The mountain road in Kunlun is indeed a bit long. After walking for a while, the owner of the black oil-paper umbrella arrived in front of the small courtyard on the mountainside.
The courtyard door was open, and you could directly see the scene in the courtyard. The owner of the black oil-paper umbrella walked towards the courtyard without hesitation, but just after walking a few steps, a door suddenly jumped out of the front hall of the small courtyard.
The white shadow, regardless of the mud and rain, rushed towards him.
Dugu Sheng held the umbrella with one hand, bent down slightly, and used the other hand to touch the head of the little guy who was hugging his thigh tightly and refusing to let go.
The little guy felt the other person's movements, and he hugged Dugu Sheng again, curling his limbs together and hanging on Dugu Sheng's arm like a koala.
Dugu Sheng stood up, holding the black oil-paper umbrella in one hand, and holding the increasingly fat Dabai in the other hand.
Dabai was held on Dugu Sheng's chest with one hand, and its two front paws naturally rested on Dugu Sheng's shoulders, like a hug or a whisper.
It seemed like I hadn't seen Dugu Sheng for a day, and I missed him a little. Dabai kept rubbing and rubbing on Dugu Sheng's chest and shoulders. But I didn't expect that I had just run in the rain, and my body was a little dirty.
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In this way, Dugu Sheng's black clothes were printed with several cute little plum blossom paw prints.
Murong Yunqing came out of the room. Just now, Dabai, this guy, didn't know why he was crazy. He didn't even want the half-eaten apple, threw it away and ran out of the room.
Listening to the sound of rain outside, Murong Yunqing couldn't help but feel a little anxious. She had just washed the little one, and now the hair on the little one's body was not completely dry. If she ran out on a rainy day, she would not have to wash it again.
So, when the little guy dropped the half apple, Murong Yunqing also followed him out. Just when she was secretly thinking that Dabai was really a flexible fat man, a scene that broke her heart appeared.
Sure enough, this little guy still rushed out.
"It's still raining outside..."
Murong Yunqing lamented in his heart. He didn't know whether he was lamenting the little guy's disobedience or was worried that he had to give it another bath.
In short, when she followed the little guy's footsteps and stepped out of the front hall, she saw a scene that made her even more heartbroken.
When she saw that hateful black figure in the rain, her complicated thoughts made her even forget about the raindrops still falling from the sky. She rushed out the door directly, breaking through the continuous raindrops, and came to the man in two or three steps.
He snatched the little guy from the other person's arms.
"It's mine!"
Murong Yunqing gritted his teeth and spoke to the black clothed man, not caring about the little guy's pitiful eyes and the short front paws that tried to struggle but couldn't and could only keep waving in the air.
The rain is falling in patter, as if the sky and the earth are originally lovers, separated by no boundaries. They can only rely on these continuous love threads to bring together the companionship they have not had for a long time and express their sincere feelings to each other.
The rainwater slid down Murong Yun's innocent and flawless face. The strand of green hair on his forehead that usually flowed freely could only cling to the right side of his cheek at this moment, letting the rain slide by gently.
At this moment, Murong Yunqing lost a bit of the freshness of the lotus and a bit more of the charm of the peony.
Dugu Sheng looked at the person in front of him, and a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes, but this trace of tenderness disappeared just as quickly as it came. Under the cover of the hazy drizzle, it disappeared in just an instant.
Looking at the stubborn expression on the visitor's face, and then at his empty left hand, Dugu Sheng couldn't help but reveal a wry smile.
However, when he noticed the raindrops rolling down that stubborn face, the umbrella in his hand unconsciously turned sideways.
The cool autumn rain hit the face, extinguishing the initial fire in some people's hearts.
"Go back to the house, it's windy and rainy outside."
Dugu Sheng suppressed the unspeakable emotions in his heart and spoke. But after he finished speaking, he immediately felt something was wrong, as if he had thought of something, and then added: "Don't let Dabai catch a cold."
Murong Yunqing glared at him, patted Dabai in his arms, and signaled the little guy to calm down.
The little guy is so smart, he naturally noticed the changes in the field at this time, and knew
He said that he could not go back, so he could only groan twice, give up the struggle and accept his fate.
Dugu Sheng followed Murong Yunqing into the front hall. This courtyard was much larger than the one he lived in. After all, many people from the Dragon Group came this time.
After shaking the umbrella in his hand and shaking off the last few drops of rainwater on the surface, Dugu Sheng finally put away the somewhat eye-catching black oil-paper umbrella.
It was already close to noon, but without the scorching sun in the sky, it would always feel like it was just early morning.
In the other courtyard, the ten-man team of the Dragon Group have all left. For them, there may really be nothing worth remembering about this place.
But their departure made this huge courtyard lose some vitality and vitality.
Dugu Sheng put away his umbrella, and his clothes soaked by the rain clung to his body, making him frown slightly.
This feeling is not a good one, because many years ago, in that underground world filled with death and killing, he would feel this way every day.
Therefore, he had an almost instinctive dislike of this sticky feeling.
A faint mist of white water vapor evaporated on Dugu Sheng's body. In just a moment, the clothes wet by the rain became dry again, and the slightly large clothes corners swayed with the autumn wind outside the door.
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Murong Yunqing turned around and looked at the man behind him in surprise, a little surprised: "Can internal energy be used in this way?"
"Otherwise?" Dugu Sheng said with a smile.
Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, he turned around and saw the naive Dabai in her arms. He unconsciously wanted to reach out and touch Dabai's head.
But when he stretched out his hand halfway, he thought again of last night's moonlight, and thought that his action seemed a bit arrogant.
So he stretched out his left hand halfway and stopped in embarrassment. After a moment, he stretched out his hand to his mouth and coughed twice with a half-clenched fist, hoping to resolve the embarrassment.
"How far have you reached in your cultivation?"
Murong Yunqing hugged Dabai and finally asked the question that had always puzzled her.
When Dugu Sheng saw that the other party did not notice what he had just done, he felt quite proud of his quick reaction. This method of resolving embarrassment was so natural that there was no flaw in it.
In a very good mood, the smile on his face became even brighter. He smiled and said truthfully: "Actually, I don't know this either."
There is no trace of falsehood in his words. After breaking through the shackles in Shennongjia, the Heaven Devouring Art and the Creation Art also entered a mysterious realm.
However, after that, the operation of the Heaven-Eating Technique and the Creation Technique deviated slightly from the results he had expected.
After all, his inferences and expectations about breaking through the shackles were completely based on the existing cultivation system of immortality and martial arts, and his path was fundamentally divorced from the existing cultivation system.
Without innate spiritual roots, his ability to communicate with heaven and earth is different from that of other innate masters. He is unable to communicate with heaven and earth, let alone realize the so-called telepathy between heaven and man.
All he can rely on is himself, and he cannot resonate with the heaven and earth like the legendary innate strong men, thereby gaining power beyond himself. But as the ancient saying goes, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. After losing the opportunity to become one with heaven and man,
, he also completely severed his connection with heaven and earth.
His power depends entirely on himself, so he will no longer be restricted by the rules of heaven and earth. The suppressive power of the innate strong ones on the Source Star is also ineffective for him.
If we look at the contemporary descriptions of martial arts realms, Dugu Sheng really doesn't know what realm he should be at.
However, his words can only be spoken to himself. When heard in other people's ears, the taste immediately becomes different.
For example, Murong Yunqing didn't believe it.
How can there be practitioners in this world who don't even know their own martial arts realm? The so-called ignorance is just that they don't want to talk about it.
However, Murong Yunqing did not show any of his emotions, and just taunted lightly: "You know what? You laugh very cheaply, and remember to pay attention to your words and deeds next time!"
After saying this, Murong Yunqing turned around and walked towards his room, leaving only
He showed the arrogant back of the hateful guy behind him.
The smile on Dugu Sheng's face completely froze, and then the 'cheesy smile' that touched Murong Yunqing's mouth gradually turned into astonishment, and in the end he could only smile bitterly.
"Yunqing..." Dugu Sheng said.
"What else do you want to do?" Murong Yunqing stopped, but did not look back. He just asked Dugu Sheng indifferently.
Murong Yunqing's obviously indifferent tone made Dugu Sheng feel very innocent. Facing Murong Yunqing who suddenly had a bad temper for some reason at this time, he even seemed a little cautious when he spoke: "That...Da...Dabai?"
His voice was very soft, with some stuttering, and even the words he spoke could not form a complete sentence.
Murong Yunqing turned around, patted the poor little guy's head in his arms, and said very calmly: "Dabai is mine!"
Dugu Sheng was helpless, he seemed to have seen it, and when he returned later, the little girl in the courtyard would definitely be angry with him again after hearing the news.
But what could he do? He could only smile bitterly: "Okay, it's yours."
"It was originally mine!"
Murong Yunqing's tone was still sonorous and powerful, and she seemed confident. It seemed that what she said was a fact.
Dugu Sheng was speechless, knowing that he would not be able to pick up Dabai today. He took out a white jade porcelain bottle from his body and handed it to Murong Yunqing.
Murong Yunliang held Dabai in his arms, took the porcelain bottle handed over by Dugu Sheng with some doubts, and asked curiously: "This is...?"
But as soon as she asked this question, her pupils suddenly shrank because she saw clearly this small white jade porcelain vase.
The porcelain bottle was very delicate and beautiful, but what concerned Murong Yunqing the most was the pattern on the bottle.
A flower with five white petals and light yellow stamens stands on the bottle.
The flowers are not delicate and beautiful, they are not as fresh and elegant as orchids, nor are they as glamorous and intoxicating as peach blossoms, nor are they as dignified and luxurious as peonies. Some are just simple, elegant and ordinary.
There seems to be a breeze blowing, and the petals are slightly swaying, adding a bit of natural vitality to this white jade porcelain vase that originally looked a bit monotonous.
"God comes to the flower!"
Murong Yunqing stared at this seemingly ordinary flower pattern and squeezed out these words from his chest and abdomen.
After finishing speaking, Murong Yunqing suddenly raised his head and stared into Dugu Sheng's eyes, waiting for the latter's answer.
"God comes to the flower?" Dugu Sheng shook his head with a smile, and responded with a faint smile: "This name seems to be called that by many people recently, but I don't like it. It is hope, beauty, attachment, strength, and more.
It is uninhibited and companionship. It is a flower that represents hope and freedom. This is what I have seen and learned from it. I like it very much."
"Flowers of hope and freedom?"
Murong Yunqing was a little confused. This kind of flower was actually just a very common wild flower. Even when she was a child, she could often see it on the grass.
It was only because of the sudden appearance of God in these years and using this flower as a symbol that the name "God's Arrival" came into being.
And this kind of wild flower has gradually become a taboo.
Even Murong Yunqing knew that many forces were now taking great action to eradicate the Shenlinhua at or near his mountain gate.
Because of the unscrupulous actions of the divine organization and the bloody rain and bloody wind it stirred up, this wild flower has become a taboo and an unknown flower at the same time!
In comparison, Dugu Sheng's behavior seems a bit unusual.
However, Murong Yunqing also had some vague guesses and understanding about Dugu Sheng.
Combined with the current rumors in the spiritual world about the ambiguous relationship between the Dark Prison and God, combined with Dugu Sheng's identity and some past events, it was difficult for Murong Yunqing not to find out the clues.
However, regarding this matter, the two of them kept silent very well, neither saying anything nor revealing anything.
Murong Yunqing already regretted her previous words as soon as she said them. Now that Dugu Sheng has avoided the topic, she will naturally not ask further questions.
We have different identities and different positions. If you want to get along like this and maintain this friendship, sometimes you should be a little silly.