It has been three months since I entered the kingdom of heaven by mistake, and the speed of time and space here is different from that of the human world. As the saying goes, one day in heaven and one year on earth, after being slowed down by the great powers of the queen of heaven, Rao has narrowed the gap, but it is almost a year. In the New Year, the world is lively, the lights are bright to celebrate the New Year, but the "heaven" is a different scene. On this day, the kingdom of heaven ushered in the first rain in a hundred years, the first dark and oppressive cloudy day. Zhan Tao sat on the edge of the window of the second-floor attic, holding a pot of green bamboo in his arms, looking at the leaden gray clouds and worrying.

Every day, he would go to Mr. Dongpo to discuss the countermeasures for returning home, in fact, he wanted to ask when he would be able to do it. Mr. Dongpo generally does not answer this question directly, and he more often says that it is not yet time. Zhan Tao didn't understand what kind of opportunity Mr. was waiting for, he was very anxious, because he had to go back, and he still had a lot to do. When emotions accumulate to a certain extent, you need to find a place to vent, so Zhan Tao began to sharpen his knife skills in addition to accompanying his little sister to climb the mountain every day.

Practicing the knife calmed his restless heart a little, so that he could calmly wait for an answer. When you let go of the control of your body and let it move with the knife, the sword light in the bamboo forest will glimpse, the green leaves will crackle, the leaves will fall under your feet, and the spiritual power will be released wantonly. In the eyes of onlookers, this is probably a set of irregular knife techniques, and the only thing worthy of praise is the beauty formed by the free and easy. Indeed, Zhan Tao did not study much on the knife technique, and when he fought with the enemy, he was more improvised, and there were not so many routines.

This is also related to the character of the knife man, Zhan Tao often changes back and forth in the dual personality, his knife can be both fierce and direct, but also agile and treacherous, not so much his knife technique, but a kind of knife. Zhan Tao had the idea of trying to use two very different ways of using a two-handed knife, but there was no doubt that this idea would not work. Because, personality can be switched, but it cannot coexist, and the same is true for the knife.

I have been accompanying my little sister to climb the mountain for a while, but unfortunately, Zhan Tao still hasn't been able to meet the mysterious old man. It's not that he hasn't made a request, and he has also expressed sincerity, but the old man has a tough attitude, and if he doesn't see it, he won't see it, and Zhantao has no choice. As a result, every time the little sister goes to the old man to learn from the scriptures, Zhan Tao can only practice the knife lonely in the bamboo forest, but fortunately he can pass the time here, and he will not be bored.

Mu Xiaozhi's time after class is not accurate, probably related to the interest of the old man, today is very early, the sunset has not yet set, the little sister is jumping with a bamboo basket on her back, like a wild girl in the farmhouse. Zhan Tao looked back, and couldn't help but say, "So much, it's a lot of gain." ”

The little sister danced with her eyebrows, "Grandpa has passed on a few tricks to me to find the treasures of heaven and earth, and it really works!"

"Tell me. "Zhan Tao is very excited.

Mu Xiaozhi shook his fingers, "Brother, don't think about it, you can't learn it." ”

Zhan Tao didn't force it, and said, "Why, he still won't let you call the master?"

"That's right. Mu Xiaozhi was a little frustrated, "Grandpa said that if I don't learn spells for a day, he won't recognize me as an apprentice for a day." ”

"The old man is looking for someone to inherit his mantle. Zhan Tao touched his chin and thought alone, "You say, he is so powerful and knows so much, how can he be willing to live in seclusion in the mountains and be a busy person." ”

Stepping on the bluestone path down the mountain, Mu Xiaozhi raised his thin white chin, "Grandpa said that people are greedy and always want to pick up things they can't bear, so if you carry too much, you will be very tired." ”

Back in the courtyard, Zhan Tao brought a huge pot from the back kitchen and began the daily work of boiling water to stew dragon eggs. Such a large pot, back and forth to transport more than ten times of water, at this time, Mu Xiaozhi will crush the collected medicine, and when the water is boiled, it will all be sprinkled inside. This seems to be a very unreliable method, but it is precisely the old man's teaching of the twigs, boiling water is to promote medicinal properties, and the second is to stimulate the activity of dragon eggs. At first, Zhan Tao also questioned this rough method, but later saw it a few more times, and found that the dragon egg scale pattern did react, so he was no longer convinced.

Boiling eggs is like boiling an eagle, this is the image summary of Zhantao, because you have to constantly add firewood to help burning, and you have to send people to guard it at all times, which is really grinding. It's not that I haven't used my brains, and I tried to go sideways, the old man made it clear that he had to use the most primitive method, the purest flame of nature, to have the effect of hatching. The door was not successful, Zhan Tao had to guard honestly, the little sister has always been sleepy, symbolically accompanied for half an hour, and then yawned and went into the inner room to sleep.

The long night is long and sleepless, one person, one pot and one egg, Zhan Tao often feels sad. He held the knife and held his spirit, hovering between sleep and wakefulness. The cauldron billowed white smoke and drifted away far away. On this great night, some people slept soundly, and some people did not sleep. They walked up to the stargazing platform and wanted to see the stars of another country, but they inadvertently saw the smoke. It was a very light puff of fine smoke, like a soft silk in the hand, and someone reached out, and a hundred miles away, he could not catch it, but he smelled the tempting scent.

Since the beginning of the stars, countless powerful beings have been born, some of them shine like stars eternally, and some of them are like meteors that disappear in the blink of an eye. The dragon, a powerful species, has ruled the continent for many years, and no one can deny its charm, which is the blood and bone marrow of people, and the infinite worship of power. He was surprised that tonight, he smelled the scent of the dragon, although it was very faint, it was easy to be ignored, maybe he was lucky tonight, and he stumbled upon it.

Without hesitation, he leapt down from the stargazing platform, and then, with a lunge, he shot like an arrow, with a clear purpose and swiftness. From the eye, he was dressed in a night suit that almost blended in with the night. But in fact, he just likes to wear black. For this reason, his mother has repeatedly verbally blamed him, saying that black is not noble. After a few times, he finally gave a reasonable explanation, saying, "People who are confident enough never do too much about clothing." ”

It's a bit of a stinky fart, but it's very much in line with his character. The directness of his words has an indescribable charm, so he is deeply loved by his mother and has been favored for decades. Therefore, he held a lot of power at a young age, and the expeditionary force under his command led the western frontier generation all the year round, and his army, with the largest number and the strongest strength, could be unveiled and reigned as king at any time as long as he wanted.

However, both the queen of heaven and himself know very well that this day will never come. This is also the reason why Niangniang dares to let go of the western realm, that desolate forbidden land can only be entrusted to her henchmen.

He is ranked thirty-two, and everyone respectfully calls him the thirty-second prince, he has a very high status, but he is not the son of Niangniang. Tonight, he smelled the dragon's incense, and after a third of the incense, he pushed open the door of the courtyard.