Chapter 686: So Damn Jealous
Chapter 686: So Damn Jealous
February 4th is Gengxin Day.
The cloud top was purple, with faint golden light bursting out.
The snow on the roof tiles cracked horizontally, and the slight sound of rubbing and sliding could be heard far away in the quiet morning.
As the light shone through the paper, the otter in the hall grabbed its companion's hair, kicked it a few times, turned over and continued to sleep.
Unlike grand court meetings which began before dawn, sacrifices to heaven and earth naturally had to wait until broad daylight when the sun was shining.
Back room.
Awei was resting on the jade bamboo tube, while the little mirage dragon was circling in front of the bronze mirror, dancing enchantingly.
Sometimes it appears as a majestic coiled dragon, sometimes it appears as a flying dragon with dancing claws.
I don't know if it's because everything has its limits.
Ever since the mirage worm turned into a small mirage dragon, it has been quite vain and would take a closer look at itself whenever there is a mirror.
Liang Qu didn't care much about it at first. He got up, dressed and washed up. When he passed by the bronze mirror, he suddenly stopped looking.
Wait a moment.
Today's Little Mirage Dragon is a little different...
Looked at it for a while.
"Where did the dragon horn come from?"
The little mirage dragon was posing and flirting in all kinds of ways, completely absorbed in admiring itself, and did not notice at all that Liang Qu had emerged from above its head and was grabbing it with his big hands.
A pair of white jade dragon horns on the head shine brightly and are extremely powerful.
It was clearly not there when I saw him yesterday.
Liang Qu was curious, so he reached out and pinched the dragon's horn, applying a little force.
puff!
The dragon horn exploded into a thin white smoke, which flowed through the fingertips.
The little mirage dragon cried out, raised its paw to touch its bald head, then collapsed weakly, as if its dream of turning into a dragon had been punctured.
Liang Qu was happy.
Shake it off.
"Let's go, Third Prince!"
The third prince.
A new name for mirage worms.
Now that it has turned into a small mirage dragon, it is obviously inappropriate to call it a fat worm.
Liang Qu originally wanted to call him "the Third Prince", the Third Prince of the Jade Dragon of the East China Sea, but then he changed his mind and thought that it would be bad if he said something rude when he went out and people made a big fuss about it, so he changed it to the Third Prince.
The small mirage dragon flew out of the palm, opened its mouth and spit out mist, and the dragon horns reappeared. They then wrapped around the edge of the jade belt around the waist and hid under the clothes.
Wealth and honor do not return to their hometown, just like walking in brocade at night.
I took it out today on purpose.
The little fisherman found a little dragon monster from the mirage clan to accompany him. It was a child holding gold in the city. Although no one knew the ability of the little mirage dragon, its appearance alone was enough to make people want to possess it.
A few days ago, Liang Qu heard that some young men from wealthy families were fighting in public on Yanxie Street over a beautiful raccoon cat monster.
But the youngest tiger hunter master of the Dashun Dynasty possesses it. It is a symbol of status and extraordinary luck!
"Awei, the family depends on you!"
Awei on the bamboo tube turned a circle and opened and closed his mouthparts.
……
The beginning of the year is a simple day, and it is called auspicious.
The sky is bright in the southern suburbs of the imperial capital.
The officials cleared the snow on the road, revealing the yellow-brown ridges of the fields.
Hundreds of officials gathered in the square in front of the Nongtan.
Following the guidance of the eunuch, Liang Qu came to the square and stood together with Meng Qiang and others.
The time has not yet arrived, the atmosphere is relaxed, and everyone is chatting about their own things.
Liang Qu looked at Wang Chao: "How does the hand look?"
"Yes, it's itchy, very itchy, and sometimes a little painful." Wang Chao shook his shoulders. The white gauze could not reveal the shape of his forearms, but they were obviously bigger than before. "Every day it feels like there are ants drilling into my bones. It's okay during the day, but when I sleep at night, it feels so bad that I really want to break my bones and cut off some flesh with a knife. But the martial artist has good energy. I haven't slept for three days."
Meng Qiang pondered: "Based on your appearance, it will probably take another half a month for it to fully grow."
“There’s nothing we can do, we have to bear it.” Wang Chao said carelessly, “After half a month of pain and itching, I get a promotion in return. Three great merits and a physical breakthrough. How many people would wish for it. Wait a minute, Captain Liang Heng, your belt…” Everyone’s eyes moved downwards.
Everyone's eyes lit up when they saw the lifelike white dragon half-hidden and half-visible around Liang Qu's waist.
There are real dragons in the world, so they naturally cannot be used as a symbol of the emperor. However, they are still a symbol of extraordinary power, just like tigers and rhinos. Many high-ranking generals have dragons carved on their armor and even on their belts.
Liang Qu lifted up his clothes, supported his waist with his hands, and fully exposed the "belt" to everyone, which caused even more astonishment.
What a beautiful decoration!
All the familiar Tianyu Guards stopped talking and gathered around to watch.
"Hiss, this dragon head, these dragon scales, these dragon claws..." Meng Qiang's heart was excited, "Where did Liang Hengwei buy it? Which heavenly craftsman recommended it? It's so realistic. It must have cost a lot of money, right?"
"Just this skill alone will cost you thousands of dollars!" Wang Chao asserted.
"Why do you look like you're alive?"
Li Bingzhong stretched out his hand and poked, and the little mirage dragon lying on the edge of the jade belt suddenly opened its eyes and scratched him hard with its claws.
This scene scared everyone.
"Fuck, it's really alive!"
Li Bingzhong raised his hand, and a faint white mark appeared.
The little mirage dragon simply stopped disguising itself, stretched out its claws, hooked onto Liang Qu's clothes and climbed up to his shoulder. It raised its head at a 45-degree angle to the sky, looking like a proud little white dragon.
Everyone's eyes followed and were deeply shocked.
What the fuck.
So handsome!
Liang Qu revealed the answer: "You can't buy it, you can't find it in the Tianbo Chamber of Commerce, and no Tiangong craftsman can make it, unless you have the Midas touch to turn stone into gold and turn death into life."
"Liang Hengwei, you little beast are..."
They were all young masters of aristocratic families, with knowledge and experience beyond that of ordinary people. Naturally, they knew that the dragon in front of them could not be a real dragon, but at most a fake dragon with the blood of a real dragon.
Maybe he doesn't even have dragon blood, he just looks like him.
"Jianghuai Mirage Tribe." Liang Qu pushed the blame onto the "Old Monster" as usual. "I have a good friend, a white ape, in the Jianghuai Marsh. He gave me a fat white insect and asked me to take good care of it. I raised it for half a year. The insect ate and slept, slept and ate, and before I knew it, it formed a cocoon. It broke out of the cocoon two days ago and looks like this."
After listening.
envy!
So fucking jealous!
"Mirage dragons have horns?" Hua Qingdu wondered.
"It installed itself."
In public, Liang Qu did not crush the fake dragon horns, leaving some face for the Third Prince.
Hua Qingdu opened his eagle eyes and observed carefully, and indeed he could see something wrong at the base of the dragon's horn.
The little mirage dragon was a little dissatisfied and raised its claws to cover its head.
"Can it talk? Can a demon speak? My wolf demon can."
"I don't know how to do it right now. I don't have time to learn."
"Liang Hengwei, teaching a demon to speak is not an easy task. So, I'll take a loss. Lend me a few days and I'll let my wolf demon teach you. Before you leave Beijing, I'll make sure you can tell a crosstalk, storytelling, or jingle without any problem!"
"Your abacus beads are falling on my face."
"What are you capable of?"
Liang Qu asked the little mirage dragon to perform the trick of creating a beast by breathing out mist.
Five or six little white dragons flew together, puffing up clouds and spewing out mist, completely confirming the theory of the mirage clan.
very nice.
The more I look at it, the hotter my eyes become.
Martial artists love ferocious beasts and raise more tigers and lions. The brave ones raise exotic monsters. Those who have connections and abilities can even let monsters guard their homes. Each one is very majestic, but compared with the mirage dragon, they are not in the same league at all!
The key is that it is so small that you can take it anywhere, whether it is eating or watching a show!
"Willn't it be possible for me to become a martial saint when I grow up?"
"No." Meng Qiang shook his head. "If that were the case, shouldn't there be a hundred or eighty mirage dragons in the Mirage Clan back then? Why did they become insects first and dragons later? The transformation of the Mirage Clan into dragons is just like the cultivation of humans, one step at a time. But nowadays, even the Mirage Clan that can become a demon is rare, let alone a big monster. Liang Hengwei is the lucky one."
"I have long heard that Liang Hengwei is known as the Dragon Crossing the River. His reputation is well-deserved."
The liveliness of the young people attracted many officials from outside the circle, who cast their gazes over them.
Unfortunately, the excitement didn’t last long.
Snapped!
The whip cracked.
The officials of the Honglu Temple blew their whips.
(End of this chapter)