Chapter 195: 201 Dragon's Reverse Scale

What is it like to watch the celebration of honoring oneself?

Zhou Yi only thought it was very mysterious.

He is a Taoist expert invited by the city lord, so he sits at the VIP seat, watching his god statue being worshiped by all people.

The square in the city, in front of the golden statue.

Great Elder Jin Jing wore an animal skin robe, offered incense with a solemn expression, sacrificed five animals, knelt down and prayed, and recited sacrificial texts...

Kneeling behind them are thousands of people from Moyun City, dressed in linen and leather clothes, with feathers on their heads, like uncivilized savages in the mountains.

After Jin Jing finished reading the sacrificial oration, he circulated the qi and blood in his dantian, and his voice was heard several miles away.

"Gold God Blessing!"

"Blessed by the Golden God—"

"Blessed by the Golden God—"

The sound was like thunder, soaring straight into the sky, three kowtows and nine bows in unison.

The sound of animal skin drums came from all directions, without rhythm, purely hard knocking, deafening. The drumsticks are polished from some kind of animal bone, and because of their age, they are as smooth as jade.

Zhou Yi glanced over with his spiritual sense and recognized that the drumheads and drumsticks were all made of thunder demons. Even though the aura had dissipated, there was still some power left.

The worshipers in the square spread out to all directions, and there were dozens of figures wearing tiger, leopard and jackal headgear, brandishing weapons and howling wildly.

The drums became more and more enthusiastic, and suddenly a harsh horn sounded.

Jin Jing had already changed his clothes, and with golden wings tied behind his back, he descended from the sky flickeringly, and knocked the person dressed as a monster away with a few palms.

Dozens of ghost figures surrounded Jin Jing tightly in the center. Seeing the critical situation, the scalper, Prime Minister Turtle, Golden Eagle, and Black Tiger flew from all directions, and joined hands with Golden God to defeat the monsters.

The overall plot is very simple. It tells the story of the golden god blessing the human race and constantly defeating demons.

The hearty and delicate fighting, the thrilling sound of gongs and drums, and the lively festive atmosphere, cheered both the people of Moyun City and outsiders.

"I am becoming history, and I am making history!"

Zhou Yi muttered to himself, and suddenly felt a deep loneliness, out of place in the bustling bustle of the sky, independent of the world.

When the world of cultivating immortals was not shattered, loneliness was just loneliness, but now it is the loneliness of walking alone.

"Invincible loneliness is worse than penance! There is no one in this world who can talk to you, like a chicken talking to a duck, like playing the piano to a cow, and gradually you will be silent and don't want to talk."

At this time.

Jin Jing had already finished the dance, changed into a fur robe and came to the banquet, holding a wine glass.

"Zhu Daochang, the old man has to preside over the celebration, so it's too neglectful."

"No problem."

Zhou Yi raised his glass and said, "This wine is at least hundreds of years old and worth thousands of gold, but poor people took advantage of it."

"This wine is not simple. Back then, the Golden God was always present in the mortal world, and every family devoted their minds to brewing wine."

Jin Jing said with a smile: "The city lord's mansion holds a wine comparison meeting every year, picks out a hundred jars of the best wine, and keeps them underground until now. Only a few jars are taken out for the distinguished guests to taste during the celebration."

"No wonder..."

Zhou Yi nodded slightly: "There is a familiar smell."

Jin Jing didn't think too much when he heard the words, thinking that in Zhu Gang's capacity, fine wines that have been hundreds of years old are so rare that they can't be undrinkable.

The two talked again and agreed to go fishing in a few days, and Jin Jing went to entertain other distinguished guests. Among them, the most important one was the envoy of the Qing Kingdom, headed by the Third Prince, who respectfully called Jin Jing the Seventh Uncle.

The elder of the previous generation was Qin Zheng's grandfather and Jin Jing's grandfather. The two families were not related to each other for three generations and had a close relationship.

The sacrifice is over and the banquet begins.

There are not many VIP seats, and Zhou Yi's young Taoist priest is very eye-catching. However, none of the attendees were ordinary people, or resolute warriors, or deep-rooted officials of the city, with doubts in their hearts and smiles on their faces.

On the left and right of Zhouyi are two men with animal skins. According to Jin Jing, they are the two village owners who took shelter in Moyun City.

After the disappearance of the spirit energy exhaustion and the disappearance of the monster race, the human race has the energy and blood to practice martial arts. The wild beasts in the 100,000 mountains are no match, and many villages gradually appear.

I don't know if it was a deliberate arrangement, but the two village masters next to Zhouyi were not pure martial arts savages, they were quite literate and advocating reading, and they were able to chat with Zhouyi for a few words of Taoism.

Three or five jars of wine were poured into the belly, and the atmosphere of the guests and the host was full of joy.

The prince Qin Xiao came over, raised his glass and said: "I have seen Daoist Zhu, junior Qin Xiao, and I heard Uncle Qi talk about your mysterious beast taming, so I came here to ask for advice."

Zhou Yi smiled and said: "There is nothing mysterious about it, it's just an ancient method of taming animals, modified and modified, it can barely be driven by inner energy."

Nowadays, people who practice martial arts usually refer to the techniques of cultivating immortality and refining Qi as ancient methods. Some ancient methods have been eliminated because of the inappropriateness of the times, and some have been evolved and incorporated into martial arts, such as the double cultivation method of the Acacia Sect.

Qin Xiao's eyes brightened slightly. Many people know the mystery of ancient methods, but few can innovate.

"I don't know which Taoist temple I grew up in to practice? The younger generation often listens to the lectures of the real person Xuansu of Baiyun Temple, and has a lot of understanding of Taoist classics."

Zhou Yi said: "Poverty Dao is not from Jiuzhou. The method of the door is passed down from the East China Sea. I have heard the name of Baiyun Temple for a long time. I will come to the door to discuss the Tao in the future."

"East China Sea!"

Qin Xiao was pleasantly surprised, and said: "Father ordered the navy to build a hundred giant ships, led by Xu Zhenren, to search for the fairy islands in the East China Sea. I don't know if there is a chart?"

"Across the Eastern Sea?"

When Zhou Yi first heard the news, he suddenly thought of Qin Zheng, the tyrant who was rumored to have gone mad, and couldn't help sighing in his heart.

"Pindao gently pushes, and it causes huge waves in history! In the future, you must be careful when doing things, and you can't let your temper..."

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It has been a habit for thousands of years, and it will continue to be maintained in the future.

Zhou Yi asked rhetorically: "According to the records of the poor Taoist ancestors, Baiyun Temple originated from the East China Sea. Should there be sea charts in its inheritance classics?"

"The Taoist master actually knew about this, and the inheritance is indeed far-reaching."

Qin Xiao explained: "Baiyun Temple and Buddhism colluded, compiled false scriptures, and denied the identity of Taoist Xuanxiao's patriarch. When the father learned about this, he destroyed all the fake scriptures. During the period, he burned many inherited classics, sea charts And therefore destroyed."

"I see."

Zhou Yi took out a piece of animal skin paper from his cuff, and said, "Patriarch Pindao admires Daoist Xuanxiao very much. Your Majesty, take this chart."

"The younger generation reported to the emperor to ask for credit for the Taoist priest."

Qin Xiao bowed and took the animal skin paper without opening it, but handed it directly to the attendant.

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment, and reminded: "The East China Sea is already barren, so there is no elixir at this time."

Disappointment flashed across Qin Xiao's eyes, he shook his head slightly, and did not comment on the matter. Emperor Taishi conquered most of the territory of the Qing Kingdom, and his personal force and prestige were as deep as mountains. Even if he has been unpopular in recent years, no prince can speak rashly!

After the banquet, it was already evening.

It was almost time for the guests to leave, Zhou Yi got up to leave, and never wanted Jin Jing to ask him to stay.

"The Taoist priest often said that if he likes antiques, it is better to stay overnight. Tomorrow, he will go to the Jin Family Treasure House to take a look. If there is something that catches his eye, he will give it to the Taoist priest."

"Um?"

After thinking about it for a while, Zhou Yi understood the cause and effect, probably because of the scroll of sea charts. Thinking deeper, Qin Xiao will definitely be rewarded for dedicating the sea chart to Emperor Taishi.

"You old man, you talk to the poor every day that you don't bother to care about ordinary things, why do you still get involved in such things?"

"The Taoist priest has a clear mind, and he really can't hide it."

Jin Jing said helplessly: "No matter how annoying the old man is, he can't cut off his blood relationship. Since his surname is Jin, he can't avoid it. The only choice is to get closer to someone."

Zhou Yi has seen this kind of thing a lot, and reminded: "The Jin family is already a king with a different surname, there is no way to enter, and they should be independent from outsiders."

"It's not up to us. My cousin is no longer what he used to be, so he doesn't need to rely on Moyun City anymore."

Jin Jingwu sighed and said, "Even though I have the number one country in Yunzhou, my cousin is not satisfied. I wrote a letter a few days ago, trying to merge Moyun City into Qing Kingdom, so as to rule the Hundred Thousand Mountains."

Zhou Yi didn't continue to ask, why he supported Qin Xiao, he must have made a deal in private, and asked in confusion.

"Pindao heard that Moyun City tried its best to support it, and His Majesty has just ascended to the position of prince. Is there any reason for this?"

"It's not just about trying my best? My grandfather competed with Qingguo's old immortal. They fought for three days and three nights, and both died of exhaustion!"

Jin Jing said: "Brother got the Martial Ancestor's original by accident, it recorded Qi and Blood Martial Arts from scratch, and Jinshen Linfan pointed out Martial Ancestor, it is the supreme treasure of Moyun City!"

Hundreds of years have passed, the Golden God has become the belief and inheritance of Moyun City, and the Martial Ancestor was originally equivalent to the relics left by the gods in the world.

"I see."

Zhou Yi was a little embarrassed. He didn't know the belief in the Golden God back then, and he only wanted to use Qin Zheng's hand to restore the original.

...

the next day.

The treasure house is located in the ancestral home of the Jin family.

The hall made of long strips of bluestone, after hundreds of years of wind and rain, looks a bit vicissitudes.

Jin Jing pushed open the door, and when he entered, he saw a row of storage racks, and piles of iron boxes behind it.

"Ordinary gold and silver priests look down on them, and they can't compare with the inheritance old man. Only these ancient relics can repay."

Jin Jing said: "Moyun City doesn't have much history. These objects were picked up by the people from the 100,000 mountains, or they looked mysterious or old, and they were stored here."

"The poor are welcome."

Zhou Yi inspected the wooden frames one by one, but his spiritual consciousness swept across the hall, and all the ancient objects came into his mind.

Pottery vases with strange patterns, shimmering jade, animal bones of unknown origin, bronzes with simple shapes... are indeed ancient relics, but 90% of them are worthless, and Zhou Yi quickly passed them by.

Until a slap of big ash splashed on the scales, it came into my mind.

There are cloud patterns on the surface of the scales, which are neatly facing each other, as if they were carved by later generations.

"Could it be..."

Zhou Yi walked around seemingly casually, and after a while, he went to the corner to dispose of the racks, picked up the scales and observed them carefully, recalling the comparison of the reverse scales he saw in the Dragon Palace treasure house.

The shape and size are exactly the same, but without Long Wei.

Zhou Yi pinched lightly with his fingers, but the scales did not change at all, and the hardness exceeded gold and iron.

"It should be the Dragon's Reverse Scale, but there is such an unexpected harvest! The hundred thousand mountain dragons all originate from Bibo Lake, even if this piece of Reverse Scale does not belong to the Dragon Emperor, the two are still related by blood."

"There are many bloodline spells in the magic way, and bloodline tracing and fortune-telling in the orthodox way. The bloodline origin is not weaker than the things with breath."

"Pindao has taken a big step towards revenge and revenge!"

Zhou Yi put away the dragon scales, scanned the treasure house with his spiritual sense, and came to the door and said to Jin Jing that there were no other useful items.

"This item has a predestined relationship with Poverty Daoist, and it can't be compared with a mere sea chart."

As he groped around from the cuffs, Zhou Yi had a few more rice grains in his hands, which were as white as jade and half an inch in size at both ends.

"When Pindao was farming on weekdays, he found that a few rice plants had mutated, and the seeds they produced were unusual. Fellow Daoist Jin also likes farming, so this kind of seeds can be counted as thanks, and can be cultivated on the mountain!"

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