Chapter 186: Going home leisurely, the old man expects
"Zangfo Temple, Sanzang, presents a Mahayana Buddhist sutra to His Majesty Xuanting. Congratulations to Your Majesty for achieving the body of a true dragon!"
"Tian Yandao, I would like to present your majesty with a piece of Heaven-stealing jade to congratulate your majesty on becoming a true dragon."
"Qingqiu, a formation diagram!"
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When the Xuanting Dragon King transformed into a dragon and entered the main hall, the guests in the hall seemed to have a tacit understanding, or in order to compare with each other, they all offered congratulatory gifts prepared by themselves or the sect Demon Kingdom behind them.
All of a sudden, the main hall of the Dragon Palace was filled with splendor, and the treasure light soared into the sky. Even the Universe Array could not restrain this vast divine light, so that the rays of light rushed straight outside the Dragon Palace, and printed a gorgeous light in the sky above Xuanting Lake.
aurora.
Feng Bingwen watched this scene, and when the voices of congratulatory gifts came one after another, he took out a bunch of gold paper from his robe and sent it up.
"Bai Yujing, a piece of Taoist inscription, congratulating His Majesty Xuanting."
After Feng Bingwen put on his clothes the "carefully" prepared gift, the main hall was silent for a moment. The next moment, Feng Bingwen felt that many eyes were on him, and then they all looked back.
Otherwise, the main reason is that the congratulatory sentence is too short, and even shorter than this is the congratulations of the great sage from the demon clan who came from Qingqiu.
It was just a simple formation diagram, and it didn’t even explain clearly what formation it was given. No one dared to question whether the gift sent by this Fox Lord was inappropriate for his status.
Compared with the great sage of the demon clan who is famous in the Nineteen Continents and is known to everyone, Feng Bingwen is unknown. However, since he can appear here, he is naturally recognized by the old Dragon King.
Although every immortal saint does not know Feng Bingwen, they still treat Feng Bingwen with the respect he deserves for a fellow person, at least on the surface.
Feng Bingwen also knew that his actions just now seemed a bit flamboyant and dazzling, but there was nothing he could do about it. The little thing he gave him really couldn't make any sense.
But fortunately, these powerful people in the spiritual world didn't care about him - mainly because Feng Bingwen behaved too coldly, just like the Nine-tailed Fox Lord, and ignored everyone. The only one who took the initiative to talk to him was the layman Luohe.
, also got a cold face.
The only thing that Feng Bingwen did slightly better than the Nine-tailed Fox Lord was that he didn't lie down to sleep on the spot. In this case, plus no one knew Feng Bingwen, naturally no one came to find him unhappy.
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Feng Bingwen was bored in the main hall of the Dragon Palace, sitting and waiting for the three little ones he brought with him to eat and drink on the banquet table. After eating until their energy was drained from their bodies and they could no longer hold on, they looked for someone.
A dragon girl asked to leave the table.
"Brother Bingwen, you are leaving now? But our Dragon Palace did not entertain you well?"
After knowing that Feng Bingwen was about to leave the banquet, the Crown Prince of Dragon Palace, who was entertaining a Taoist immortal, also sat in Qingyi and hurried over.
"Of course not. The delicacies of the Dragon Palace are hard to find in the world. I am not satisfied with them."
Feng Bingwen smiled and shook his head in denial.
"Then why leave?"
Xi Qingyi was puzzled.
"Brother Qingyi, if I am alone and have no worries, it would be fine to stay a little longer. But I am still a mortal in this life. I miss my parents at home and feel uneasy, so I want to go back as soon as possible."
Feng Bingwen explained the reason.
The Dragon Clan's concept of time is completely different from that of ordinary people. When a Dragon Lord becomes a true dragon, the Dragon Ascension Banquet held will last at least ten months. To exaggerate, the banquet can even last up to a year.
Naturally, Feng Bingwen couldn't wait from beginning to end. He couldn't wait even for a month, let alone a year. The phantom he left at home could only last a few days. If he didn't go back for a long time,
, the secret will be revealed sooner or later, and he is not ready for a showdown with his relatives at home so early.
"Oh, that's it. I'm going to talk to my father. Brother Bingwen, please wait a moment."
For this reason, Xi Qingyi couldn't say anything, but he felt it was necessary to call his father over.
"OK."
Feng Bingwen did everything he could, and less than half an hour later, Dragon Lord Xuanting, his face red and smelling of alcohol, came with a wine glass. After hearing the reason for Feng Bingwen's departure, he couldn't stop him.
After exchanging a glass of wine with Feng Bingwen, he sent his son and daughter to escort Feng Bingwen out of the Dragon Palace. There were some insignificant incidents.
"Brother Bingwen? Who taught you to shout like that? If you are not big or small, how can you be decent?"
When he heard his son's name for Feng Bingwen, Xuanting Dragon King immediately put on his face.
"My husband treats Mr. Feng as a Taoist friend, but you treat me as an equal. Do you also want to treat me as a father and brother?"
"Fellow Taoist Xi, there is no need to be like this. I asked him to call him that. Why should we practitioners pay too much attention to these red tapes? Everyone has his own opinion."
The issue of seniority has always been a major problem that has troubled the spiritual world. When you have a long life, it is inevitable that there will be some love between grandfather and grandson that spans a hundred years, a thousand years, or even ten thousand years.
Therefore, addressing people by seniority sometimes becomes a big problem. The default rule is that everyone calls each other according to his or her own name, does not interfere with each other, and is relaxed.
"No, they have only been practicing for a few days. How can they be qualified to be treated as equals to fellow Feng Taoists? They cannot be treated as brothers. You should at least call me Uncle Feng!"
The last words were naturally spoken by the new Dragon King to his eldest son.
"..."
As the saying goes, if the arm cannot twist the thigh, the father's order cannot be violated. Feng Bingwen spent a lot of words to change the title, but it was corrected again, and his seniority was forcibly raised one level, becoming uncle.
Feng Bingwen was naturally helpless about this. His father asked him to shout. What else could he do while standing aside? Could it be that he couldn't fight with the Dragon King? He couldn't do it either.
After this episode, Feng Bingwen was sent out of the Dragon Palace by the Dragon King's son and daughter. As soon as he left the main hall of the Dragon Palace, Feng Bingwen saw the prosperity of the Dragon Palace at this time.
Except for the main hall of the Dragon Palace, which was used to entertain the True Dragon Demon Sage and the True Immortal Buddha, its side halls, side halls, and even the ordinary courtyard were all crowded.
Water dragons from all over the world, as well as monsters and humans who can have a relationship with the dragon tribe, gathered together. At this time, in the Dragon Palace, it can be said that there is no ordinary person. If you throw a brick casually, you might be able to smash it.
Up to seven or eight levels of demon kings, big and small.
And after leaving the Dragon Palace, the scene is even more exaggerated. The guests who can enter the main table of the Dragon Palace have strength and background, but they only account for a very small part of the monsters and monsters who come to congratulate them. More monsters cannot even enter the Dragon Palace gate.
go.
But since someone had given a gift, Dragon Palace would naturally not be stingy, accept the gift, and drive the person away. Instead, it directly spread a running water mat at the bottom of the lake.
The flowing water table outside the Dragon Palace was really full of excitement and excitement. The people in the Dragon Palace were all the famous Demon King Suicune, but outside they were all nameless people. They didn't have so many scruples, so they were naturally happy as they pleased.
Feng Bingwen, who was sitting on the dragon carriage, looked at and sighed for a while, then lowered the door curtain. It was not until a while later that the noise and excitement outside the window disappeared.
"Today I really saw what it means to respect the water tribe together!"
Feng Bingwen, who has walked three thousand miles out of the Dragon Palace, sighed to his nephew in Qingyi.
"Uncle Bingwen, such a scene is mainly due to the influence of my grandfather."
Xi Qingyi, who had changed his mind under the pressure of his father, felt quite awkward. In less than two days, he had been demoted a generation. When he came, he was still a brother, but when he was sent back, he became a nephew.
Son.
"I see."
Even Feng Bingwen, who had never had a marriage contract, felt a little sad when he heard the title uncle. He didn't even lose his virginity and became an uncle.
This generational gap makes this person completely incapable of talking about sex, but fortunately, this time is not difficult. With the power of a dragon, he can control the water veins of the river, and the thousands of miles of river flow pass by in an instant.
Within a few quarters of an hour, Feng Bingwen was sent back to Wolong Lake by Prince Long.
"Uncle Bingwen, please accept this small gift."
When Feng Bingwen got out of the car with the three little ones, he saw the Dragon Prince taking out a belt from his arms.
"What is this for?"
Feng Bingwen frowned.
"Uncle, the gift you sent was too expensive. My father felt sorry for it, so he specially prepared some small gifts. In return, I asked my uncle not to refuse, so as not to make it difficult for my nephew."
After shouting several times, Prince Long, who had calmly accepted the fact that he had been downgraded, explained.
"I see."
Feng Bing became civilized and reached out to take the belt. He had never been a hypocritical person. After seeing the luxury of Dragon Palace, he had no burden for his actions.
Zheng~
When the belt fell into his hand, Feng Bingwen felt the broken magic weapon in his body vibrating with a slight movement of his spiritual consciousness. Apparently, there were treasures that could repair the magic weapon in the storage belt.
"His Majesty the Dragon King is interested."
With a sweep of his spiritual consciousness, he saw the many solid treasures in the belt, and Feng Bingwen couldn't help but sigh.
"As long as uncle is satisfied."
Xi Qingyi cupped his hands and said.
"You and I will meet in private, so you can be more casual."
"Father's fate is difficult."
"..."
Finally, under the watch of Prince Long, Feng Bingwen stepped onto the river bank and returned home leisurely.
Then Prince Long, who personally drove Feng Bingwen back, turned around and returned to his father.
When Feng Bingwen returned to the Feng family mansion, he originally wanted to sort out his rich harvest in the Dragon Palace, but after seeing what happened to the phantom he left behind, he lost his mind.
"Over the years, you have learned the Four Books, Five Classics, and Confucian classics by heart... In two months, it will be Qiu Gui. At your current age, you can go up and give it a try. You don't want to get merit, but you can also feel the atmosphere of the examination room.
Atmosphere.”
Feng Bingwen, who had just arrived home, saw this scene when he entered the house. The old man was sitting in his room, talking to the phantom he left behind, and in his words, he planned to let him participate in this year's imperial examination.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
I have been reading other books in the past few days, looking for inspiration. I have one thing to say, and I am really impressed. The main reason is that I am addicted to reading the book, and I don’t have enough time to type, so I am rushing to write. I will pay attention to it in the future. I will definitely not be impressed today.