Tianwei Chapter 239: Dragon (4)
Thunderclouds were densely covered, lightning and thunder roared. That figure, like a beacon in the darkness, opened a path to the limit among the layers of dark clouds.
The road was white and a little blurry, but amazing.
Thunder roared in the sky, as if the gods were about to punish the world. My heart immediately tightened as I watched the golden electric snakes bite the figure wrapped in water mist.
Maybe it was because of the noise just now that even the little beauty couldn't help but stick her head out to look. When she saw the white color, she exclaimed in amazement.
The little boy took the opportunity to break free from her grasp and ran over happily.
Uncle, can I eat that? he asked.
cannot……
Oh… He frowned, full of regret.
The wind is coming...
Slowly, slowly.
It was gentle at first, like a pair of wheat ears swaying freely, and when it hit people's face, there was only a numbing feeling.
The fallen leaves on the ground rustled and danced with the wind. The sound of them rolling and colliding with each other was like children's laughter. One by one, they followed the wind and went up to the sky and into the clouds.
The wind gradually grew stronger, and this scene was just like the scene in Kunlun when a rare giant bird flapped its bony wings, except that it was not as huge and shocking.
The dust and sand on the ground were blown and rolled on the ground. Gusts of wind came against them and lifted them up... Gradually, the wind blinded the eyes and covered the sky.
The transparent wind grew stronger and stronger, and a whistling sound followed.
The sound was like someone whistling, loud, sharp, and continuous...
Whoosh~~whoosh~~~
Boom boom boom…
The wind and thunder mixed together, just like a sentence I learned in the textbook: This is a symphony composed and performed by nature, which encompasses the sounds and breath of nature, and expresses to human beings how powerful nature is.
boom!
Thunder roared, and a thick golden electric snake penetrated the mist and landed on the top of the mountain. After the loud noise , smoke rose up, but was immediately blown away by the strong wind.
The mist seemed to have faded a little , but it still stubbornly climbed up to the sky. I couldn't see Mr. Jiao, I could only see countless white mists...
At this moment, the word "worried" is not enough to describe how I feel.
It is difficult for others to understand the feeling of your heart twisting and tumbling like a Tianjin hemp flower. You will feel chest tightness and suffocation. You will feel heartache, as if your heart is being slowly dug open with a knife. The longer time passes, the deeper the knife digs.
I couldn't help but clench my fists and open my eyes wide, not wanting to miss any details.
I want to see Mr. Jiao succeed with my own eyes, or... fall.
The wind was strong and it blew away a lot of things and also brought a lot of things.
I suddenly felt a chill on my cheek, as if something was blowing towards me. I touched it with my hand, and found a wet liquid. Then, another drop, and then another drop.
Is this...raining?
Thunder rumbled, wind and rain mixed together, and it looked like a dragon. It seemed that it had really succeeded in breaking through the shackles and reaching that unimaginable step. The old Taoist priest spoke up.
I looked at him, but he continued: But can a mere half of an immortal corpse's arm replenish so much lost strength? It's really strange and hard to imagine.
Listening to his words, I couldn't help feeling bitter.
It seems that Mr. Jiao is really going to transform into a dragon... Looking at the water mist in the sky that is still stubbornly rising into the sky despite being constantly bitten by the golden electric snake, my heart feels like a bottle of overturned five flavors.
The little guy who liked to curl up in my arms, lick his cheeks foolishly, and only knew how to eat and sleep, has unknowingly transformed into a dragon and soared into the sky.
This is truly an incomprehensible change, which makes people amazed and sad.
The rain gradually got heavier, hitting the bricks and tiles of the Taoist temple, making crackling sounds.
In the past, I would listen to and watch the raindrops falling with great pleasure. But now, I am no longer in the mood.
The rain was so heavy, like soybeans, that it hurt all over my body. I had to cover my forehead with my hands and barely raise my head to continue watching.
There was a loud thunder and the continuous flashes of lightning lit up the entire sky.
The mist increased with the height, and in the storm, I could no longer see clearly. But I still looked at the sky persistently, I wanted to see it really leave, I wanted to see it fly away without looking back, I wanted to see the moment when the thunderclouds in the sky dissipated.
At this time, something slowly fell from the sky.
The thing was like a piece of paper, swaying left and right in the wind. I don't know if it was a coincidence, but when it fell to the ground , it happened to be next to me.
It was a pink thing, I couldn't tell what it was, but I walked over and picked it up as if possessed.
I could vaguely sense a familiar smell coming from it, which made my nose sore. It seemed that there was still some temperature left on that thing.
People say snakes are cold-blooded animals, but Mr. Jiao is no longer a snake. When I think of it, I feel only warmth in my heart.
The old Taoist walked over, took a look and said: This is the skin it shed, but it took so long to shed the first piece. It seems that the strength of its shell is beyond imagination.
Hmm? My heart trembled, and I wanted to ask for details.
The old Taoist said: When a python transforms into a dragon, it just increases the hardness of its body and makes its blood closer to that of a dragon. There are very few who can turn rivers and seas upside down when they transform into a dragon. They are rare and outliers. When they transform into a dragon, they must abandon all old things, stimulate the potential of their blood, and transform themselves into a true dragon that can soar into the sky. At that time, calling the wind and rain is just a matter of their interest in playing.
It is now in the shape of a dragon, but has just shed its first skin when it is about to ascend to heaven. It seems that it will not be easy to succeed. The old Taoist priest finally said this in summary.
You mean, it could fail? I asked in surprise.
That's right. The old Taoist nodded: No matter how good the jade is, if you want it to be beautiful, it needs to be carved. If the craftsman's power is too strong, the shape of the jade will be distorted. If the craftsman's power is too weak, he can't carve out perfect lines. Thunder is like a craftsman, giving this piece of uncut jade the final baptism. But now it seems difficult!
I looked down at the pink skin in my hand, feeling a little disappointed and a little happy at the same time.
Conflicting feelings are something that everyone has, because most of the time, we can't tell what we really want.
Can we help it? I asked.
No. The old Taoist priest said with certainty: Transformation depends on heaven, success or failure depends on heaven's will. Look at the sky, walking thunder is very common, but it represents the power of heaven. We are not immortals or gods, how can we help it. What's more, no one knows what to do. In ancient times, most dragons were born naturally, and there were few examples of pythons transforming by chance. This one is unique. If we act rashly, not only will we have no idea where to start, but we may also cause immeasurable harm to it.
The Taoist's words made me even more silent. Of course I knew he was right, but when I asked if I could help, I had made a real decision in my heart. No matter what, I would make Jiao Ye turn into a dragon. Even if I could never see it again, I didn't want to feel guilty anymore.
The little boy was naturally unhappy next to me, looking up at the sky from time to time, with a greedy look on his face. I was afraid that he would do something weird, so I just twisted and sent him to the little beauty's room.
Keep an eye on him and don't let him out! I warned him seriously.
The little beauty looked at me, nodded, and hugged Tiansheng in her arms.
When I turned around and walked out the door, suddenly a flash of lightning appeared in the sky like a sharp blade piercing through the sky, splitting the entire thundercloud in half.
The thunder was so loud that even the mountains were shaken. I held onto the doorpost and saw a few pieces of something falling from the sky.
After the thing fell down and I picked it up, it was still the same skin as before.
I covered my forehead, looked up at the sky, and thought to myself: May the thunder be louder, louder, let it turn into a dragon!
The essence of the Eight Ropes is to use one's will to exercise the will of heaven. I don't know if it was because of my persistent thoughts, the thunder became louder and louder, the crackling sound resounded through the heaven and earth, and gradually became one.
Pieces of pink skin fell , each no bigger than the size of a palm. If you look closely, you can find a little flesh and blood under the skin. I shuddered in my heart. Could it be that each piece of skin was torn off by lightning? How painful it must be!
What kind of transformation? It's just skinning alive!
Imagine having your skin and flesh torn off, piece by piece, over and over again. How could you endure this?
How could Jiaoye's delicate body bear it? Is it good or bad for him to transform into a dragon?
I suddenly thought, although pythons can transform into dragons or even become dragons if they are given the chance, do they really want to transform into dragons? Do they want to leave the place where they have lived for many years? Do they want to abandon their bodies and become something completely unfamiliar?
No one knows, everyone only knows that when you reach the required strength, you will naturally go.
If you fail, everything will be wiped out. The power you once had will now be like a prelude to your death.
Is this God's will?
Why do I suddenly feel that it is a bit cruel, like a tyrant who does not consider the feelings of others at all. He thinks that you have to do whatever you want to do. He thinks that you don't need to do anything, and no matter how hard you try, you will never succeed.
Is this God's will?
If this is God's will, what is human will?
I suddenly thought of what my mother was going to do. The old Taoist said that what my mother was going to do might go against Basuo's consistent will.
Does she also feel that God’s will is unfair, just like I do now?
Although I have said that many things in the world are not necessarily fair just because you think they are unfair, we are human beings, and when we have our own will, we live to strive for fairness.
This is the meaning of our existence. To live for fairness in a large or small scope.
hold head high!
There was a roar that shook the heavens, and it was like a bomb exploded in the thundercloud, sweeping away everything within a radius of several hundred meters.
I saw a long shadow moving back and forth in the nearby thunderclouds, appearing and disappearing.
