In a folk recipe in the General's Mansion, Wang Jian is sitting on a chair, and a colorful sparrow is standing on the table.
In front of Cai Que was Wang Jian's hand, holding a palm-sized cyan scale.
As soon as this scale was taken out, it exuded extremely powerful pressure, making the atmosphere in the whole room extremely heavy.
Que'er deliberately pecked the scales, but the pressure on the scales was too terrifying. If Wang Jian hadn't held the scales and covered them with his true energy to suppress the momentum, she might not have been able to get closer or stand still.
She looked up at Wang Jian and stuttered: "This, this is the green dragon scale?"
Looking at the shocked Que'er, Wang Jian felt that he was really right to bring out this thing.
He nodded and said proudly: "How is it? Isn't it great?"
"Well, it's so awesome, so scary!"
Wang Jian chuckled, put away the green dragon scales, and the pressure in the room immediately dissipated. However, the aura in it did not disappear so quickly, and it would take time.
"Seeing this, this is a powerful demon. One day in the future, maybe you will be stronger than this."
He said happily, ignoring the cold sweat on his back.
Frankly speaking, even if Wang Jian has now broken through to the Tongxuan realm, he still cannot withstand the pressure on his scales.
The reason I can persist until now is because I have been chopping bones and meat since I got the corpse of the green dragon.
From being unbearable at the beginning to enduring it silently in the end, the progress is obvious.
The pressure of the scales was stronger than that of bones and flesh, and he couldn't last long.
Now he seriously doubts how powerful the green dragon corpse he obtained was during his lifetime.
These are the scales left behind after death. If one were to face such a being head-on, perhaps one would not need to take action at all, as the aura on one's body would be able to turn him into ashes.
When Que'er heard his words, her eyes flashed: "Is it really possible for me to be so strong?"
"Of course, I will train you well. We eat green dragon meat every day, and it is inevitable that our strength will improve by leaps and bounds."
The bird nodded, flew happily in the air, and finally landed on Wang Jian's shoulder.
Suddenly, he pecked Wang Jian's lips. Although the action was painful, it was not strong or painful, and there was a gentleness that was different from human beings.
Wang Jian reached out and stroked her feathers: "Quie'er, don't worry, I will tie you to me forever and never leave you."
As for the dozen or so women in the family, that is not a simple matter.
After leaving this world with Que'er, can she still fly away?
Of course, out of respect, Wang Jian thought for a while and finally did not speak.
Que'er is different from other women. If Evelin and others don't agree, he doesn't care too much.
But Que'er is a demon, a very precious bird demon with a realistic prototype, so teaming up with Miao Xuan is the best thing.
Wang Jian took it too seriously, and worried about gains and losses, he didn't want to confess these things so early.
Besides, with the system in place, there shouldn't be any problems.
Of course, the most important thing about not confessing is Xiao Wei.
Xiao Wei has a strong possessive desire. When she first fell in love with Wang Sheng, she wanted to get Pei Rong away, but in the end she tied herself up in a cocoon.
If she didn't have such a strong possessive desire and accepted the situation calmly, maybe Wang Sheng would agree to her. Of course, the heart-breaking thing was destined to happen, and it all depended on Wang Sheng's own thoughts.
Sometimes Wang Jian is actually very helpless. In many film and television works with ancient settings, women have to make a mountain that cannot tolerate two tigers.
But in the real ancient times, how could women have so much power?
And those nonsense braid scenes were even more powerless. But it didn’t matter, he never watched such works anyway.
After the relationship was established, the way the two got along also changed.
There are a lot more intimate actions, and when chatting, I also start to talk about some of my own situations.
For example, the exercises that Que'er practices come from her bloodline. She can't even name them, but just instinctively practices according to the bloodline's consultation.
It has taken more than a hundred years to reach this point. There is no doubt about the power of this set of exercises.
Wang Jian didn't ask for the specific content. This was a technique practiced by demons. What would he do if he got it?
Maybe after human beings practice cultivation, they may become obsessed with evil spirits or even turn into monsters, which would be a big trouble.
He would not transfer the practice to his own women anyway. If the women had problems because of this, he would not be able to forgive himself.
But after all, he is a strong person in the Tongxuan Realm and has experienced many things. He will occasionally give Que'er some pointers.
When Queer followed his guidance and practiced, she felt that her efficiency had improved a bit. Although it was not much, it was still a huge gain.
A little bit every day, over 1800 years, the gap will be terrifying.
"By the way, Que'er, do you know how to refine weapons?"
"Item refining?" Que'er was stunned for a moment and shook his head, "There are some small things, but they are all intermittent. I have never learned them specifically. Why do you ask this?"
Wang Jian was not disappointed either, but how much more could a monster comparable to a Xiantian realm warrior know? He asked about it, but it was just a hope.
"I have been collecting these green dragon scales, but I cannot use them because I don't have the method to refine weapons. Otherwise, if I can refine armor, or melt the scales into my Zhang Er spear, my combat effectiveness will be greatly improved."
The Zhang Er Spear has become spiritual, but it has never made any big breakthroughs.
He thought that if the scales were integrated into it, it might be more spiritual, and it might even break through and become a magic weapon, a spiritual weapon, etc.
Green dragon corpses are treasures. Not to mention the scales, the dragon tendons are very good things.
It's a pity that because there is no way to refine the weapon, it has been wasted there all the time.
Although I feel helpless, I also know that these things cannot be forced, so I am not particularly upset.
Que'er's eyes rolled: "I have received very little bloodline information, but in some fragments, it seems that materials can be washed with demon blood, but I have not tried it to see if it is useful."
Wang Jian was overjoyed after hearing this: "Let's do this. After leaving Baicheng, I will give you a scale and you can slowly smelt it."
"But my strength is so poor that I can't even withstand the pressure of my scales."
Que'er was very depressed when she said this. She used to think that she was very powerful, but she never thought that she could not bear the pressure of a dead object.
This made her deeply understand her own gap. If possible, she really hoped that she could practice hard in the past instead of half-heartedly.
Wang Jian stroked her soft feathers: "Don't worry, I will help you when the time comes."
He was a little curious. Where did the feathers on the bird go when he turned into a human body? Could it be his clothes?
If this is the case, will the bird turn into a bald chicken if its clothes are removed in the future?
This is a very interesting proposition, and he is a little ready to take action.
As if aware of Wang Jian's strange gaze, the bird flapped its wings, flew up, and pecked at Wang Jian's head.
"You pervert, wolf, if you dare to think nonsense again, I will peck you to death!"
"Spare your life, Heroine, I really don't think so."
"Hmph, you actually dare to lie in front of me. I've seen this look from you too many times. I'll peck you to death."
Unfortunately, Wang Jian, who had been pecked a few times by the bird, casually grabbed the bird and held the bird in his hand.
Although the other party couldn't break free, he didn't use much strength, so he wouldn't hurt her.
Wang Jian put the colorful bird in front of him and smiled playfully: "Quier, it's getting late, we should go to bed."