Who will awaken in a big dream first? I will never know it in my life!

Dreams are a mysterious state, some are wonderful, some are broken, and some are terrifying...

Chen Sanlang felt that he seemed to be dreaming again.

In a trance, there was mist in front of me, and a majestic city was floating in it, looming, as if floating in the air.

The turtle prime minister beside him stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Young Master, you are traveling again in the old place."

That's Dragon City.

I remember the last time Dragon Lord invited Chen Sanlang, he was guided and came on a boat, with a stormy waves all the way, and it was bizarre. He still remembered that the boater was named "Jiao Kuai", a powerful monster. This time, with the turtle Prime Minister, he no longer had to ride a Jiao Kuai Kuai Shi.

Prime Minister Turtle pulled Chen Sanlang, but saw no action, and went directly into the city. The next moment, he had already appeared in front of the Dragon Palace Gate.

I saw this luxurious and luxurious palace again, paving the roads of gold bricks, building the walls of precious jade, and night pearls like stars... As long as you take it out, you can become a rare thing that ordinary people always dream of.

Looking at this magnificent magnificence, Chen Sanlang felt an extremely unreal feeling in his heart. He had speculated with Xu Nianniang that the Dragon Palace had long been declining, and it might even be a pile of stone buildings. The first time I saw it was just a false appearance presented by the illusion under the blessing of the formation.

But, what about this time?

Chen Sanlang opened his eyes wide and tried hard to distinguish, but no matter how he looked, he could never see any flaws.

Truth and falsehood, dreams or reality seem to be completely blurred here. When you are here, even the ancient books and the evil-killing sword are silent and there is no movement.

He couldn't help but ask, "Prime Minister, do you want to take me to see Longjun?"

Prime Minister Turtle nodded and smiled, "But today, there is probably no banquet to entertain the young master."

Chen Sanlang knew what he meant. The last time he attended a banquet, he had a cup of tea and delicious food was a grand event. Now that he saw the Dragon Palace was deserted, he could not see a few demons coming and going, and it seemed like it was an empty hall.

Prime Minister Turtle carried his hands on his back and sighed: "It's about to go out to sea, full of sorrow. How can you have the interest to drink and have fun?"

Chen Sanlang was silent for a while and asked, "Will the Prime Minister leave too?"

Prime Minister Turtle's eyelids were lowered: "The Dragon Lord has a summoned, and as a subordinate, he should follow him. Besides, this world is no longer the world we wait for."

There is a saying that he did not say directly: Humanity should be prosperous, and everything else will be blown away by wind and rain.

Chen Sanlang was clear in his heart that he didn't want to say much.

"Let's go, don't let Longjun wait for a long time."

Prime Minister Turtle said, strolling in the garden, Chen Sanlang just needed to follow him, crossing the corridor and entering a hall soon.

This is a place similar to the Golden Palace, grand and solemn. When there is no place for the full dynasty, the empty silence will be highlighted.

At the head of the hall, there is a throne in the middle, square and grand, and you will be in a high position. When you walk up, you have to pass a step.

There is a statue on each side of the steps, and the one on the left is a huge turtle-shaped creeping there, looking very steady.

"Hundreds of years have passed in a flash, and time is wasted. I am really ashamed to return to this position today!"

As he said that, Prime Minister Turtle stepped over and stood in front of the turtle, standing still, and instantly disappeared, and stood there, as if he had become a statue.

Chen Sanlang noticed that when he stood over, he changed into a dress, put on a vermilion official outfit, a circle of jade belts hanging around his waist, a black gauze hat on his head, and his wings stretched, and his hands even held a long jade tablet.

He looks like a minister.

Chen Sanlang felt awe-inspiring in his heart. He looked up and saw a figure appearing on the throne, wearing an apricot yellow robe and a beaded crown. He saw nothing except these clothes.

This is a rather ridiculous visual situation, but it is not unfamiliar with it, because it is the same for the first time meeting with Dragon Lord.

At that time, Chen Sanlang didn't think too much, but felt that Long Jun had revealed his magical powers, deliberately concealed his face and did not show up in front of others. Times have changed, and seeing each other again now, I feel that the person sitting on the throne is just a dress without a real body.

Absurd thought flashed by, Chen Sanlang did not dare to neglect and bowed: "See Lord Long!"

"Chunyuan Chen, there is no need to be too polite!"

The vicissitudes of life sounded and echoed in the hall.

This sound has changed. It has become real last time, and it is the voice I heard on the lake before:

"Chen Zhuangyuan, why did you come to my Dongting to murder the monster this time?"

The tone of voice sinks, and it means accountability.

Chen Sanlang was calm and calm: "You have to ask Lord Longjun this."

"Haha, what do you mean?"

Chen Sanlang said: "Do you still remember the promise you made back then?"

After a moment of silence, Long Jun asked, "The promise of that year?"

Chen Sanlang straightened his body and said slowly: "I was invited to the Dragon Palace to drink. I drank a few more cups during the meal. Dragon Lord came and asked me to write an impromptu essay."

The Dragon Lord on the throne seemed to nodded: "Yes, Chen Zhuangyuan wrote an impromptu writing and wrote an article "Yueyang Tower Notes". I have read a lot of articles, but I rarely have such articles. I think this article should be the words of benevolent people, and I can write a piece of article to build a building."

The theory of building a building is not a false statement. This article was originally published on the walls of Yueyang Tower on the shore of Dongting Lake. Word by word, stroke and stroke, restored Chen Sanlang's writing at the Dragon Palace banquet in a niche. Although it is not the original, it is no different from the original. It is presented on the wall like a branded mark.

This kind of rubbing is not like a man, but it adds countless mysterious colors and topics to the article. Many literati and poets come to Dongting to visit and look into the distance. They are bound to be excited about poetry and unrestrained, so they want to do things - but when they see this "Yueyang Tower Inscription", they are immediately so excited that they are soaked in ice water, and they are completely lost. They are not able to do anything, either poetry or article.

Isn’t it ridiculous to show off your skills?

Chen Sanlang waited for Long Jun to finish his speech, and then said, "I remember that after Wencheng, Long Jun greatly appreciated me, so he asked me to make a request, Long Jun agreed."

"Yes, I said that, you also made a request that day."

Chen Sanlang breathed a sigh of relief: "My request is to marry Yilong's daughter."

"But I have reminded you that ordinary etiquette is not suitable for you in the Dragon Palace, and there is no such thing as parents' orders. You can marry a dragon girl, but you can get the dragon girl liked first... What does it have to do with today's affairs again?"

Chen Sanlang smiled and said, "Of course it's related, because the dragon girl I want to marry is Ao Qingmei. Since Lord Longjun has made a promise, he has now married her to someone else. Isn't this going to go back on his word? Isn't it because I'm not robbing the bride, but rather too much to rob my wife. Is it tolerant? Who is intolerable?"
Chapter completed!