"What's wrong with you, is it true that there is a dragon?" Geng Bo scratched his head, not understanding what Chen Yi was talking about.

Chen Yi didn't care much about him, just said, "The dragons you said are silver-white, green, and yellow, and they all have a length of hundreds of zhang?"

"Well, Engong, Lian'er won't"

Lian'er seemed to be afraid that Chen Yi would not believe it, and her head was also very hard.

"Maybe that's the case!"

Chen Yi's face was strange, regardless of everyone's doubts, he took out the wolf hair, dissolved the cinnabar and the rain, found a huge canopy that could shelter from the wind and rain, sat down cross-legged, and waved it on the back of the codex given by Bing Ji.

"What is he doing?"

A few people didn't understand what Chen Yi was going to do, it seemed that he was going to paint, but what kind of painting was he painting at this time?

Geng Bo's slowly increasing rain always feels a little worse, and it should be bigger and more violent.

But where is the poor heat?

He felt like it was all flowing into Chen Yi's mind!

I don't think about Lian'er's problem well, and I don't let myself go to Bing Ji and Zhang Yuchen, two old immortals, to settle accounts, but like a sour literati, splashing ink in the wind and rain, Ya, in fact, it is the head that is filled with water, and Nima is filled with a lot!

The rain is still falling, the water is still filling, and Chen Yi's pen is becoming more and more wanton, and a red wave with nine curves and eighteen rings gradually appears above Lao Xuan in Jing County.

"This is the Yellow River?"

Two beams of light suddenly shot out of the phoenix's eyes, and she only felt a rushing roar on the paper, although it was red cinnabar ink, but what she imagined in her mind was a big yellow dragon that stretched for thousands of miles, soaring down from the sky, heading straight for the East China Sea and never returning!

"It's really the Yellow River!"

Geng Bo also stopped his heart and smashed his mouth, also taken by the momentum on the paper.

"Ahh

Lian'er suddenly screamed, took a few steps back one after another, her face was pale, her lips trembled, her expression panicked, and she pointed to the picture scroll in Chen Yi's hand like seeing a poisonous snake and beast, "That's it, that's it, it's the big yellow dragon!"

"This is a dragon? I said Lian'er, can we stop joking? A painting is still painted on the Yellow River, how can it be a dragon?"

Geng Bo said with his teeth bared.

Lian'er was, without the slightest joke, Yan Sù said, "This is the dragon!"

"Yes, it's a dragon!"

Chen Yi knew in his heart, just as he guessed, he explained: "I once watched Mount Tai, the Yellow River, Kunlun and get the dragon potential, there is a vast and surging meaning in the chest, at the beginning of the observation of the vertical and horizontal, gradually later, a little less fresh care, and then later, I will get used to nature, take it as its own thing and take it for granted, no longer deliberately pay attention, this is just now when I can't remember." ”

"Then it's impossible to raise a dragon in the body!"

Geng Bo still can't figure it out, can you raise dragons by watching dragons?

That Lao Tzu will not do anything in the future, watch the dragon for ten years, open a zoo, and definitely make a lot of money.

Chen Yi explained with a temperament, "It's not that I have a dragon in my body, but that I have a dragon potential in my divine will, Kunlun, Taiyue, the Yellow River, the dragon potential of the three big dragon veins, Kunlun is located in the west, the dragon of platinum, the dragon of Taiyue in the East, the dragon of Aoki, the Yellow River Needless to say, the Xuanhuang big yellow dragon of China, Lian'er is a spirit body, and the angle of things is different from ours, not with eyes, but with spiritual sense, with dragon potential in my spiritual sense, then she is naturally a dragon!"

Speaking of which, the three of them understood a little, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, what you see is not necessarily zài, and what you see is not not zài!

Chen Yi also thought a lot in his heart at this moment, he had always wondered why only the dragon rider was close to the earth's qi, he originally thought that the existence of the "Dragon Sutra" was not only like that, but now his dragon observation also played a huge role.

There are spirits in the mountains, rivers and valleys, and his own breath is similar to the spirit of the mountains, rivers and valleys, so it is not surprising that he can get close to the earth's qi!

"But why do they eat Lian'er, Lian'er has never harmed people, and she doesn't have the slightest intention of harming Engong!"

Lian'er's far away deputy galloping big yellow dragon retreated step by step, fearful as a ghost, and Yi Shi didn't feel a trace of jealousy.

Chen Yi smiled bitterly, he didn't blame Lian'er for thinking too much for no reason, but he might not be able to get along calmly.

Bang Bang Bang ...... The rain has developed from a dull and obscure to a pouring down, and the canopy of the tree is as big as an umbrella cover, but it can no longer hold the wind and rain at this time, and the wide and fat leaves will be like rainwater and gather into a larger stream, which will fall down the cracks of the branches.

With the roaring anger like the doomsday rain reflected in his eyes, Chen Yi stood in place, stunned for a while.

"Forget it, my body can't accommodate you, and I can't control these three dragons myself, so you should continue to stay in the soul box, and I'll think of other ways after a while." ”

Getting this codex from Bing Ji and Zhang Yuchen can be said to be a pleasure, but the result is not very satisfactory, not only did he achieve nothing, but Chen Yi fell into contemplation.

The dragon is raised in the body, but the dragon does not listen to his constraints, even if they are powerful and majestic, they can be born in their own body, it is also a disaster!

Walking out of that inexplicable love, he picked up the sundries on the ground, folded and put away the cinnabar Yellow River picture scroll stained with a few points of crystal rain, and his expression brought a sense of sadness that should not be in this spring breeze.

"Eun Gong, I, no, I don't have ......"

Lian'er thought that she had said the wrong thing and done the wrong thing, so she hurriedly explained, but Chen Yi was excited, waved her hand, signaled that there was no need to say more, and then walked straight into the pouring rain.

The three of them looked at each other, and for some reason, they always felt that the footsteps with a unique rhythm stepped out of a sense of sadness.

Chen Yi walked in the rain, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

The dragon rider, the person who controls the dragon veins of the mountains and rivers, but a few people know that it is just a false rumor!

Hundreds of generations of ancient and modern ancestors, how can there ever be a person who has really piloted a dragon, not all of them are in Longtan but have no power to get out, they can only follow the set fate, step by step towards the abyss?

Even if you are as advanced as Guru Padmasambhava, can't you only rely on reincarnation to escape by living?

In fact, they can't be called dragon riders, they should be called dragon riders!

For so many days, he tried his best not to think about these things, and he kept laughing and even publicizing, but at this time, he couldn't help but think about it more, otherwise he would not think about it until he had seen enough Kowloon, then it would not be that the daylily was cold, but rotten!

——During the night rain in Bashan, in a group of tents thousands of kilometers away from Chen Yi and others, in one of the inconspicuous but not shabby tents, Bing Ji and Zhang Yuchen were sitting cross-legged, with a plate of peanuts and a pot of century-old Huadiao wine in front of them.

The rain hits the tent, sandwich a peanut, drink a cup of flower carving, it can be regarded as a don't have some fun.

"Failed?"

Zhang Yuchen's fingers shook slightly, and the peanut he was holding fell to the ground.

The flower carving in Bing Ji's hand shook slightly, and a rich fragrance came out, and he also frowned, and said, "Three dragons, you and I still expect it to be simple." ”

Zhang Yuchen smiled bitterly and said, "It's not easy to sell personal favors." ”

"That's not the case, that person may have already calculated, you know, at the beginning, whether it was mental art or cultivation, you and I were not his opponents when they were tied together!"

Bing Ji put down the quaint black porcelain cup, picked up a peanut between his middle finger and index finger, but did not put it in his mouth, but threw it on the table like a dice seed.

Zhang Yuchen raised his eyebrows, took the peanut in his hand, and said, "You mean, could it be that this is also expected by that person?"

Bing Ji nodded.

Zhang Yuchen's face changed, but he said, "Why is he doing this?

"Not really!"

Bing Ji said, "You must know that the man has always behaved perversely, and you and I are normal. ”

Zhang Yuchen was still pondering the peanut, and after a while, he suddenly said, "Prescribe the right medicine, maybe we can guess some." ”

"What's the right way to do it?"

Bing Ji said with a frown.

Zhang Yuchen threw the peanut into his mouth, bit it down, and rattled it, then said, "Brother Bing, what do you want Chen Yi to lack the most now?"

"What is Chen Yi missing?"

Bing Ji thought carefully, and at the same time said, "He is not short of money, he is not short of women, although he is not at the peak, although he has not reached the peak, he can be proud of the past and the present at the same age; fame, the dragon rider is already resounding in the north and south, and this time one after another limelight, even if he can't get the position of chairman in the end, it can be regarded as pouring oil on fire, and with his temperament, he should ask for nothing more......

"Hehe, Brother Bing, you've finally got to the point!"

Zhang Yuchen interrupted Bing Ji with a smile.

Bing Gillette counted a few things, but he still didn't understand what Chen Yi lacked.

Zhang Yuchen didn't wait for him to ask again, "Resentment!"

"Resentment?"

Bing Ji was even more puzzled, "Confucianism cultivates righteousness, Taoism cultivates true qi, and Buddhism talks about chance, but after all, they all go the same way, all of which make people stand in heaven and earth with good roots, and resentment can be said to be the poison of good roots, how can anyone raise resentment?"

"Definitely!"

Zhang Yuchen said something else, "I mean, don't you think Chen Yi is too neutral and peaceful now?"

Seeing that Bing Ji was still at a loss, Zhang Yuchen simply said his own conjecture, "Yes, Chen Yi is indeed arrogant on the outside, and it seems to be out of place compared to many monks, but haven't you noticed that although he is like this on the outside, he is a different person on the inside? Have you ever heard that he harms others and benefits himself for his own selfishness?"

Bing Ji's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had caught something, and said, "Yes, a child who grew up in an orphanage suffered a lot when he was young, but he can know good and evil, know how to be grateful, and know contentment, which is a good thing, but compared to the previous generations of dragon riders, he is also too satisfied, too desireless, and lacks too much extreme momentum to become a benevolent if he does not succeed!!"

"Exactly!"

Zhang Yuchen finally laughed, "The best way to make a person's desire insatiable, or to make a person a hero, is to be resentful, King Yingzheng of Qin, proton of Zhao State, his own mother is ~ debauched, he has suffered from white eyes, Cao Agui, the eunuch and his grandson, no one can afford it, Liu Bei, Li Yuan, Genghis Khan, Zhu Yuanzhang, which one of the ancient and modern heroes is not a person full of resentment?

Although he knew that the madman of that vein could never deal with it with common sense, Bing Ji still couldn't help but shudder, what kind of crazy person would be born ...... - at the same time, on the top of the mountain dozens of miles away from them, a man in black clothes and black robes stood quietly in the rain, under the black robe was a hideous and terrifying blue-faced fang, but those eyes were extremely bright, like two lightning bolts, directly hitting a young man walking alone in the rain.

"Boy, no matter how many years you've been, you should be pleasantly surprised. The whole Bashan is dead, enough to nourish half of your body of resentment and half of your body of yin!"

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