The Grand Void – Becoming a Dragon

Dongzhou.

The head of the thirty-six blessed lands, Tianyu blessed land, is within the territory of Taiyuanzong.

A figure can be seen in the distance, walking forward, the pace is slow, and walking is very difficult.

And on his back, there was an old man with gray hair, dying, and bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

"Old Fu, hold on..."

Walking with the old man on his back was a young man, blood-stained all over, messy clothes, disheveled hair, and a handsome face.

On the left side of his face, there was also a vertical gash about two inches long, which left his face covered with blood.

He was panting, sword in one hand.

And the blood on the sword kept dropping.

He barely raised his sword and waved it.

"Little Bai, fly faster, and immediately pass the blood book I wrote to Young Master."

The white eagle circling overhead spread its wings and flew away.

He exhaled, and tightened the old man's back to prevent him from falling.

"Mr. Fu, you have to hold on. The business here, Young Master, depends entirely on you."

"Although I'm extremely smart, I'm basically a handsome swordsman. I haven't learned the intrigue in the business world, so I don't know how to do it."

He threw the sword on the ground, took a breath, carried the old man on his back, and continued walking.

After walking two steps, he stopped again, stretched out his right hand, and wiped his left cheek, feeling very painful.

He put his right hand in front of his eyes and saw that it was covered with blood.

His face hurt, his heart hurt, and he took a deep breath.

"Fucking fart!"

"This group of bastards actually dared to lay down and kill Lao Tzu, you have the guts."

"It's okay to hurt Mr. Fu, but you dare to ruin the master's peerless appearance?"

Yue Ting let out a sound, spat out blood, and cursed angrily: "When that old bastard of my son comes, I will drag you out one by one, master, I will cut off all your faces."

——

A blessed place to gather in holy mountains.

Dongsheng Dynasty, Huai'an Fengcheng, Zhongwangshan.

It is the time when the sky is clear and refreshing.

Lu He sent a letter.

"Whose letter?"

"Seventh Prince."

"oh?"

"This Seventh Prince ordered someone to send a generous gift this morning, and also sent a letter, please read it."

"Bring it here, let me see."

Zhuang Ming looked indifferent, took it apart, glanced at it, showing a mocking look.

"It is because of the fact that Song Tianyuan, his counselor, is my enemy. He is deeply sorry, and he has already started to clean up the remnants of the Song family. Give me an explanation."

"What?" Lu He was quite astonished.

"Speaking of which, King Chen supports the Crown Prince of the East Palace. The reason why Song Tianyuan returned to Huai'an this time and secretly reported me to King Chen is unavoidably a little distracting."

Zhuang Ming said: "Probably to let the Seventh Prince have more confidence in the capital, but it's a pity that it fell into my hands. Now the Seventh Prince is really ruthless."

Lu He said slowly: "If it wasn't for his cruelty, Song Tianyuan would not have chosen to assist him."

Zhuang Ming smiled and said, "That's true."

After finishing speaking, he asked again: "How is the matter?"

Lu He responded: "According to the young master's instructions, it is roughly completed, but..."

Zhuang Ming said: "Speak directly if you have something to say."

Lu He said: "It's just that my Qianlong Villa is safer than the palace with the Dragon Lord sitting in the town. The prince has arranged all kinds of arrangements, but he is so eager. Why?"

Zhuang Ming felt the vibration of true energy, and said slowly: "I am uneasy, and I must take precautions before they happen."

——

The back yard is located.

Frost Spirit is still making preparations, according to Young Master's instructions, preparing corresponding prescriptions.

Over the years, the son taught her many things.

As for refining medicine, it is also the young master's most important thing.

"Since Song Tianyuan, it was King Chen who came here again and made troubles one after another, making the young master think about countermeasures all the time, making it hard to sleep or eat."

"After all, with Lord Long sitting in charge, even the emperor of the Dongsheng Dynasty doesn't have to be afraid."

"But the young master has been restless for the past two days."

"After refining this, let's refine a tranquilizing incense for the young master."

Thinking of this, she looked at the stove in front of her and pursed her lips slightly.

——

Zhongdingfu.

There was a middle-aged man walking slowly with his hands behind his back.

He set foot on this land yesterday.

Unexpectedly, there are no traces of practitioners on this land.

Practitioners are regarded as illusory existences, which only exist in ancient books hundreds of years ago, or in stories and legends fabricated by mortals in recent years, and are respected as immortal gods.

"In the vast world, all living beings are all ordinary people."

The middle-aged man secretly said: "This is the mortal world through and through. Compared with the blessed land of heaven and stars, it is even more thorough... like a land of barbarians?"

"In the blessed land of heaven and stars, at least there is the Heavenly Secret Pavilion hanging high in the nine heavens, and there are elders and disciples of the outer sect who walk in the human world and monitor all changes in the blessed land."

"And in this world, there is no trace of supervision. It seems that there are really no practitioners, and all cultivation has been cut off."

He traveled in Dongzhou, but also set foot in many places.

Never came across a place so weird.

In such a vast land, there is not a single practitioner.

Even the word practice, in the eyes of the world, has become a word in fairy tales, a fabricated illusory legend.

But for him, the simpler this world is, the more relaxed and unrestrained he is.

"The matter of the dragon is probably true."

The middle-aged man secretly said: "It's just that these ordinary people, even practitioners, regard them as fairy gods in legends, and they are half-believing in the matter of flood dragons, and only listen to them as stories..."

There are rumors in the market that a dragon flew out from the Qianlong Villa in Zhongwang Mountain, defeating more than 20,000 Zhennan troops.

But many people can't believe it all, they only think that Qianlong Villa hides elite soldiers to resist Zhennan Army.

But he traveled the world and made some investigations. From the details in the story, he can roughly conclude that this matter is true.

But whether it is true or false, he still has to go through it himself.

"In the mundane world where there are no practitioners, there is a flood dragon."

"It's kind of weird."

"No matter what, if there really is a dragon who has just become a great monster, this trip is worthwhile for me."

"Fengcheng, Zhongwang Mountain, Qianlong Villa?"

"This direction?"

The middle-aged man looked over and immediately stepped on it.

Mana is transported, and wind and clouds gather.

He soared into the sky and went straight into Qingming.

——

Qianlong Villa.

After the catastrophe, everything was rebuilt.

The villa has also been restored to its former state.

In front of the gate, two guards, both wearing long knives, stood aside.

Not long ago, there were corpses piled up in the aisle behind the gate, full of blood.

The open space in front of the villa is full of corpses and blood.

Jiaolong's paw prints were only filled in yesterday.

"That day the Dragon King rose from the villa, entered the storm, and then descended, killing all directions and sweeping away thousands of troops. It is really fierce."

"Yes, the body of the Dragon Lord was entrenched and bigger than the house, but after that day, it disappeared. Where is it hiding? In our villa, there seems to be no place to hide the Dragon Lord..."

"You were not in front that day, and I followed Master Liu. You can see that Lord Long is as big as you want, but he became much smaller in an instant, and was put into the sleeve of the young master."

During the conversation between the two guards, the Master Liu they talked about was the Liu Quan of that day.

In terms of rewards for meritorious deeds that day, Liu Quan made great contributions and made breakthroughs in martial arts. He was rewarded heavily by Zhuang Ming, and his status was also elevated. He replaced the previous Lu Yang and took over the burden left by Lu Yang after his death.

Ordinary guards are called Lord Liu.

"Speaking of which..."

The guard on the left was just talking.

But seeing the guard on the right, his complexion changed slightly, and he shouted: "Who are you?"

Suddenly, there was another person in front of the gate of the villa, without any sound.

This person looks like a middle-aged man, with a plain expression. He stands with his hands behind his back, and his brows show a haughty look.

"Go in and report, let Zhuang Ming come to welcome me."

"Dare to ask your honor, where did you come from?"

The guard frowned slightly, now the young master is as tall as a fairy god, but this person's tone is arrogant, extremely disrespectful, he dared to call the young master by his name, and threatened to ask the young master to greet him in person, what is the origin?

The middle-aged man stared intently, and shouted: "You ants! Noisy!"

He stretched out his hand and waved it abruptly!

bang!

The two guards both groaned, vomited blood, and fell on their backs.

In just an instant, the two of them had their chests collapsed, their viscera completely destroyed, and they died unexpectedly.

And the middle-aged man stopped waiting and stepped into the villa.