lone shell in the room.

The green dragon is entrenched around the shell, with a huge body and black scales all over its body, hiding in the dark room so that people can't notice it for a while.

……

"Oh," Ao Dingbo squatted on the window frame and looked in, and saw the big green dragon inside that looked like a hatching egg, and his expression was a little wretched: "It turns out that the big brother is flying around all over the world these days to collect medicinal materials and save money." human life."

Butler Wang followed behind him with his hands behind his back, and nodded upon hearing the words: "Yes."

"That son's soul is sealed in the real dragon scale armor that can temporarily store the spirit body, which is considered a blessing in misfortune."

After hearing this, Ao Dingbo muttered: "One piece of protective scales, one piece of armor to avoid evil... Big brother really doesn't feel bad."

Butler Wang tirelessly exposed the Dragon King's old background: "That day when the Lord returned home from abroad, he was furious and smashed porcelain vases and bowls all over the floor, and then went to the East China Sea to overturn the treasure pavilion. A treasure that nourishes the soul."

"From that day on, except for seeking medical advice, the Lord has never left this house."

Ao Zhan "in the room" heard the movement, and the green and demon pupils opened a crack.

He opened his mouth, and slowly retracted the golden elixir that was buried in the silk and clinging to the green lotus dragon scale to his dantian.

The dark green longan beads turned around, their sharp eyes fell on the restless window, and they blinked slowly.

Ao Dingbo peeked and was caught on the spot, staggered in fright, then opened the wooden window with a smile, and yelled "Brother" with a stern face.

"What are you doing?"

"Uncle Wang brought me to see you, and he also stole the rejuvenation grass... er no, I brought it."

The young man handed out the herbal medicine he was holding tightly in his hand, and looked nervously at the man across from him.

Ao Zhan glanced at him, but didn't say much.Then turned into a human form, walked to the window, took the handful of grass handed by the other party, and asked in a deep voice: "Is the injury healed?"

Ao Dingbo is a master who always remembers to eat but not to fight. When he heard that his elder brother cared about him, he changed his face and boldly leaned forward to probe his brain: "Okay, okay, even Kunlun Mountain. It couldn't have been better to be back."

Ao Zhan raised his eyebrows, put his fingertips between Chilong's eyebrows, pushed out his restless head, and said with a cold face: "Since you are so free, why don't you go to Xihai again and let aunt divide the soul-suppressing pill?" This king has one."

"That's unnecessary, brother," Ao Dingbo immediately lowered his face: "That tigress...wow!!!"

He only spoke half of a sentence, then hugged the forehead that was poked red by Ao Zhan, pointed at something in the room with one hand, opened his eyes wide and stammered: "Brother, big brother, move, move! Move!"

Before Ao Zhan even turned around, he instantly understood the meaning of Ao Dingbo's words.

The man's expression became serious, and a gust of wind blew past, closing the door and window of the bedroom tightly in an instant.

Ao Dingbo only felt that the cold wind was blinding his eyes, so he couldn't help taking a few steps back and leaving the window. When he opened his eyes again, he was sent to the main courtyard of the Wangfu by Ao Zhan together with Steward Wang, and he could no longer see the figure of the man.

……

At this moment, the spiritual energy in the bedroom was overflowing, blowing the silk curtains in all directions into a mess, floating in the air one after another.

Ao Zhan stared at the trembling dragon scale, the veins around his neck were bulging, and his hands were clenched into fists by his sides.

The lotus imprint on the dragon scale has changed from the orderly flickering rhythm of the past, and now it is always bright and never dark, frantically absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy amidst the humming and vibration.

The man's clothes fluttered, and he stood motionless, with a suppressed madness in his eyes. He held his breath and stared viciously at the scale armor holding Zhang Qinglan's soul. A bottomless pit that devours spiritual energy.

Outside the bedroom, the Canglong placed barriers one after another... After all, he was resurrecting from the dead, almost acting against the sky, and Ao Zhan didn't want the other party to experience the same pain as himself, being empowered by heavenly thunder.

I don't know how long it took, until the bedroom became a mess, with sawdust flying——

The scales that were full of spiritual power slowly faded from the original dark blue color, and became as moist and transparent as jadeite.

finally!A flash of inspiration.

The naked/thin beauty slowly fell into the middle of the shell, he sat on his knees and opened his eyes, just looking at the person in front of him...

A thousand years at a glance.