The clouds rolled and churned, the sun rose in the east.
A faint snore awakened Ao Qing.
He opened his golden eyes and gently looked down at the figure in his arms.
Xiao Qing seemed tired, she was frowning in her sleep and even snoring.
Yesterday, Ao Qing had mentioned Jiang Xue and Xiang Yu.
Xiao Qing had looked at Ao Qing with an unfriendly expression that night, seeming to scold him for something.
But she seemed to think of Ao Qing as a human, not a dragon of the Immortal Realm.
It didn't take long.
She transformed into a pool of water, allowing Ao Qing to do whatever he wished.
Suppressing the urge to draw on Xiao Qing's face.
Ao Qing got up and left the Water Palace, transforming into a giant dragon, wrapped in clouds, and flew towards the direction of Mount Lao.
Before long, Mount Lao came into view.
Ao Qing landed his cloud head on the peak of the mountain, at the Taoist temple.
From afar, Ao Qing saw an old Taoist priest with white hair and beard waiting at the entrance.
“Old Daoist greets Dragon Lord.”
Ao Qing waved his hand, directly throwing a bundle over.
“Your disrespectful grandson, aided the wicked and helped the demons to abduct people, I have killed him.”
The old Taoist priest caught the bundle and opened it, glancing at it, he sighed softly.
“He was a good boy originally, but unfortunately, he couldn’t keep up the act for life.”
Ao Qing scoffed.
“Now you admit you know him?”
The old Taoist priest took out a yellow talisman, rubbed it lightly, and lit a plume of fire to throw it on the bundle.
The flames raged, the bundle and the things inside were quickly burned to ashes.
Watching the fading flames, the old Taoist priest rubbed his hands, tiptoed, and put his arm around Ao Qing's shoulder.
“Ah, it's all over now, I have to thank Dragon Lord for cleaning house for Mount Lao.”
“No more talk, let’s go have a drink, I will invite Heavenly Immortals to accompany us.”
He said he would invite Heavenly Immortals.
But it was still just a phantom in a painting.
They drank for a whole day.
At first, the old Taoist priest could still sit upright, but later he just lay down.
Fortunately, before he got too drunk.
Ao Qing had already obtained ownership of the two little demons.
Next, it was time to take them away and move them to his own temple.
With a flash, Ao Qing appeared in the Xia Qing Palace.
Dusk gradually settled, the night sky spread out.
The Xia Qing Palace was brightly lit, the Taoist priests were chanting evening scriptures.
Ao Qing walked around the courtyard for two circles, his gaze quickly locked on a tall winter-hardy tree.
The tree stood two to three zhang tall, with lush branches and leaves, rustling with the evening breeze.
The winter-hardy tree, also known as camellia, has a beautiful shape and is evergreen.
The winter-hardy tree in the Xia Qing Palace was particularly tall and lush, its verdant leaves casting large shadows.
Ao Qing stood under the tree and looked at it for a while, finding a spot about four and a half feet high, from the base of the winter-hardy tree upward.
Jiang Xue, as a tree demon, had a very human-like weakness.
She was ticklish.
Ao Qing used both his hands to gently tickle the bark.
After a while.
A breathless, laughing sound came from behind the tree.
The tree demon, dressed in a white brocade robe, had a flushed face and looked at Ao Qing with reproach.
“Who are you, young master, how can you be so presumptuous?”
Ao Qing smiled and stroked the winter-hardy tree beside him.
Jiang Xue’s face turned even redder, she stepped forward and began to push Ao Qing.
“Go, go, go, such a presumptuous young master.”
After teasing her enough, Ao Qing reached out and pressed the winter-hardy tree beside him.
“The weather is getting colder, do you have plans to move somewhere else, Miss Jiang Xue?”
Jiang Xue couldn’t push Ao Qing away, so she stood between Ao Qing and the winter-hardy tree, full of resentment.
“How do you know my name, who are you?
“I live comfortably here, why should I move?”
Ao Qing raised his hand and conjured a water screen.
The scene that appeared in it was the Xia Qing Palace about to be rebuilt, the Taoist priests were discussing cutting down the winter-hardy tree.
Jiang Xue had lived in the Xia Qing Palace for many years, she was familiar with all the Taoist priests in the picture.
Hearing that she was going to face the pain of being cut down by an axe.
Jiang Xue's small face turned pale instantly.
Ao Qing reached out and took Jiang Xue’s icy small hand, said seriously:
“I am the Dragon Lord of West Lake, I have some skills in divination, and I have a certain connection with the ancestor of Mount Lao.”
“This time I came to Mount Lao, firstly to help the old Taoist priest solve a problem, and secondly to come for you and Xiang Yu.”
“If I had not come here, you and Xiang Yu would both have perished under the axe.”
Seeing Ao Qing’s solemn words, Jiang Xue couldn’t help but believe a little, she also heard Ao Qing mentioning Xiang Yu, and said in fear:
“Does my sister also have tribulation?”
Ao Qing changed his magic, the scene on the water screen instantly changed.
A guest from Jimo saw the most beautiful tree in the peony bushes, so he forcibly asked the Taoist priests of Xia Qing Palace to give it to him.
Since leaving the Xia Qing Palace, the peony tree quickly withered and finally died alone.
After watching this scene, Jiang Xue couldn’t help but cry out.
“My sister and I are only borrowing a place to live, why do we have to suffer this pain of being cut down by gold and iron?”
At the same time, a slender figure came from behind Ao Qing, staring at the water screen in Ao Qing’s hand, her eyes gradually becoming sad.
“Dragon Lord, is this truly the future of my sister and me?”
Ao Qing put away the water screen and said seriously:
“If you don't leave, this will indeed be the outcome.”
Xiang Yu stepped forward to support Jiang Xue, her expression was miserable.
“But my sister and I are both immobile, how can we leave with you?”
Jiang Xue calmed down at this moment, she looked at Ao Qing, with a calm and composed demeanor.
“Don’t worry, sister, I think Dragon Lord should have a way.”
Ao Qing stepped forward and held the shoulders of the two women, looking into their slightly red, clear eyes.
“Leave it to me.”