Fighter of the Destiny

(Ning Que’s name finally appeared... In fact, during the three months of writing the Book of Destiny, his name had appeared countless times in an attempt to replace Chen Changsheng’s position in my heart, but he was replaced every time. I discovered it with my sharp eyes, and then killed him. I didn't expect that his vitality was so tenacious. In the end, he sneaked out again while I was cold and proud. I'm sorry, you have passed. This is Chen Changsheng's world. Come back with me later. You play, good boy, Chen Changsheng, don’t imitate him in the future, he said while wiping his nose, I will work hard to write another chapter today, I don’t know when it will be updated.)

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Black Dragon glanced at him indifferently, without any emotion, or in other words, his emotion was very monotonous. But just like the dragon language it emits, the simplest form can contain the most complex information. Chen Changsheng only made eye contact with the black dragon for a moment, and he seemed to see countless stars and accepted many of the meanings it wanted to express.

The abandoned well was built under the supervision of Wang Zhice himself. It was the birth gate of the formation that imprisoned the black dragon. Just like the Black Dragon Pond that Chen Changsheng saw in the abandoned garden was the birth gate of Tong Palace. There were originally three paths at the bottom of the well that were created by chaos. The net made of gold and stone can not only ensure the penetration of the formation, but also ensure that no Kyoto people will slip and fall into the well and become food for the black dragon. But not long ago - Chen Changsheng didn't understand what it meant. How recently, whether it was decades ago or a few days ago - someone in the palace took away the three golden nets for some unknown reason.

Heilong just glanced at it, and countless information poured into Chen Changsheng's mind. He understood a lot, but there was still a lot of information that he had no time to organize and process. He didn't understand what it meant, but he clearly understood what Heilong wanted to express in the end. Thoughts - Humans are really boring.

A being who has been imprisoned for hundreds of years, unable to communicate, and living in loneliness and coldness, actually said that human beings are boring. Chen Changsheng did not accept it very well. He thought to himself, if you were not too bored, why would you never let yourself go that night? Do I have to agree to come and chat with you? But why did that person take away the three golden nets? Aren't you worried about someone falling?

He looked at the two iron chains behind the black dragon, and looked far away. His eyes fell on the portraits of the two legendary generals as high as mountains on the stone wall, and he felt a lot of confusion.

He never thought about helping the black dragon escape from trouble. At first he didn't know how true or false the legend was. If the black dragon left the underground space, would it bring devastating disaster to the people of Kyoto? The more important reason was that this prison The black dragon's formation was arranged by those peerless experts during the reign of Wang Zhice and Taizong. With his current ability, could he break the formation? It's ridiculous to think about it.

Suddenly, he thought of something. Since the black dragon can understand human language, and he can get information directly from its eyes, there will be no problem in communication between him and the black dragon - that's right, in the Star Gathering Realm The above-mentioned powerful practitioners can communicate with their spiritual thoughts in a short period of time, let alone a sacred life at the level of the Mysterious Frost Dragon?

Chen Changsheng looked into the eyes of the black dragon and wanted to tell it this matter. Unexpectedly, the black dragon seemed to predict his thoughts in advance and closed his eyes very quickly, causing frost to splash everywhere. Looking at its reaction, Chen Changsheng was startled. He vaguely guessed that this black dragon not only wanted to communicate, but also wanted to hear the language of his own race? What's the reason for this? Because I miss you?

That night I promised to come see you as soon as possible, but...it's very difficult to enter the palace. It's not easy to come here, and you have to take a lot of risks. You know, I'm afraid of death. But now I'm facing a problem that I can't solve. I might be about to die, so I thought I should come see you before that, so here I am.

Chen Changsheng did not tell about the words that the middle-aged woman left on the stone table, nor did he tell how much thought and energy he spent in order to see the black dragon.

That night when I first met you, I said a lot about death, and I'm saying it again today. I hope you won't be upset.

Speaking of this, he suddenly thought that with the Dragon Clan's innate grasp of the origin of the power of the heaven, earth and stars, and their wisdom, they should have some understanding of this aspect. Infinite hope suddenly arose in his heart, and he explained the problems he encountered in practice. Liao said, and then waited carefully for it to open its eyes.

After a long period of silence, the black dragon slowly opened his eyes, and the snowflakes fell.

It looked at Chen Changsheng, its eyes still so indifferent, but Chen Changsheng saw the slightest change, which was confusion and confusion.

Among the three noblest and most powerful branches of the dragon clan, the Xuanshuang Dragon has always been known for its wisdom. Even it could not solve the problems he encountered during his practice, which made Chen Changsheng's mood even lower.

At this moment, the black dragon's beard floated up, came to him, stabbed it out heavily, and touched his eyebrows, causing him to wake up.

This action showed that it was already a little impatient.

What does the cultivation of a human boy have to do with it? It only cares about how to help him master dragon language as quickly as possible and then do something.

Chen Changsheng shook his head helplessly, feeling a little bitter. When he saw Daozang in Xining Town, he was frightened because of the arrogance and cruelty of the dragons in the records. Who would have thought that he would meet a real dragon in this life, and a real dragon at that. A dragon who likes to teach others?

After a while.

Ouch...

Chen Changsheng let out an almost deep roar, more like the sound of wind, and definitely not like normal pronunciation - this sound is very simple, but also very complex. It requires the use of many tiny muscle groups in the throat, and even requires awareness of autonomy. Certain uncontrollable bands need to be fine-tuned to be able to be emitted, but there is no need to use the tongue.

This was the first word Heilong taught him that night. He had learned similar pronunciation since he was a child in the old temple in Xining Town, so he mastered it quickly and never forgot it. The meaning of this word is very complex. If compared in human language, it includes at least dozens of pieces of information. The most complex information may require a whole paragraph to describe, but the simplest information is: me.

The black dragon was very satisfied with Chen Changsheng's performance. His beard was light and he was very proud of his ability to teach and educate people. At some point, two luminous pearls fell from the dome, holding them in his front paws and spinning them. If the night pearl were bigger, or its claws were smaller, or it would be more like the old gentleman in the country school.

It rolled its eyes slightly and looked at the night-light pearl next to Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng remembered clearly that that night the greedy black dragon tried to seize his luminous pearl and refused to return it, so he quickly put the luminous pearl away.

The black dragon's whiskers fell gently, looking helpless, and then it made a sound.

That was the second word it wanted to teach Chen Changsheng.

Night pearls, colored glaze, rainbows, golden scales on the lake, burning evening clouds, or... light.

Chen Changsheng smiled sheepishly, rubbed his brows to make himself more energetic, and then began to try to imitate the pronunciation of Black Dragon. For humans, dragon language is too difficult to master, even if he already has a lot of experience. It is also very taxing on the mind, and his face turns pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The most critical thing is time. The imperial examination is approaching, the problem of marrow washing has not been resolved, and the risk of death is right in front of him. For Chen Changsheng, time is the most precious thing in the world. Logically speaking, he should not waste it on learning dragon language. , you know, this is even more meaningless than learning dragon slaying skills.

But he did not refuse Black Dragon's request, nor did he leave, and continued to study intently. Because he likes to learn, and because he promised the other party to do his own thing, and he must do what he promised until his death. This is a habit he has developed since he was a child. It may not be good, but it is very powerful.

The isolated underground space, although illuminated by countless luminous pearls, is still cold, quiet, and extremely empty.

On the ground, Chen Changsheng looked like an ant in front of the huge black dragon.

He was babbling like a baby.

In the empty underground space, strange sounds sounded from time to time, which were caused by his mispronunciation.

Then, the black dragon's squeaking laughter would echo endlessly.