Starting from today's chapter, at the end of each chapter, the pig will add a small column of the ink dragon to the small dictionary, which does not occupy the number of words of the vip, and dedicates some small stories about the setting of the ink dragon and the origin of the character's name to you, which is regarded as some tidbits and thoughts in writing, I hope you can like it. 3

He once heard Luo Qianqian say some rumors about the Three Musketeers, it is said that they are three very talented engineering ink masters, not only have powerful magic weapons, but also have a deep cultivation in martial arts, especially swordsmanship, so they got the nickname "Three Musketeers".

Mo Lin has admired their names for a long time, and seeing that they are so approachable, and this time thanks to their help to clear up their grievances, he can't help but immediately feel cordial to them.

Behind "Mo Lin ......" sounded Luo Qianqian's crisp voice.

Mo Lin looked back suddenly, and saw Luo Qianqian looking over nervously, with concern and worry in her eyes.

"Qianqian......" Mo Lin's heart fluttered, and he hurriedly walked in front of her in a few steps, and couldn't help but hold her hand.

Luo Qianqian struggled slightly, but she didn't break free, so she let Mo Lin pull her, and a blush appeared on her face.

"Quack...... Why is her face as red as an apple? Nie Renlong chewed the fruit and asked Tang Chuan beside him vaguely.

Tang Chuan leaned over and muttered two sentences in Nie Renlong's ear, and Nie Renlong nodded approvingly: "Old Tang, you are really sullen......

Mo Lin was puzzled, Zhongman coughed and said, "Ignore them, you can talk." With that, he pulled the Three Musketeers and walked away.

Mo Lin and Luo Qianqian held hands and strolled through the village. Snowflakes were flying all over the sky, there were few people on the road, and the whole silver-white world seemed to exist for the two of them.

"It's beautiful snow, is it the first snow of the year?" Mo Lin looked up at the snowflakes fluttering in the sky, stretched out his hand to catch a piece, watched the hexagonal snowflakes slowly melt in his hands, and asked with emotion.

"It's the first snow." Luo Qianqian said softly, her little hands were a little cold, and Mo Lin couldn't help but hold them tighter.

"That's good, it looks like you're going to greet me." Mo Lin said happily, he already has a carefree personality, although a lot of troublesome things have happened, but nature cannot be erased.

"What a stinking fart." Luo Qianqian snorted.

After a moment of silence, Luo Qianqian asked softly, "What happened these days?" ”

"Find a place to sit for a while, I'll tell you slowly." Mo Lin pointed to a bench in front of him.

The two brushed away the snow from the bench and sat down, watching the falling snow while Mo Lin told Luo Qianqian the story that happened to him.

Although he concealed a lot of stories that had to be buried in his heart, Mo Lin's story still aroused Luo Qianqian's great interest, although Mo Lin was sitting beside him, but whenever he told a dangerous plot, Luo Qianqian would nervously grab Mo Lin's hand. 3

The weather was getting colder and colder, and Mo Lin simply used two hands to put Luo Qianqian's hands together to keep her warm. The two of them were already covered with a thin layer of snow, and from a distance they looked like two snowmen sitting on a bench.

By the time Mo Lin finished telling the story, the snow had stopped and the sky was dark. The village was quiet and serene at the beginning of the snow, Mo Lin held Luo Qianqian's hand tightly, feeling the feelings of his hometown, and his heart was full of warmth.

"Even if I am the reincarnation of the Red Dragon, this is my home, and I want to be a great ink master." Mo Lin's eyes fell on Luo Qianqian's little face, which was a little red because of the cold, and thought to himself.

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In the evening, when he went to Luo's house, Mo Lin drank the steaming pumpkin soup, ate the steamed buns steamed by Aunt Luo herself, and enjoyed the most pleasant and comfortable dinner in two months.

After eating, he chatted with the three members of the Luo family until almost midnight before Mo Lin said goodbye and went out.

"It's getting dark, take this with you." Luo Qianqian sent Mo Lin to the door, took out a "light tube" and stuffed it into Mo Lin's hand.

"Hmm......" Mo Lin peeked into the yard, and saw that the two elders were in the house and didn't come out, so he became bolder, and while taking the light tube, he also grabbed Luo Qianqian's little hand.

"You'll be seen." Luo Qianqian struggled lightly and got rid of Mo Lin's "claws".

Mo Lin loves to see Luo Qianqian's delicate appearance the most, seeing her face red under the faint light of the light tube, she couldn't help but shake her heart, gently grabbed Luo Qianqian's arm, and with a little force, Luo Qianqian threw herself into Mo Lin's arms as if she was soft.

Mo Lin lowered his head slightly, and kissed Luo Qianqian's forehead gently, Luo Qianqian trembled slightly, and accepted Mo Lin's intimate action.

Saying goodbye to Luo Qianqian, Mo Lin did not go home, but walked outside the village. Thinking of the kiss in his heart, he even walked a little briskly, and even whistled happily.

"Whoosh", a white shadow fell from the tree on the side of the road, jumped onto Mo Lin's shoulder impartially, and the big fluffy tail rubbed against Mo Lin's face, it was Xiaobai.

"Hehe, the boss is a veteran of the love field." Xiao Bai's little eyes kept blinking, and he said to Mo Lin with a grin.

Mo Lin's face flushed, knowing that all the scenes just now fell in Xiaobai's eyes. He coughed and said, "What do you see?" ”

"If there were ten roast chickens, I wouldn't see anything." Xiaobai said cunningly.

"Deal." Mo Lin patted its head and reluctantly accepted this unequal condition.

Sealing Xiaobai's mouth, Mo Lin said a little excitedly: "I'll take you to meet someone." ”

"Who is it?" Xiaobai lazily burrowed into Mo Lin's badness, and seemed to be a little resistant to the cold weather outside.

"The one you guessed." Mo Lin said.

It has been more than two months since Mo Lin left Moshi Village, and his body has undergone amazing changes, and he has never been so eager to see Zhu Pingman and listen to his instructions.

"It's him." Xiaobai was not surprised, but just retracted his head into Mo Lin's arms, and probably fell asleep again.

Full of anticipation in his heart, Mo Lin's footsteps were fast, and he left the village in a short time and went straight to the forest outside the village.

The entire Sunset Mountain Range was shrouded in a thin layer of snow, and Mo Lin's feet crunched on the snow, and he crossed two hillsides and came to the old place of cultivation

"This is it, as long as I whistle, grandpa will come." Mo Lin excitedly stood in the middle of the woods and said.

"This old guy always likes to be so tricky." Xiao Bai snorted, poked half of his head out of Mo Lin's arms and looked around, and then yawned heavily.

Mo Lin put his finger to his lips and whistled loudly. The whistle was heard through the forest, eliciting a response from many birds.

A moment later, the same whistle sounded in the forest, and Mo Lin was overjoyed: "Grandpa is nearby." ”

Before he finished speaking, a figure fluttered down from the sky, and Zhu Pingman's voice came.

"Boy, I thought you died in the City of Hundred Soldiers."

Zhu Pingman slowly descended like a big bird on the big stone where he often lay and napped, holding his large wine gourd in his hand as always.

After pouring a sip of wine first, Zhu Pingman's gaze moved to Mo Lin's body, and then he stared at Xiao Bai on Mo Lin's chest with half of his head exposed.

"Is that you?" Zhu Pingman saw Xiaobai, and his eyes widened.

"Does Grandpa know Xiaobai?" Mo Lin saw that Zhu Pingman's expression was extremely strange, and he felt that something was wrong.

Xiao Bai squeaked and jumped out of Mo Lin's arms with a smile, jumped to the ground three or two times and ran not far in front of Zhu Pingman and said, "Old Zhu, let's meet again." When was the last time we met? ”

Zhu Pingman pouted and said, "What is there to remember when I met a guy like you." ”

"Have you really forgotten? That time, my eighth sister was there. Xiaobai's tone was a little teasing.

Mo Lin was surprised to find that Zhu Pingman's face was a little red, this was a new discovery. He asked strangely, "Grandpa, why is your face red?" ”

"If you drink a gourd's wine, of course you will blush!" Zhu Pingman yelled angrily.

Mo Lin scratched his head, and said in his heart that grandpa would not blush when he drank more wine than this before, didn't he see his alcohol consumption drop for a few months?

"I remember, it seems to be the time of the dragon mound." Zhu Pingman coughed and said to Xiaobai.

"That's it, it's been more than a hundred years in a blink of an eye, it's really a vicissitudes of life. Those old guys are all dead, and only you are the old immortal who is still alive. Xiaobai was not polite to Zhu Pingman.

From the conversation between Zhu Pingman and Xiaobai, Mo Lin roughly judged that they were acquaintances for hundreds of years, and they seemed to have been rivals. Fortunately, Xiaobai's strange ability before had already made Mo Lin have some guesses in his heart, so he would not be very surprised.

"In the past, I only knew that people can't be disguised, and it turns out that demon beasts can't be disguised." Mo Lin thought to himself.

"Why did you, an old monster, follow Mo Lin?" Zhu Pingman seemed unwilling to recall the past, so he diverted the topic and asked Xiaobaidao.

Xiao Bai swooped back to Mo Lin's shoulder and said, "It was the boss who picked me in the Demon God Temple." ”

Zhu Ping looked at Mo Lin, and Mo Lin hurriedly told the experience in the swamp as it was. Zhu Ping stroked his beard and sighed: "This is called bad fate." ”

"Lao Zhu, do you also accept your fate?" Xiaobai smiled proudly, "You can't deny the fact that Mo Lin is the boss of the Red Dragon." ”

"You Nine Demon Kings have been dormant for so long, waiting for the reincarnation of the Red Dragon. At the beginning, Mo Qilin and Lu Yueren were soft-hearted, and they were already doomed to today's situation. Zhu Ping said, "But it's not over yet, you may not be able to have the last laugh." ”

"What's my business, I'm not in the same league as those crazy people. I just want to play the world with the boss, and as for the war between humans and monsters, I'm not interested in getting involved. Xiaobai said disdainfully.

"As the head of the Nine Demon Kings, can you really let go of these hundreds of years of hatred?" Zhu Ping said slowly.

"What if I don't let go? You kill me, I kill you, countless human beings have died, and countless demon beasts have also died. The Red Dragon Boss was killed by Fragment Yi, and even the eighth sister was abducted by Shen Hong and Sun Qi, two little white faces, I am really tired of it. Xiaobai seemed to be tired, and leaned on Mo Lin's shoulder and said lightly, his tone full of helplessness.

It was the first time Mo Lin had seen Xiaobai so depressed, and the distressed feeling diluted the message in Zhu Pingman's words.

Since confirming that he was really the reincarnation of the red dragon, Mo Lin had taken a light look at many things. Even if the red dragon is reincarnated, even if Xiaobai is the head of the Nine Demon Kings, he will always be Mo Lin of the Mo family, and Xiao Bai will always be Mo Lin's good friend and partner.

"You can really figure it out......" Zhu Pingman was silent for a moment.

"Can't you figure it out? You know a lot more about the despicable hooks of human beings than I do, and I have heard about the events of the past, and the Seven Heroes are very good at playing the trick of crossing rivers and demolishing bridges. Xiaobai said a little teasingly.

The gourd in Zhu Pingman's hand trembled a little, because he was trembling all over. Mo Lin looked at the expression on his face very strangely, and guessed that Xiaobai's words probably evoked Zhu Pingman's unbearable past.

"Forget it, you just accept your fate. Whether it's the Red Dragon Boss, your master, you or me, we are all stepping stones. You eat and sleep in the open air, I am trapped in the swamp and sleep, but the seven heroes step on us to divide the world, and live a moist and freehand life. The world is so unfair, but what if you can't see it and figure it out? Xiao Bai sneered and said, "Do you want to be forced to death by the Seven Heroes like your senior brother?" ”

"Enough, no more!" Zhu Ping let out a low roar, and Mo Lin immediately sensed a powerful spiritual energy vibration.

"Do you think I'm going to say it, it's just that I see an old friend and complain." Xiaobai said, "I just want to follow the boss around to eat roast chicken, I forgot all the previous things." ”

Seeing that Zhu Ping was silent, Xiaobai said again: "Old Zhu, since I saw Mo Lin, I have a question I want to ask you. ”

"Just ask."

"You cultivated Mo Lin to cultivate the Three Veins and Seven Chakras, are you planning to take revenge on the Seven Great Families?" As soon as Xiaobai's question came out, Mo Lin's face suddenly turned pale.

Zhu Pingman's face also sank, he didn't make a sound for a long time, and the two of them stood quietly in the open space, waiting for this answer.

The atmosphere was tense to the extreme, Mo Lin didn't dare to take a breath, he felt his nerves tense, as if he was about to face a storm like a storm.

Just when Mo Lin couldn't bear this silence and wanted to say something to break the deathly silence, Zhu Pingman spoke.

"I have never held a grudge against anyone, and I never want to take revenge on the Seven Great Families. If Mo Lin really transforms into a red dragon and becomes a villain, I will use dragon slaying to make up for my mistake. ”

"Dragon Slayer, are you scaring me?" Xiao Bai sneered, "How can you perform the dragon slaying technique without a dragon slaying dagger, do you use your wine gourd?" ”

"What do you think this is?" Zhu Pingman's hand flickered, and a jet-black short knife had already appeared in his palm.

Xiao Bai's eyes lit up, and he said in surprise: "How can the Dragon Slayer Dagger be in your hand?" ”

On the side, Mo Lin only felt a murderous aura rushing towards him, drowning him in an instant. This was exactly the same as the feeling he felt when he met Lu Ping outside the Hundred Soldiers City that day, which made Mo Lin's hands and feet sore and weak.

"It turned out to be because of the dragon slaying dagger." Mo Lin looked at the dragon slayer dagger so closely, and finally found the answer.

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Molong becomes a small dictionary

Zhu Pingman:

The name Zhu Pingman comes from Zhuangzi's "Zhuangzi? A fable about dragon slaying in the Lieyu Ko.

"Zhu Pingman learned to slay dragons in fragmentation, a single thousand gold family, three years of skill and useless ingenuity."

It means that a person named Zhu Pingman followed Zhiliyi to learn the art of dragon slaying, spent thousands of dollars, but after three years of learning, he had nowhere to use.

This story is often used as a satire on doing stupid things that don't work.

However, Pig personally believes that many heroes can be called heroes because they do what others think are stupid. For example, Guo Jing has been guarding Xiangyang for decades, such as Xiao Feng sacrificing his life for righteousness, such as Lu Yun's life of exile......