Chapter 346 It's really not easy for you

Bingjiao has been in Sand City for twenty-three years.

During these days, he witnessed the northern suburbs of Sand City change from being filled with yellow sand to being covered with cacti and pine trees. He saw the tree man in the center of the city grow to the height of a two-story house. He also experienced the holding and closing of four martial arts conferences.

He saw that a large number of reed people and bamboo people came to the city.

The Reed People are smart, so they can handle most jobs, especially planting and cultivating. The Bamboo People are flexible and strong, and they are busy on construction sites.

Under the leadership of Lushan and Zhuhu, the people of Zhulu even built a bamboo garden diagonally opposite the Ghost Tower. Most of the Lumin and Zhumin lived in that area. Bingjiao often heard them beating bamboo boards and dancing, singing folk songs from their hometown.

In comparison, there are fewer people from the Phantom World working in Sand City.

Two more ghost doctors came from the Funeral Clan. Their purpose was simple, which was to treat diseases in the Yao Clan and then treat the ghosts in return.

In addition, there were dozens of ghosts from the ghost world coming over.

They received a complete education from the Yao clan here, but few were willing to go back to build the ghost world. Almost all of them stayed in the Ghost Lighthouse, wanting to become ghost scholars or ghost warriors first.

If one can become a ghost scholar, one will have the opportunity to give lectures everywhere. The outstanding ones may be invited to enter the Yao clan world and further their studies in the cities over there - of course, they will not come back.

If you choose the ghost warrior route, you will go to martial arts tournaments to seek opportunities to become famous. Even if you cannot get a good ranking, it is also a place to show your strength.

Many new extraordinary people have made their mark in martial arts tournaments, and have subsequently been offered olive branches by giant organizations such as the Temple Society, the Alliance Council, and the Extraordinary Union.

The only problem is.

The further you go, the harder it is to turn back.

Even if you don't have any ambitions, it's comfortable to stay in a city like Sand City.

Basking in the sun, living in a spacious and clean house, playing a game of tribal chess when free, having a bottle of beer or mead when happy, with barbecue, wheat cakes and grapes... Who would want to go back to the backward valley and mud? Thinking of this, Bingjiao couldn't help but sigh.

I am still the same.

Fallen, fallen, dead corner, have you forgotten your mission? Of course I haven't forgotten it, I haven't forgotten it!

He grabbed a bottle of Blastfurnace Mead and gulped it down to drown his sorrows.

"Doctor... am I hopeless?"

The ghost patient in front of him was so nervous that he was about to cry.

"You're fine."

Bingjiao put down the bottle and wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth: "You just got some external force splashing on your head, causing abrasions and minor damage. Remember in the future, when you see a life-and-death fight between a transcendent and a Huayun monk, don't stand too close to watch, otherwise there will be such a risk."

"Go back and take a rest. I'll make an appointment for you. Come back for a checkup in 19 days. There will be a place for treatment then. I still have patients in my body."

"Okay, okay, thank you, doctor."

The ghost patient let out a sigh: "Doctor, you don't seem to be in a good mood?"

“Occupational disease.”

He grabbed the bottle again and took a sip.

In fact, Bingjiao doesn't like alcohol, and alcohol can't make people forget their sorrows. It's just that after drinking, people's memory will become worse, and they can temporarily forget who they are.

Bingjiao heard that the mead was made by a winemaker named Lieyu, who was called the "Mead Princess" by the dwarves. I wonder if this princess wants to forget anything.

After finishing the consultation, it's time to go on a mission! However, the weather is nice today.

Bingjiao was lying on the bed, opening "Temple Warrior".

If the greatest convenience of learning the Yao language is to read these stories, he ate salted beans while turning the pages of the paper. When he came to his senses again, the sun had already set.

Well, it's time to go on a mission! Bingjiao closed the door and walked into the evening streets of Sand City.

After walking a few steps, Zhuhu suddenly called him, "Bingjiao, we are short of one player in the tribal chess game. I was going to call you, come on, come on!"

To successfully carry out the mission, it is also necessary to build good interpersonal relationships.

"Okay."

The fierce battle of the battle flag game ended at midnight.

Bingjiao yawned.

It's too late today, let's do it tomorrow.

Wake up early the next morning.

Bingjiao regrets every day, and he regrets it very much.

Fallen, fallen, Bingjiao, have you forgotten your important mission?

No, of course not!

The consultation is over.

Bingjiao pushed the door open with a determined look in his eyes.

Must finish today!

But after taking only two steps, he suddenly remembered something.

Today seems to be the Dragonborn gathering day.

He hurriedly took out the hourglass from his coat pocket.

If there is any achievement in the past twenty years, it is that he used the most common sand in the world to make this time tool. Not long ago, the hourglass has been widely used in Sand City.

It was today! It almost happened!

I’m going to be sprayed by the Dragon King!

He hurried all the way to the gathering place south of the Sand City. When he arrived, several other dragonborn had already arrived.

"Bingjiao, you are late again."

Everyone laughed and said that he must have been drinking, or he had been playing chess all night, or he had been reading a story and forgot the time.

Bianjiao defended himself by saying, "I'm too busy at work. Doctors are very busy."

Becoming Dragonborn was an accident.

That day, he was on a mission outside the city, and his target was a cactus carrying a box. Compared with the people in the city, the cacti outside the city were much more simple and honest.

"...A large area of ​​land has been reclaimed in the Ghost Realm, and the environment is dry and suitable. There is a lady there who, for various reasons, needs an excellent husband to give birth to offspring with her. And as long as she stays for five years, she will receive a large bonus. It will be no problem for her to come back then."

This was his mission, to find and introduce new intelligent species to the Ghost World. Even if they didn't stay long, as long as they could reproduce the next generation locally, the Ghost World would take full responsibility for taking care of these young children.

In the basic strategy of the Phantom World, introducing foreign groups is a vital part, but the local area is much backward compared to the Sand City and lacks appeal, and can only use bonuses and short time limits as bait.

Unfortunately, even so, the results were minimal.

Most wise people would also have doubts, and the funeral horn can only be introduced in a personal capacity, and the ghost world will not admit that the official has any related actions.

The only one who knew the identity of Bingjiao was the Apostle Buluo.

If he does it well, he is a hero in the ghost world. If he does it badly, it is just his personal behavior.

The cactus said: "I am a clean cactus, please don't insult me ​​with money."

"……sorry."

At this moment, a huge monster flew through the air.

The Dark Sun Dragon, Dragon King Pasha suddenly noticed the ground.

It fell from the sky, raising a cloud of yellow sand.

The Dragon King looked down at the short funeral tribe and said, "You look strong. Very good. From now on, you are the Dragonborn. Now be ready to receive my blessing."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Bingjiao was shocked.

The Dragon King opened his bloody mouth and black flames gushed out of his mouth.

In an instant, the horn was engulfed in flames by the dragon spell [Dragonborn Blessing].

After waking up from a coma, he found himself turned into a dragonborn, possessing a special ability [Climbing the Dragon Gate], and a mysterious power in his body.

The price was that he grew a thick, scaly tail.

For a long time, he was not used to the existence of his tail.

Later, Bingjiao found that having a tail was a good thing. It could roll up a wine bottle to drink, turn pages of a book, serve as a portable support stool, and also pick his nose and fix his hair.

Of course, this also causes many inconveniences. For example, when you sleep, there will be a bulge under your buttocks, so you need to sleep on your side or stomach to be more comfortable.

Compared with the arduous mission he was shouldering, Bingjiao felt that this was nothing.

Every six months, all the dragonborns in the Sand City need to gather together to show their current abilities to the Dragon King Pasha. The dragonborns chosen by the Dragon King include various races, including cacti, pine shoes, elves, and Uzi.

Bingjiao is the only person who is not from the Yao clan.

After completing the routine assembly report, everyone was scolded as useless by the strict Dragon King as usual, and they just obeyed orders...Bingjiao returned to the Ghost Lighthouse, exhausted.

Tomorrow, I must complete the task tomorrow! Today is busy, there is nothing I can do about it.

With this plan in mind, he suddenly felt relieved.

Suddenly someone called him, "Doctor of Funeral Corner."

Bingjiao turned around and saw that the person coming was a stranger.

The other person had her hair tied into a long braid, a grim face, and a sword wrapped in linen on her back. Her skin was light blue, her eyes were sharp, and she gave people a sharp sense of pressure.

"My name is Fu Jianli, and I heard that you were looking for someone to go to the ghost world."

Bingjiao remembered.

About two years ago, several new races called "Sword Bearers" came to Sand City. They seemed to have awakened after being blessed by God Yao, and they came from the ancient corruptors.

However, their numbers were too small, and it was said that they liked to challenge extraordinary people one by one, or duel with powerful Huayun monks. Bingjiao only knew that this was a mysterious fighting nation.

But this sword-carrying carp, who had nothing to do with him, actually knew about this.

Bingjiao hesitated for a moment and said, "Ms. Fujianli, I am actually looking for someone to give birth to a child on behalf of some friends... You should understand this."

"oh."

What does "oh" mean? Bingjiao was a little confused about the other party's intention.

"Can you accept that?"

"cannot."

“…”

The sword-carrying carp said, "I want to go to the Pillar Mountain in the Ghost Realm to spar with the Nonglei over there and challenge Master Yanjiu."

"Maybe you need to ask the apostles for help...I can't do anything about it." Bingjiao spread his hands.

"I have children."

Carp carrying the sword said to the person behind him: "Yu, come here."

A little zombie hopped over.

Her head was only as high as the waist of the girl, who had a small wooden sword on her back. The little girl grabbed the corner of her mother's clothes and looked at the corner of the sword curiously.

"This is my apprentice, Fu Jianyu."

Fu Jianli said: "If you just want a child, this child is already there, so it should be okay, right?"

Bingjiao was stunned for a moment.

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

But then he thought again and felt that ready-made children would be fine, since what he wanted was a more diverse population.

But the responsibility as a doctor was a little hard for him to accept. After staying in Sand City for a long time, he was now unconsciously accustomed to the Yao Clan doctors' habits that were similar to a sense of mission.

Bingjiao was alert. It would be troublesome if the child's parents traveled thousands of miles to find their daughter and it became a diplomatic issue between the kingdoms of God.

He asked, "Do the child's parents agree?"

"She has no parents."

Carp with swords on his back said: "Those who carry swords are transformed from corrupted ones. If we talk about parents, it can only be God Yao. Yu was born as a sword bearer. She recognized me as her teacher and followed me everywhere."

I see. I hope it’s not child trafficking.

Bingjiao was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes.

The mission is finally making progress!

Bingjiao, ah Bingjiao, your years of persistence and forbearance are indeed valuable!

It's really not easy for you.

(End of this chapter)