Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

"Young priest, these are the numbers compiled by our Jiang people, totaling more than 167,000 people from 30 thousand households in 28 villages in one city."

The old man tremblingly handed out a slate and said in his mouth:

"Miao mistake, there are no more than a hundred people."

"Oh!" The newly appointed young priest, Vientiane, took the slate in surprise:

"The number of people in the clan is so clear?"

"Have you ever lied?"

The people in this world did not even have a unified language, and the writings used in the records were even more abstract, and they were able to count the number of the people in detail.

This is undoubtedly beyond Vientiane's expectations.

"The young priest has never taken care of things, so I don't know." The old man stroked his beard lightly and said:

"To worship the Dragon God, you need to live the people, and the moon and the moon cannot be less. If anyone conceals a lie, this is a big disrespect to the Dragon God."

"I can't do it!"

"not to mention…"

"The new people need to bathe in the Dragon Pond and wash their bodies. Everyone must be registered. Naturally, it is impossible to be less."

"That's it." Vientiane suddenly said:

"If you have work, I will report to the patriarch."

"Young priest." The old man stretched out his hand and stopped for a moment, with a hesitant expression on his face. After thinking about it, he lowered his voice and asked:

"Patriarch, really got the favor of Dragon God?"

Although I saw the vision of the fire dragon flying into the sky, many of the Jiang tribe still doubted Mo Qiu's words.

The old man is one of them.

"Of course." Wanxiang seemed to be smiling but not smiling:

"The patriarch and I came back from the dead, how can there be falsehoods?"

"Oh!" The old man raised his eyebrows:

"Could it be that the young priest also dreamed of encountering the dragon **** and was given a magic trick?"

"Not bad." Vientiane nodded.

Immediately, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the breeze undulated in the field. As he stretched out his hand and flexed his fingers, dark clouds and thunder billowed immediately not far away.

"rain!"

As the sound fell, the rain followed.

The old man opened his mouth, dumbfounded.

There are also many powerful people in the clan, but calling the wind and calling the rain is not the magical power of the three dragons, and they can't do it.

But I heard that the rain clan far away has this magical power.

In addition, Wanxiang's spellcasting seems to be different. It is different from the people that the old man has encountered in his life.

Is it possible...

Is the dragon **** blessed?

To calm the opponent, Vientiane retired, and Shi Shiran went to the hall.

In the hall.

The patriarch of the Jiang clan, ‘Jiang Hao’, was sitting on a stone chair, holding a roll of animal skins, frowning, and examining the contents on it.

"Tao Master!"

Vientiane handed over.

"Let's call me the patriarch." Mo Qiu raised his head and said slowly:

"There are many dragon descendants in this world, with different magical powers, and the human race is also extraordinary. If someone hears it, I'm afraid it will cause trouble."

"Yes, patriarch." Vientiane should be, putting up the stone slab in his hand:

"The Jiang population has a population of more than 167,000 people. There are no more than a hundred people. The average life expectancy is in the early thirties, and more than half a hundred can be called an elderly person."

With that said, he explained why the number of people was so detailed.

"Yeah." Moqiu nodded, gestured clearly, then threw the animal skin in his hand to the opponent, and said:

"Look, an interesting thing I found in the warehouse."

"Oh!" Vientiane raised his eyebrows, took the skin of the animal and glanced at it, and he was surprised. After unfolding, he carefully examined one side, and said:

"The technique of transforming dragons?"

"Not bad!" Moqiu nodded:

"It's the dragon transformation technique, but the Jiang clan's dragon transformation technique is much simpler than that taught by King Lu, and it has little potential."

"That said..." Vientiane thought for a while and said:

"There are many clans in this realm, and there are eight relatives of the Tianlong tribe. Even the Jiang clan has this method, and they will certainly have it."

"The instructions given by King Lu should come from this world."

There is a high probability that the law of transforming dragons has been obtained from this world, and after tens of thousands of years of improvement, has the inheritance left by King Lu today.

"Yeah." Mo Qiu thoughtfully:

"There are three, six, nine levels of dragons buried in the dragon sky, and the methods of transforming dragons are also different. The Jiang clan is divided into five levels according to different strengths."

"I took a look, if the Dragon Transformation Technique is cultivated to the fifth level, the strength is comparable to Daoji Consummation."

Daoji is complete, and it is already extraordinary when placed outside.

But the Dragon Burial Heaven is full of vitality and enlightenment, and children as young as three or four years old are capable of tearing up tigers and leopards, but Daoji is nothing.

Vientiane turned his head and thought for a while:

"Jiang, there is no one who has reached the fifth rank, right?"

"No." Moqiu said:

"The last time the Jiang Clan appeared to have cultivated the Dragon Transformation Technique to Tier 5, it was three hundred years ago. Only the Qiang Clan had this class nearby."

"Since there is a fifth-order dragon technique..." Vientiane squinted:

"Will there be a sixth order?"

"Of course." Moqiang was:

"Theoretically speaking, this dragon transformation technique can be cultivated to the ninth rank, comparable to Yuan Ying, the ghost king, and may even be promoted to the tenth rank."

"But in practicing this method, the upper limit lies in the fusion of dragon blood."

"Just like the three flood dragons offered by the Jiang clan, Tier 5 is already the limit, and I even suspect that the one who merged with the Jiang tribe three hundred years ago was not the three flood dragons."

For the Nine-level Dragon Transformation technique, eight heavenly dragon bloodlines must be used.

As for the tenth order...

Several generations of King Lu in the Underworld Kingdom should have certain ideas.

"That's right." Vientiane remembered something and said:

"The Hualong Pond mentioned by the patriarch, I asked about the location."

"Oh!"

Don't ask to get up, straighten up the shirt:

"Let's take a look."

...

Hualong Pond is located in the southeast of the city. There are heavy soldiers stationed there. Nearby is a large simple courtyard dedicated to fertility.

Newborn children need to be sent to Hualongchi to bathe after three days of adaptation.

Because there are many women and it is a racially important place, it is forbidden to visit by outsiders here.

certainly.

Mo Qiu, as the patriarch, can come by himself.

Near a shallow pit about ten meters long, a group of women stood respectfully and looked at Hualong Pond with their hands on their backs.

The pit is not big,

The pool water is muddy.

There was even a stench.

But there is no doubt that this pit is Hualongchi.

It doesn't match its name, which is a bit disappointing.

"Hualongchi sounds good, but it is actually the secretions from the three dragons collected by the Jiang people, including saliva, urine, etc."

Ten Thousand Ways to Preach the Way:

"Sometimes, when things are not enough, they will collect dragon feces and use a mallet to squeeze out the water in it and fill it up here."

Mo Qiu was speechless and shook his head gently.

"A child is here."

While they were speaking, a few women walked over cautiously not far away with the baby in their arms, came to the front, and bowed to Mo Qiu in salute.

The Jiang people don't have so many rules.

Even if you see the patriarch, just nod your head and give a sign.

What's more, children are more important now.

Several people held their children and slowly put them in the Evolution Dragon Pond, letting the babies sink in the water, each kneeling on their knees and muttering something.

"They are praying."

Wan Dao obviously did his homework ahead of time and preached:

"Children who enter the Hualong Pond may not be able to withstand the quenching of the pool water. Nearly 30% of the babies cannot survive the end."

Hearing this, Mo Qiu's face sank.

Although the dragon is full of treasures, it also depends on whether he is blessed to enjoy it, not to mention the urine and feces, which are often mixed with air.

The five babies were like water, crying and crying again and again.

Before they could open all their eyes, their bodies were sealed by the foul liquid, choking, twitching, and wailing.

No one in the court said anything.

Some see the children suffering, and they can't bear it, while others look hopeful, looking at the baby who has survived the initial torment.

Time passed by a little bit.

Of the five babies, three had survived, but the other two showed no support, and one sank into the water and turned blue.

Why!

There was a complex color on the surface of Vientiane, and he suddenly sighed secretly, and gently touched the ground with his toes.

"Om..."

A touch of inspiration quietly spread to the two babies along the ground, shaking them gently, allowing them to regain their vitality again.

"Wow…"

The cry is full and powerful.

When everyone heard the sound, their eyes all brightened.

After a while.

"All five of them passed the baptism." A woman said with joy:

"Today's luck is really good. This luck must have been brought by the patriarch. The Dragon God protects them and they will surely grow up peacefully."

"Um."

Do not turn around:

"Let's go back."

"Yes."

Vientiane should be.

"In this world, grievances are intertwined and hostility is deeply hidden. Even a newborn baby will have hostility in his heart. In addition, it is quenched by the body fluids of the ferocious dragon..."

On the way back, don't ask to speak slowly:

"The human race here is a natural evil."

"The patriarch." Vientiane bowed his head:

"The so-called good and evil are just conventional judgments. I wait to see them behave viciously and rarely understand ethical goodwill."

"In their opinion, it may not be true."

"..." Mo Qiu looked back and glanced at him:

"Unexpectedly, fellow Taoist is actually a compassionate person."

"Not really." Vientiane shook his head:

"There are many people who died in my hands. When I didn't cultivate Dao, the poor Dao was an ordinary general, killing people like hemp."

Don't laugh without saying anything.

"Patriarch!"

Not long after walking, someone from UU reading www.uukanshu.com hurried over and said:

"A member of the Li ethnic group asked us why we worshipped the dragon is dead but never buried, and we are very rude when we speak, and we have to do it!"

"The Li family?" Mo asked for a moment and said:

"The clan to the west that worships the poisonous dragon?"

"Exactly." The visitor should be.

"Unexpectedly, it was them who came first." Mo Qiu waved his hand:

"Kill people and worship the Dragon God."

"Inform the tribe, the Li tribe is disrespectful to the dragon god, and I will be ordered by the dragon **** to fight, except for children under the age of seven, everyone is ready."

"Soon..."

"I'll attack the Li clan when I wait!"

"Here!"