Chapter 18 How can a five-clawed golden dragon be considered a disabled dragon?
dragon? Li Chengfeng turned around.
The steam rising from the teacup exuded a faint tea aroma, and under the dim yellow light, his face became a little blurry.
The whole tea room fell silent. Suddenly, the only sound was the boiling water in the teapot. The room was so quiet that even breathing could be heard.
Wang Xiangui looked at Li Chengfeng nervously, expecting his reaction.
He believed that no Chinese would remain indifferent when hearing about a creature like a dragon.
The reason why he asked such a question was not out of empty talk or nonsense. He believed that there were dragons in this world. Although he had never seen one with his own eyes, his ancestors passed it down from generation to generation that the ancient recipe was obtained from a mysterious tomb. And that tomb is not a human's tomb, it is a dragon's tomb.
In addition to the ancient recipe, there were countless natural treasures in the dragon tomb. Unfortunately, his ancestor was too timid and dared not take anything, so he ran away, leaving only an ancient recipe stuck on the sole of his shoe to prove that the dragon tomb really existed.
Since it exists, it means that besides his ancestors, other people may also find this dragon tomb. The pill recipe in Li Chengfeng's hand is the best proof.
If he could go to the Dragon Tomb again... Wang Xiangui was shaking with excitement just thinking about it.
Compared to Wang Xiangui who was so excited, Li Chengfeng seemed very calm.
He was not unfamiliar with creatures like dragons; he could even say that he was very familiar with them.
Dragon's tears can be used as medicine, dragon's scales can be made into magic weapons, dragon's blood and dragon's meat can improve one's cultivation... In short, every part of the dragon is a treasure.
Even in the world of immortal cultivation, dragons are good things. Any sect or powerful person with a little background likes to raise spirit dragons to guard the house or use as mounts.
Li Chengfeng is no exception. He once raised a dragon in the world of immortal cultivation, and it was a five-clawed golden dragon.
Because of the Chinese people's inexplicable love for dragons, at the beginning, he was very kind to the dragon, even to the point of giving it whatever he asked for.
Later, as he gradually learned more about the dragon clan, he realized that five-clawed dragons were extremely rare among the dragon clan, because they were a genetically mutated species and generally did not survive to adulthood.
To put it in simple terms, he raised a disabled dragon.
Although with his strength, no one dared to laugh at him for raising a disabled dragon. Instead, they would praise him, saying that the sword immortal had a unique vision.
But he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
How can a five-clawed golden dragon be considered a disabled dragon? It should obviously be the most noble existence among the dragon clan.
In order to save his life, he found countless spiritual herbs and refined countless spiritual medicines during those years of raising the dragon. He used his spiritual power to nourish the five-clawed golden dragon every day and raised it to adulthood.
On the day he came of age, he joyfully planned to ride a dragon for a stroll, wanting to show all the people in the world of immortal cultivation how majestic and overbearing a five-clawed golden dragon was.
Then he was slapped in the face immediately.
Perhaps because it ate too well, the dragon became so fat that it couldn't fly.
What kind of dragon is it if it can’t fly? It's just a reptile.
It was a waste of all his magical herbs and medicines.
Damn!
At this point, Li Chengfeng finally shed the filter halo he had for the five-clawed golden dragon and looked at his own dragon with a normal eye.
Unexpectedly, I could find a lot of problems at a glance.
Perhaps this dragon of his had lived too comfortably in the past. After it grew up, it was not only lazy and gluttonous but also timid. It was simply a baby dragon that never grew up.
Normally, it would act coquettishly and throw tantrums in front of Li Chengfeng, but would hold its tail between its legs and not even dare to breathe in front of outsiders. It would be frightened by the slightest movement.
Once when he was going through a thunder tribulation, Li Chengfeng was silent as he looked at the giant dragon hiding behind him and trying to stuff its head, which was as big as a cow, into his armpit.
This can't go on any longer.
No matter how much he sighed, he knew that the day had come when he had to say goodbye to the five-clawed golden dragon.
Next to him, the baby dragon will never grow up.
So one day he found a small mistake, got furious, and kicked Long out.
At first, Long thought that Li Chengfeng was just punishing him a little as usual, until he found that no matter how he acted coquettishly or rolled around, it didn't work, and then he really panicked.
It wailed in front of Li Chengfeng's cave for a whole month, crying so hard that the mountains and rivers changed color and the stars turned upside down. The heavy rain continued to pour down, almost flooding a small sect at the foot of the mountain, but Li Chengfeng remained unmoved.
Long knew that the other party was serious this time. He had been hungry for a month and his tears were almost dry, but he still didn't wait for Li Chengfeng to come out. In order to survive, it had to learn the art of flying without any instruction. It hovered above Li Chengfeng's cave for three days and three nights before reluctantly leaving its ivory tower and going out into the world on its own.
On the day it left, firecrackers blasted and gongs and drums roared at the foot of the mountain, and the entire small sect that was flooded was celebrating the fact that they had finally sent this plague god away.
After all, he had raised it for many years, and looking at Long Qiang's back as it walked away, Li Chengfeng felt a little reluctant. In order to prevent it from getting into any accidents, he separated a part of his spiritual consciousness and followed it secretly. Occasionally, when it encountered any big trouble that could not be solved, he would secretly protect it.
Li Chengfeng protected it for many years, watching it struggle in the world of immortal cultivation, from a timid and disabled dragon to a famous demon king dragon in the demon world, and finally returned to Dragon Valley, relying on its own reputation to do whatever it wanted, and even named itself a dragon king and recruited a group of younger brothers...
I don’t know if that stupid dragon can still intimidate those little brothers in Dragon Valley after I put it back on and can no longer protect it.
Thinking too far ahead.
Li Chengfeng caught up his thoughts and faced Wang Xiangui's expectant gaze. He smiled and said, "Boss Wang, you are joking. How could there be dragons in this world? There are dinosaur fossils. If you have time, you can go to the museum to visit them." He looked at the clock on the wall. It was time for Li Ping'an to do the real test questions. "It's getting late. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."
The morning sets the tone for the day, as the mind is clearest in the morning, making it the best time to prepare for exam questions.
Be it a five-clawed golden dragon or a dinosaur fossil, nothing is more important than my niece's studies.
Li Chengfeng led Li Pingan and turned to walk downstairs. Wang Xiangui behind him didn't expect that he had no curiosity at all. He was obviously panicked and even his voice became hurried: "Mr. Li, Mr. Li, don't leave so quickly... Mr. Li, Mr. Li, don't walk so fast, wait for me... Mr. Li, Mr. Li..."
There was really no way to keep Li Chengfeng, so he had to use his trump card: "Aren't you going to make the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill? One of the most important ingredients is dragon blood."
After these words were spoken, Li Chengfeng, who was almost at the stairs, finally stopped.
Wang Xiangui took a long breath, calmed himself down and continued, "Mr. Li, I don't know why this medicinal ingredient is missing from your recipe, but it is indeed recorded in the ancient recipe passed down by my ancestors."
Seeing that Li Chengfeng was still motionless, he hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "At this point, I won't hide anything anymore. I can share the ancient recipe in my hand with you. In return, you have to tell me where you got the recipe from."
Li Chengfeng finally turned around.
Wang Xiangui's eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "Mr. Li..."
Li Chengfeng said calmly: "It doesn't necessarily require dragon blood."
Wang Xiangui: “Ah?”
Li Chengfeng repeated, "The Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill does not necessarily require dragon blood as the ingredient."
The reason why dragon blood is used as a medicine is simply because the spiritual power contained in dragon blood is extremely high, which can greatly improve the pill-forming rate and pill quality of the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Pill.
As for Li Chengfeng, as long as he mobilized the spiritual energy between heaven and earth during the process of alchemy, he could achieve the same effect as dragon blood. Therefore, whether there was dragon blood as a medicine guide was not so important.
However, it was difficult to explain this to others, so he thought about it and added, "Alchemy is a very varied art. The same elixir may be made from different recipes."
This is a hint to the other party not to worry about the dragon blood in the ancient recipe anymore.
Wang Xiangui was still unwilling to give up, "Mr. Li..."
Li Chengfeng interrupted him and said, "Boss Wang, have you ever heard of Ye Gong's love of dragons?" He gave a final piece of advice: "The thing you are pursuing may not be as wonderful as you imagine, but may even kill you."
The reason he said this was because he had already calculated that the man in front of him was destined to have a disaster, and it was related to the dragon. As long as he did not go north within this year, he would live a rich and worry-free life, otherwise his life would be in danger.
However, everyone has his own destiny, and fate cannot be changed by just a few words from others. That’s all he has to say, and there is no need to say more.
Regardless of how Wang Xiangui shouted to keep him behind him, Li Chengfeng carried the sleepy Li Ping'an down the stairs and walked out of Tongji Hall. At this time, the day was bright outside, people were coming out of their homes one after another, and the city was slowly becoming lively.
Li Ping'an followed Li Chengfeng obediently towards home. When waiting for the traffic light at the zebra crossing, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the sky in the north, exclaiming, "Uncle, look, what is that?"
Li Chengfeng looked up and narrowed his eyes.
It was the transition period between spring and summer, with clear blue skies and bright sunshine. It should have been good weather. But at this moment, in a place invisible to the naked eye, a corner of the clear sky above the lake seemed to have a color palette overturned, revealing an enchanting bloody color.
If there are strange signs in the sky, there will be evildoers.
There is the forbidden place of the dragon vein of Changbai Mountain.
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