New White Snake Asking Immortals

The rainy season is inexplicably early...

During the day and noon, the sky is cloudy, but it is like evening. The ink clouds are very low, pressing down the mountain peaks and flowing, the rain is not light and the thunder is very loud. The light of lightning illuminates the clouds from time to time, illuminating the ruins and the deserted river beaches.

The desolate land was washed with rain, and there were no people and no roads.

A long way from the wasteland is a remote official road overgrown with weeds. Several acres of thin fields support a thatched hut post. Judging from the wear and tear of the horse hitch, it is obvious that there are very few passers-by. It seems that everyone or beasts are avoiding this land. , and there are even rumors that even ghosts don't want to stay here.

The thatched hut is old, the roof thatch is old and new, and the walls of the house are covered with wormwood.

The chimney was weak and breathless.

The thick smoke seemed to be suppressed on rainy days, and after gushing out of the chimney, it drifted weakly and slowly along the roof, making the eyes uncomfortable.

The sound of coughing in and out of the house...

"Cough cough...Bring the Pu Fan, and pour out the smoke again..."

With the fan in the house, the roof chimney finally smoked.

The hut was full of smoke.

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

There was a little boy squatting next to him, turning his head from time to time to see the electric light shining in the sky outside the door. The sound of thunder was already blurred here, and it was covered up by the sound of coughing.

Sudden.

The door was pushed open from the outside.

Four passersby came in in hoods and straw hats.

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

"Ten pennies for the night, sleep for one night if there is a thatched general in the house, and no food. You can find your own way, or go to Songjiaji thirty miles away for a drink. Widow Ma is dark, but there is no food to say."

The four passersby nodded, took off their straw hats and went to the Westinghouse, seeming to know the rules very well.

One of them is a woman.

The brawny man who burned the fire pouted and muttered very softly.

"Another group of people who came to look for dragon scales, they dared to go even in thunderstorms.

He has seen too many such people.

The crock pot gushed the aroma of rice, and the poor and tattered grandfathers stared at the rice pot and swallowed.

The gruel would take a while to cook, and the little boy threw two sticks of firewood into the stove.

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

"Story? Well, dad will tell you about falling dragons. This is a mythical story passed down from generation to generation by your grandfather's grandfather's grandfather. It's scary. When my father and I were young, I didn't dare to sleep after listening to it."

The strong man waved the fire stick in high spirits, and the light of the fire reflected his face flushed.

The little boy didn't seem interested.

"You are tired of listening to it every day, can you change it..."

The refutation 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 back to the distant past.

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

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

Everyone's minds drew old pictures of old colors along with the descriptions.

The ancient pond is surrounded by mountains and rivers. The wind blows the rice fields and green waves are undulating. Although it is not a fairyland on earth, it is still a peaceful life. In the picture scroll, the houses and streets of the cattle plough the fields, and the facial expressions of the characters can be seen in the pictures.

"Our ancestors were catching fast. That day, I smelled a **** smell. I climbed up the wall and saw that those people caught countless snakes and killed them, and the blood flowed along the ditch..."

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

"Someone was shouting, cursing and angering the dragon, really attracted the dragon, making a sin..."

The painting depicts dark clouds and violent storms. Between the clouds, a white dragon bared its teeth and grimaced, spitting out flames that engulfed houses and shops. Flames were burning in the rain. .

In fact, it's just Jiao, but for them, they can't tell the difference between Jiao and dragon. The serpent is a dragon, and the Jiao is a dragon. In the description of the story, it is a dragon, and it is also a white dragon in the imagined picture.

"Our ancestors were afraid and ran away desperately."

"Run, run, just hear the bang!"

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

"Looking back, my mother-in-law! Then the elder's crossbow arrow flew into the sky and stabbed the white dragon all at once. The sound of the dragon's roar is really painful..."

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

Just then, there was a sudden explosion of thunder outside.

Boom...!

"and then?"

The people in the Westinghouse couldn't help but urge, they were really appetizing.

The strong man scooped up a ladle of cold water and poured it into his mouth.

"And then, that dragon fell from the cloud, my dear! More than a dozen houses were smashed down! Half of Widow Ma's ancestors were smashed to death on the spot, which is very scary!"

There is a monotonous picture, the house collapses, and a white dragon is dying on the ground.

The little boy and four other guests struggled to imagine the most mysterious story and legend they had ever heard.

"And then? Tell me now!"

The Westinghouse woman asked curiously.

The strong man waved the palm fan to fan the cigarette back, and checked whether the porridge was good or not.

"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 kept those people away. Many, many snakes died at that time, alas, sin."

In the picture, there are countless snakes protecting the white dragon, the sword light flashes and blood splashes everywhere, and many people are poisoned and killed by poisonous snakes.

"Afterwards, the dragon didn't die, it got into the river and swam away."

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

The Westinghouse woman retorted.

There is really no river around the site. Over a thousand years have passed, myths and legends have been derived in countless versions, because of various purposes gradually changed beyond recognition, some say that it is a dragon, and even some say that 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 jingle strong man sneered, showing no respect at all.

"Heh, at that time the city was close to the wide river. Later, because someone slaughtered dragons 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.

"A few drops of dragon blood were sprinkled, and a few 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 debris and bury it as a treasure~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The descendants of the ancestors, the ancestral blessing, the official to the prime minister, but unfortunately it was stolen by the tomb robbers. Since then, every few hundred years, there will be people Picking up pieces of dragon scales, calling them kings and lords as generals, more and more people go to wasteland to hunt for treasures, hey, only with that fate can they meet dragon scales."

Wipe away the tears choke on the smoke.

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

Skillfully removed the bonfire, the gruel has been cooked.

"Hey, slaughtering dragons and slaying dragons, slaughtering the dragons is his own life, the earth veins and dragon energy are gone, and the cities and fertile fields are also destroyed and become Jedi, why bother..."

boom!

Another blast of thunder and lightning.

It seems to be very close, the strong man father and son and the guests suddenly widened their eyes!

Just now! There was a shadow on the old window paper when the lightning was bright outside! shadow of man! But there are forked antlers on the top of the head...

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