Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

Seeing the old monk, Yuan Zhisheng suddenly understood the cause and effect.

It's inherently weird.

The vice-principal was invited here to analyze the alchemical matrix, oh, now it's rune text.

So why call him Yuan Zhisheng?

In terms of combat power, it is obvious that Gao Tianyuan needs him more.

Lu Mingfei is Caesar here. In fact, Lu Mingfei alone is enough.

Now Yuan Zhisheng finally understood that it was not Lu Mingfei's intention to come here, but the old monk in front of him.

He called me...your highness?

Yuan Zhisheng noticed the old monk's title.

He nodded.

The old monk did not leave directly, but went to find Lu Mingfei.

"Oh, you want my help?"

Lu Mingfei looked at them.

"OK."

Lu Mingfei agreed immediately, and the vice principal and others were still discussing it heatedly, but for a while there was no result.

This is normal, and Lu Mingfei is also mentally prepared to analyze an unfamiliar field from scratch, and it will take time to grind it out bit by bit.

The most important thing is the direction. Now that the rune text has been determined and we have an idea, I believe that with the vice-principal's attainments in the field of alchemy, there will definitely be results.

Caesar Palace Motomoto has some experience in alchemy. Although he is not as good as the vice principal, he can still provide inspiration and a possibility.

Lu Mingfei can't help here for the time being.

He had been down there a few more times just now.

This was what the vice principal meant. He hoped that Lu Mingfei would try to find other rune characters.

The result is obviously not.

Perhaps we can only come to a conclusion after the vice-principal goes down to see it in person.

With the old monk in front, they walked back.

Lu Mingfei and Yuan Zhisheng were side by side.

Lu Mingfei did not take off his bronze mask and remained in the throne position.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Lu Mingfei looked straight ahead. He could feel Yuan Zhisheng's occasional glances. The young master of the Eight Sheqi Family was looking at him with vague hostility.

Lu Mingfei couldn't understand.

Just because I understand it, I don’t know how to deal with it.

Stealing a bride?

Not to not to not to.

Lu Mingfei was startled by the idea that suddenly appeared in his mind.

What a steal.

What kiss?

He and Eriki just have an ordinary and pure relationship between a man and a woman, nothing more.

"You now."

Yuan Zhisheng said.

"A human or a dragon."

Unexpectedly, it was Yuan Zhisheng who spoke first.

Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

"I'm not too sure either."

"But this..."

Lu Mingfei lowered his head and looked at the dragon scale.

"Actually, it's possible for every hybrid to do it."

Yuan Zhisheng was surprised.

"Every half-breed?"

"Um."

"Dragon blood is a key. If you get this key, you may open the door to the treasure."

"You mean, the road to becoming a god."

"That's what you call him. As for me, I call him Dragon Blood Martial Arts."

"I heard that all the students in this department are practicing martial arts."

"No, no, it's different."

Lu Mingfei had read the information on Kassel headquarters' martial arts campus plan. The familiar Kyushu martial arts were blossoming in other worlds, and Lu Mingfei was very interested in this.

He looked forward to seeing the future of the combination of Kyushu Martial Arts and Dragon Blood System.

But what Lu Mingfei is talking about now is not Kyushu Martial Arts.

"It's dragon blood."

"Dragon Blood Martial Arts."

"Is it different from the headquarters?"

"certainly."

Lu Mingfei was happy to introduce him.

However, the difference between Dragon Blood Martial Arts and Dragon Blood System has been introduced before, but now it is replaced by Dragon Blood Martial Arts and Kyushu Martial Arts, which is quite strange.

Lu Mingfei thought about it and found a suitable entry point.

Well, there is.

"Basically, ordinary people can practice Kyushu Martial Arts."

"Dragon Blood Martial Arts only have mixed bloods."

"As for the speed of practice, Dragon Blood Martial Arts is faster than Kyushu Martial Arts in the early stage. In the later stage,..."

Lu Mingfei shook his head.

"It's not easy to compare."

After all, Dragon Blood Martial Arts is still an unfinished road. Theoretically, there are martial arts saints in Kyushu Martial Arts, but Kyushu has not been there for many years. If Lu Mingfei hadn’t been helping the little emperor cut down mountains and destroy temples, he would have jumped out with half of his body almost buried in the ground. If you are old and immortal, it is estimated that the whole Kyushu will only think that the so-called Martial Saint is just a legend and it is completely impossible to achieve it.

"The progress of Dragon Blood Martial Arts will be faster."

Yuan Zhisheng cares about this very much.

Now Yuan Zhisheng urgently needs strength.

The dragon enemy is now.

"Come on, give me your hand."

Lu Mingfei held Yuan Zhisheng's hand.

Closing moment of induction.

Dragon Blood Martial Arts focuses on developing dragon blood in hybrids, balancing human personality and dragon personality, and stably controlling one's own bloodline in a conscious state, thus beginning to restore one's origins quickly, even beyond the cage.

But the premise of all this is dragon blood.

Lu Mingfei put down Yuan Zhisheng's tactics.

Sure enough, it was the same as he thought before.

"Brother Yuan, this is the general outline of Dragon Blood Martial Arts. You should memorize it first."

The source of the child should be solemn.

What Lu Mingfei spoke was Chinese, and it was in classical Chinese. His words were small and meaningful, and each word was precise. He had an immature memory and could write it down after hearing it once. However, he struggled to understand it. Many parts were obscure and unclear, and he only had a partial understanding of it.

This is thanks to the fact that Yuan Zhisheng has been a top student since he was a child. He has read all kinds of books and has dabbled in many classics from the Far East.

This is slightly better than knowing nothing.

Lu Mingfei explained for Yuan Zhisheng.

It's an easy job.

Previously, Lu Mingfei personally attended the martial arts initiation for the half-dead boy.

When he returned to the ancient temple, Yuan Zhisheng could roughly understand.

"Try to push it."

"Sensing dragon blood."

Lu Mingfei said to Yuan Zhisheng.

"However, I still suggest that you just try and don't have high expectations."

Yuan Zhisheng's heart moved and he glanced at Lu Mingfei.

He nodded.

The three thousand words of the general outline of Dragon Blood Martial Arts flashed through Yuan Zhisheng's mind.

Every word in the article is like a pearl.

Yuan Zhisheng was amazed.

Even though I was just thinking about it, it seemed as if this outline was actually presented before my eyes, as if it were real.

Could it be that this is the sea of ​​consciousness mentioned in the ancient books of the Far East.

Science can't explain it, but there are too many things that science can't explain. You can give orders to the world by speaking dragon language. The so-called speech spirits can exist.

Yuan Zhisheng calmed down and tried to activate the Dragon Blood Martial Arts.

The first step is to sense your own bloodline.

In this step, the stronger the bloodline, the easier it is to sense.

The real difficulty comes later, trying to stabilize the dragon personality and the human personality, strike a balance, and then embark on the Dragon Blood Martial Arts.

But Yuan Zhisheng was stuck.

He actually couldn't feel his own blood.

Yuan Zhisheng took a deep breath and tried two more times.

The result remains the same.

Yuan Zhisheng looked at Lu Mingfei.

"no."

"As expected."

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly.

A long time ago, when he was still in the Sword Warrior clan, Lu Mingfei had the idea of ​​trying to teach Fengjian Liuli Dragon Blood Martial Arts.

Later, nothing happened.

At that time, Lu Mingfei discovered that Fengjian Liuli's bloodline was very special.

I just thought it was because of the royal blood.

But later, after Lu Mingfei met Yuan Zhisheng, he discovered that this was not the case.

Not only Kazama Ruri, but also Minamoto and even Eri Yi and Uesugi Koshi.

All three precious lives.

Their ancestry is incomplete.

It’s hard to imagine.

As strong as the Three Prestige Life, there is almost an essential gap between it and other hybrid species, and it is infinitely close to pure-blood dragons.

Such a three noble life, the bloodline is actually incomplete.

But it's true.

Lu Mingfei has met all the existing three noble lives, even the previous generation of Shadow Emperor Uesugoshi.

Their ancestry is incomplete.

In fact, think from another angle, or in other words, change a frame of reference.

Don't compare Sanguiming with ordinary hybrids.

What they are comparing should be the four great monarchs.

Sanguiming is the first generation species.

Shikio Miyamoto speculated that the reason why the three noble lives were not as good as those of the four great monarchs was because of innate deficiencies. When the white king created the three noble lives, he was in a dying state, or had simply died, leaving only the holy remains.

But Lu Mingfei had a different view.

The three noble lives are not as good as the four great monarchs. In fact, the three noble lives are weaker than those of pure-blood dragons. This is because the three noble lives are not complete.

The old monk knelt on the futon and kowtowed deeply to the Dharma of King Ming on the lotus platform.

Lu Mingfei and Yuan Zhisheng stood behind them, indifferent.

They do not believe in gods, and will not hesitate to draw their swords if gods stand in their way.

Yuan Zhisheng's guess was correct.

He was called here by the old monk at the request of Lu Mingfei.

And the reason why the old monk convinced Lu Mingfei.

"Your Highness."

The old monk faced Yuan Zhisheng.

He was really old, stooped and skinny, and his voice was worrying, as if he might die at any time, maybe in the next second.

"What would you give for power?"

"all."

Yuan Zhisheng had a meal.

"Except for the people I hold dear."

The old monk seemed to smile.

"That's it."

"Awake the mind."

The young novice came forward, and it turned out that the enlightened mind was calling him.

"master."

"Open the door."

"yes."

Yuan Zhisheng said nothing. He vaguely felt that something important was about to happen. The small temple was dilapidated and looked a bit strange and difficult to understand at this moment.

Yuan Zhisheng looked at Lu Mingfei, and the eerie atmosphere that had been lingering inexplicably disappeared suddenly.

Lu Mingfei is still in the throne posture, which has not been lifted yet. His half-human, half-dragon appearance is really weird. In front of Lu Mingfei, he can only be regarded as a pet.

The little novice monk brought a lantern.

Very strange, this lantern is completely black.

not only that.

The six sides of the black lantern depict humans, Shura, gods, animals, hungry ghosts and hell respectively.

Lu Mingfei felt very cordial.

Reincarnation.

The old monk took out a piece of white bone. If Lu Mingfei hadn't sensed the aura on it, he almost wouldn't have recognized it.

This piece of white bones looks very good, crystal clear, and as warm as jade. The light in the small temple is dim, and the sun is still bright outside, so the inside of the small temple is like night.

The white bones were glowing with light. Lu Mingfei could see that it was not a reflection, but that the white bones were glowing by themselves.

strangeness……

When the old monk took out the bones, Yuan Zhisheng's eyes were attracted and he couldn't look away.

So familiar.

Yuan Zhisheng had an impulse, he wanted to snatch this bone.

The golden eyes lit up involuntarily.

Lu Mingfei held him down.

Yuan's restless heart slowly cooled down.

"Do you still remember the general outline?"

"Yeah, exactly."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"very good."

The old monk seemed dull, but he was always paying attention to the two of them. When he saw Lu Mingfei holding Yuan Zhisheng down, the old monk looked away.

"Thank you... Your Majesty."

The old monk murmured, very low.

Lu Mingfei's expression changed. When he turned around, he saw the old monk holding the bones in his hands and handing them to the young novice monk Juexin.

The bones seemed very light, as if a child could lift them easily, but in the hands of the old monk, they seemed to be as heavy as a stone.

"Okay."

"yes."

The young novice's voice was crisp, the temple was dark, and the white bones were shiny, which made the man's face whiter and his lips redder.

The little novice monk took the bones.

His hands became heavy.

The little novice monk pursed his lips and held his breath.

The old monk let go of his hand, finger by finger, and moved very slowly.

After completely letting go, the old monk took a few steps back, feeling relieved.

At this moment, he was older.

Lu Mingfei could smell the rotten smell on the old monk.

He is dying.

Lu Mingfei thought.

Yuan Zhisheng stepped forward and helped the old monk.

He couldn't explain why.

It was probably an accident of God.

Yuan Zhisheng didn't understand many things, but he felt an inexplicable respect in his heart.

I always feel that the old monk in front of me has given a lot and is a person worthy of respect.

Speaking of this temple...

Yuan Zhisheng suddenly realized that there was a very strange place.

The eight Sheqi families... never had a temple guarding the place where the remains were hidden.

No matter when he was the young head of the family, or now he has truly become the head of the family.

Yuan Zhisheng had never heard of any temple that suppressed the remains.

The Sheqi Eighth Family does have a team of people who monitor the place where the remains are hidden all year round.

But not a temple.

Nor did they lay out the alchemical matrix.

In fact, they could even take a helicopter directly to the site.

It's just a crater.

So... what is all this...

Yuan Zhisheng frowned.

The more I think about it, the more confusion I get.

where is the problem?

Yuan Zhisheng thought of the eight members of the Sheqi family who picked him up at the airport.

etc.

Why can't I remember who this person is?

Is there such a person in the Sheqi family?

So, some kind of spiritual spirit?

wrong.

Yuan Zhisheng said to himself.

It can't be a mental word spirit. Even if it can affect me, it's still S-level.

The S-class is powerful in all aspects.

Lu Mingfei had no mental weaknesses.

Since it didn't affect Lu Mingfei, he probably wasn't a spiritual type.

So... is it a secret organization hidden within the Sheqi Eight Families?

Yuan Zhisheng recalled the tragedy of a certain writing S.H.I.E.L.D. read as Hydra.

No, no, no, we are the Yakuza, and the Sheqi Family are the villains.

Yuan Zhisheng comforted himself.

But somehow.

The scene of the young novice leading the way came to mind again.

"Are you Amaterasu?"

"We have been waiting for you for a long time."

The little novice monk Juexin uses black hair to connect the black lantern and the white bones.

alright.

The light of the white bones spreads towards the black lantern, and the black lantern lights up.

The little novice monk carried it.

The black lantern slowly rotates.

The source is young and attracted.

The six realms of reincarnation arise and die one after another.

Lu Mingfei woke up Yuan Zhisheng again.

"Thank you."

Lu Mingfei smiled, although there was no smile on his face that looked like a bronze mask.

"That's why I'm here."

"Both of you."

said the little novice.

"Please come with me."

He set off, but the old monk stayed where he was. Lu Mingfei looked over and saw the old monk lowering his eyes and silently reciting Buddhist scriptures.

Lu Mingfei looked away, and the old monk bowed deeply.

The little novice went straight to the wall.

The vermilion walls manifest the beings of hell.

The young novice monk approached carrying a black lantern.

Under the light, the beings in hell seem to be alive.

They dance in the fire and roar in the ice.

Green face, fangs, disheveled hair.

A certain moment.

Tong Ling's big eyes turned towards the three of them.

Yuan Zhisheng's heart tightened.

Suddenly a pair of eyes looked to the side.

There was a vague feeling of guilt.

The pressure is gone.

Yuan Zhisheng glanced at Lu Mingfei.

"Don't dare look at me."

Lu Mingfei chuckled.

"Quite sensible."