New White Snake Asking Immortals

The rainy season is inexplicably early...

At noon in the daytime, the sky was overcast but like evening, the black clouds were very low, pressing down on the mountain peaks to turbulently flow, the rain was not heavy and the thunder was loud, and the light of lightning illuminated the clouds from time to time, illuminating the ruins and the deserted and uninhabited river beaches.

The desolate land was washed by the rain, with no people and no roads.

Far, far away from the wasteland, there is a remote official road overgrown with weeds. Several acres of Susukida feed a hut post station. Judging from the wear and tear of the horse posts, it is obvious that there are very few passers-by. It seems that all people or beasts are avoiding this land. There are even rumors that even ghosts don't want to stay here.

The thatched huts are old, the thatch roofs are new and old, and the walls of the houses are covered with wormwood.

The chimney was exhausted.

The thick smoke seemed to be suppressed in rainy days, and after pouring out of the chimney, it floated weakly and slowly along the roof, choking and hurting the eyes.

The sound of coughing intermittently in the room...

"Cough cough...quickly bring the cattail fan, and pour out the smoke again cough cough..."

As the house was fanned, the chimney on the roof finally smoked.

The hut was full of smoke.

The strong man in front of the stove was cooking hard, his eyes were red with tears from the smoke.

A little boy squatted next to him, turning his head from time to time to see the lightning flashing in the sky outside the door. The thunder was already blurred here, and it was even covered by coughing.

Sudden.

The door was pushed open from the outside.

In came four passers-by in coir raincoats and straw hats.

The strong man glanced at the four of them and raised his finger to Westinghouse.

"It costs ten yuan to stay overnight. If there is a thatch in the house, the general will sleep overnight. There is no food. You can find a way by yourself, or go to the Songjiaji thirty miles away to have a drink. Widow Ma Hei is a bit dark, but there is no food."

The four passers-by nodded, took off their straw hats and went to Westinghouse, as if they knew the rules very well.

Among them was a woman.

The strong man who was burning the fire curled his lips and muttered something in a very low voice.

"Another group of dragon scale seekers,

Dare to go even in thunderstorms, I really don't want my life. "

He has seen too many people like this.

The earthen pot gurgled and gave off the aroma of rice, and the poor and ragged father and father stared at the rice pot and swallowed their saliva.

The porridge will take a while to cook, and the little boy throws two sticks of firewood into the stove.

"Father, I want to hear a story..."

"Story? Okay, dad will tell you about the falling dragon. This is a fairy tale passed down from generation to generation by your grandfather's grandfather's grandfather. It's so scary. When I was young, my father and I couldn't sleep after listening to it."

The brawny man wielded a fire stick in high spirits, his pale face flushed in the light of the flames.

The little boy didn't seem interested.

"You are tired of listening to the lectures every day, can you change to another..."

The rebuttal did not stop the strong man from telling stories, looking at the misty smoke and talking to himself, his eyes seemed to travel back thousands of years to the distant past.

The four people in the west room next door also pricked up their ears to listen.

"A long, long time ago, the wasteland was still a piece of fertile land and a city, and the river did not change its course..."

Following the descriptions in everyone's minds, pictures of old colors and ancient pictures were drawn.

Surrounded by mountains and rivers, the ancient city, the wind blowing rice fields and green waves, although it is not a fairyland on earth, it is also a place to live and work in peace and contentment. In the picture scroll, the houses, streets, and cattle plow the fields, and the facial expressions of the frozen characters can see the ups and downs.

"Our ancestor was a fast catcher. That day, he smelled a bloody smell. He climbed up the wall and saw that those people had caught countless snakes and slaughtered them. The blood flowed down the gutter..."

In another picture scroll, ferocious men hold high iron knives, and there are sections of snakes on the ground, still alive and crawling around, blood red and glaring.

"There was a person shouting there, cursing and angering the dragon, which really attracted the dragon, what a crime..."

The painting depicts dark clouds and violent storms. A white dragon bared its teeth and glared at the clouds, spitting out flames and engulfing houses and shops. Flames blazed in the rain, and the entire city was engulfed in flames. People fleeing on the street cried and begged for mercy. There was only fire in the painting. .

In fact, it’s just a jiao, but they can’t tell the difference between a jiao and a dragon at all. The big snake is a dragon, and the jiao is even a dragon. The dragon in the story description is also a white dragon in the imaginary picture.

"Our ancestors were so scared that they ran desperately."

"Run and run, just hear a bang!"

The strong man imitated the sound of the heavy crossbow, and several people seemed to really hear the sound of the heavy crossbow.

"Looking back, my dear mother! Such a long crossbow arrow flew into the sky, stabbing the white dragon at once, and the sound of the dragon's roar really hurt..."

In the monotonous painting, in the sky above the sea of ​​fire, among the black clouds, the body of the white dragon is pierced by a spear-like crossbow, and the dragon groans.

At this moment, thunder exploded outside.

Boom...!

"and then?"

The people in the Westinghouse couldn't help but urge them, it really whetted their appetites.

The strong man took a ladle of cold water and gurgled it into his mouth.

"Then, that dragon fell from the clouds, my good fellow! It smashed down more than a dozen houses! Half of the widow horse's ancestors were smashed to death on the spot. It's very scary!"

There is a picture of monotonous colors, houses collapsed, and a white dragon crawling on the ground dying.

The little boy and the four hotel guests tried hard to imagine the picture. This was the most mysterious story and legend they had ever heard.

"What happened later? Tell me!"

The woman in Westinghouse asked curiously.

The brawny man waved his cattail fan to fan the cigarette back, and took a look at the porridge by the way.

"It's strange to say that the dragon fell from the sky, and all the poisonous snakes, grass snakes and water snakes around it went to protect it, and didn't let those people get close. Many, many snakes died at that time, ah, what a crime."

In the picture, there are countless kinds of snakes protecting the white dragon, the knife light flickers and blood splatters everywhere, and many people were bitten by poisonous snakes and died of poisoning.

"Later, the dragon survived and got into the river and swam away."

"Nonsense! Where is the river in the ruins of the ancient city?"

The Westinghouse woman retorted.

There is indeed no river around the ruins. Over a thousand years have passed, countless versions of myths and legends have been derived. Due to various purposes, they have gradually changed beyond recognition. Some say it is a dragon, and some even say it is a unicorn. The oldest authentic legend may only be found in a certain place. Some family secrets or word of mouth.

The poor and clinking burly man sneered, without any respect at all.

"Oh, at that time the city was close to the broad river. Later, because someone slaughtered a dragon there, the dragon king was angry and changed the river course. If you don't believe me, you can go and see for yourself. There are many round stones beside the ruins of the city."

The aroma of rice in the clay pot is getting stronger and stronger.

"At that time, a few drops of dragon blood were sprinkled, and a few pieces of broken dragon scales were scattered."

Hearing this, Westinghouse was quieter and pricked up his ears.

"One of them was lucky enough to pick up a piece of the dragon scale and buried it as a treasure. The ancestors of the descendants protected the official to the prime minister, but unfortunately it was stolen by a tomb robber. Since then, someone has picked up the dragon scale piece every few hundred years. Calling themselves kings and marquises and leading the army, more and more people go to the wasteland to hunt for treasures, hey, only with that life can we meet the dragon scale."

Wipe away the tears choked out by the smoke.

"It's all a dream, it's not you looking for Longlin, but Longlin finding you."

The bonfire was removed skillfully, and the gruel was ready.

"Hey, slaying the dragon and slaying the dragon is my own life. The dragon energy of the earth veins is gone, and the cities and fertile fields are also destroyed and turned into jedi. Why bother..."

boom!

Another thunder and lightning.

It seemed that they were very close, the eyes of the strong man, father and son, and the lodger suddenly widened!

Just now! When the lightning is bright outside, there is an extra shadow on the old window paper! The shadow of man! But there are forked antlers on the top of the head...

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