Who thinks about big dreams, I don't know it in my life!

Dream is a mysterious state, some wonderful, some broken, and some terrifying......

Chen Sanlang felt as if he was dreaming again.

In a trance, the sky was full of fog in front of me, and a majestic city was floating in it, looming, as if floating in the air.

The prime minister beside him stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Childe, revisit the old place." ”

That's Dragon City.

I remember the last time Long Jun was invited, Chen Sanlang was picked up and came by boat, all the way to the stormy waves, strange and strange. He still remembered that the rower's name was "Jiao Dazhong", and he was a powerful demon. And this time, with the turtles and the princess, there is no need to sit on a large number of boats.

Prime Minister Gui pulled Chen Sanlang, and he didn't see how to move, so he entered the city directly, and the next moment, he had already appeared in front of the Dragon Palace Gate.

See this supreme palace of poverty and luxury again, with gold bricks paving roads, precious jade walls, and night pearls like stars...... Everything here, as long as it is taken out, can become a rare coveted rarity for ordinary people.

Looking at this piece of splendor, Chen Sanlang felt an extremely unreal feeling in his heart. He had speculated with Xu Nianniang that the Dragon Palace had long since decayed, and it might even be a pile of stone buildings, and the first time he saw it was just a false appearance presented by the illusion under the blessing of the formation.

But what about this time?

Chen Sanlang's eyes widened and he tried to distinguish them, but no matter how he looked at them, he couldn't see any flaws.

Truth and falsehood, fantasy or reality, here it seems to be completely blurred. In this place, even the ancient books and the sword of slaying evil have fallen silent, and there is no movement.

He couldn't help but ask, "Prime Minister, do you want to take me to see Long Jun?"

Prime Minister Gui nodded and said with a smile: "But today, I'm afraid there will be no banquet to entertain the son." ”

Chen Sanlang knew what he meant, the last time he went to the banquet, he pushed the cup and changed the lamp, and the delicious food was a big event, but now he sees that the Dragon Palace is deserted, and he can't see a few demons coming and going, it seems to be an empty palace.

Prime Minister Gui Cheng put his hands behind his back and sighed: "The sea is about to go, full of sorrow, how can you have the interest of drinking and having fun?"

Chen Sanlang was silent for a while and asked, "Is the Prime Minister also leaving?"

Prime Minister Gui's eyelids drooped: "Long Jun has a call, as a subordinate, he should follow." Besides, in this world, it's not me waiting for the world anymore. ”

There is a sentence that he did not say directly: humanity should be promoted, and everything else will be blown away by the wind and rain.

Chen Sanlang was clear in his heart, and it was not good to say anything.

"Let's go, don't make Long Jun wait for a long time. ”

Prime Minister Gui Cheng said, strolling leisurely, Chen Sanlang only needed to follow him, all the way through the corridor and aisle, and it didn't take long to enter a large hall.

This is a place similar to the Jinluan Palace, grand, solemn, when there is no Manchu Dynasty Wen standing, it highlights the empty silence.

The first place on the hall, there is a throne in the center, square and atmospheric, condescending, go up, you have to pass a section of steps.

On the left and right sides of the steps, there is a statue, and on the left, there is a huge turtle shape, crawling there, very stable.

"Hundreds of years, time wasted, today to return to this position, I am really ashamed!"

As he spoke, Prime Minister Turtle stepped over, stood in front of the turtle shape, stood solemnly, and instantly lost his voice, and the pestle was there, as if it had become a statue.

Chen Sanlang noticed that when he stood over, he had changed his outfit, changed into a vermilion official uniform, and had a jade belt hanging from his waist, a black gauze hat on his head, his wings relaxed, and his hands were holding a long jade wat board.

Completely like a courtier.

Chen Sanlang's heart was awe-inspiring, and when he looked up, he saw a figure on the throne, wearing an apricot yellow robe and a beaded crown, but he didn't see anything else except these clothes.

It's a rather ridiculous visual situation, but it's not unfamiliar, because it's the first time I've met Ryu-kun, and it's the same.

At that time, Chen Sanlang didn't think too much, he only felt that Long Jun was revealed by his supernatural powers, and he deliberately covered his face and did not show his face in front of people. Time has passed, and now that I see you again, I feel that I am only sitting on the throne with a crown, but not a real body.

The absurd idea flashed, Chen Sanlang didn't dare to slack off, and bowed down: "See Lord Longjun!"

"Chen Zhuangyuan, don't be polite!"

The sound of vicissitudes sounded and echoed in the hall.

The voice had changed, different from the last time, and it had become real, and it was the same voice I had heard on the surface of the lake before:

"Chen Zhuangyuan, why did you come to my Dongting this time to commit murder and kill demons?"

The tone sank, and there was a sense of accountability.

Chen Sanlang was not in a hurry: "I have to ask Lord Longjun about this." ”

"Hehe, what do you mean?"

Chen Sanlang said: "Do you remember the promise of the year?"

After a moment of silence, Long Jun asked, "The promise of the year?"

Chen Sanlang straightened up and said slowly: "Back then, the kid was invited to come to the Dragon Palace to drink, and after a few more drinks during the banquet, the Dragon Monarch came and asked me to write an impromptu composition. ”

Long Jun on the throne seemed to nod: "Yes, Chen Zhuangyuan impromptu and wrote a "Story of Yueyang Tower". Benjun has read a lot of articles, but it is rare to have such an article, thinking that this article should be the words of the benevolent, but it can be a town. ”

The town tower is not a lie, this article has long been extended on the wall of Yueyang Tower on the shore of Dongting Lake, word by word, stroke by stroke, all of which are exactly restored to Chen Sanlang's handwriting at the Dragon Palace banquet, although it is not the original, but it is no different from the real handwriting. Like an imprint, it is presented on the wall.

This kind of rubbing work is not artificial, and it adds countless mysteries and talking points to the article. Many literati come to Dongting to play, climb the tower and look into the distance, but they are not very enthusiastic about poetry, and they are unrestrained, so they want to dance and write ink - but when they see this "Yueyang Tower", they suddenly feel like they are drenched in ice water, and they are not interested, whether it is poetry or articles, they can't do it.

Isn't that ridiculous?

Chen Sanlang waited for Long Jun to finish speaking, and then said: "The kid remembers that after Wencheng was completed, Long Jun was very appreciative, so he asked me to make a request, and Long Jun did not allow it. ”

"Yes, that's what Ben Jun said, and you also made a request that day. ”

Chen Sanlang breathed a sigh of relief: "My request is to marry a dragon girl." ”

"However, Benjun once reminded you that ordinary etiquette is not suitable in the Dragon Palace, and there is no order from your parents, you can marry the dragon girl, but you must first like the dragon girl...... What does it have to do with the old things and the things of today?"

Chen Sanlang said with a smile: "Of course it matters, because the dragon girl I want to marry is Ao Qingmei, since Lord Longjun has already made a promise, but now he will marry her to someone else, isn't this a reversal?

He said it with a clear look and a loud voice, and the huge palace returned to silence.