In March, the grass grows and the warbler flies. It''s a good time in early spring!
Zhao Zilong got up early in the morning and played a set of Tai Chi in the backyard to improve the coordination of his body. Then he ran around the village again, moving all the muscles of his body, and then he began to bathe and change clothes.
He is changing clothes room, the door was knocked, then Zhao Laicai''s voice came in: "Zilong, what time is it, why don''t you pick up Xiaofen quickly, don''t let people wait."
"Daddy, it''s just six o''clock. Don''t worry about it."
Zhao Zilong buttoned up, opened the door and said to his father with a smile.
"It''s refreshing in the morning. It''s just suitable for going out. After the sun rises, it''s hot and uncomfortable." Zhao Laicai glared at him and urged: "hurry up, don''t let others wait."
"Dad, let''s go to pick her up. We won''t come back later. We''ll have breakfast outside and go straight to our destination." Seeing that he was so worried, Zhao Zilong explained to him in a voice.
"That''s fine. I''ll change my clothes and we''ll go." Zhao Laicai nodded.
After Zhao Laicai changed his clothes and walked out of the villa, the Big Ben had already been waiting at the door.
Zhao Laicai happily opened the copilot and sat in comfortably.
"Eh, this car has a large space. It smells delicious inside. What''s the matter?" Zhao Zicai and Zhao Zicai are not close.
He constantly deliberately created opportunities for Wu Fen and Zhao Zilong to be together, and even took Zhao Zilong''s opportunity to take photos for them for the first time. Although the photos were not very good, they showed an attitude.
For this reason, Zuo Qiao Qiao''s little mouth was so high that her eyes of Danfeng gouged out Wu Fen''s eyes from time to time.
The pretty little guide seemed to have seen through their relationship and laughed from time to time.
When the tour guide took him to the statue of the prime minister, Zhao Zilong was suddenly attacked by thunder.
At the moment when he saw the statue, he felt a powerful force covering his body, which made him feel that his breath was not smooth and his vitality stopped. The whole person turned into another sculpture.
That force was like a big net, which bound his Qi and locked his mind, and made Zhao Zilong unable to move. His vitality turned into a stagnant pool, which could not be mobilized at all.
In the face of this sudden change, Zhao Zilong was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat.
At this time, he seemed to establish a one-way connection with the stone carving.
They both seem to be locked up in a transparent confined space, but no one else can detect them. Zhao Zilong turns around and sees Zuo Qiangqiang''s brother and sister pointing at the statue. Wu Fen is taking a picture of Zhao Laicai with her mobile phone. They don''t seem to notice Zhao Zilong''s abnormality at all.
Zhao Zilong took a deep breath and tried to look at the statue. He felt that it was as if it had come to life. The stone pupil released a light. The crown on its head shows the light and shadow of the spirit python.
When Zhao Zilong saw this scene, he was stunned. Is this a miracle?
"You, who are you?" Zhao Zilong asked bravely.
"It''s funny that you come to the prime minister''s house and ask him who he is?" The statue''s eyes blinked, sending out an elegant idea.
"What, you are the Qingxiang?" Zhao Zilong''s eyes widened.
"That''s right. I''ve been a great Minister for quite a long time. I rely on Tian Mang''s help." When the statue said that, it could not help sighing: "unfortunately, with the prime minister''s return to heaven, tianmang was sealed up in the stone statue."
"Today, I''ve been summoned by your Python breath, and I''ve finally recovered a trace of my mind."
"I think you are born with pure Yang Qi, and you will surely achieve great success in the future, so I want to attach the body protecting tianmang to you, but you should help me keep the fragrance in my residence for at least three years..."
The words of the statue hovered in Zhao Zilong''s mind, making him suspect in his dream.