"Wow. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "I didn't know what my father was going to do, so I could only obediently follow him. My mother's figure faded away under the torches, but I knew she had been standing there, respectful and cowardly.

Along the way, I was thinking about my mother's parents.

After the eldest lady went away, Wei Yan dedicated her to her father as a stepmother. The eldest sister and the second brother were born to the eldest mother, and I was born to the mother, and she regarded the three of our brothers and sisters as her own, and in front of my father, my mother was always a docile and cowardly wife.

Her surname is Wei, and she is one of the many outstanding women in the Wei family. Although she is a distant relative of Wei Yan who can't be far away, she is a member of the Wei family after all, and with such a big backing, she has never been arrogant.

But year after year, her father's dissatisfaction with the Wei family gradually passed on to her.

But she kept swallowing her anger, willing to be separated from me, rather than anger her father. If her affectionate forbearance is placed on ordinary women, no one will believe it if it is not love.

But she was the one sent by Wei Yan, so whether she was arrogant or forbearing, she was doomed to no good results. is arrogant, she is acting for the Wei family and the tiger, but she is forbearant but makes people feel that she has bad intentions......

Therefore, the mother-in-law who seems to be the most simple and easy to understand has become the most taboo person in the Qi family.

When we came back to our senses, we had reached the study. The father dismissed all his subordinates, locked the door from the inside, and walked solemnly to the back bookcase and carried all the books to the floor without saying a word.

The bookcase is different from the bookshelf, which is used to display commonly used books, while the bookcase is a large cabinet that collects used books and books.

I looked at my father, who was constantly moving books, and the book he was looking for was not on the shelf?

"You're here to help, too." Seeing that I was stunned, he frowned in displeasure.

"Uh...... Here. I put down my scepter, tied my robe, and picked up my book.

After all the books were removed, he grabbed the wooden strip protruding from the bottom of the bookcase and lifted it, revealing a wooden board with a large lock hanging from the bottom, which looked somewhat like a door embedded in the ground.

The father took out a key from his bosom and inserted it into the lock, and the lock snapped open. He pushed the plank away, and there was a stone staircase underneath.

Is it really a door?! The corners of my mouth twitched unconsciously, and my father had already taken the lead in the dark passage. I immediately followed, and at the end of the tunnel was a circular stone chamber with nothing but a rectangular carved dragon pillar lying on the ground.

Directly above the stone pillar, the roof of the chamber is embedded with an egg-sized pearl of the night, and next to it is a relief of two frolicking dragons.

Father walked up to the pillar, gave a salute to his shoulder, and then - knelt down!

"Lingyu, why don't you come to meet my ancestor of the Qi family?" He looked back at me reproachfully.

Primogenitor...... Sarcophagus?! I pointed to the sarcophagus with trembling hands and feet: "Father, father, you mean, this is ...... Well, it's lying! Lying the ancestor of the Qi family? "Which ancestor? Qi tired, who fled into Wolong Valley with dragon eggs? Or an earlier ancestor of the Dragons?

"What are you doing there when you know it? Do you want me to discount your legs? Father got up slowly, his face glowing cold in the light of the night pearl.

"Uh...... No," I immediately stepped forward and knelt down, no wonder I always felt that the study was gloomy, and there was a coffin underneath......

The father sighed, reached out to hold the top of the sarcophagus, and then, with a "bang", pushed the lid open. An inexplicable chill spread, and I withdrew a few feet with my hands and feet, and looked at him with a panicked face: "Father, father, you, you, you, you!" ”

He put his hand into the sarcophagus with a calm expression, and I was completely petrified, and it was the first time I saw the father who brought his daughter to lift the coffin of his ancestors......

I saw him take out a piece of bones from the coffin...... Oh, dazzled, it's a cylindrical jade carving. "It's just a mound of clothes," the father opened the jade carving, took out a scroll from it, and brushed it to remove the ribbon on the scroll: "It was set up by the ancestor of Qi Lei to pay tribute to the ancestor who wrote the "How to Train the Dragon Scroll". ”

"Whew...... "I see, it scared me to death!" I swallowed, only to find that my throat was extremely dry.

"There's only the upper scroll here, you can take it." He put the scroll in my hand, turned around and walked out: "Remember to seal it and put it back in its place when you read it." ”

"Whoa!" I hugged the scroll and nodded, my father was gone.

It is said that 500 years ago, my ancestor Qi Ti and his people hurriedly fled to Wolong Valley, and in order to prevent the army from coming to snatch the "How to Train the Dragon", he divided the most important lower scroll of the scroll and placed it separately.

However, this is only a few decades. He died in fear of being chased by the army, but he didn't have time to say where the scroll was before he died.

This legend turned out to be true!

I opened the scroll and looked cross-legged: Ying Long, with four wings and a fierce temperament, likes to live in the Xuantian Cliff Cave; The glass dragon, with blue scale armor, has a fierce temperament, and likes to live in the pool; The dragon, with red phosphorus all over his body, has horns on his head, has an impermanent temperament, and likes to live in a cold soil cave......

The handwriting on the scroll was as dense as ants, but the more I looked at it, the more novel it became. The content above is more detailed and interesting than what the master taught, and there are many places that I have never heard of.

For me, who didn't dare to catch dragons, the commentary on the scrolls fully satisfied my curiosity. It's just that, after reading the explanation of the last dragon, I didn't find a single word related to "how to train your dragon".

Before I knew it, the scroll was already on the ground. Rubbing my astringent eyes, I crawled along the unfolded scroll to the beginning, where the four large characters "How to Train Your Dragon" were embroidered with dark gold silk thread.

I'm not dazzled! What about dragon taming? Where is it?

Could it be that in the lost next volume? I rolled the scroll back into place and walked out of the stone chamber with a sore limb.

When I walked out of the dark passage full of questions, my father was still sitting in the study drinking tea. The candles on the candlestick had burned out, and the morning light that came in through the window hit him, and unexpectedly I saw my father's gray hair grow a lot.

"Lingyu, can you finish reading?" He put down his teacup and looked up at me.

"I've read it, but I haven't seen any information related to how to train your dragon. Isn't this How to Train Your Dragon Chronicles? "I climbed out of the bookcase, and my father's hand was raised, and a copper lock fell into my hand." Lock it and fill it back in. ”

"Well, that's good. You look very closely. The father picked up the purple clay pot and poured water into the cup.

"The first volume of the scroll records all the breeds of dragons and their habits, but the information about how to train dragons, how to raise dragons, and the weaknesses of dragons are recorded in the second volume, which has disappeared for five hundred years."

And so it was! I looked up in surprise, but my father sighed and said, "Because of this, in addition to governing Dragon City, every city lord also has an important task, which is to find the next volume of How to Train the Dragon Scroll. ”