[Dongtian: Falling Dragon Cave]

[Location: Jiushiyingguan]

[Origin: Seven hundred years ago in the Daye Dynasty, a dragon fell from the sky and fell into the camp. It was auspicious or a natural disaster? No one knew. Later, a scholar came with an edict and offered strategies. The people in the city shared the dragon food.

Meat……】

[Output: Dragon Blood Gold, Disaster Dragon Essence, Dragon Meat Soup, Nine Transformations of Life and Death elixir]

[Status: Incomplete reflection, incomplete]

Ji Yuan was slightly startled and looked down at the dark dragon shadow passing by on the river.

It's like a meteorite rubbing against the atmosphere and falling violently!

hold head high!

The shocking dragon roar contains the ultimate fury and unwillingness!

A hideous crack gradually spread, opening into a horrific injury.

Blood spilled across the sky like heavy rain!

The illusion presented before your eyes is as vivid as life.

It's as if you're actually there, it's terrifying.

If Huangtian Daotu hadn't suppressed his mind, Ji Yuan would have almost thought that he had arrived at Yingguan 700 years ago and witnessed the "disaster of the falling dragon" with his own eyes!

Wow!

Thousands of radiant lights shook violently, like the waves rising and falling, making a loud roar!

boom!

A piercing thunder!

The scene reflected in Ji Yuan's eyes was like a broken mirror.

With a "bang" sound, it collapsed and disintegrated into nothing.

"this……"

Ji Yuan pressed his hands on the wooden railing and lost control for a moment, causing obvious cracks.

He took a deep breath, feeling a rare sense of fatigue.

Thanks to his strong physique with ribs and ribs, he was able to hold on.

"Alchemist, share the dragon meat...these are clues that are not recorded in the files."

Just now, with the help of the Emperor's Dao Map, Ji Yuan could vaguely glimpse the true nature of the Falling Dragon Cave from the entrance to the cave called Hanging Cambridge.

That kind of strong impact was even more severe than when Yingying Luo Yuzhen was suppressed by fate before.

It was like a heavy hammer hit my head, knocking me to the point of death.

"This cave is really weird. The black dragon's essence is not destroyed? Is it not completely dead? It turned into a ghost and survived?"

Ji Yuan pressed the swollen and painful eyebrows, cleared his thoughts and said:

"And that nine-turn elixir of life and death? How dare you call it 'immortal'? What a big statement!

Fine gold, essence, dragon meat, and an elixir, these four should be the most valuable things in the Fallen Dragon Cave."

As the spirit of this deity returns to the present world, the river under the bridge remains calm.

The water was gurgling, with only slight ripples caused by the night wind.

It was as if nothing had happened, it was like a dream, making it difficult to tell the truth from the false.

"Fortunately, I got the Emperor's Dao Map. If I can completely map the Falling Dragon Cave, I might be able to solve the mystery and know the truth about seven hundred years ago."

Ji Yuan was thinking deeply and stared at the bridge, but there was no movement.

He turned around and returned to the county government office, opened the wooden door of the wing, and slept with his clothes on.

After a while, his mind sank into the Emperor Tian Dao Diagram.

Like an invisible big hand, it gently touches the miniature of the Falling Dragon Cave that is branded by the reflection.

Snap!

It's like popping a bubble.

The gray mist is silent and surging like a tide.

It was as if an invisible door opened, dragging a wisp of Ji Yuan's thoughts inside.

Thousands of rays of light emitted, flashing continuously.

Like water ripples, various scenes evolve.

"Tanghulu..."

"Selling cooking cakes, selling crisp pears..."

"Please come in, guest officer..."

When Ji Yuan opened his eyes, he was already in a market.

It was bustling with people, and it was so lively.

Horse traders, passers-by, shouting hawkers,

The charming soft words of the brothel and the warm solicitation of the teahouse and inn...

Countless noises poured into his ears, making Ji Yuan slightly stunned.

Immediately, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

This was the Daye Dynasty seven hundred years ago!

No wonder the clothes, dialects and accents of the common people and dignitaries are slightly different from those of the Jing Dynasty.

"Master Guards posted a notice saying that the falling dragon is an auspicious sign from heaven, which will extend our great cause and prosperity to the country!

Three days later, offer the dragon bones to the Holy One!"

Ji Yuan was sitting in the elegant room on the second floor of the teahouse, with the windows wide open.

Diagonally across the corner is the Yingguan Yamen, where you can see a few officials holding iron rulers busy at work.

They have a clear division of labor. One person is carrying the slurry bucket, another is painting the notice board, and the other is reading aloud.

Not long after, the open space in front of the Yamen was crowded with people, surrounding the three floors inside and three floors outside.

"Auspiciousness? There is auspiciousness every day, but the green forest bandits outside the camp have not been wiped out? The emperor is surrounded by a group of strong men in Jiangdu!"

"Brother Xu, be careful what you say! Don't talk nonsense. If you make any unreasonable remarks about the court, you will be beheaded!"

"That's right! There were great expeditions every year. Millions of people died in Liaodong. Their corpses were piled up in countless places. Li Ding, who supervised the transportation of military supplies, rebelled and was defeated. He was implicated and killed another 30,000 people. You

Speaking of the auspiciousness that appears every few months, where is the auspiciousness? Where is the auspiciousness?"

"Alas, before the emperor ascended the throne, he was also a first-class warrior, virtuous and tolerant. For some reason, he took the position of ninety-five, but then he started to brutally kill. What a great achievement."

"But I heard that this holy sage is obsessed with alchemy, worshiping gods, doting on alchemists, and the national master who can call for wind and rain, is... a monster! Most of his followers of the Double Immortal Sect are powerful people, and they are all indulgent people who build wine ponds and meat forests.

Hold an unobstructed conference..."

"Hey, Brother Xu, how do you know this kind of secret information?"

"My uncle is in the medicine shop business. The disciples of the Shuangxian Sect often purchase medicinal herbs for making elixirs. Occasionally, I heard about some."

"Harm, drink, drink! We can't control so much! The auspiciousness in other places may be fake, but that black dragon is real and can crush many people to death!"

"That's right. I'm right over at Dongzhuang. I can see clearly that the thousand-foot-long black dragon is bleeding all over the ground, like a big lake, drowning many crops and idlers."

Perhaps because of his keen senses, Ji Yuan leaned against the window and listened to the chatter coming from next door without missing a word.

"It turns out that seven days have passed since the dragon fell at Yingguan."

He lowered his head and thought, the Emperor's Dao Picture reflected in the Falling Dragon Cave, making him span seven hundred years.

It's like having a great opportunity to search for clues and learn about the past.

Where to start?

According to popular gossip.

Within the camp.

It is mainly divided into three forces.

One is to guard Zhao Rusong, take charge of military power, and have great prestige.

The second is the Shuangxian Sect. There is a Taoist named Ling Suzi who is a disciple of the Imperial Master.

The third is the local wealthy family, which has accumulated wealth and has a deep foundation.

"Brother Zhao! Why are you still here drinking tea! The gang leader is looking for you!"

Suddenly, the door to the elegant room was knocked open, and a big man with a yellow face said urgently.
To be continued...