The convoy drove into Qingxi Village, the destination, and stopped in front of a farmhouse.

The farmhouse is at the foot of Longtan Mountain, with white walls and black tiles, and green ivy, with clear colors that are dazzling.

Qiao Wanshan had bought this farmhouse and the two households on both sides a few years ago, and it was simply renovated to make it easier to stay when praying for blessings in the mountains.

After preparing to stop the magical robes and offerings, Zhang Xiuhe and his disciples went up the mountain first to open an altar at the Dragon God Temple.

Since the altar was laid, Zhang Xiuhe was swaying in the ancestral hall courtyard, spinning and jumping non-stop.

Qiao Leran knelt on the cushion, secretly fiddled with his cell phone, and broadcast live to Nie Fei.

Nie Fei: How about it, what are you doing?

Qiao Leran: He jumped and chanted mantras, rounded up an idol.

Nie Fei: Hahahahaha!

Qiao Leran: I have been flirting with each other for two hours, my steps are different, and the choreography is excellent.

Nie Fei: Is this too hard, right? Metaphysical idol.

Qiao Leran: No, such a poisonous sun is quite old, I am afraid that he will run into heatstroke.

The two guys were in poverty, and Qiao Leran's stomach suddenly became turbulent. He put away his phone and took a deep breath, but he felt even more uncomfortable.

Before going up the mountain, he took a bath in a wooden barrel according to the prayer process. Not only did he soak the skin and wrinkle, but he was also marinated with secret medicine. This secret medicine smelled like musk at first, and was a little more fishy and sweeter than musk. It was so thick that it smelled too much that it was spicy. On this hot day, he was so fumigated that he wanted to vomit.

According to Zhang Xiuhe, this secret medicine is called "Longyue". When the dragon god smells it, it will be very happy. If the dragon is happy, it will be easy to talk to.

After bathing and burning incense, Qiao Leran was wrapped in a robe that he must wear when praying for blessings. The robe was made of silk, vermilion-colored, and the collar and cuffs were finely embroidered with four different shapes of wave patterns.

It is said to be a robes for blessings, but the style is like the wedding dress worn by women in ancient times when they got married. Qiao Leran and Nie Fei and the others complained about this, but they turned out to worship the Dragon God and worshipped her husband.

As for why the robes are red, Zhang Xiuhe's explanation is: vermilion is the orthodox color of China. In ancient times, emperors criticized the imperial edicts and colored palace walls, all of which were vermilion red. The dragon clan guarded the land of China and regarded vermilion red as the supreme. When Qiao Leran wore vermilion red, the dragon face would be happy again.

Not only that, Zhang Xiuhe's disciples also mixed Long Yuexiang with cinnabar, dipped it in a sheep brush, and painted a pattern similar to dragon scales on Qiao Leran's back of his hands, neck, collarbone, etc. to show piety. It is said that when the dragon sees these fake dragon scales, the dragon face will be happy again...

This dragon face is so easy to be happy. Where did the two fools Long come from? He was so happy when he coaxed him, Qiao Leran complained in his heart.

He wiped his forehead and sweated, rushed to the disciple who was standing beside him to take care of it, stood up and walked under the shade of the tree, and greedily breathed the cool breeze blowing from the valley below.

Xu Li frowned: "What's wrong?"

"No, mom, I want to vomit." Qiao Leran held the tree trunk and retching, "It's so fucked."

Xu Li handed over the mineral water: "Drink it in small sips, put it in a hurry."

Qiao Leran took a sip, pressed the cool bottle against her temples, and was dying: "It smells too hot today..."

I used to visit him and take a medicinal bath, but it was not so stimulating, and the usual rituals were not so sluggish, and it was all done in one hour.

Xu Li raised her slender eyebrows and was about to speak, Qiao Leran said without hesitation: "It's been more than two hours. When will he finish it? I'll be dizzy on the table later. I'll get another two million Huoxiang Zhengqi Water..."

"What are you saying!" Xu Li glanced at him fiercely, "How old is you, you don't have any seriousness in your mouth!"

Qiao Leran couldn't hold back her face, her cheeks bulged and muttered, "I'm not very old, underage."

Xu Li took a deep breath and said, "You are so lucky that you are eighteen years old and you have to give a great gift, so this time the process is different from before." She stroked her hair tiredly, "Didn't you tell you all? What did you hear when you said it? You don't believe it or that. If something really happens, it's too late to regret..."

"Mom, I suddenly feel no more uncomfortable." Qiao Leran weakly floated back to the cushion to kneel down in order to escape from being scolded.

After kneeling down, I hummed and sent a WeChat message: I was almost in heatstroke, and my mother even said to me.

Nie Fei: Your husband doesn’t say hello to give you some rain. What a dog man, kick him. Happy, I’ll protect you.

Qiao Leran:...

Another sensation of disgust.

At this time, Xu Li roared at him again: "Qiao Leran! Put down your phone!"

He was dizzy, flirted and wanted to vomit, forced to engage in feudal superstition, teased by his brothers, and was threatened by his own mother calling him Daming... Qiao Leran put away his cell phone, his heart was ashamed, and his face was as if he was dead.

...

In the forest about ten miles from the Dragon God Temple.

The cold wind penetrated the forest and beat the leaves, causing a rustling sound. A creepy howl came from the depths of the forest, and a blood column shot from behind a short tree.

A man shook his head from behind the tree, dragging a fat mountain boar that was still bleeding in his hand.

The pig weighs about five or six hundred pounds, which has long exceeded the weight-bearing limit for adult men. However, he didn't take it seriously. He treated the pig like a towel, flapped his long arms and threw it on his shoulders.

The blood of the boar was still flowing, but the man didn't even have a piece of cloth hanging on his body, so he was not afraid of being dirty. His tight muscles were soaked in fine sweat, slightly bright, and contained a sense of dangerous power like a cheetah.

He is not a human, he is a half dragon and half wolf.

He lives on Longtan Mountain, and the Dragon God Temple is his home.

A few years ago, with the help of his fellow tribe, he tried to enter the world and make a living, but because of his violent temperament, everything went wrong, he could only return to the mountains and catch pigs to fill his stomach. At that time, his fellow tribe called him a mortal name. When he saw that there were many trees in the mountains, he picked the word "Lin" as his surname, and then took the name "Ya" homophonic to "Ya", which was simply and roughly called Lin Ya.

Lin Ya carried the pig and walked straight to the Dragon God Temple.

I heard... the child is here.

The ears were hot, probably red. Lin Ya raised his hand and rubbed them hard twice, but the rub became even more redder and hotter.

A cluster of sharp laughter burst out between the needles of the red pine above his head, and they were all over the mountain spirits.

"Hehe, my ears are red."

"The more you rub it, the more you become, the more you become, the big fool dragon!"

Longtan Mountain has half of the dragon and Yazi entrenched all year round, and the mountains are full of spiritual energy. The mountain spirits and wild monsters practice thousands of miles a day, so there are a large number of them.

Most of these little guys are transformed from grass, stone, flowers and trees, and their hearts are not bad. They are violent but are divided into good and evil, and never kill these monsters. But after all, they are monsters who practice wildly. Even if they are gentle and harmless, their words and deeds are somewhat evil.

"Today is not an engagement ceremony, but a marriage ceremony. How can the emperor not be embarrassed?"

"Oh, I'll have to make a hole that night. It's a room."

"In the future, you are not allowed to call a child bride. You will listen to me, change your words and call me Xiaolangjun, listen to me."

"The old bachelor saved Yuan Yang for thousands of years, and I don't know if the young man can bear it...hee."

"The body of the half-immortal bears the dragon clan Yuan. Yang, I heard that it can do it."

"If you are a pure mortal, your soul can be burned to pieces, and you will become a fool after you finish the house..."

Lin Ya's jawline was tightly tight, and his ears became hotter. He wanted to have an attack, but he was so embarrassed that he had no face to look up. He simply pretended not to hear it and walked with his head down.

"This is all a story later. Is the little husband willing to follow the Lord and the Shangyuan? I'll talk about it."

"Yo, tell me."

"Young man doesn't believe in the Lord at all. He always has a bad face when he comes to worship. How could he be willing?"

"That old man is also a half bottle of vinegar who is not good at learning skills. I don't know if this is getting married, so I pray for blessings one by one."

"Is there any real form in front of the little husband?"

"Don't, the little man is a mortal in half. Seeing the real dragon is about to spy on the secrets of heaven, it will be a long life..."

"And if you're scared, you're even more reluctant."

"If the Lord doesn't care about the life or death of the young man, don't mention shortening your life or being strong. Anyway, the young man is the one who is the one who is the young man."

"puff--"

"Master cares..."

A moment of silence.

Lin Ya's ears slowly cooled down, and even his steps were slow, and he felt depressed.

"The Lord is so miserable."

"miserable."

"Old bachelor, sticks are shining."

"The stick is shining, and the edge of the kang is polished."

"Stick light-stick light-stick light-"

He also wrote a poem in his fucking way.

"Get out!" Lin Ya couldn't bear it anymore, and raised his leg and kicked it, and the roar sounded throughout the forest, "Get out of the way!!!"

The red pine swayed innocently, almost broke in the waist, and the shadows hidden among the tree canopy were playing and scattered.

When Lin Ya returned to the Dragon God Temple, the temple was lively. He used his divine power to use his tricks to stun the rain, stood under the eaves of the rain, with a sharp figure, his eyes dark, staring straight at the boy kneeling on the cushion, carrying a pig.

Unlike other pure-blooded dragon tribes that symbolize auspiciousness, he is half-dragon and half-wolf. He is cruel by nature, has barely enough intelligence, but his mind is not as good as a dog. In order to avoid him from causing trouble in the world, the superiors of the dragon tribe seal his soul, nourish his spiritual energy with the spirit of heaven and earth, and purify his evil nature.

He dreamed for thousands of years, and only woke up for a while when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was circulating to the thinnest every Jiazi. Twenty years ago, the seal was dissolution, and his ferociousness had faded 99%, but he still couldn't resist the desire to kill.

He initially protected Qiao Leran, but he wanted this child to attract monsters and give him some fun to kill.

But as the child grows up, he grows up.

...It's shameless to be so pretty!

...
To be continued...