And when Wu Fan turned to leave, the frightened look in the peddler's eyes receded slightly, touched the position of his heart, and breathed heavily, as if he had seen a flood beast, and he happened to have escaped.

But the hawker didn't know that Wu Fan didn't walk far, and he had a full view of his every move, and after seeing him go, the hawker's smile was hung up again, Wu Fan was even more annoyed in his heart, when did he ever be so annoying?

However, thinking that the hawker had nothing to do with him like this, Wu Fan simply ignored it, just walked around, looked, and no longer went to buy anything, nor did he stop staying anywhere.

The prosperity of the town was beyond Wu Fan's expectations, and he walked forward for a while, and the sight was the attic towering on both sides, two floors, three floors, all of them, restaurants, pawnshops, rouge gouache and so on.

The antique house and antique life brought Wu Fan an indescribable feeling, but he was not uncomfortable, nor uncomfortable, but he was a little unsteady in his heart, afraid that this was a dream, and he was about to wake up.

A burst of coolness came to his face, interrupting Wu Fan's fugue state, the coolness was blowing from the right, according to previous experience, not far from the right, there should be a small river, or a lake, and in Wu Fan's fusion of soul fragments, there is no lake, it seems that the fusion of soul fragments has lost a lot of memories.

Soul fragments are soul fragments after all, and unlike the devouring fusion of souls, some unintentional memories will be lost.

Following the direction where the cool breeze was blowing, strolling, about half an hour, a small lake appeared in Wu Fan's eyes, and in the middle of the lake there was a green mountain about 100 meters high, or the top of the mountain was more suitable.

Wu Fan didn't know that in his lost memory, the origin of Bilong Town was this.

It is said that many years ago, it was still deserted, and only a few fishermen lived here and made a living from fishing in the lake.

On that day, the fishermen were about to start fishing as usual, but for some reason, suddenly the wind blew in the heavens and the earth, and the thunder roared, and the surface of the lake, which was as calm as a mirror, was also blown up, like the waves, wave after wave above the water level, and the clear sky was also covered by dark clouds drifting from nowhere in the distance.

The intersecting thunder and lightning flickered in the dark clouds like a silver snake, and with the gradual roar of thunder, it was already clearly visible that the thunder and lightning were splitting down a trace, intersecting with the lake that connected to the sky, and the silver light of the thunder and lightning became the only color between heaven and earth, but this color was more frightening.

Something even more unexpected happened.

A huge figure of turquoise color flashed from the dark clouds accompanied by silver thunder and lightning, like a dragon, but the heavy rain between heaven and earth was too dense for people to see clearly.

The rain became heavier, the thunder became louder and louder, the sky became darker and darker, and the lake became more and more gushing.

The faint-hearted hid in their beds, trembling, and the bolder stood at the windows of the house watching the unheard roar of nature.

At this moment, a golden light flew in the sky, one second, it was far away in the sky, and the next moment, it had already flown over the lake.

As the golden light flew in, there was an angry rebuke from heaven and earth, "Evil animal, how dare you be a wanderer, retreat quickly, and you can be forgiven"

With an angry reprimand, the heavens and the earth trembled, the dark and thick dark clouds were also dispersed a little, and the heavy rain that connected the sky seemed to be afraid, and they did not dare to be as wanton as before.

However, only a roar was heard, and later it was learned that it was a dragon's groan.

A dragon groan, invisible waves emanated in the air, the dark clouds immediately faded, although the sky was still very gloomy, people could clearly see a turquoise dragon about 100 meters long in the air flying in the air, the turquoise scales looked very eye-catching in the air, and the four dragon claws were clenched, as if gathering strength.

Six silver-white dragon whiskers fluttered back and forth like curved silver columns, and the huge dragon head could not see the face, only a dragon eye on the side, indifferent, cold, ruthless, majestic, full of it.

And on the other side of the flying dragon, there is a person who exudes golden light, or is it an immortal? People don't know.

It's just that the people who saw it buried their heads deeply, and their bodies fell to the ground, kneeling.

This battle, no one saw in the end.

All you can hear is the constant roar and the sound of someone's incessant rebuke, and the dragon's groan, which grows strong and powerful at first, and gradually deepens, until a loud dragon groan and someone's laughter comes, and then bold people raise their heads and look up at the sky.

The huge body of the blue dragon has mottled scars, especially at the head of the dragon, there is a huge scar, you can see the golden blood dripping in it, and on the opposite side of the dragon, someone who was originally shrouded in golden light also appeared, cyan robe, what should have been high hair temples also had a few scattered traces, and a giant sword in his hand was still stained with a trace of golden blood.

Bilong, who was fighting against it, had a slight feeling of fear and exhaustion in his eyes, and this battle was about to end.

Sure enough, I only heard the Taoist laughing, and then the giant sword in his hand was replaced by a gossip mirror at some point, facing the dragon under the cover, and then shouted "I, Tsing Yi, you guard one side, and the merit is complete, and you can come out"

As soon as the words fell, I saw Bilong lower his dragon head, turned into a stone statue under the illumination of the gossip mirror, and fell into the lake.

And the Taoist in Tsing Yi saw that the blue dragon had been ambushed, and he also went away against the wind.

In the next few years, the famous people came to settle here, and gradually there were more people, and they called this place Bilong Town.

However, a legend is a legend after all, and it is only said to future generations as a story.

Wu Fan couldn't remember this story, and it was a little regrettable.

However, Wu Fan was strolling on the shore of the lake at this time, and he was at ease.

The surface of the lake is sparkling, reflecting the appearance of the green peaks in the lake.

At this moment, it is the hour, the fog is slightly dispersed, the fog like smoke drifts upward, several fishing boats in the lake are swaying on the lake, the fisherman standing at the bow of the boat is wearing a coat, wearing a hat, afraid that this meager mist will wet the coat, occasionally, a few waves rise, but the fish enter the net, are fishermen scooped up, grinning at the fish in the net, enjoy the gift from heaven and earth, have the joy of harvest.

The sunlight has pierced through the mist, making the lake glow with a faint golden light, and the reflection of the green mountains in the distance is one, which is truly a fairyland on earth.

Wu Fan walked slowly, enjoying the silence of nature, listening to the birds in his ears, looking at the green and yellowing leaves on the trees on both sides of the lake, and occasionally sighing at the passage of life.

Walking to a small bridge, walking step by step, walking to the bridge, feeling the slightest coolness, Wu Fan tightened his coat, touched his slightly damp hair due to the moisture in the lake, and continued to walk forward.

(End of chapter)