Long Junchen put his hands on his stomach, and the lazy chair swayed creakingly. The breeze blew across his clothes, bringing a gentleness, which was very comfortable. Long Junchen turned his head to look at everything on the ridges: the gentle breeze, the straight seedlings, the playful children, through the sunshine of the trees, he nodded slightly, feeling a little satisfied with his methods, he burped and closed his eyes gently.

There was a wind blowing, not big, and a leaf floated down, but a very small leaf, falling into the fire, a little lonely, ignited by the fire that soared into the sky.

Long Junchen stood on the top of all spirits, the blazing light shone on his white clothes, rippling layers of ripples, and the magnificent shadows embellished on his clothes, not sunlight, but fire. In the flames of the sky, the city was crying, the charred human figures were running in the fire, and thousands of arrows fell from the sky. It was not like a strange phenomenon in the sky, but rather a suffering world. The huge city buildings were burning and falling. He looked at everything in front of him, and the flames of the whole city seemed to burn him, and he felt moaning. The world was originally hell, and he needed to turn the world into the world that could make people survive.

The rustling frog croaked a little late. Long Junchen's eyebrows raised high and he opened his eyes in pain. After washing it in the dragon blood magma, this was his third time dreaming like this. His heart was a little painful, as if there was a needle piercing it. Long Junchen frowned and looked at the peaks hidden in the clouds in the distance.

———Yu Tongtong, who was following Long Junchen, obediently picked up a red leaf on the ground, gently wiped the wet mud on the red leaf with her tender little hands, and carefully packed the red leaf with a plastic bag. The classmates from the fellow villagers all had very beautiful red leaf bookmarks, so he couldn't lose. Although there was a small hole on the red leaf, he liked this color very much, and the red that was about to emerge seemed like blood about to flow out.

Long Junchen buried his head, walked forward slowly, lowered his head, and walked forward in a depressed manner, constantly thinking about the dream he had last night. Suddenly, Yu Tongtong took a few steps, walked around Long Junchen, blocked him, and looked at his face. A hint of crampness surged on his tender little face. He took a deep breath and plucked up the courage to ask seriously: "That, on the first day, you asked my name, and I told you, according to etiquette, you should take the initiative to tell me your name, but you..."

Halfway through the words of Yu Tongtong, Long Junchen burst out laughing, and then there was another burst of laughter. The hearty laughter echoed in the chaotic world. Long Junchen suddenly felt extremely comfortable. Yu Tongtong's childishness allowed Long Junchen to find his former self and let him understand something he had forgotten.

Yu Tongtong touched the tip of his nose a little dullly, not knowing what was funny about this matter, but stared at Long Junchen's eyes a little stubbornly and pouted, showing some unconvincing stubbornness.

Long Junchen touched Yu Tongtong's head carelessly, and his eyes softly said: "According to etiquette, you shouldn't talk to someone older than you in this tone."

Yu Tongtong stared at Long Junchen uneasy for a while, her lips squirmed. Just as she was about to speak, Long Junchen waved her hand and broke the silence first, "My name is Long Junchen, just call him Brother Junchen."

Others generally don’t call Long Junchen’s real name. If they really want to call it, they will probably be called Long Brother. However, Long Junchen’s attitude towards the child in front of him was different. He felt that Yu Tongtong was very friendly, so he hoped that this child could call himself with different titles.

"Long, Long Junchen? Brother Junchen?" Yu Tongtong's eyes flashed with confusion, as if he was not very familiar with the way these words were written.

"The dragon is a dragon flying in the sky, the monarch's monarch, and the dust on the ground, the dragon." Long Junchen explained his name with a smile. Yu Tongtong nodded in a vague way. He was still young, and probably the teacher in the private school had not yet taught him some words. Long Junchen narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "It's okay, if you have anything you don't understand, come and ask me. I'm very happy to explain it to you."

"Thank you, thank you, Long, no, Brother Junchen." Yu Tongtong called Long Junchen crisply.

"Well." A slightly shy smile appeared on the corner of Long Junchen's lips. Yu Tongtong looked at Long Junchen and looked at his side face. He had been paying attention to this face for a few days and gradually became resistant, but he still felt that the heroic spirit was a little dazzling and dazzling, making people dare not look directly at it. He subconsciously rubbed his eyes and said naively: "Brother Junchen, how long will you stay?"

"When I feel relieved that you will embark on the path of becoming a god." Long Junchen slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his silent eyes passed through the fog, deep and distant.

?——Long Junchen actually has a strong sense of existence in this village, but he himself deliberately downplayed this sense of existence. The villagers like to surround Long Junchen, as if the air around him was carrying some kind of oracle. If you breathe too much, you can prolong your life. Long Junchen doesn't care about this. He just wants to nourish his body and does not need to practice. He just waits for the damaged meridians on his body to heal through the self-regulation of the dragon-patterned bloodline. Once he is cured, his realm will be higher. This is the reason why he stands behind the break.

In October when I took a break from my busy schedule, if the weather is good and there is sun, Long Junchen would put the lazy chair in the house in the yard and lie in the yard while basking in the sun while sleeping. If the weather is gloomy, he would lie on the bed in the house to sleep. If the weather is too hot, he would move the lazy chair to the willows by the river to sleep.

When he is free, Long Junchen will teach Yu Tongtong some basic martial arts, or some wonderful mantras, including his own Taoist and Buddhist knowledge. Long Junchen will teach him everything without any hiding.

After being with Yu Tongtong for a while, Long Junchen and Yu Tongtong found that this child was really not simple. It was not surprising that he could see himself being burned by fire, because the child did have the same dragon pattern bloodline as himself in his body. However, his dragon pattern was not in the palm of his palm, but in his ankle, a very small dragon. If he didn't observe carefully, or if Long Junchen was not the owner of the bloodline, he would probably not be able to see it at all.

Yu Tongtong's bloodline power is still relatively weak. On the one hand, it is because he is still young and his meridians have not yet developed completely. At the same time, he has not systematically practiced the martial arts based on the power of the dragon pattern. Long Junchen believes that in time, this child will definitely become the same terrifying existence as him.

"Brother Jun Chen, it will rain tonight, why don't you go back early." Yu Tongtong carried the branches picked up from the mountain, looked at the extremely gloomy sky, and turned his head to look at Long Junchen lying on the lazy chair by the stream and humming a little song, a little worried. The latter looked indifferent, but Yu Tongtong's little face and eyebrows were tightly bulging.
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