"Father, when it comes to marriage, it's all up to me to decide. You don't have to worry about it. We live for a lifetime. If we can't have our own freedom in this aspect, then what's the difference between us and a sparrow?"
"Well said. As expected of my son, Zhu Tianguan. You are exactly the same as me when I was young. You are just as stubborn. Back then, your grandfather and great-grandfather also arranged a marriage. In the beginning, I would rather die than give in. I insisted on looking for her myself. Later, I realized that your mother was a fairy who had accidentally fallen into the mortal world. For a vulgar person like me, it is a blessing that I have accumulated over several lifetimes to be able to meet her in this life and marry her, "Zhu Tianguan lamented as he said this.
Zhu Minglang felt that he couldn't communicate properly with his father.
With a dark expression, Zhu Minglang deliberately yawned and said, "The two ladies must be tired. I will take them to rest first. Father can slowly fish here."
"Qin Yang, lead the way for them." Zhu Tianguan said to the black-robed lady. Then, he said to Zhu Minglang, "Zhu Minglang, come sit here. I will get someone to prepare a set of fishing gear for you. It has been a long time since us father and son fished and chatted all night."
Zhu Minglang couldn't be bothered with him. He quickly caught up with Qin Yang, Nan Lingsha, and Fang Niannian.
Zhu Minglang hadn't had a good night's sleep during the long journey because he was in a hurry.
Moreover, he knew Zhu Tianguan's character too well. If they sat by the lake for a night, it would be nothing more than listening to him boast about how cool and wonderful he was when he was young. Then, they would talk about how romantic they used to be as husband and wife.
Zhu Minglang was already able to recite his speech in its entirety.
…
They arrived at a small mountain with a panoramic view of the Dripping Lake. There was an extremely simple small courtyard. This was Zhu Minglang's residence.
The small courtyard was very close to other places, and it was also close to a few relatively large buildings, so it wasn't particularly quiet.
Zhu Minglang wasn't the kind of person who liked to be too quiet. It couldn't be better if he had his own small space and was surrounded by people he was familiar with.
The courtyard wasn't big, but there were a few nice rooms. Nan Lingsha and Fang Niannian were in the room beside Zhu Minglang's. Just like him, they were very tired. After washing up, they turned off the lights and went to sleep.
Zhu Minglang originally wanted to see Mr. Dementia, but he fell asleep while soaking in the bathtub. If he didn't drink a mouthful of bathwater, he would have thought that he was on a cool bed …
The journey was indeed too long.
But no matter what, he could finally feel a little more at ease.
…
The fragrance of the flowers entered his nostrils. Zhu Minglang, who had been sleeping with the wooden window open, was awakened by this familiar fragrance. He opened his eyes and looked down from the building. He happened to see a beautiful figure that he had seen in his dreams in the small building next door. She straightened her back and was practicing stroke by stroke.
Zhu Minglang was half awake and was a little fascinated by her.
But soon, he realized something. He hurriedly shook his head and rubbed his eyes.
Nan Lingsha was painting. She was painting the scenery of the Dripping Lake.
From his side of the window, he could see her in front of the desk, but it was very difficult for her to see him …
In the past, the room next door was empty, and Zhu Minglang never paid attention to it. Who would have thought that after a woman moved in, the entire room seemed to become colorful, and he couldn't help but be attracted to her.
He was still a little sleepy.
Zhu Minglang turned over and closed his eyes again.
He didn't know if it was just a moment, or if he slept for a long time, but when Zhu Minglang opened his eyes again, he realized that he was facing the window again.
Moreover, he could see the other room with a glance. The window was bright, and the gauze was gently rolled up. Nan Lingsha was still sitting there. Her figure was gentle and beautiful, and her curves were stunning. However, she wasn't painting anymore. Instead, she was playing with a very strange little creature …
That little creature's figure was extremely strange. It was like clear lake water, dark green in color, but it also carried a bit of dark light. It was to the extent where one's gaze could pass through its sparkling and translucent body and see the ink painting it covered.
Rather than calling it a little creature, it was more like a little spirit dragon that was full of spirituality.
Zhu Minglang instantly woke up. He leaned his upper body toward the window, wanting to see if she was playing with a dragon. However, he realized that Nan Lingsha had already gotten up and was walking into the room. Fang Niannian seemed to be calling her.
Zhu Minglang also hurriedly got up and hurriedly washed up.
Nan Lingsha happened to be walking out of the courtyard when they arrived. She looked at Zhu Minglang, whose clothes were still full of wrinkles.
"I'm going to walk around with Niannian," said Nan Lingsha.
"Oh, alright. Qin Yang will follow you. We don't have much dragon food left anyway … By the way, I asked you about the Ancient Dragon Gate last night. You said you would tell me the details today. I'll bring you to the best restaurant here tonight. We'll try the steamed fish and willow wine from the Dripping Lake. You can tell me everything then," said Zhu Minglang.
"Sure." Nan Lingsha seemed to be quite interested in the fish and wine. A faint smile appeared on her face.
Zhu Minglang maintained a humble and courteous smile as he watched Nan Lingsha and Fang Niannian walk out. At this time, Qin Yang, dressed in kumquat brocade, was already waiting at the door.
Zhu Minglang's smile gradually disappeared after they left the courtyard.
He stared in the direction Nan Lingsha left and fell into deep thought.
He didn't ask Nan Lingsha about the Ancient Dragon Gate last night, and Nan Lingsha didn't question him at all.
…
After breakfast, Zhu Minglang walked to the other side of the lake island. He met some people along the way, but most of them couldn't recognize him.
Of course, Zhu Minglang couldn't recognize some of them at all. Even the inner court of the Zhu Clan seemed to have changed a lot in the past few years.
After passing through the magnificent Sword Forging Hall, Zhu Minglang arrived at the Blue Pond Stream. He saw a group of children around seven or eight years old. They were sitting in rows on stone benches as if they were listening to the most exciting play.
However, there was no stage in front of them, only a blue pond stream. Above the pond stream, Mr. Zhi Hua was talking non-stop. He talked eloquently about some ancient and incredible dragon legends.
"It's said that this dragon has an ancestral bloodline. When it's angry, it can soak the world in the Otherworldly Void Sea that it calls. The waves of the sea can destroy mountains hundreds of kilometers away. The ancient beasts in the sea can easily flatten a country …"
"Then do you know who this Otherworldly Void Divine Dragon worships? That's right, it's me that you see now!"
"I'm the ancestor of the Nine Heavens. I've returned to my natural state and become the smallest fish."
After saying that, the children were laughing so hard that they couldn't even stand straight. It was as if the happiest thing in their lives was sitting there in rows and listening to Mr. Zhi Hua talk about things that didn't make sense.
If an outsider were to come here and see a group of children surrounding a Koi that could swim freely in the air and hear the Koi speak human language, they would definitely think that it was an extremely strange scene.
However, in the Zhu Clan, even three or four years old children knew about this talking fish.
Everyone called it Mr. Zhi Hua.
No one in the Zhu Clan knew of the Koi's origins. However, Koi had always brought good luck to people. During the festive season, every house would hang lifelike carp paintings in hopes of good luck.
It was the same for the Zhu Clan. However, the Zhu Clan never hung a Koi, nor did they give out Koi paintings. They just let their children come to the Blue Water Stream to pay their respects to Mr. Zhi Hua.
"That's why the waves of the sea can destroy a mountain range of several hundred kilometers. The ancient beasts in the sea …" The little koi fish continued to open its fish mouth. It had the air of an old man, but its voice was not that old. It often sounded a little comical.
"Sir, you just said that," said a chubby child.
"Ah? I was afraid that you wouldn't remember it. I'll repeat it for you. " The little Koi swung its tail and swam in the air. It looked like a teacher walking slowly in a private school with his hands behind his back.
"But you've already said it seven times today," said the little girl with the pigtails.
"Then today's class will end here. Go and play," said the little Koi that floated in the air.
The children dispersed and chased after the butterflies near the stream. Soon, they disappeared.
The little Koi swam above the stream a few times.
Zhu Minglang also walked over. After taking about seven steps, he heard the little Koi shout.
"This bunch of brats. Not a single one of them came to class today. When I return, I'll definitely go from house to house and criticize their parents. This is infuriating! This is infuriating!" The little Koi swam faster and faster. Its whiskers rose and its eyes widened.
Zhu Minglang almost laughed out loud.
Mr. Zhi Hua was indeed Mr. Zhi Hua.
It was unknown how the Seven Steps Memory was able to store so many strange things in the fish's stomach.
"Mr. Koi, Zhu Minglang is here to see you," Zhu Minglang went to the stream and yelled.
"Zhu Minglang?" Mr. Koi suddenly leaped up and arrived in front of Zhu Minglang in the blink of an eye. It stared at Zhu Minglang with its big eyes.
"It's me …"
"Kid, did you eat the fish feed in the lake? How did you grow so big all of a sudden?" Mr. Koi's fish face was very strange. It could make a surprised expression like a human.
"Mr. Koi, I'm now Master Dragon Shepard. I have a lot of questions for you," Zhu Minglang was already used to Mr. Koi's nonsense.
"Master Dragon Shepard? You're now Master Dragon Shepard, HAHAHAHA! " Mr. Koi suddenly stood up with his tail and put his hands on his waist with his short fins. He raised his head and laughed out loud, "What a lousy Sword Master! You've never achieved anything great in your life. In the end, you're just working for Master Dragon Husbandry. It's not too late to raise a dragon now. With your Master Fish of the Nine Heavens, I guarantee you can dominate the world with ease! "
Zhu Minglang was speechless. Master Fish was indeed Master Fish.
"Now I have four dragons …"
"What about the White Dragon? Is the White Dragon you grew up with dead?" Mr. Koi asked in astonishment as a thought crossed his mind.
"Bai Qi is hibernating. It's now Bingchen Bailong," Zhu Minglang said.
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