PDLP Chapter 231 Grandpa! Grandpa!
Chapter 231 Grandpa! Grandpa!
The thunder stopped abruptly.
Like a duck whose neck has been grabbed, it didn't even have time to utter a final cry.
The world fell silent instantly.
It was eerily quiet.
The old Taoist priest stood in the courtyard, head tilted back, mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.
What about lightning... lightning tribulation?
Was...eaten?
He blinked.
She blinked again.
That's right.
Thunderclouds are indeed gone.
The thick, mountain-like thunderclouds that had covered half the sky were indeed gone.
And just like that... it was eaten.
The old Taoist priest stood there, stunned for a long time.
Just then, a streak of multicolored light suddenly fell from the sky.
The stream of light shot out from the vortex of spiritual energy and shone directly on the little dragon.
The light was bright and warm, carrying a reassuring power.
The little dragon was enveloped in the light and let out a cry.
The voice was full of joy.
The old Taoist priest then came to his senses.
As he gazed at the multicolored light and the little dragon chirping merrily within it, the weight that had been hanging over his heart finally lifted.
He glanced in the direction of Li Jun's room and couldn't help but mutter something to himself.
"You brat, you should have told me you would help. You made this old Taoist worry for nothing."
After saying that, he looked up at the little dragon in mid-air.
The little dragon was enveloped in colorful light, and its entire body was glowing.
The golden scales shone even brighter in the light.
The two small horns on its head are also slowly growing.
The old Taoist priest stared at it, his eyes unblinking.
He could tell that Xiaolong was undergoing some kind of change.
This little guy...
What will it become?
……
at the same time.
Night Watch headquarters.
President Qin stood by the window, looking in the direction of Lu County.
His brows were slightly furrowed, and he was still holding the phone he had just hung up.
"President Qin," came a subordinate's voice from behind, "the energy fluctuation data for Lei Yun is out."
"explain."
The subordinate took a deep breath.
"The energy level of those thunderclouds... reached sixty times the standard value of the Dao Integration Realm."
"Moreover, those thunderclouds were not formed naturally; they were more like... summoned by some kind of rule."
President Qin turned around and looked at him.
"rule?"
The subordinate nodded.
"Similar to...a heavenly tribulation."
"Although we currently know very little about this, the characteristics of the energy fluctuations are extremely similar to the 'heavenly tribulation' recorded in ancient books."
President Qin remained silent for a few seconds.
"Heavenly Tribulation..."
He thought for a moment, then asked, "When the thunderclouds appeared, was anything unusual happening at Qingfeng Mountain?"
The subordinate flipped through the report in his hand.
"some."
"The report from the south city says that there seemed to be animal calls on the mountain before the thunderclouds appeared."
Upon hearing this, President Qin pondered for a moment.
Animal calls...
Then thunderclouds appeared...
Thunderclouds were swallowed up by the vortex of spiritual energy again...
A thought suddenly popped into his mind.
Could it be some animal from Qingfeng Temple... that has become a spirit?
When the idea first came to mind, even President Qin himself felt it was somewhat outrageous.
But then I thought, being around someone like Master Li, it doesn't seem impossible.
"President Qin?"
Seeing that President Qin was silent, the subordinate asked in a low voice.
President Qin came to his senses.
"Continue monitoring; we can't speculate about what's going on with Master Li."
He paused.
"In addition, notify all departments to prepare for the third wave of spiritual tides."
"I have a feeling..."
He looked out the window.
"The spiritual tide is coming soon."
"Yes."
The subordinate responded and turned to leave.
……
Qingfeng Temple.
In the courtyard, Xiaolong's entire body was enveloped in colorful light, making his figure hazy and indistinct.
The old Taoist priest tilted his head back and stared at the screen for more than half an hour until his neck ached.
He rubbed his neck and couldn't help but mutter:
"Alright, alright, another one going into seclusion."
"This old man can't afford to stay up with you all."
After saying that, he turned and walked into the house.
He hasn't slept well these past few days, and tonight he tossed and turned for most of the night. His old bones really can't take it anymore.
But he had just stepped over the threshold, one foot already inside the house...
Suddenly, a heavy thud was heard behind me.
"Thump!"
The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.
Immediately afterwards, a clear shout rang out:
"Grandpa! Grandpa!"
The voice was tender and crisp, like a baby who had just learned to speak, with a childlike tone.
The old Taoist priest froze completely.
He had one foot inside the door and one foot outside, remaining in that position for quite some time without moving.
grandfather?
Who's calling for Grandpa?
He's the only old man in this courtyard!
Suddenly, an outrageous idea popped into the old Taoist priest's mind...
Tonight, the arowana turned into a dragon. Will the gourd vine also sprout gourd babies?
He turned around abruptly and looked into the courtyard.
Then, he froze.
In the courtyard stood a... little girl.
It's really small.
He looked about three or four years old, and was quite short, not even as tall as the stone table.
She was dressed in a golden dress, which shimmered as if woven with gold thread and gleamed softly in the moonlight.
Her hair was black, soft and flowing, draped over her shoulders, and swayed gently in the night breeze.
Her face was round, fair with a rosy glow, delicate and beautiful, like a doll in a New Year's painting.
But what's most eye-catching are the two tiny horns on her head.
Golden horns.
It was only an inch long, peeking out from the hair, gleaming faintly in the moonlight.
Golden horns.
It was only an inch long, peeking out from the hair, gleaming faintly in the moonlight.
The little girl stood in the courtyard, looking up at the old Taoist priest.
Her big, round eyes had golden pupils that sparkled in the moonlight, like two little stars.
A timid expression crossed her small face.
It seemed like she was a little scared.
It also seemed like there was some anticipation.
The old Taoist priest stared at her for a long time.
Then he spoke.
His voice was trembling slightly.
"You...you're a dragonfish?"
He paused, realizing something was amiss.
"No...you're that dragon from earlier?"
The little girl was startled by his reaction.
She took a small step back, clutching the hem of her clothes with her small hands, and looked nervously at the old Taoist priest.
Then, she nodded timidly.
"Um……"
She called out softly again.
"grandfather."
The voice was soft and sweet, with a milky quality.
The old Taoist priest stood there, stunned, for a long time before he came to his senses.
He stood there on the threshold, one foot inside and one foot outside, mouth agape, eyes wide, staring at the little one in the yard.
After a long while...
He suddenly came to his senses.
"Hey! Hey!"
The old Taoist priest nodded repeatedly, then pulled his foot out of the door and walked quickly to the little girl.
He crouched down and looked at her carefully.
The more I look, the more I like it.
He's really handsome.
Those golden eyes, that black hair, those two little horns...
"What do you call me?" the old Taoist priest asked, his voice trembling.
The little girl looked at him and called out timidly again.
"grandfather."
"Hey hey hey!"
The old Taoist priest's reply was so loud that his voice echoed throughout the courtyard.
He reached out, wanting to pat the little girl's head.
He stretched his hand out halfway, then pulled it back.
I was afraid that my hands were too rough and I would hurt her.
Seeing his cautious demeanor, the little girl suddenly lost her fear.
She took two steps forward, nuzzled her little head against the old Taoist's palm.
Those two little corners were cool and smooth, like jade.
The old Taoist priest paused for a moment, then smiled.
He was laughing very happily.
He gently patted the little girl's head, and then touched her two little horns.
"Good boy, really good boy."
At that moment, he felt an indescribable mix of emotions.
Jun'er, that child, has finally done something serious.