The Fifth Highness is still being deceived

Chapter 13

After the Lantern Festival night tour, Jing Feirong never saw Chu Yanchuan again. He passed through the underworld every day to go to the Northern Territory, but he never met the Lord God. A few hints.

"Ah...has there been no war in the Underworld recently? Then Lord Pluto and the Emperor should have a lot of leisure."

While flipping through the booklet, Bai Wuchang glanced at Jing Feirong maliciously: "Yes, since His Highness the Fifth Highness took over the Northern Territory, the Lord and the Emperor are indeed much more relaxed~"

So much so that he saw the Third Highness Jing Feiyun coming out of Hades' bedroom with disheveled clothes and cursing for five consecutive mornings.

"Oh..." Jing Feirong scratched lightly back and forth on the cover of the booklet with his fingertips, and said again, "Then what do they usually do in their spare time?"

"Make love.do things."

Jing Feirong didn't care what Pluto liked to do, so he asked, "What do Dijun usually like to do?"

"Dijun is happy to be quiet. Now that the dry marsh land has been handed over to you, His Highness, the emperor is naturally going to practice."

Jing Feirong looked blank: "Where did you go to meditate? I have been to Yunzi Mountain, but I haven't seen him."

"The six realms are huge, and there are so many holy places. As the emperor's favorite place, it is naturally inconvenient for us as subordinates to ask."

"How long will it take to meditate?"

"It may be a few months, or it may be a few years. If the emperor thinks that place is good, it may be a hundred years or a thousand years."

Jing Fei didn't say anything for a long time, and finally let out a muffled "Oh", and left the Hades.

Bai Wuchang looked at his back with a smile and asked, "Where are you going, Your Highness?"

"Looking for friends!" Jing Feirong said without turning his head.

The friend Jing Feirong said was a tree.

Suliang Mountain, the head of the Holy Land of the Six Realms, is covered with ice and snow and stretches for thousands of hectares.The main peak is towering and steep, and the Suliang Mountain Range passes through it. On the mountain range grows a tree with slender branches and green leaves. A touch of spring in the boundless winter.

Chu Yanchuan had already forgotten how long he had been in this tree, perhaps hundreds of years, or thousands of years.

Yuanshen was still crumbling, and Yu Cang was staring at the barrier of the Dry Marsh Realm, barely needing him to bother too much.Chu Yanchuan fought for tens of thousands of years and was tired, so he hid in his original body with a lazy attitude, and then cultivated himself.

All the gods know that Chu Yanchuan is the founder of the world, but no one knows that his original body is a tree.

A tall and beautiful tree with no name.

Suliang Mountain is covered in snow for thousands of miles, but under the shade of this tree, green grass grows and mountain flowers bloom, which isolates it from the frost and gale, making it a unique piece of heaven and earth.

The main peak is the most precipitous, and no one has been able to set foot on it for tens of thousands of years. Chu Yanchuan slept here day after day, year after year.

Until one day, he smelled a smell of blood, mixed with the bitter cold wind, and could faintly hear the sound of sobbing.Chu Yanchuan opened his eyes, and saw a person walking in the snow not far away. He was thin and stumbling, as if he was about to be toppled by the biting wind and snow.

The young man looked to be only eleven or twelve years old. He was dressed in black clothes, with a sword behind his back. His neck and face were stained with blood, which had already solidified under the cold weather. He looked extremely tragic.On his forehead was a pair of pitch-black dragon horns, and his handsome face could not be concealed by blood.The young man clutched his left shoulder, trembling and stumbling onto the meadow under the tree, as if falling into the warmth of spring in an instant, he let out a long sigh: "It's so warm..."

The voice sounded extremely immature, what a poor little dragon.

Chu Yanchuan closed his eyes and continued to meditate. The young man climbed a few steps to the side of the tree trunk, panted and sat up. After a while, he suddenly cried: "Where is my sword?!"

"The sword is gone!" The young man burst into tears, tearing his lungs apart, "That's the holy sword! I lost it! My father is going to take me to burn the furnace, woo woo woo..."

The holy sword on his back probably couldn't bear the stupidity of his master, so he trembled impatiently twice, and the young man trembled, only to realize that the sword was always on his back, he stopped crying immediately, and hugged the sword in his arms. In his arms, he hiccupped with lingering fear.

Chu Yanchuan opened his eyes when he heard him call 'Father King', and took a closer look, the sword is a eclipse, a sacred object in the heavens, unique in the world, this little dragon is probably...

"My name is Jing Feirong." The young man sensed the existence of Yuan Ling in the sacred tree, so he knocked on the trunk and asked in a low voice, sobbing, "Can you come out and help me remove the poisonous moat on my shoulder?"

The Fifth Highness of the Heavenly Dragon Clan, Jing Feirong.

Chu Yanchuan stared at him steadfastly, those of the dragon clan who are less than a thousand years old will not hide their horns.Since Jing Feirong is not yet a thousand years old at this time, it seems that he has stayed in this original body for less than 1000 years——Chu Yanchuan finally managed to calculate the approximate time since the meditation.

Jing Feirong waited for a long time, but Shenshu ignored him. He wiped his tears and asked, "Can't you transform into a physical body? But you are flourishing in this Suliang Mountain, and your cultivation should be very strong... ..."

"I'm in so much pain..." Jing Feirong used both hands and feet, hugged the lukewarm trunk, pressed his face against the rough bark, begged and acted like a baby, "Please, help me pull it out, it hurts to pull it out by myself .”

Chu Yanchuan didn't move at all. Since the battle of the seal, he no longer wants to have any involvement with the dragons in the heavens.

Seeing that Shenshu really ignored him, Jing Feirong had no choice but to give up, pouted and touched the dragon's horn, then, as if making up his mind, he pushed his collar away to expose his left shoulder.

On the immature shoulder, the poisonous moat is almost completely submerged, only a short end is exposed, the wound is surrounded by a black circle, faintly emitting black traces of devilish energy, the tip must have been pierced into the bone, so you don't need to think twice. Know how painful it will be.

"I pulled it out." Jing Feirong said to himself boldly, even though no one was paying attention, "I really pulled it out, there will be blood splashing out, and there will be a sizzling sound, which may stain Suliang Mountain , but there is no way, I am in so much pain, I flew halfway and fell here..."

He was invaded by the demonic energy, coupled with the severe pain of the wound, he couldn't help being a little confused, he murmured for a long time, but suddenly and unexpectedly pinched the end of the poisonous moat, and yanked it upwards.Thick and dirty blood spewed out, and the devilish energy collided with the spiritual energy of Suliang Mountain, hissing violently.Jing Feirong held his head high and didn't say a word, but a clear black dragon scale had burst out from under the skin of his neck -- it was a sign of extreme pain and the desire to collapse.

Chu Yanchuan looked at him for a long while, then moved his fingertips, a branch slowly drooped down, the leaves caressed Jing Feirong's wound, and spiritual power flowed out, pouring into Jing Feirong's left shoulder.

Jing Feirong's head was covered with cold sweat, his lips turned white from the pain, and tears fell down the corners of his eyes. He gasped for a long time before his eyes gradually cleared up. He stared blankly at the lush tree shade above him, dumbfounded. The voice said: "Tree God, your spiritual power is so powerful, I will give you the holy sword, can you help me practice quickly?"

Thinking of taking a shortcut at a young age, the branches and leaves of the sacred tree moved slightly, and lightly slapped Jing Feirong on the face.

Sheng Jian simply ran away in anger, flew into the snow, and circled around the peaks of Suliang Mountain.

Jing Feirong stayed by the tree until it was dark, and kept babbling without stopping for a moment. After a while, he said that he followed the third brother to fight in the devil world, and slipped away after getting injured. I don't know if the third brother will beat him Butt, for a while I want to eat roast chicken, but also want to eat steamed buns, it’s best to have a bowl of broth...

His wounds healed extremely quickly, his spirits became more uplifted, and he talked more and more. Chu Yanchuan began to regret giving him spiritual power.

"I'm leaving." Jing Feirong got up, patted the broken grass on his body, looked at the sacred tree, and said seriously, "I am very grateful for today, and I will come to see you again soon."

Shenshu: No need.

The holy sword that had played enough came through the snow and broke through the wind, and stopped in front of Jing Feirong. Jing Feirong waved his hand: "I won't carry you on my back, you can fly by yourself."

"And I don't know the way, you have to lead me in front."

Holy Sword: Speechless.

The young man took the wind and left with the sword, Chu Yanchuan rubbed his aching forehead, closed his eyes and settled down quietly.

The author has something to say: Your Highness Fifth: It turns out that my wife watched me grow up (laugh bitterly and shed tears)