Fengshen Wendaoxing

"How is your Third Prince Long?"

On the way, Lu Chuan asked the shrimp.

Ao Bing's dragon tendon was found, and the primordial spirit was well nourished by him in the gourd, so he can use it directly.

As long as Ao Bing's dragon tendon can be connected continuously, the resurrection and return to the sun will be just around the corner.

It is difficult for mortals to connect tendons, but it should not be a big problem for gods.

Xiajing said respectfully: "The prince is still in the sun, but he still needs to rest for a few days."

"Where's your dragon king?"

Lu Chuan asked, this time the old dragon was so angry that he really went all out to flood Chentangguan and violated the rules of heaven. I don't know how the heaven will deal with him.

"The Dragon Lord is resting too."

Shrimp essence is a little embarrassed.

It turned out that the first thing Ao Guang did after returning home was to find the imperial doctor of the Dragon Palace to let Ao Bing return to the sun, and the second thing was to revive the decree and plead guilty.

Fortunately, the previous experience made many gods in the sky sympathize with the father and son, so they helped to intercede.

Afterwards, Ao Guang also followed Lu Chuan's suggestion and sent material resources and manpower to remedy the situation. Therefore, after considering the situation, the Jade Emperor just decided to beat the old dragon for a long memory.

But how could the punishment from heaven be so pleasant?

Even though the old dragon was physically strong, he was still unable to get out of bed after being beaten by the hammer. This shows how severe the punishment from the sky is.

In this way, both father and son are recuperating at home now.

Lu Chuan came to the East China Sea Dragon Palace again.

The difference from the last time was that this time he was invited in through the main entrance. He was aboveboard. There were many people from Dragon Palace at the entrance, and there were enough cards.

"Grandfather!"

As soon as Ao Bing saw Lu Chuan, he came up to call En Gong.

"Then what, Xiaolong, don't call me a benefactor, I'm sorry, just call me Daoist Lu."

Ao Bing hurriedly said: "This is not acceptable, that would be too rude."

"Ah?"

Hearing this, Lu Chuan was also happy, and said with a smile: "When did you learn to be polite, it's really not easy!"

"Engong, don't laugh at me."

Ao Bing said: "After the experience of life and death, I have completely changed my mind and changed my past."

Lu Chuan nodded, and said again: "By the way, about collecting books..."

"My father said that the Hall of Sutras and History in Longyuan Pavilion in the East China Sea will be open to Engong for six days, the Hall of Secret Techniques for one day, and the Hall of Gongfa..."

Speaking of this, Ao Bing felt a little embarrassed on his face, so he didn't say any more.

"Really? That's great, thank you very much, and lead me now!"

Lu Chuan also knew how to read words and expressions, and when he saw his expression, he patted Ao Bing on the shoulder and said, so that he didn't have to take it to heart.

After seeing his expression and thinking about it for a while, he can guess that it's pretty close.

After all, the history books are good, but the secret arts and secret arts are the most important things related to the inheritance of the Dragon Clan. How can outsiders be allowed to enter at will?

He was able to enter the Secret Art Palace for a day, and Ao Bing's help in mediation would be indispensable.

"Okay, benefactor, please follow me!"

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At the same time, in a luxurious palace in the Dragon Palace.

The shrimp soldiers who had brought Lu Chuan to the East China Sea just now were kneeling in the hall and reporting something to the people inside the golden couch curtain.

"The Taoist has already been taken to Longyuan Pavilion by Long Er?"

Inside the curtain, Ao Guang was lying on the bed in a yellow robe, and sighed after hearing this: "Forget it, after all, he has kindness to me and Long Er, so I will make an exception this time, ouch... get lost!"

While speaking, he moved his body lightly, but he felt a pain like electric shock. After moaning uncontrollably, he drove the shrimp soldiers out angrily.

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Longyuan Pavilion is a huge palace, with a layer of powerful barrier and heavily guarded outside. To enter, it can be opened only by people from the dragon clan dripping blood into the barrier.

Moreover, this enchantment can only be opened by dragons with more than 50% purity of true dragon blood, and those with mixed and thin blood are also excluded.

After entering the enchantment and the gate, it is divided into three halls of classics and history, secret arts, and exercises. There is also a separate small enchantment guarding the flow of five-color light.

All in all, it is easier said than done to enter here, but it is also difficult said to be difficult.

In front of the Palace of History.

"Engong, you can go in by yourself, these books give me a headache."

Ao Bing said with some headaches: "However, I will deliver meals to you on time every day. After six days, I will come and take you to the Secret Art Palace."

"Xiaolong, you don't know your blessings. If you want to be a good dragon, how can you not study? Come and accompany me!"

Lu Chuan dragged Ao Bing, who was about to slip away, into the hall together, but he was startled as soon as he entered.

I saw dozens of bookshelves as tall as a person, each with six floors, and books on top of each floor...

"This is a bit embarrassing for me." Lu Chuan immediately smiled distressedly.

Even if he has a strong memory, he can't finish reading these books in six days, half a year is almost enough for him.

"Forget it, watch as much as you can!"

Lu Chuan changed his mind, looked at Ao Bing who was frowning, and said, "Xiaolong, you are responsible for finding books for me. Some books about ancient and ancient deeds, bring as many as you can find."

"good!"

Ao Bing, who was having a headache from reading a book, was shaken, and quickly came to his senses, and diligently helped Lu Chuan find books, and ran to bring food for the two of them after the meal was ordered.

For six days like this, Lu Chuan put down his practice and devoted himself to reading, because the opportunity to enter the Longyuan Pavilion in the East China Sea was too difficult to come by.

To use one word to describe it is to forget to eat and sleep, and only sleep a little time every day.

Six days later.

"Grandpa, it's time to go to the Secret Art Palace."

Ao Bing woke up Lu Chuan in a low voice, and saw that beside Lu Chuan who was sleeping with his eyes closed, there was a mountain of small books as tall as a person, at least a thousand volumes.

There are still some things on the side that I haven't seen yet.

To be honest, Ao Bing really admired Lu Chuan's spirit of reading these past few days.

"Is it time?"

Lu Chuan glanced at the remaining books, and there were only about a hundred volumes.

Although there are a lot of books here, they are all about ancient times and ancient times. He can probably read them nine out of ten.

So he was led by Ao Bing to the Hall of Secret Arts. Ao Bing said that he should clean up the scrolls on the side of the Hall of Classics and History. Don't waste Lu Chuan's time in the Hall of Secret Arts that day.

This increased Lu Chuan's affection for him a lot.

"By the way, Xiaolong, you have a man over 9,000 years old in the East China Sea, so it's not very proper to be a turtle."

Before entering the door, Lu Chuan complained to Ao Bing: "I did him a favor, but after it was over, he actually wanted to accept my thank you gift."

"And this thing?"

Ao Bing frowned lightly.

"You can find out if there is such a thing. Xiaolong, you have to make the decision for me. You are the only one I know best in Donghai. At least you have to pluck out the roots of him."

"Engong, please rest assured, I will go to Lao Qiansui to investigate this matter now." Ao Bing said seriously: "If there is such a thing, then I will definitely ask Engong for an explanation."

Lu Chuan watched as Ao Bing, who was missing a small crescent moon on his head, left with awe-inspiring righteousness.

"Old bastard, I told you to lie to me, and I am afraid that you will cheat me with Wang Bo?"

Secret Art Hall!

As the name suggests, the collections here are all kinds of dragons and spells collected by dragons.

There are much fewer books here than in the Palace of Classics and History, and many secret arts have practice restrictions, which are only suitable for dragons to practice.

Lu Chuan spent another day and night in the Secret Art Palace, memorizing many strange spells by heart, and practicing them again when he got out.

At this time, Ao Bing entered Lao Gui's palace on the other side, followed by Princess Long following boredly.

"Old Chitose, do you owe my benefactor something?"

As soon as he entered the door, Ao Bing didn't beat around the bush and talk nonsense, but asked the old turtle directly.

"ah?"

The old turtle didn't react for a while.

"It was the little Taoist priest in my palace that day."

Princess Long yawned boredly, and added: "He is the benefactor who saved my third brother Yuanshen."

"ah?"

The old turtle heard clearly this time, and then he was completely dumbfounded.

Thanks to book friends 'Sniper Di Lie', 'Soul Xiying', 'Tuba Kyushu', 'Night Curtain Sixth Heaven Demon King', 'Danshui More than Ten Years' for their rewards, thank you!