At this time, it was close to the ugly hour, and it should have been a quiet night, but I could see the lights of the houses endlessly, and the children carrying paper lanterns running and shouting, like a picture of daytime play.

Seven or eight men from each family put together a table, and each family took out some ready-made side dishes, accompanied by home-brewed rice wine, and ate and drank while looking at the scene, and one by one they collected the strange scenes they had heard or seen as talking points.

There were also four or five children huddled around their father, listening to the story and being fascinated.

"We seem to have heard of this scene before, Xifuzhuang, just at the back of Fulong Mountain, there is a small stream at the entrance of the village, which can flow to the Lechuan River. I heard that on a thunderstorm day a hundred years ago, it was also such a purple thunderbolt, the thickness of a bucket, and dozens of ways fell, and I was stunned to shoot down a big snake with horns from the sky, and finally fell into the Lechuan River. This is what my grandfather's grandfather has seen with his own eyes, and I often heard my grandfather say when I was a child, but I didn't expect to see him once today. ”

"So what is it this time?"

"I don't know, but have you noticed that in recent years, we have done a lot of thunder and rain, and the wheat I dried has been harvested in vain several times, which scares me! This god is too tidy! ”

"Not really! In the future, we will dry food and herbs or something, and we will have to wait when there is a thunderstorm, just like now, this thunder has been hitting for so long, but it can't rain! ”

"Daddy, daddy, what's the name of that horned snake, why hasn't Yun'er seen it!" A little girl with a bun and yellow skin pushed Daddy's arm like a coquettish.

The big man who told the story scratched his head and said with a smile: "When I was a child, I heard your grandfather say, it seems to be called a dragon, oh, yes-" He slapped his thigh and shouted: "It's called 'dragon'!" ”

"Dragons?" The seven or eight-year-old girl looked up at the purple thunder that was still rumbling in the sky with her face up, and said silently: "Then what will it be this time?" I don't know if there's a chance to see it! ”

What this little girl named Yun Ya'er didn't know was that it wasn't long before she lived with the person who caused such a celestial phenomenon and became her best friend.

What she didn't know was that the real parents she was seeing at this moment were about to turn into a handful of loess, buried deep in the mountains, and their bones were nowhere to be found.

"Look, it's going to thunder again!" A bare-bottomed boy with pigtails pointed to the sky and suddenly shouted, bringing the eyes of the big guys back to the sky, no longer chatting, and all of them opened their mouths wide and looked up to the sky.

The boundless sky became a reservoir of thunder power, and with the convergence of the red clouds, this third purple thunder gradually became thicker and thicker, and it was as thick as a bucket before, but when it was looked at again, it immediately became several times larger.

"Oh my God, this thunderbolt can be repaid!" Everyone was amazed and said, "Look at this posture, it can split a mountain!" ”

At this time, a sound of eagle cries across the Lingkong Temple, and when I looked at it, it was the bald eagle who came back with Xin'er.

The eagle flew for a few days and nights, tired, and lost its spirit after landing on the empty shoulder, and only recovered after it had been fed water and food.

"Master, are you alright?" I asked.

The eagle nodded its head, still holding a grain of rice in its mouth.

"Eat slowly!" "There are many more here!" ”

The bald eagle shook its head, with an anxious look in its eyes, and after swallowing the rice grains, it hurriedly opened its mouth: "Eat again-slowly-eat-it's late-late-it's!" ”

The eagle actually spoke, but it was obvious that it had only only opened its senses, and it was still stammering, not fluent enough.

"What, what's going to happen?" A hint of bad premonition welled up in the hollow head.

The eagle pointed to the sky with the tips of its wings and said, "Sky-thunder-fall, the secret mansion-secret mansion will appear!" Shentu - Shentu Jingyao will - there will be - a big disaster! ”