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Chapter 222 Sleeping Dragon Path

At night, in the night market of Heishui City.

"Quack? Quack--"

The horned flower toad was sitting in the pure white porcelain, with a golden luster on its body surface, and looked at the two customers who had just approached the pet shop in front of it with a cute face, blinked its big eyes, and cocked its hair croak.

"Senior Su, the little guy in front of you is the most famous spiritual pet in our Black Water City: the horned flower toad, and the golden horned flower toad is also known as the golden toad for attracting wealth."

Huang Yin, who was leading Su Yan to the night market, introduced to Su Yan with a smile on his face, the special product of Heishui City.

Although the Heishui River looks as dark as ink, the water quality of the Heishui River is very good, rich in various nutrients, and there will be no problem even if you drink it directly.

It is also because of the high quality of the water body that some monsters that have high requirements for the water body will choose to come to the Imperial Capital Mountain to breed their offspring during the breeding season.

Horned flower toad, peach blossom jellyfish, hexagonal giant salamander and branch-leaf sea dragon can all be found in the Imperial Capital Mountain.

"It's really cute."

Su Yan looked at the horned flower toad that opened its mouth wide in front of him, revealing his two white dies. He wanted to jump up and bite his fingers, but because of being too fat, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't jump up. He praised with a strange face.

Compared with the cuteness of the horned flower toad, Su Yan is more curious about how such a toad, which can only jump less than two inches, can survive in the wild and continue its bloodline to this day
"The shopkeeper!"

Seeing that Su Yan was interested in the Horned Flower Toad, Huang Yin quickly asked the shopkeeper of the Spiritual Pet Shop to buy the golden Horned Flower Toad in front of him and give it to Senior Su.

It's just that Huang Yin called three times in a row, but he didn't see the shopkeeper of the Spiritual Pet Shop and Xiao Er come out.

The horned flower toad in the ceramic dish blinked.

"It's strange, there's no one in the shop." Huang Yin opened the curtain and looked at the backyard, but still didn't find the shopkeeper or Xiaoer.

"Huh?"

Su Yan didn't care too much about it, he squatted in front of the ceramic plate and teased the horned flower toad with great interest, making the horned flower toad in the plate let out a burst of angry and weird screams.

After staying in the spirit pet shop for a while, Huang Yin did not see the shopkeeper come back. After thinking about it, he finally took Senior Su out of the Spirit Pet Shop and asked Senior Su to move to an inn not far away to have some food. stuff first.

Senior Su came here from Xia Yuzhou's exhausted car. He probably hasn't had dinner yet, so he can't delay his itinerary because of some trivial matters.

After eating and drinking tea, it's not too late to choose a gift for Senior Su.

"quack"

Horned Flower Toad looked at the figures of the two, blinked and called out in a cute way.

But because of the language barrier, neither Su Yan nor Huang Yin knew what the horned flower toad said.

The horned flower toad wanted to jump out of the ceramic plate, but because of its overly round shape, after jumping for half a day, it was still unable to leave the ceramic plate used to display the body color of the horned flower.

"quack"

The horned flower toad called again.

………………

"I didn't expect there to be a storyteller here."

Sitting in the inn recommended by Huang Yin, Su Yan looked at the middle-aged man sitting in the middle of the lobby who was talking endlessly, telling stories about strange powers and chaos, and said with a smile.

Seeing the storyteller after a long absence, Su Yan couldn't help but think of when he was living in the southern state.

When Su Yan was still sucking the baby bottle, the old mother often took Su Yan to the Goulan to hear ghost stories told by scholars.

Storytellers are very common in the southern states. Some tell their own glorious deeds, while others tell stories compiled from rumors. They are all people who rely on eloquence to earn a living.

Although it is common in southern states, there were no storytellers in the Xia Yu Dynasty. Therefore, after seeing a storyteller for a long time, Su Yan showed a nostalgic expression on his face.

"Storyteller? They shouldn't be counted as storyteller"

Huang Yin set the tableware for Su Yan, glanced at the middle-aged man who was telling a story, shook his head and said, "They are monks from a sect near the Imperial Capital Mountain, a small sect with dragon worship as its core."

After seeing the storyteller's clothes, Huang Yin recognized the true identity of the monk in front of him.

"Their sect calls themselves the Sleeping Dragon Way, and they have been following the trail of the real dragons, and they firmly believe that as long as they find the real dragons, they can improve their talents and truly embark on the fairy road."

Huang Yin sighed and said, "They are all poor people who are trapped by life."

Sleeping Dragon Path is not a real cultivation sect, but some poor people who have no hope of life and pin their hopes on illusory things.

In their cognition, the real dragon is omnipotent, as long as they sincerely believe in the real dragon, they can change their unsatisfactory life or the dangers in their destiny.

The "storyteller" in the lobby is telling the story of the dragon clan imagined by Mianlongdao.

"Believe in the true dragon."

There were three black lines hanging from Su Yan's forehead, and he secretly complained in his heart: "It's also fortunate that you haven't seen the Dragon Clan without the filter, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to bear such a strong stimulus."

If they see Xiaolongnv, or Grand Master Jin, they probably won't be able to worship even if they want to. The former is like the reincarnation of a pig demon, eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating.

The latter Grand Master Jin has an extremely bad temper, and he wants to find something for you if you have nothing to do. Su Yan is still in arrears with Grand Master Jin's "County Magistrate Work Log" with tens of thousands of characters.

Can you dictate work reports?I don't listen, please use written records to organize your outing experience into a document and submit it to the teaching office of the academy. Everything must be clearly written in every detail, otherwise I will not accept it!
Taishi Jin's character is simply disrespectful, and he takes pleasure in torturing the students of Yongle Academy.

"That's right! Believe in the real dragon, you can live forever, and even embark on the road to immortality. We are all monks favored by Master Mianlong!"

The storyteller downstairs seemed to hear that Su Yan and Huang Yin were discussing the matter of Sleeping Dragon, and immediately grinned and showed a mouthful of big white teeth. He praised Su Yan and Huang Yin, and enthusiastically recommended Sleeping Dragon to them. road.

In the inn, some drinking customers looked at the storyteller and laughed, and some diners shouted:
"Butcher Kong, why are you drunk without drinking?"

"Hey, don't you believe it!"

When the storyteller saw the people around him, he didn’t believe it, so he immediately got up unhappy, stood up from the chair placed on the dining table, performed a somersault, and after falling to the ground, he picked up a bamboo chopsticks and used his own Clenching his palms tightly, he shouted loudly:

"Hey - go up go up!"

Let the storyteller's palms exude spiritual fluctuations, and the yellow and old bamboo chopsticks held in the hands, as if they were stimulated by something, gradually turned emerald green, and branches grew at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the hands of the storyteller, the yellowed and blackened bamboo chopsticks turned into a handful of emerald green bamboo knots sprouting branches.

"Look, all of you look, I've always told you that Master Sleeping Dragon is real, but you just don't believe what I said, you've seen it now!"

"Master Mianlong is one of the gods, and a little leak from the fingers is enough to make us ordinary people reborn into immortals!"

The storyteller held up the blooming bamboo joints in his hand, proudly telling the diners the power of the Dragon God.

(End of this chapter)