The rainy season is inexplicably early...

At noon in the day, the sky is cloudy but like evening. The clouds are very low, flowing turbulently against the mountain peaks. The rain is not heavy and the thunder is loud. The light of lightning illuminates the clouds from time to time, illuminating the ruins and the desolate wilderness and the inaccessible river beach.

The desolate land was washed away by rain, with no human habitation and no roads.

There is a remote official road overgrown with weeds far away from the wasteland. A few acres of thin fields support a hut inn. Judging from the wear and tear of the hitching posts, it is obvious that there are very few passers-by. It seems that everyone and animals are avoiding this land.

, there are even rumors that even ghosts don’t want to stay here.

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

The chimney is weak and puffs out smoke.

On cloudy and rainy days, the thick smoke seems to be suppressed, and after pouring out of the chimney, it slowly floats along the roof, making it painful to choke the eyes.

There were intermittent coughs in the room...

"Ahem... bring the cattail leaf fan quickly and pour the smoke out again..."

As the fan started blowing inside the house, smoke finally came out from the roof chimney.

The hut was full of smoke.

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

A little boy squatted next to him, turning his head from time to time to look at the flash of lightning in the sky outside the door. The sound of thunder was blurred here, and was even covered up by the sound of coughing.

Sudden.

The door opened from the outside.

Four passers-by walked in wearing raincoats and straw hats.

The strong man glanced at the four people and pointed to the west room.

"It costs ten cents to spend the night in a thatched house, but there is no food. You can think of your own solution, or you can go to the Song family gathering thirty miles away to have a drink. The horse widow is a bit black, but there is no food."

The four passers-by nodded, took off their straw hats, and went to the West Room. They seemed to know the rules very well.

There was a woman among them.

The strong man lighting the fire curled his lips and muttered very quietly.

"Another group of people come here to look for dragon scales. They dare to go there in a thunderstorm. They really risk their lives."

He has seen too many people like this.

The aroma of rice was emitting from the earthen pot, and the poor and ragged men stared at the rice pot and swallowed their saliva.

The porridge would take a while to be cooked, so the little boy threw two sticks of firewood into the stove.

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

"Story? Okay, Dad will tell you about the Falling Dragon. This is a myth passed down from generation to generation by your grandfather's grandfather. It's so scary that your father and I didn't dare to sleep after listening to it when I was a child."

The strong man was full of energy as he wielded the fire stick, his pale face flushed red in the light of the fire.

The little boy didn't seem interested.

"You are tired of hearing this every day, can you change it..."

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

The four people in the west room next door also raised their ears and listened.

"A long, long time ago, the wasteland was still a fertile farmland and a city, and the river had not changed its course..."

Following the description, everyone painted ancient pictures in their minds.

The ancient city is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the green waves of the rice fields are blown by the wind. Although it is not a fairyland on earth, it is still a peaceful place to live and work. In the picture scroll, cattle plow the fields in the houses and streets, and the frozen characters' facial expressions can show the sweetness, bitterness, and bitterness.

"Our ancestor was a police officer. That day, he smelled the smell of blood. He climbed up the wall and saw that those people had caught countless snakes and slaughtered them. The blood was flowing down the ditch..."

In another scroll, ferocious men hold their iron knives high, and on the ground are sections of snake bodies, still alive and crawling around, the blood red color glaring.

"There was a man shouting there, cursing and irritating the dragon. He really attracted the dragon. What a sin..."

The painting shows dark clouds and violent storms. A white dragon in the clouds bared its teeth and stared angrily. It spit out flames and engulfed the houses and shops. The flames burned in the rain. The entire city was engulfed in fire. People running on the street cried out and begged for mercy. There was only fire in the painting.

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

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

"While I was running, I heard a bang!"

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

"Looking back, I saw that my dear mother! Such a long crossbow arrow flew into the sky and hit the white dragon at once. The roar of the dragon was really painful..."

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

Just then, there was a sudden thunder outside.

Rumble...!

"Then what?"

The people in the west room couldn't help but urge him, it was really appetizing.

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

"Then, the dragon fell from the clouds, what a guy! It destroyed more than a dozen houses! Half of the dozen or so members of Widow Ma's ancestors were smashed to death on the spot. It was very scary!"

There is a picture with monotonous colors, a house collapsed, and a white dragon lying on the ground dying.

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

"What happened next? Tell me quickly!"

The woman in the west room asked curiously.

The strong man waved his cattail leaf fan to blow back the cigarette, and took the opportunity to see if the porridge was good.

"It's strange to say that the dragon fell from the sky, and all the venomous snakes, grass snakes, and water snakes around it tried to protect it from those people. Many snakes died at that time. Oh, what a sin."

In the picture, countless snakes of all kinds protect the white dragon, swords flash and blood splashes, and many people are bitten by poisonous snakes and die.

"Later, the dragon did not die and got into the river and swam away."

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

The woman in the west room retorted.

It is true that Jiang cannot be found around the ruins. Over a thousand years have passed, and 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 oral traditions.

The poor, strong man sneered, showing no respect at all.

"Oh, at that time the city was close to the broad river. Later, because someone killed a dragon there, the Dragon King was angry and changed the course of the river. 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 broken dragon scales were scattered."

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

"One of them had good luck and picked up a piece of fragment, and buried it as a treasure. Later generations protected officials and prime ministers. Unfortunately, it was stolen by tomb robbers in the end. From then on, someone would pick up fragments of dragon scales every few hundred years.

Become a king, a lord, and a general, and more and more people are going to the wasteland to hunt for treasures. Hey, only those who have that fate can encounter dragon scales."

Wipe away the tears choked by the cigarette.

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

The bonfire was skillfully removed and the porridge was ready.

"Oh, slaying dragons and slaying dragons means killing your own life. The dragon energy in the earth's veins is gone, and the fertile fields in the city have been destroyed and turned into a dead end. Why bother..."

boom!

Another crackle of thunder and lightning.

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