A huge and unparalleled head was emerging.

The head was like a crocodile, kissing a short nose for a long time. When the nose wings opened, two long white water arrows were sprayed out. It opened its long kiss, and its white teeth were lush in its mouth, like a mountain of swords. A pair of eyes were like cat eyes, reflecting a green and fierce light under the moonlight.

This is……

dragon!

Qian Yiqun covered his chest, feeling his heart pounding like a pile driver, and if he didn't hold it down, it would fly out.

roar!

The dragon let out a roar and flew out of the water suddenly.

Qian Yiqun couldn't help but burst into tears after seeing it.

Beneath the huge dragon's head is a snake-like long neck, gradually widening, revealing a pair of thick forelimbs.

The dragon rose and twisted, as if to let Qian Yiqun see through. Qian Yiqun was just surprised by its big belly, but he saw two rows of thorny back pricks growing on its back. On the side of the back prick, a pair of huge wings suddenly spread out, and the sound of a rush was heard as it flapped.

Qian Yiqun's head was completely blank, with only two words:

Yinglong!

A dragon born for five hundred years and has horns, which is a ceratops. A dragon born for thousands of years and has wings is a dragon!

Yinglong, also known as Huanglong, is the essence of the dragon. Because it helped Dayu control the flood, it was highly praised by his ancestors. In fact, its status is not high. There is a record in historical books that Yinglong was killed for digging the wrong waterway.

The Yinglong roared and angry. Every time he flapped his wings and flew out, he was grabbed by a larger and mysterious force and pulled into the water, and he had no way to escape.

Qian Yiqun saw that its body exposed to the water was already different from Cuiluan Peak, and he didn't know how long it was to the tail of the hind limbs hidden underwater.

Such a huge creature was actually locked in this lake and could not escape. I just don’t know how the lake water hides it, and I don’t know where the dragon is when there is no water on weekdays.

Qian Yiqun was in a state of excitement. Seeing Ying Long failing to fly over and over again, a ripple suddenly appeared in his heart, and said to himself: Even if he is so powerful, he cannot escape the power of a saint. However, the saint is just a mortal who has realized the great way. It can be seen that the implementation of this great way is really unimaginable. Do those people who shouted that they were fighting against the will of heaven really know what powerful power they were fighting against?

Fortunately, this power is selfless and ordinary, unbiased to any living being, and each performs its own ways and uses the power of life and death to do things in life.

Qian Yiqun thought about this and realized it in his heart. He no longer heard the roar of wind and rain in his ears, nor could he see the waves in front of him. Only a sound of empty sounds sounded in his mind:

"Empty contains emptiness, spirit contains spirit, qi contains qi, bright contains brightness, things contain things. Those who understand this principle can communicate with each other, emotions can be connected, and shapes can be the same. Those who are the same as fire turn into fire, those who are the same as water turn into water, those who are the same as sun and moon turn into sun and moon, and those who are the same as metal and stone turn into metal and stone. Only the adults are different and transform everything, which can promote the emptiness emperor together."

This is the Datong chapter of the "Shu Hua Shu" by Tan Qiao, a Taoist priest of the Five Dynasties. Qian Yiqun once copied it on the mountain, but it was not the book stored in the Sutra Library, but the private collection of Zhao Jianyuan. At that time, Qian Yiqun didn't know the painstaking efforts of Zhao Jianyuan, and was quite impatient when assigned to this task. His handwriting was sloppy and he could handle it. Unexpectedly, this passage was actually in his mind at this moment, circling in his mind over and over again, even if he stopped it with thoughts.

Yinglong seemed to have some sense, looking at the top of Cuiluan Peak, flapping his wings and swelling, encouraging to fight against the huge force under the water. It seemed that it could really hear Qian Yiqun's heart, and it was silent for a moment. After listening to it, his cat's eyes burst into boundless anger and let out a roar of shocking dragon at Qian Yiqun.

This huge sound swept across the world and bent the plants and trees on the green peaks.

Qian Yiqun remained unmoved, not listening or seeing, but he was not worried about everything. He just played back this classic text over and over again in his mind, as if he had gained something.

Yinglong finally couldn't resist the huge force under the water, and fell into the water with a bang, and the sound was like thunder. It flipped under the water, and a bulge naturally bulged an arc on it, and then the entire dragon head broke through the water, and the water flowed from the long kiss, the dragon's whiskers rolled down, mixed with heavy rain, making a rustling sound.

Ying Long, who was flying, yelled at Qian Yiqun again, but this time the sound waves were obviously much weaker.

Qian Yiqun still ignored it, just listened to the heart sutra surging, as if he was back in the thatched hut, sitting behind his master, with his senior brother on his side, snoring with him.

He actually meditated and recuperated in the wind and rain, and completely integrated into this world, the subtle holy realm.

Yinglong roared all night, and finally disappeared into the water when the moonlight dissipated and never came out again.

The lake evaporated overnight, revealing the white gravel at the bottom of the lake.

If it weren't for the watermark left by the wet mud on the lake shore, no one would believe that the rainstorm was pouring last night, the lake was flooding, and there was a Yinglong whistling here.

Qian Yiqun came out of his concentration and was peaceful. He stretched out his muscles and bones, flew down the mountain like a monkey, just like his own stairs, no longer the trouble of climbing that day.

Although last night was considered an adventure, it was difficult to shake Qian Yiqun's heart. This day was still like usual, chopping wood, digging bamboo shoots, picking fruits, without any change.

On the sea of ​​Lingyun, the corpse dog was a few years younger overnight and turned into a five or six-year-old boy. Qian Yiqun didn't know how it would eventually become, and he didn't dare to imagine. According to what Zhong Xingyue said, once he had a dream, he fell into the acquired world, and it was no longer natural. In order to divert attention, Qian Yiqun took out the copper coins of losing money and losing treasure, sometimes turning a top, sometimes guessing positive and negative, which was also a matter of self-entertainment.

I don’t know if it was touching the nerve, the copper coin suddenly emitted a golden light and turned into two. Qian Yiqun was surprised and then a random round of them. The two copper coins were combined into one. He fiddled with them again and became three more! It was like magic.

Qian Yiqun picked up money and recalled in his heart the situation when Dai Shiming knocked down his sword that day.

He stood firm in front of the stone wall, pinched the fallen copper coins with his right hand, kept the money on, and shouted, "Spread!" and then threw the money out.

Suddenly, golden light was everywhere, and the copper coin spread out like a scattered flower, just like a rain of money, with the dingling bell falling on the ground, mixed with the echoes in the cave, which sounded very nice.

Qian Yiqun lowered his head and counted the copper coins on the ground, and there were a hundred coins. He picked up one casually, and had the idea of ​​"collecting" in his mind. The copper coins on the ground jumped up one after another and returned to one.

——This money-lost copper coins should be considered to have been refined by me.

Qian Yiqun thought to himself: Dai Shiming can only throw out more than ten pieces, but I can throw out more than a hundred pieces. Is this qualification or a different spiritual aggregate? It seems that this magic weapon is not tiring to use, and almost no spiritual aggregate consumes it.

If you regard your body as a battery, the spiritual aggregate is the power stored in the battery. The magic weapon is electrical appliances. How can there be electrical appliances that do not use electricity? Qian Yiqun is in a blessing and is born with rich spiritual aggregates. Electrical appliances like Luobao Copper Coin make him feel no power consumption at all.

How could Dai Shiming compete with him on this?

Qian Yiqun tried it several times, but he always felt that he was not satisfied enough. He simply collected the copper coins, sat cross-legged on the stone, gently typing the flowing bell, and studied the use of this magic weapon in his mind.

——Since the magic spells and talisman array can be used in combination, why can’t the magic weapon be? Well, it may not be impossible, but I don’t know. I am gifted with the magic weapon. If I can combine the magic weapon with the magic weapon, wouldn’t it be even more powerful? The magic weapon is the method of the spiritual aggregate operation!

With this sudden whim, Qian Yiqun stood up and returned to the stone wall, and carefully experienced the circulation of his own spiritual aggregate when he threw out the copper coins. After more than ten times, he finally caught a path that was almost impossible to find.

"All the universe is thrown!" Qian Yiqun shouted violently, and the spiritual agglomeration in his body was like a mountain torrent that suddenly widened the tiny path several times, and his body became weak.

With this blessing, the copper coin was indeed a golden light, splitting into a rain of money all over the sky, and it kept falling. When it all fell, there was a thick layer of copper coins on the ground, with thousands of coins. If this money could be circulated, Qian Yiqun would be a real group of money!

Qian Yiqun put away his treasure with satisfaction and thought to himself: This magic weapon was mediocre when he first saw it, but after careful consideration, it was a good thing. It used a copper coin as a book and transformed into countless spiritual copper coins. At the same time, it jumped between virtual and real, and everything it touched was real, and everything it saw was false. It was indeed a good treasure! It was wasted in Dai Shiming's hands.

Therefore, Qian Yiqun had more ways to play with copper coins every day, and in the blink of an eye, it was the full moon night again.

After tasting the sweetness, Qian Yiqun was even more motivated this time and was waiting at the top of Cuiluan Peak early.

Full moon, wind and rain, lake water, and dragon.

Everything came as scheduled.

Qian Yiqun was more likely to enter a calm and calm view under the power of the dragon. The complete version of the "Tao Te Ching" echoed in his mind, but the order of the eighty-one chapters was reversed, and there was no order of the same. Yinglong was still furious and impermanent at the beginning, but gradually became quiet. In the second half of the night, he only occasionally made a dragon roar or two.

Qian Yiqun has learned a lot of truths from this and has gained something by himself. The corpse dog in the sea of ​​Lingyun also became a cradle baby with his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping soundly.

In another month, Qian Yiqun came with his promise. This time the scripture that was automatically played was the "Sutra of Purity and Quietness". Yinglong floated on the lake and listened quietly to the sutra, without making a whistle all night.

In the days that followed, Qian Yiqun would go to the top of Cuiluan Peak to meditate when the moon was full. The scriptures he had read in his mind appeared one by one, without any repetition. Yinglong no longer jumped out of the water, but just floated in the water, revealing his two nostrils, a pair of eyes, and the high forehead, with a comfortable expression.

That night, Qian Yiqun only read the "Qiu Zu's Confession" once, and then he was already full of tears, and his repentance was uncontrollable. He stood up, looked at the calm and unwavering lake, and faced the cold night wind, stretched out his hand, letting the raindrops as thin as cow's hair fall on his palm.

I don’t know how many days I have spent in this holy realm. At first I still remember the day of the stone recorder, but I don’t know when it will change and even forget the day I remember. The so-called "Jiazi in the mountains is gone and I don’t know the year". I’m afraid that this is the case.

Ying Long, who hadn't roared for a long time, suddenly let out a dragon roar, but there was no hatred at all. He just friendlyly summoned an old friend to go.
Chapter completed!