The rainy season is inexplicably early......

At noon, the sky is cloudy but like evening, the ink clouds are very low, pressing the mountain peaks and flowing violently, the rain is not loud and the thunder is very loud, and the lightning shines from time to time to illuminate the clouds, illuminating the ruins and the deserted and wild vines and inaccessible river beaches.

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

Far away from the wasteland, there is an overgrown and remote official road, a few acres of thin fields to support a thatched hut post station, judging from the wear and tear of the tethered horse piles, it is obvious that there are very few passers-by, it seems that everyone or beasts are avoiding this land, and it is rumored that even ghosts do not want to stay here.

The thatched huts are old, the roof thatch is of different ages, and the walls of the houses are covered with artemisia grass.

The chimney is weak to spit smoke.

On rainy days, the smoke seemed to be suppressed, and after gushing out of the chimney, it slowly drifted along the roof, choking the eyes.

There was an intermittent coughing sound in the room......

"Ahem...... Quickly bring the fan and pour out the smoke and cough cough cough......"

As the wind fanned inside 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 in his eyes.

There was a little boy squatting next to him, turning his head from time to time to see the lightning shining in the sky outside the door, and the thunder was already faint here, and it was even more muffled by the sound of coughing.

Suddenly.

The door was pushed open from the outside.

Walking in, four passers-by in straw hats.

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

"Ten cents for the night, there is a thatch in the house and you will sleep for a night, there is no food, you can find your own way, or go to the Song family market thirty miles away to eat and drink, the horse widow is a little dark but there is no food. ”

The four passers-by nodded, took off their straw hats and went to Westinghouse, seemingly very knowledgeable about the rules.

Among them was a woman.

The strong man who burned the fire pursed his lips and muttered very quietly.

"Another group of people who came to look for dragon scales, and they dared to go on thunderstorms, they really didn't want to die. ”

He's seen too many of these people.

The crockpot was bubbling with the aroma of rice, and the poor clanging and tattered clothes were staring at the rice pot and swallowing their saliva.

The gruel would not be ready for a while, and the boy threw two sticks of wood into the stove.

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

"Okay, Dad will tell you about the Falling Dragon, this is a mythical story passed down from generation to generation by your grandfather's grandfather's grandfather, but it's scary, your father didn't dare to sleep after listening to it when I was a child. ”

The strong man waved the fire stick in high spirits, and the firelight reflected the red face.

The little boy didn't seem interested.

"You're tired of listening to it every day, can you change the ......?"

The rebuttal did not stop the strong man from telling the story, looking at the ethereal smoke and muttering to himself, his eyes as if he had traveled back thousands of years to the distant past.

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

"Once upon a time, the wasteland was a fertile city, and the river was not diverted......

In everyone's minds, along with the description, old and old pictures were drawn.

The ancient city pond by the mountains and rivers, the wind blows the rice fields and the green waves rise and fall, although it is not a fairyland on earth, but it is also a peaceful life and contentment, the houses and streets in the picture scroll are ploughed by cattle ploughing the fields, and the facial expressions of the frozen characters can see the ups and downs.

"Our ancestors were caught fast, that day, I smelled a smell of blood, climbed up the wall and saw that it was those people who caught countless snakes to slaughter, and the blood flowed down the ditch ......"

In another picture, the hideous men are holding iron knives high, and on the ground is a severed snake body, still not dead, crawling everywhere, blood red and dazzling.

"There was a man shouting there, cursing and angering the dragon, and he really attracted the dragon, and did evil......"

The painting depicts black oppressive clouds and storms, a white dragon grinning in the clouds, spitting out flames to engulf houses and shops, the flames in the rain are burning, the whole city is engulfed in flames, the people running in the streets cry and pray for mercy, and there is only fire in the painting.

In fact, it's just Jiao, but for them, they can't tell the difference between Jiao and dragon at all, the big snake is a dragon, Jiao is a dragon, the story description is a dragon, and the imagination picture is also a white dragon.

"Our ancestors were scared in their hearts, and they ran desperately. ”

"Run and run, just listen to the bang!"

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

"Look back, my mother-in-law! The old crossbow arrow flew into the sky, and it stabbed the white dragon at once, and the dragon's groan sounded really painful......"

In the monotonous paintings, the body of the white dragon is pierced by spear-like crossbow arrows above the sea of fire, and among the black clouds, the dragon roars and screams.

At this moment, there was a sudden explosion of thunder outside.

Thundered......!

"And then?"

The people in the Westhouse couldn't help but urge, and they really hung their appetites.

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

"And then, the dragon fell from the clouds, good fellows! Knocked down a dozen houses! Half of the dozen people on the horse widow's ancestors were killed on the spot, and it was terrifying!"

There is a picture of a monotonous picture of a house collapsing and a white dragon prostrate on the ground.

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

"What about later?"

The woman in the Westinghouse asked curiously.

The strong man waved the fan to fan the cigarette back, and by the way, he saw if the porridge was good.

"It's strange to say, the dragon fell from the sky, and all the poisonous snakes, grass snakes, and water snakes around it went to protect it and prevent those people from approaching, and many, many snakes died at that time, alas, evil. ”

In the picture, countless snakes protect the white dragon, the knife flashes and blood splashes, and many people are poisoned by poisonous snake bites and died.

Later, the dragon did not die, but swam away into the river. ”

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

The woman in Westinghouse retorted.

There is indeed no river to be found around the ruins, more than a thousand years have passed, and countless versions of myths and legends have been derived, because the various purposes have gradually changed beyond recognition, some say that it is a dragon, and some even say that it is a unicorn, and the oldest authentic legends may only be passed down in certain family secret books or word of mouth.

The poor jingle strong man sneered, without any respect at all.

"Oh, at that time, the city was close to the wide river, and later because someone killed the dragon there, the dragon lord was angry and changed the river, I don't believe you can go and see for yourself, there are many round stones on the side of the city ruins. ”

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 has good luck picking up a piece of fragments, as a treasure to accompany the burial, the descendants of the ancestors to protect the official to the prime minister, but unfortunately the tomb was stolen in the end, since then, every few hundred years someone can pick up the dragon scale fragments, called the king Hou as the leading general, more and more people go to the wasteland to hunt for treasure, hey, there is that life to meet the dragon scales. ”

Wipe away the tears choked by the smoke.

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

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

"Alas, slaying the dragon and slaying the dragon, slaughtering is your own life, the earth's veins and dragons are gone, and the cities and fields are all defeated and become Jedi, why bother......"

Rumble!

Another explosion of thunder and lightning.

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

Just now, when the lightning was bright outside, there was a shadow on the shabby window paper! the shadow of a man! but there were forked antlers on the top of the head......