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Chapter 188 Returning leisurely, the old man expected
"Tibetan Buddhist Temple, Tripitaka, present a Mahayana Sutra to His Majesty Xuan Ting, congratulate Your Majesty, you have achieved the body of a real dragon!"

"Tian Yandao, present a Heaven-robbing Jade to His Majesty, as a congratulation to His Majesty for becoming a real dragon."

"Qingqiu, a formation diagram!"

……

When the Xuanting Dragon King transformed into a dragon and entered the main hall, all the guests seemed to have a tacit understanding, or to compare with each other, they offered congratulatory gifts prepared by themselves or the sect demon kingdom behind them.

All of a sudden, the main hall of the Dragon Palace was full of splendor, and the precious light soared to the sky. Even the magic circle of heaven and earth could not restrain this vast divine light, so that the rays of the sun went straight to the outside of the Dragon Palace, shining brilliantly on the sky above Xuanting Lake. aurora.

Feng Bingwen watched this scene, and when the sound of offering congratulatory gifts came one after another, he took out a bunch of gold paper from his robe and sent it up.

"Bai Yujing, a piece of Taoism, congratulations to His Majesty Xuan Ting."

After Feng Bingwen put his "carefully" prepared congratulatory gifts on his clothes, the main hall was silent for a moment, and the next moment, Feng Bingwen felt a lot of eyes falling on him, and then retracted them one after another.

Without him, the main reason is that the sentence to send the congratulatory gift is too short, and what is even shorter than this is the congratulations from the great sage of the monster clan who came from Qingqiu.

It's just a simple sentence of formation diagram, and it doesn't even say clearly what formation to send.No one dared to question whether the congratulatory gift given by this Fox Venerable was inappropriate.

Compared with the great sage of the monster race who is famous in the Nineteen Continents and known by everyone, Feng Bingwen is unknown, but since he can appear here, he is naturally recognized by the old dragon king.

Although none of the sages knew Feng Bingwen, there was still some respect for a fellow man, at least on the surface.

And Feng Bingwen also knew that his actions just now seemed a little ostentatious and glaring, but there was nothing he could do about it, with the little thing he gave, there was really nothing fancy about it.

Fortunately, these powerful people in the practice world don't care about him—mainly because Feng Bingwen's performance is too cold, just like the Nine-Tailed Fox Venerable, who ignores everyone. The only Luohe layman who took the initiative to talk, Also had a cold face.

The only thing Feng Bingwen performed slightly better than Nine-Tailed Fox Venerable was that he didn't lie down to sleep on the spot. In this case, and no one knew Feng Bingwen, naturally no one came up to make trouble up.

Feng Bingwen was bored in the main hall of the Dragon Palace, waiting for the three little ones he brought to eat and drink on the table. After eating, all the energy was scattered, and he couldn't hold on any longer, so he searched for a A dragon girl asked to leave the meeting.

"Brother Bingwen, are you leaving now? But my Dragon Palace didn't entertain you well?"

Knowing that Feng Bingwen was going to leave the banquet, Xi Qingyi, the crown prince of the Dragon Palace who was entertaining a Daoist immortal, hurried over.

"Of course not. The delicacies of the Dragon Palace are hard to find in the world. I don't have any dissatisfaction."

Feng Bingwen smiled and shook his head in denial.

"Then why are you leaving?"

Xi Qingyi was puzzled.

"Brother Tsing Yi, if I'm alone with nothing to worry about, it's okay to stay a little longer, but I'm still a mortal in this life, I miss my parents at home, and I don't feel at ease, so I want to go back as soon as possible."

Feng Bingwen explained the reason.

The concept of time of the dragon clan is completely different from that of ordinary people. A dragon king becomes a real dragon, and the duration of the ascending dragon banquet held is at least ten months. If it is exaggerated, the duration of the banquet can even reach a year.

It is naturally impossible for Feng Bingwen to last from the beginning to the end, not to mention a year, he can't wait even a month, the phantom he left at home can only last a few days, if he doesn't go back for a long time, Sooner or later, he will reveal his secrets, he is not ready for a showdown with his relatives at home so early.

"Oh, that's how it is. I'm going to say something to my father. Brother Bingwen, wait a moment."

For such a reason, Xi Qingyi couldn't say anything, but he felt that it was necessary to call his father over.

"Row."

Feng Bingwen had nothing to do, and within half a moment, the red-faced, alcohol-smelling Dragon Lord Xuan Ting arrived with wine. After hearing the reason for Feng Bingwen's departure, he had no reason to stop him.

After toasting a glass of wine with Feng Bingwen, he sent his son and daughter to send Feng Bingwen out of the Dragon Palace.There were also some trivial episodes.

"Brother Bingwen? Who taught you to shout like that? It's not big or small, how decent is it?"

When he heard his son address Feng Bingwen, Xuanting Dragon King immediately put on a face,
"As a father, you are considered as a Taoist friend with Mr. Feng, but you are regarded as an equal. Could it be that you also want to be considered as a father and brother?"

"Fellow Daoist Xi, there's no need to do that. I asked him to call it that. As practitioners, why should we pay too much attention to these red tapes? Everyone has their own opinions."

The issue of seniority has always been a major problem in the practice world. When people have a long lifespan, it is inevitable that there will be some love between grandparents and grandchildren that spans a hundred years, thousands of years, or even ten thousand years.

Therefore, the title of seniority sometimes becomes a big problem.The default rule is that everyone calls their own, without interfering with each other, and it's easy.

"No, how many days have they practiced, how can they be qualified to be regarded as peers of Feng Dao friends, not brothers. You must at least call Uncle Feng!"

The last sentence was naturally said by the newly promoted Dragon King to his eldest son.

"..."

As the so-called arm can't twist the thigh, the father's life is hard to break, Feng Bingwen spent a lot of lip service to change the title, and he was corrected again, and his seniority was forcibly promoted by one level, becoming an uncle.

Feng Bingwen naturally had nothing to do about it, his father asked him to shout, what else could he do while standing aside?Is it impossible to follow the Dragon King?He can't do it either.

After this episode, Feng Bingwen was sent out of the Dragon Palace by the Dragon King's son and daughter, and as soon as he left the Dragon Palace hall, Feng Bingwen immediately saw the prosperity of the Xuanting Dragon Palace at this time.

Except for the main hall of the Dragon Palace, where the real dragon demon sages and real immortals and Buddhas were entertained, the side halls, side halls, and even the ordinary courtyards were all packed to the brim.

The aquatic dragons from all over the world, as well as the monster and human races who can build relationships with the dragons gathered in one place. At this time, there is no ordinary person in the Dragon Palace. Throwing a brick casually, maybe it will be able to hit it big and small. There are seven or eight demon kings.

And when you leave the Dragon Palace, the scene is even more exaggerated. The guests who can enter the Dragon Palace's main table have strength and background, but this only accounts for a very small part of the ghosts and monsters who came to congratulate. More spirits and monsters can't even enter the gate of the Dragon Palace. .

But since people gave gifts, Dragon Palace will naturally not be stingy, accept the gifts, and drive people away, but directly spread a three-thousand-mile flowing water mat at the bottom of the lake.

The flowing water mat outside the Dragon Palace is really full of excitement and bustling. The guests in the Dragon Palace are all the demon king Shuijun with a head and a face, but there are no names and no surnames outside. They don't have so many scruples. .

Feng Bingwen, who was sitting in the dragon carriage, watched and sighed for a long time, and then put down the curtain. It was not until a long time later that the bustle and bustle outside the window disappeared.

"Today I really saw what is meant by the mutual respect of the aquatic people!"

Feng Bingwen, who had walked three thousand miles from the Dragon Palace, said with emotion to his nephew in Tsing Yi.

"Bingwen...uncle, the main reason for this scene is because of my grandfather's influence."

Xi Qingyi, who changed his tune under the pressure of his father, still felt rather awkward. In less than two days, he was downgraded for no reason.

"I see."

Even Feng Bingwen, who had never had a marriage contract, was a little sad when he heard the name uncle. He didn't even break his virginity, so he became an uncle.

This gap in seniority makes this person irrelevant, but fortunately, this time is not difficult. With the power of a flood dragon, he can control the water veins of rivers, and the flow of thousands of miles of rivers passes by in a blink of an eye.

After a few quarters of an hour, Feng Bingwen was sent back to Wolong Lake by Prince Long.

"Uncle Bingwen, a little courtesy, don't be disgusted, please accept it."

When Feng Bingwen got out of the car with the three little ones, he saw Prince Long take out a belt from his arms.

"What is this for?"

Feng Bingwen frowned.

"Uncle, the gift you gave was too expensive. My father felt sorry for it, and specially prepared some small gifts as a reward. Please don't refuse, uncle, so as not to make it difficult for my nephew."

After several times of yelling, Prince Long, who had calmly accepted the fact that he was downgraded, explained.

"I see."

Feng Bing has become civilized, so he took the belt with his hand. He has never been a hypocritical person. After seeing the luxury of Dragon Palace, he has no burden on his behavior.

Zheng~
When the belt fell into his hand, Feng Bingwen leaned forward a little with his spiritual sense, and Feng Bingwen felt the broken magic weapon in his body vibrate. Obviously, there was treasure in this storage belt that could repair the magic weapon.

"His Majesty the Dragon King has a heart."

After sweeping his spiritual sense, Feng Bingwen couldn't help sighing when he saw the solid treasures in the belt.

"As long as uncle is satisfied."

Xi Qingyi cupped his hands.

"You and I meet in private, you can be more casual."

"Father's life is hard to do."

"..."

In the end, under the watchful eye of Prince Long, Feng Bingwen set foot on the river bank and returned home leisurely.

Then, Prince Long, who personally drove Feng Bingwen back, turned around and returned to his father.

Feng Bingwen, who returned to Feng's mansion, wanted to sort out his rich harvest in the Dragon Palace, but after seeing what happened to the phantom he left behind, Dang even lost his mind.

"Over the years, you have been familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics, and you have already understood the Confucian classics... In two months, it will be Qiu Wei. At your current age, you can also go up and try it. You can feel it in advance without seeking merit. Take a look at the atmosphere of the examination room."

Feng Bingwen, who had just arrived home, saw this scene when he first started. The old man was sitting in his room, chattering to the phantom he had left behind. In his words, he planned to let him take part in this year's imperial examination.

　I have been reading other books for the past few days, looking for inspiration, and I have to say that I am really tired, mainly because I am addicted to reading books, and I don’t have enough time to code, so I rushed to write.In the future, I will notice that there is absolutely no water today, and I spent five or six hours writing it.

　　
　
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