Tang Xiaohao followed Daoua up to the second floor, and after just taking a look, he obediently turned around and went downstairs, then took a deep breath and moved up the stairs step by step with the position of the horse's hoof on the left side of the candle dragon.

Because the tool that Dauria is talking about is a huge iron bed with four iron pillars around it. It is estimated that only those who have reached a certain level of internal strength and magical power can move this thing, because there is absolutely no human being in this world who can simply move this thing with strength.

When Tang Xiaohao panted and got the candle dragon to the second floor, he heard that the candle dragon next to him was also panting, breathing loudly.

Tang Xiaohao frowned and said, "What are you gasping for? It's all me trying hard, okay?".

As if remembering something, the candle dragon pointed to the stairs with his horse's hooves.

Tang Xiaohao immediately reacted: "Yes, what should you do if you go down? No matter, when you're healed, you can find a way to go down on your own."

The candle dragon opened his eyes wide, and then pushed Tang Xiaohao against the wall and began to rub, and began to be coquettish one by one.

Daouria, who was preparing, saw this scene and said, "Should I remind you that your candle dragon is a stallion?"

Tang Xiaohao tried to push the candle dragon away with his hand: "I know, but what can I do, I only know about this virtue."

Daouria motioned for Tang Xiaohao to step forward: "Lead the horse over, and then fix its front legs on this iron post, but only above the legs."

Tang Xiaohao immediately stepped forward, and was just about to make a move, when he suddenly remembered, "No, shouldn't you fix it? I didn't operate on the candle dragon."

Dauria stood aside and replied indifferently, "Because I'm lazy."

If you won, if I hadn't seen that you were the only one who could do this surgery, I would have tied you to this iron bed and trampled you to death. Tang Xiaohao had to fix the candle dragon's left front leg according to Dauria's instructions.

Dauria took out a handful of hay from the box next to him, and then handed it to Tang Xiaohao, "Feed it to your horse."

Tang Xiaohao took it and handed it to Candle Dragon, who sniffed it and expressed his resistance.

Seeing this, Daouria said, "It is indeed difficult for a horse to eat, but if it is not eaten, it may not be able to carry it after I use the knife."

"Eat, eat, eat, if you don't eat, you'll die of pain later," Tang Xiaohao persuaded the candle dragon to eat grass, and then pretended to be careless and asked, "You can use magic to make the candle dragon fall into an illusion, just like on the day of the ancestor worship ceremony, so that it won't be in pain, maybe it will feel very happy."

Hearing this, Daouria looked at Tang Xiaohao and asked very seriously, "Did you feel very happy that day?"

Tang Xiaohao said, "It's okay, you see, I'm not going down alone."

Dauria simply said, "In the Joorda, the priests of the Torth tribe use natural spiritual powers, and they recite magic words and prayers, but they are only different in terms of language, and they are actually similar to magical powers and incantations, the only slight difference is that our power comes not only from ourselves, but also from everything around us."

Tang Xiaohao found that at this time, the candle dragon's eyes became blurred, and he lost his balance, as if he was drunk.

Tang Xiaohao had to stand on one side and let the candle dragon lean on his body to prevent it from falling.

Tang Xiaohao asked, "What does it mean to come from everything around you?"

Dauria did not answer, but asked, "What did you see during the ancestor worship ceremony after receiving the blessings of the ancestral gods? What did you feel?"

As he spoke, Dauria placed a basin under the candle dragon's left leg, and then used a knife to slowly cut the protruding part of the candle dragon's left leg, and said, "Be very slow, very slow, so as not to touch the hoof tendons attached to this bone on the outside."

Tang Xiaohao looked at the knife in Daouri's hand and replied, "I have seen many fragments of the past."

Dauria said, "Those are the things you care about."

Tang Xiaohao raised his eyes and looked at Daouri: "I care about a lot of things."

Dauria added, "Then do you see the dark side of yourself?"

Tang Xiaohao asked rhetorically, "What exactly does the dark side refer to?"

Dauria said, "That's what you think you are

The bad side of yourself."

Tang Xiaohao frowned: "It's too good-looking and smart, isn't it a bad side?"

Dauria stopped and looked into Tang Xiaohao's eyes: "Shamelessness can be regarded as a dark side."

Tang Xiaohao realized that the meaning of the illusion he saw in the ancestor worship ceremony should not be so simple, so he didn't plan to tell it to him.

Dauria added, "You actually know what your dark side is."

Tang Xiaohao said deliberately, "What is it?"

Dauria chuckled, "You know best, proud colt."

Tang Xiaohao was stunned. Indeed, his dark side is the pride of his heart, although he does not show it at all.

Dauria said, "Proud and kind, this is your dark side."

After that, Dauria paused and said, "These two points will do more harm than good, and sooner or later they will kill you."

Daouria threw the knife into the basin, slowly took out the bone that protruded from the left front hoof of the candle dragon, pinched it with two fingers, and sent it to Tang Xiaohao: "This is not a bone."

Tang Xiaohao looked at the thing in Daouri's hand and found that it was indeed not a bone, to be precise, it looked like a short sword.

Tang Xiaohao stretched out his hand to grasp the hilt of the short sword: "Why is there a short sword in the left front hoof of the candle dragon?"

"In the legend of Johora, if a weapon appears in the body of an animal, and it is born with it, it is given by the gods, and the person who obtains this weapon is the one who has been chosen and favored by the gods."

Tang Xiaohao glanced at the candle dragon who was leaning on him, still asleep: "So, I was chosen?"

Daouria began to stitch up the wound: "You met this horse and risked your life to save it through Lianboda, all this is fate, so this spirit sword should belong to you in the first place."

Tang Xiaohao stared at the Lingci sword in his hand, this sword was not metal, it felt like bone, but it felt much harder than bone, and the edge was very sharp, and this sharpness was only taken out of the candle dragon's leg.

It was as if some kind of power immediately opened the blade of the Spirit Sword after it was taken out, making the Spirit Sword cold and sharp.

After Dauria had finished stitching it, he smeared the powder on it, and then carefully wrapped the horse's legs with a white cloth soaked in the potion from the urn next to him.

Immediately afterwards, Daouria did something that made Tang Xiaohao jaw-dropping - he took off the white beard of his philtrum and chin, ripped off his white eyelashes, and tore off the white eyebrows on the surface.

Then Daouria went from an old man to a young man with gray hair.

Daouria wiped the sweat from his forehead: "What for? Didn't you know the night we met?"

Daouria's voice was no longer so old at this time.

Tang Xiaohao nodded slowly: "No wonder your voice ......?"

"But I'm Dauria and no one else, you don't have to question that."

Tang Xiaohao was confused, and thought for a long time before asking, "So, who is Su Man? Why did she ask me to go and worship my ancestors when I came back with Baomeng, because only then can I see you, and you will tell us everything we want to know."

Daouria took a deep breath, "Suman is the maid of Princess Baomeng's biological mother, Durantuya."

Tang Xiaohao suddenly realized when he heard this: "No wonder she looks so kind when she sees the princess."

Dauria added, "On the night the princess was born, Suman was the one who delivered the baby."

Tang Xiaohao nodded slowly: "I understand, what about the princess's mother?"

"Dead," Dauria replied dryly, "died shortly after the princess was born."

Tang Xiaohao shook his head: "Because of weakness? Or is there too much blood loss? Or is it something else?"

Daour's eyes squeezed: "Pony, you seem to know how to heal?"

Tang Xiaohao said: "I understand a little, I know a little bit."

Tang Xiaohao naturally wouldn't tell Daouri, the person who taught him medical skills would

It is a bone hunter who buries Tsing Yi.

Dauria said, "Because of weakness, at least I think so after examination, but the queen was originally in good health, and as for why she died, it is still a mystery."

Tang Xiaohao shook his head and said, "There are too many mysteries in the Rouyuan Tuo Si Division, and I can't even figure it out in my mind, but there is one thing, after I walked through the Seven Stars Trick Road, I am very suspicious."

Dauria asked, "What is it?"

Tang Xiaohao moved his shoulders slightly, not letting the candle dragon fall, but also making himself comfortable.

Then, Tang Xiaohao said in a deep voice, "The old clan king Tuohetai shouldn't be dead yet, right?"

Daouel's face changed suddenly, and after a long silence, he asked, "Why do you think so?"

Tang Xiaohao explained: "Everything that the Bone Hunter does in the Seven Star Trick is for the Immortal Technique, and the Seven Star Trick is related to the Torsi Ministry, otherwise Su Man wouldn't be there, if Tuohetai is already dead, then there is no need for the Tors Department to cooperate with the Bone Hunter for more than ten years, I am more sure after meeting Gurke, although everyone is willing to live forever, but he doesn't seem to be so interested in those things, of course, this is all my speculation."

Daouria got up and walked to the side, poured himself a glass of dark water, took a sip and said, "There are two kinds of immortality, longevity and rejuvenation."

After speaking, Daouria turned to look at Tang Xiaohao: "And I, belong to the second type."

The Lingci Sword in Tang Xiaohao's hand fell directly to the ground, the blade was facing downward, and it stabbed directly into the floor, and then let out a low sword roar.

The sound of the sword directly woke up the candle dragon who was still asleep.

Tang Xiaohao immediately comforted the Candle Dragon, who struggled slightly, then kept quiet, and no longer leaned on Tang Xiaohao's body, but looked down at the Spirit Sword, as if it knew very well that the Spirit Sword was taken from its body.

Daouria raised the cup in his hand, "You're thirsty too, aren't you?" Would you like to have a drink, this is my own tea, it quenches your thirst, and it will give you a good night's sleep."

Tang Xiaohao leaned over and pulled out the Lingci sword, pointing at Daouri with the sword: "You, you ......"

Daouria looked at the tip of the Spirit Sword, "Are you looking at me with the tip of your sword as an enemy?"

Tang Xiaohao immediately put it down: "No, it's just, I think it's incredible."

Daouria asked, "Why?"

Tang Xiaohao said: "Because as far as I know, from the beginning of the Kunlun Dynasty to the present, the rulers of all dynasties have wanted to live forever or rejuvenate, but unfortunately no one has done it, these are people with supreme power, and you ......

"And I'm just a priest, right?" Daouria turned and poured himself another cup of black tea, "That's exactly where the problem is, because I'm a priest."

What do you mean?

Are priests closer to the gods?