Chapter 1230 The World Was Born Where the Gods Slept (52)
"Dragon God Pillar Regidorago, I don't know what the agreement between you and Zhu Yongming is, but I don't think he has deceived or betrayed you."
"Decades ago, he died under siege by more than a dozen enemies, but his ace Pokémon, Dragonite, managed to break through with the Dragonite Slab despite being severely injured. Since then, the Dragonite Slab and Dragonite have been missing until I stumbled upon them a few years ago."
"I think before Zhu Yongming died, he must have wanted to fulfill his promise to you, so he let Dragonite break through with the Dragon Slate."
Xia Yu's words made the Dragon God Pillar Regidorago in the sky fall into silence. It lowered its head slightly, as if thinking.
"Dragon God Pillar, can you tell me about the agreement between you and Zhu Yongming?" Xia Yu gently stretched out his hand, facing the dazzling blood-red light, and said firmly: "Now that I have obtained the Dragon Slate, let me fulfill the agreement between you two on behalf of Zhu Yongming and Zhu Guanjun!"
After a long silence, Xia Yu felt his body lighten, and the oppressive feeling coming from Reggie Drago suddenly decreased.
"Promise..."
Regidorago slowly lowered his head, and the seven indigo cores emitted a faint luster. The dissipated dragon energy formed starlight in the air, rushing towards Zekrom and resonating with the Dragon Slate in Zekrom's body.
Two streams of light intertwined in the air to form a spiral energy bond.
"The Dragon Slate... has been in my control since I was born." Regidorago looked at Xia Yu and said slowly: "More than a hundred years ago, Zhu Yongming came here with the Monster Slate."
"He was the first human to arrive here." A soft blue light emanated from Regidrago's core, rippling through the air like moonlight on still water. Its voice lost its divine coldness, taking on a touch of nostalgia.
The seven cores flickered in succession, projecting the dragon's hometown from a hundred years ago clearly in the air, vividly and lifelike.
At that time, the sky above the ruins had not yet been shrouded in thick fog that blocked out the sun. The morning light could penetrate the dragon-patterned stone pillars unhindered, weaving flowing spots of light on the ground.
The steam rising from the valley blended with the sunlight, reflecting seven faint rainbows - more than a dozen silver-blue milidra were swimming along the stream, their scales shining like pearls in the light.
Several mini dragons and dragonets spread their silky wings and circled in the rainbow light, with the gems on the tips of their tails dripping with crystal dew.
Three huge Dragonite and Dragonite were lying on the rocks by the stream, basking in the sun. Their heavy wings occasionally flapped, startling the dragonflies on the water.
"Initially, all the Pokémon here, including me, were wary of Zhu Yongming." Reggiedrago's voice echoed far away, and the blue light emitted by the seven cores outlined the shadow of the gray-green canvas tent under the ancient tree in the air.
A bundle of herbs tied with vines was pinned to the corner of the tent, the door curtain was still stained with dew from the stream, and a few fallen silver dragon scales were scattered on the ground.
At dawn, when the first ray of sunlight passed over the spire of the ruins, Zhu Yongming walked out of the tent carrying a wicker basket.
This was the first time Xia Yu saw such a real Zhu Yongming. He was a young man in his early twenties, with a crew cut that had a light brown sheen from the sun, and the strands of hair on his forehead swaying slightly in the morning breeze. His eyes beneath his thick eyebrows were as bright as stars dipped in stream water, and when he smiled, his eyes curved into a crescent moon, with a small dimple visible at the right corner of his mouth.
He was wearing a short, washed-out coarse cotton jacket with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his healthy tanned skin. There was still some charcoal dust on his forearms from painting. He looked like a sunflower just picked from the morning light, exuding irresistible vitality.
His basket was filled with mashed fruits and sweets, and he would grin subconsciously every few steps, as if just the thought of the Pokémon eating was enough to make him happy for a while.
He never approached the valley directly, but simply placed the fruit paste in the ceramic bowl gently on the boulder with the stream carved on it. Then he retreated behind the ancient tree, sat quietly with his back to the boulder, and deliberately avoided watching the Pokémon eating.
In the image, a small mini dragon with mud on its left wing is the first to poke its head out from the water grass.
Its scales were dull due to injuries, and its sinuous body curled up into a small circle, staring vigilantly at the pottery bowl on the boulder.
Zhu Yongming lightly drew a spiral pattern with charcoal next to the boulder - that was Mini Dragon's favorite spiral shape. The simple drawing glowed slightly in the morning light.
The little mini dragon tilted its head hesitantly, and its amber eyes swept over the sitting Zhu Yongming. After confirming that he did not move, it twisted its body and crawled to the edge of the boulder, licking the tree fruit mud with the tip of its tongue, making a faint "chirp" sound.
"Three months later, they began to trust him." The blue light at the core of Regidorago became softer. In the picture, Zhu Yongming was already able to sit on the bluestone by the stream. Three mini dragons were clinging to his body affectionately, while a Haxorus obediently put its head close to his hand and let him comb the fur on the back of its neck.
He was mixing crushed herbs with honey and carefully applying it to the injured scales of the little dragonet. Another Haxorus was floating behind him, and the gem on the tip of its tail released a warm glow to help him dispel the morning chill.
On the wooden stake in front of Zhu Yongming's tent, there were several wind chimes made of scales shed by Haxoruba.
That is a gift left by dragon-type Pokémon. Whenever the wind blows, amidst the crisp sound of scales colliding, you can faintly hear the subtle singing of Dratini.
The most touching scene is at dusk. Zhu Yongming sits on a branch of an ancient tree with a drawing board spread out on his knees. Several mini dragons nap beside the stone slab, and the recovered little mini dragon is wrapped around a corner of the stone slab, and the sunlight reflected by its scales just illuminates the pattern on the drawing board.
Three Dragonites were connected head to tail, forming a "dragon wing umbrella" above his head to provide shade. The Hackosaurus circled in a circle, using their dragon breath to create a faint fluorescent light to dispel the growing dusk.
The friction sound of Zhu Yongming's charcoal pencil, the humming of Dratini, the breathing of Dragonite and the sound of the stream in the distance intertwined together to form the warmest melody in Reggiedrago's memory.
"He's been here for two years and made many new friends. Besides the original Dratini, there's also Dratini and Sonic... He's become a member of this place, and all the dragon-type Pokémon treat him like family."
The image in the blue light suddenly changed and switched to the early morning before departure.
Zhu Yongming did not carry the berry basket as usual. Instead, he packed up the tent, squatted beside the ancient tree, carefully sealed the last jar of herbal ointment, and stuffed it into the tree hole.
His crew cut was stained with morning dew, and the dimples on his wheat-colored cheeks were still there, but there was a hint of reluctance in his eyes that was hard to conceal. Pinned to the collar of his coarse cloth jacket was a brand new Haxorus scale, which Haxorus had polished smooth with the gem on the tip of its tail last night and gently placed on his pillow.
On the day of departure, there was a Dragonite beside Zhu Yongming.
They carried their bags and looked back at the place where they once lived. In the open space in front of the ancient tree, the Haxorus, the Old Dragon and the Sonic Dragons looked at him reluctantly. The breeze blew through the dragon scale wind chimes, and the crisp sound of the collision came along the wind, as if they were singing a farewell song.
"Before leaving, I decided to give him the Dragon Slate."
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These two chapters are a supplement to the character of Zhu Yongming. Later, I will consider whether to establish a descendant of the Zhu family and listen to everyone's opinions.
I hope everyone will support me. This month I will still insist on updating 2 chapters a day, and then try my best to save the manuscripts. I am really busy with work and really can't save the manuscripts.
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