The Grand Void – Becoming a Dragon

Dongsheng Dynasty.

Huaian, Fengcheng.

The courtyard, by the pool.

I saw a young man in white, sitting in a wheelchair, looking at the pool of water in front of him.

There are countless carps in the pond, which are golden and red in color, just like auspicious clouds.

"An ancient book says that if the fish in the pond is full of 3,600, you may get a flood."

The young man in white sighed leisurely and patted his thigh, but he still didn't feel the slightest bit.

His face was pale, his breath was vain, and he looked sick and weak.

Because he often stays in the mansion, rarely goes out, has never been exposed to the wind and sun, and because of his weak body, his blood is not smooth, and his skin is as white as snow.

His name is Zhuang Ming, he is twenty-six years old.

Six years ago, he started from scratch, but now his business is huge, covering the Dongsheng Dynasty, and he is the richest man in the sixteen prefectures of Huai'an.

"Young master."

It was a girl who came, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a beautiful face, and said softly: "The medicinal bath is ready."

Zhuang Ming smiled slightly, said yes, then looked at the rockery next to him, and said, "Yin Ming, push me back to my room."

After the rockery, two figures appeared.

These two figures are similar in appearance, but completely different in temperament.

A burly figure, with a thick back and waist, but he has a firm face, a slightly darker complexion, and a dull face, named Qianyang.

A person of medium build, neither tall nor thin, but handsome, with skin as white as jade, but with a cold expression, named Yin Ming.

Without saying a word, Yin Ming stepped forward and began to push the wheelchair.

Qian Yang followed behind, his face sinking like water, like a mountain.

And the little maid's daughter followed, walking slowly.

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in the room.

Steaming.

There is a bathtub in the room, white gas is steaming inside, and many medicinal herbs can be vaguely seen, ups and downs.

"Okay, let's all go down."

Both Qian Yang and Yin Ming just responded and retreated.

The little maid thought of something, her face turned red, but she also retreated, her heart was quite complicated. As the young master's personal maid, it was her duty to help the young master bathe and change clothes.

However, even if the young master's legs and feet are inconvenient, he doesn't need the help of others whenever he takes a medicine bath. She vaguely feels that the young master just doesn't want people to think that he can't take care of himself because of his pride and self-esteem.

She had complicated thoughts and a lot of thoughts, but she still calmed down, bowed to Qian Yang and Yin Ming, and then retreated.

As for Qianyang Yinming, both of them looked indifferent, and their eyes were dull.

They separated on both sides and guarded the door of the house, like two gods.

But at this time in the room, it was a different scene.

Zhuang Ming didn't take off his clothes, nor did he enter the bathtub.

He lowered his head slightly and reached into his arms.

He took something out of his pocket.

The whole body of this thing is pale white, but it is so pale that it is almost colorless, about the thickness of a finger, no more than a foot long, shaped like a small snake, twisting slightly, quite flexible.

"Six years."

Zhuang Ming exhaled and put the cloud snake into the bathtub.

Inside the bathtub full of medicinal herbs, there was only a cloud snake swimming in it.

This precious medicine bath cost a hundred taels of silver, and the price is enough to buy a lot of maids, but no one thought that it was not used on the young master himself, but on a little snake.

He looked at the little snake swimming in it, with a dazed expression, and said in a low voice: "It took six years for me to change from a thin thread to a length of one foot... In my lifetime, before my body decays, I can really refine this divine dragon." body?"

He sighed sadly, the depths of his eyes were full of exhaustion.

When he was young, he met a master of cultivation by chance. He went to Jusheng Mountain and became the thirteenth disciple of Bai Shengjun, a Daoist master.

He was on the mountain, relying on the basic formulas, for nearly ten years, he had successfully cultivated his qi initially, saved a ray of true qi, and touched the threshold of cultivation.

However, after cultivating a ray of true energy, when he really practiced the technique of Jusheng Mountain, the forbidden place was in a sudden change, which instantly caused his true energy to be reversed, the Dao seal collapsed, penetrated his dantian, and cut off his ability to cultivate immortals. Further hope on the way.

"Cultivate the Tao, stay in the world and live forever, and finally become a dream."

Zhuang Ming sighed, recalling the scene of that year in a trance, with emotion in his heart, and thought: "The word "Xianfan" is after all two worlds."

After that day, he was extremely depressed and lost his motivation to practice, as if the sky had fallen.

In Jusheng Mountain, the tides of yin and yang alternate, and the cold wave comes once every thirty years, and the gate of the mountain is about to be closed.

At that time, his dantian was damaged, although he still had true qi in his body, he was still a mortal body, his cultivation could not advance an inch, and it was difficult for him to withstand the cold wave in the mountain, so he had to go down the mountain and return to the mortal world.

The senior elder brother took pity on him and took him down the mountain himself. After slaying demons and demons, he found a rich and unkind man, threatened him with Taoism, planted spells, and let the other party's property be handed over to him.

"Even if you don't live forever, you can still enjoy wealth and honor for the rest of your life."

These are the words that the elder brother left him before he left.

And he was in Jusheng Mountain since he was a child, and he suffered the first blow in his life. He was disheartened. Falling down the mountain.

Because of the green pine growing in the crevice of the cliff, he was blocked in mid-air, and the horse was at the bottom, so he was lucky to survive.

But after falling off the cliff, his right leg was broken, and his left leg was also severely injured. Since then, his legs and feet have been inconvenient, and he can only use a wheelchair to walk.

However, he survived the catastrophe, and his crippled body got another path to immortality.

"Taixu Clears Qi and Transforms Dragon Chapter."

Zhuang Ming exhaled, his eyes were in a trance.

Suddenly, he recalled the scene of that day.

It was an experience of a lifetime.

That was the day when he regained hope after his path of cultivating immortality was broken.

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At that time, he was bruised all over his body, his legs were broken, his body was covered in blood, and he woke up from a coma.

He grabbed the dead grass and crawled into the adjacent cave.

In the dark cave, only a dead body was seen.

The clothes of the dead corpse are old and decayed, the skin and muscles are all withered, clinging to the bones, like black iron.

And around the corpse, there are countless bones.

Seeing this, Zhuang Ming's heart sank.

At this moment, the withered corpse suddenly opened its eyes.

Its eyes are dark, with green light inside.

Zhuang Ming was taken aback, feeling chills all over his body.

But at this moment, the corpse suddenly spoke.

"Youth!"

"It's unfortunate that you fell into this place and was seriously injured and disabled, but it's a great fortune to meet this old man."

"The old man has practiced for more than 800 years, traveled the world, killed countless people, and collected thousands of exercises."

"Today, there are about one hundred and seventy-two volumes of immortal scriptures on cultivating Taoism and longevity."

"There are also various magical powers, dedicated to fighting and killing people, with a total of 864 volumes."

"There are also miscellaneous mysteries such as divination and calculation, observing the sky, understanding the terrain, knowing people's faces, turning stones into gold, refining medicine into pills, and so on."

The voice of the withered corpse was dry and stiff, and he said solemnly: "Today you and I are destined, the old man passed you a volume of scriptures, do you seek the knowledge of longevity, or the art of supernatural powers, or all kinds of metaphysics?"

Zhuang Ming took a careful look at him, and there was no fluctuation in his heart. The true teaching of Jusheng Mountain is already the top skill in the world, and Bai Shengjun's cultivation is also the number one real person in Dongzhou.

But just as he was about to speak, his heart suddenly trembled.

The zhenqi remaining in the meridians seemed to be tingling, as if he had sensed some danger.

The true qi passed down from Jusheng Mountain is good at seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck.

What kind of omen is this?

Zhuang Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and they fell on the bones next to him.

On many of the bones, there are still fragments of decayed clothing.

All kinds of traces, it is obvious that he is not the only one who has been here.

Moreover, the rotten corner of the nearest bone seems to be from the Dongsheng Dynasty. In the past three to five years, a new style of Confucian shirt has emerged.

Such a simple option, choose one of the two, how could so many people die?

Zhuang Ming's thoughts and thoughts turned tens of thousands in an instant, but there were not many clues in front of him, and he didn't know what the other party wanted, so he was silent for a while, and then he followed his heart and opened his mouth slowly with the idea of ​​gathering the holy mountain.

"My teacher once said that if you don't live forever, even if you are invincible in the world, after years of vicissitudes, you will still decay after death, and everything will be empty."

"If you only want to live forever and don't have a way to protect yourself, you will be in danger of dying young and letting others bully you in the world."

"Although people are a hundred years old, how many people are there in the world who have died?"

"Many people in the world die from catastrophes and catastrophes. I will walk the world in the future. Although I have a long life, I will be trembling and trembling. I am afraid that I will be killed. How can I be happy?"

"No matter how much you can hide and endure, can you really avoid endless disasters?"

"People who practice in the world not only practice the method of longevity, but also learn the art of protecting the Tao."

Zhuang Ming paused, and asked: "Dare to ask senior, is there a way for two phases to coexist in the world?"

In the cave, there was a long silence.

The withered corpse paused for a moment, and said in a low tone, with complex colors in its dull eyes, "If a person is greedy, he will suffer disaster."

Seeing the other party's eyes, Zhuang Ming's heart moved slightly, and he responded: "Since Mr. has said this, then I am not greedy, and I abandon both, so what should I do? Will you send me away?"

The corpse said slowly: "If you are not greedy, I will kill you!"

Zhuang Ming couldn't help laughing out loud, pulled his injured feet, trembling with pain, suddenly couldn't laugh out loud, his face was pale, and sweat was pouring down like rain.

The withered corpse said slowly: "If you choose longevity, I will teach you the method of prolonging life, but I will let you stay here with me, and live forever. If you choose fighting skills, I will let you give you a style Spell, let you appreciate the power of this spell, and die today. And you are greedy, trying to have both, in today's Taoist sect, with impure mind, it is difficult to become a great weapon, but with this old man, you can achieve success The truth of the law..."

Zhuang Ming gasped twice, and suddenly felt that people's hearts were changing, and the abyss was unpredictable.

This strange man had been buried under the mountain for an unknown number of years. He was trapped here alone, and he was consumed into a dead corpse.

Even if he is profound in Taoism and able to survive, but he has been alone for many years, even his thoughts, temperament and behavior are different from ordinary people, which is extremely weird and strange.

"Since that's the case, I don't know what skills the senior taught me?"

"In the ancient times, there was a god of the dragon, who was born with longevity, could call the wind and rain, could control thunder, and could also breathe out true flames. Its supernatural power was infinite, and it could move mountains and fill seas, and shatter heaven and earth."

After a pause, the man said in a deep voice: "The old man has held on for many years and only has half a breath left. In order to find someone, he passed down this book, Taixu Qingqi Transformation Dragon Chapter!"

If a person is greedy, he will surely die.

Long Ruo is greedy and eats all the heavens.

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