Datang Lianzhong Sanyuan, shocked to hear that my father killed a dragon in a dream

Chapter 213 Heartbroken Yao Ji, poor Daoist Wang Chongyang, not worth mentioning

Wei Shuyu paid the tea money and left the teahouse, shrinking to an inch, taking a step forward, walking thousands of miles away, and walking in the small town.

The sky was gloomy, with light rain, pattering.

On the entrance of the ancient building, a woman in a white dress is holding a fairy sword and is fighting with a man in black armor.

The female fairy held a long sword, her figure was elegant, her swordsmanship was flexible, her body was full of mana, and she was at the peak of Xuanxian's cultivation, crushing and beating the man with a lewd face.

The man retreated steadily, retreating again and again, and was forced to the corner of the entrance by the fairy.

The man suddenly stretched out his palm and caught the sword with his bare hands.

The female fairy didn't notice the abnormality, and the fairy sword stabbed out from the middle.

A lewd smile appeared on the man's face, his eyes flickered with filth, and his palm spun around in mid-air, suddenly turning into a black dragon's claw.

boom!
With a crisp sound, the Black Flood Dragon's Claw was harder than the Immortal Sword, shaking the Immortal Sword back.

"Black Dragon Broken Heart Claw!" The obscene man leaped and dodged behind the fairy, with his black arms stretched out, a black air came out, directly attacking the fairy's heart.

The female fairy's face suddenly changed, and her figure froze in the air, unable to move.

In the distance, under the eaves, Wei Shuyu was sitting quietly, listening to the pattering rain, watching the fighting skills on the city gate, chuckled lightly and shook his head, "Princess Yao Ji, the fourth heaven of the Desire Realm, still has too little experience against the enemy. Already, the three-headed dragons are showing their weakness to the enemy, so they are waiting for this blow."

"The defeat is set."

"Broken Heart!" The black dragon claws of the three divine dragons spun a circle, and there was a crisp sound in the void, Yao Ji's figure staggered forward suddenly, the mana around her at the peak of the Xuanxian peak was greatly reduced, and her breath was disordered.

"Hahahaha!" The three-headed dragon let out a lewd laugh, walked towards Yao Ji swaggeringly, licking his lips greedily, his eyes were full of filth.

"I don't know what it's like to be the eldest princess of the Heavenly Court." The three gods stretched out their hands and grabbed Yao Ji's chest, with the other hand trying to untie the ribbon on Yao Ji's long skirt.

Yao Ji's heart was crushed by the three-headed dragon, her mana plummeted, and she had no ability to resist for the time being, so she closed her eyes unwillingly.

The laughter of the three-headed dragon became more lewd, "The more you suffer, the more excited I am, come on beauty."

When the three divine dragons approached Yao Ji, the center of Yao Ji's brows slowly shone, and several strands of white light shot out.

Ah!
The three divine flood dragons were hit by several strands of white light, flew upside down, fell to the ground fiercely, clutched their chests, their faces were extremely painful, and their eyes were full of fear, "Heavenly eyes!"

"Yao Ji, you wait for me!" The three-headed dragon swayed, turned into a black dragon, flew up to the clouds and fled.

Yaoji used her eyes to injure the three divine flood dragons, and at this moment she couldn't hold on any longer, her body was on the verge of collapsing.

And at this moment, a poor scholar slowly walked out from the other side of the city gate, wearing a gray cloth, carrying a cage on his back, leading a donkey in his hand, and holding an umbrella, walking towards Yao Ji.

Seeing this scene, Wei Shuyu couldn't help but want to laugh, "This Yang Tianyou came in time, the question is, how did he get his donkey up?"

Wei Shuyu's eyes were full of purple light, staring at the scholar Yang Tianyou.

Is Yang Tianyou a human race?No doubt yes.

Even if ordinary quasi-sages come here, they can't see through Yang Tianyou's details.

Yang Tianyou's body is surrounded by humane luck, which is stronger than ordinary people's. Inner of popularity, there is a faint layer of Brahman light.

This is unique to the Western Buddha!
No, it has not yet reached the Conferred God Calamity, and Buddhism has not yet been established.

Yang Tianyou is a disciple of Western religion!
"Hehe, the reception and quasi-mention are still pissed, and they are still playing with the heavenly court." Wei Shuyu chuckled lightly.

Jieyin and Zhunti sent Yang Tianyou to contact Tianting through Yao Ji, with the purpose of stealing the luck of Tianting.

Sure enough, no matter in which life, the introduction and appointment are absolute "model workers", and they will do everything for the prosperity of the West.

On the entrance of the city gate.

Yang Tianyou had already walked to Yao Ji's side, he panicked and said: "Girl, girl, what's wrong with you?"

Yao Ji's exquisite appearance was very pale, without a trace of blood, she glanced at Yang Tianyou, and said weakly: "It's none of your business, leave quickly."

"No, absolutely not, the girl is in danger now, how can Xiaosheng abandon the girl?" Yang Tianyou shook his head vigorously, took advantage of the situation and walked forward to help Yao Ji.

Yao Ji, the eldest princess of the Heavenly Court, treats strangers extremely indifferently, she will never let a stranger touch her, and with a flick of her sleeve, she repelled Yang Tianyou.

Yang Tianyou staggered a few steps back, his expression became more sincere, "Girl, girl, Xiaosheng just wanted to save you, to help you."

Yang Tianyou didn't give up, he continued to step forward and forcibly helped Yao Ji.

Yao Ji's heart was crushed, and she used the power of the sky eye just now. She was already at the end of her strength, and the only thing that supported her until now was her will.

Yaoji really couldn't hold it anymore, she had no more strength left to repel Yang Tianyou.

Yang Tianyou suppressed the excitement in his heart, he was about to touch the goddess Yaoji, and he would walk the road of Yin and Yang, get married and have children, the teacher really gave him a good job.

Primordial monks, who doesn't covet the beauty of Goddess Yaoji?Yao Ji has a cold temper, and none of the countless monks in the world can catch the eyes of the goddess...

Just when Yang Tianyou was about to touch Yao Ji.

In the distance, under the eaves, the Yin-Yang sword in Wei Shuyu's hand shone with light, turning into a black and white jade flute.

The yin-yang jade flute was placed by the mouth, and the breath was passed gently, and the melodious sound of the flute resounded between heaven and earth.

The light rain is pattering, and the sound of the flute is beautiful, playing a wonderful chapter.

The sound of the flute reached the entrance of the city gate, and Yao Ji's pale complexion regained a ray of blood, her broken heart no longer hurts, and her heart regains calm, and her chaotic mana tends to be peaceful.

On the other hand, Yang Tianyou covered his ears in pain, with a painful and grim expression on his face.

Without him, Wei Shuyu's flute sound conflicts with the Western Sanskrit sound. The world listens to it as a wonderful chapter, but the Western disciples who are accustomed to listening to the Sanskrit sound find it a great noise and pain.

The sound of the flute is melodious and beautiful, passing through layers of rain curtains and echoing in the world.

Yao Ji's shattered heart was about to reunite again, and Yang Tianyou scratched like crazy in unbearable pain.

Finally, Yang Tianyou couldn't bear the sound of the flute, threw away the umbrella in his hand, threw away the cage behind his back, tore off the scholar's clothes, and ran to the entrance of the city gate. .

The little donkey didn't care.

Ah-uh-ah-uh!

The little donkey screamed in panic, looking for its owner.

Unable to find its owner, the donkey bumped into a pillar and died.

The donkey is indeed an ordinary donkey, but it has been transformed, bound to Yang Tianyou to some extent, Yang Tianyou ran away, and the donkey died.

Listening to the sound of the flute, Yao Ji regained consciousness, and seeing the scholar who just turned into a ray of light and ran away, she couldn't help being shocked, "He...he...isn't a human race?"

Just now, Yaoji really had the idea of ​​"borrowing the heart", borrowing half of the scholar's heart to maintain her life, capturing the three divine dragons, returning her heart after returning to the heaven, and begging the Jade Emperor brother to reward the scholar.

No matter what, Yao Ji didn't see through that scholar, he was not a human race.

Borrowing the hearts of ordinary people is completely different from borrowing the hearts of monks. Borrowing the hearts of ordinary people, Yaoji is sure to cut off people's ordinary thoughts... But if it is a monk... Yaoji is not sure that she will not be affected by it.

With the melodious sound of the flute, Yao Ji felt that her injuries had recovered a little, and she immediately realized that she had a great ability to save her.

Yao Ji supported her body and bowed to the void, "Thank you for your help, senior."

"If you dare to ask senior's name, Yao Ji will definitely thank you when she returns to the Heavenly Court."

Yao Ji's voice echoed in the empty city gate, but there was no response.

Seeing that Da Neng didn't respond, Yao Ji shook her head, "There are many great powers in this world with eccentric personalities. After returning to the Heavenly Court to recover from injuries, thank you senior."

Yao Ji put away her long sword, turned into a ray of soft white light, and flew towards the heaven.

As soon as she was in mid-air, Yao Ji felt dizzy with her consciousness.

A white glow, like a kite with a broken thread, fell vertically from the nine heavens.

Under the eaves, Wei Shuyu, who finished playing a song, shook her head helplessly, "This Yao Ji is so reckless, her heart is broken, she is about to burp, and she dares to use her magic power."

A ray of purple light streaked across the sky, catching Yao Ji who was falling vertically.

The posture... probably in the arms of a princess, there is a faint fragrance in the breath, and the hands have a warm texture.

"Hmm... the waist and abdomen are smooth, neither fat nor thin, top-notch figure... top-notch appearance... temperament is different from Wu Meiniang, Zhou Lin, and Houtu, a bit cold."

Wu Mei Niang, a charming word.

Although Zhou Lin is the empress of Xiliang, she is a love brain, supporting the country's wealth, drizzle.

Houtu, gentle, caring, considerate, always maintains reason, the type of sister next door.

Yao Ji, who controls the world of desire, is pure-hearted and ascetic, a cold goddess, um... completely different.

Of course, Wei Shuyu is a gentleman, frank and frank, how could he have any thoughts about a little goddess?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

……

At the foot of the mountain, there are beautiful mountains and clear waters, the stream is gurgling, and the water quality is clear and sweet.

Yao Ji was lying on the rock beside the stream in an unladylike posture, and sat up suddenly.

"Ah." Yaoji groaned in pain, her slender left hand covered her chest, suffering from angina.

"Your broken heart hasn't healed yet. Pindao advises you to be careful and slow when you get up." A lazy voice sounded beside the stream.

"Who is it?" Yao Ji shrank her eyes suddenly when she heard the voice, she drew out her long sword, and looked towards the front of the stream with fear.

Beside the stream, there was a bonfire, and a stone pot was placed on the fire. Meat was being stewed in the pot, and the gravy was bubbling.

A young man rolled up his sleeves, and was putting the dough into the stone pot, flattening it, and after two or three breaths, the shape of the dough was fixed, exuding a faint sweetness.

Yao Ji looked at the young man with cautious eyes.

After posting a pot of pancakes, the young man stretched out his hands to wash his hands casually in the stream, and then sat down by the fire with an ouch, baking his wet hands, without looking up at Yao Ji.

"senior?"

"You saved me?"

"Hmm." Wei Shuyu's answer was understated.

Yao Ji struggled her body to hold her heart, and staggered towards Wei Shuyu, only then could she see Wei Shuyu's face clearly, handsome, very handsome.

"Thank you senior for saving your life." Yao Ji thanked again.

"Yeah." Still understatement.

Yaoji has a cold personality, she doesn't know what to say after she finished thanking her, her body is still shaking.

"The injury is serious, Pindao suggests that you sit down and rest."

"Oh, good." Yaoji nodded, sitting opposite Wei Shuyu to the fire, her gaze still cautious.

The meat in the pot was stewed until it was rotten, and the aroma was tangy and incomparably fragrant.

Yao Ji was indifferent.

"It's ready." Wei Shuyu took off a bread from the side of the pot, picked up a branch from the ground at random, broke it off, made a simple chopsticks, put the meat in the bread, and ate it.

Yao Ji frowned slightly. As the eldest princess, she has been clothed in rich clothes since she was a child. She ate rare treasures and drank fine wine. She randomly picked a branch from the ground and used it as chopsticks. Isn't it dirty?
"I think that seniors have achieved success in cultivating the Tao, so they should have been able to make bigu long ago..." Yao Ji said softly.

"My practice is to do whatever I want, and I can't stop the desire to eat and drink."

"Also, you eat dragon meat in heaven, and I eat donkey meat on earth, it's the same."

The meat stewed in the pot was naturally the little donkey that Yang Tianyou killed.

Dragon meat in the sky and donkey meat on the ground, the sages never deceived others.

"I've never eaten dragon meat." Listening to Wei Shuyu's words, Yao Ji shook her head.

"Then what do you eat?"

"Flower pastries."

"Is it tasty?"

"I can't taste anything."

"Hmm... pretend I didn't ask."

Wei Shuyu finished making a bread, and tried to ask: "Have some?"

"No, no." Yao Ji shook her head hastily.

Wei Shuyu shook his head regretfully, "The injury hasn't healed yet, mana is exhausted, and I can't pluck the grain. If I don't eat, the injury won't heal in another 100 years."

After Wei Shuyu finished speaking, he took another piece of fat and thin meat and served it with a noodle cake.

When Yao Ji heard that her injuries would not be healed in another 100 years, her face changed slightly, and she secretly said in her heart: "How can that be done? The three gods stole the Dragon Ball and fled to the lower realm. In 100 years... to harm the world, the three must be captured as soon as possible. The Godly Flood Dragon..."

Yao Ji glanced at the meat in the stone pot, hesitated and struggled, and tried to ask, "Is it delicious?"

"It's not tasty, it's not tasty at all." Wei Shuyu said it was not tasty, and stuffed a few pieces of meat into his mouth.

Yao Ji's expression was full of struggle and hesitation, she refused to eat, and her angina hurt even more, which seemed to be a psychological hint.

Following Wei Shuyu's example, Yao Ji picked up a branch from the ground, broke it into two pieces, washed it in the stream, and then tried to pick up a piece of meat, closed her eyes, stuffed it into her mouth, and swallowed it without taste.

Gudong.

"Huh?" Yao Ji opened her eyes, and only then came back to the aftertaste, the senior in front of her lied to others, it was obviously delicious, so why not?

In order to recover faster from her injury, Yao Ji also picked up a piece of bread and ate it in small bites.

After a long time.

Yaoji was full, and the rest of the meat went into Wei Shuyu's stomach.

Wei Shuyu washed his hands in the stream, lay down on the edge of the stream and drank a few mouthfuls of stream water, which was enough to eat and drink.

Yaoji was thirsty after eating a few noodles, but she lay down to drink water... Such an action is so inelegant that Yaoji can't do it even if she dies.

Yao Ji reached into the stream with one hand and gathered half of the water in her palm. Because of the angina, her palm trembled and she spilled more than half of it in the air. When it reached her mouth, there was no water left.

Yao Ji covered her heart with one hand, and drank water with the other. She tried several times without success, and her crystal lips became dry.

Wei Shuyu smiled lightly, stood up, walked towards the forest, picked a few leaves, and folded a spoon after a few breaths, "No."

"Thank you, senior." Yao Ji took the spoon made of leaves, filled a few spoonfuls of water, and moistened her lips.

Under the sunlight, her lips were crystal clear, one by one, very tempting. She had angina and couldn't drink water steadily. Half a spoonful of water flowed into her chest and wet her dress, reflecting a pair of faint silhouettes.

Immortals who have lost their magic power are really stupid to pick their feet, the kind that buckle out of the wild land.

Wei Shuyu is a gentleman, frank and frank, he looks at it openly, and never hides it. Of course, Yao Ji didn't realize that her dress was wet.

"Thank you senior."

"I think senior is a monk of the human race, so I don't know the name of senior?"

"Wang Chongyang, a qi refiner in Zhongnan Mountain in the poor way, is a mere nickname, not worth mentioning."

(End of this chapter)