The night breeze pierced through the forest, and when he came to his senses, he realized what a risky move he had taken to ask the woman about the black dragon earlier, and he couldn't help but be a little afraid. At this moment, Xuanyuan Po's angry voice faintly came from Qiulin's side. The supper that should have belonged to Chen Changsheng was secretly eaten by Tang Thirty-six. He smiled and shook his head, no longer thinking about those questions, and walked towards the Anglican Academy.

The ice character left by the woman on the stone table was Chen Changsheng's only clue to find the black dragon, which also seemed to be a test - the black dragon was a frost dragon, which itself was related to ice and snow.

The problem is that ice is a very common thing. Especially in late autumn and winter, the major canals in Kyoto are leaning against the stone walls, and ice ballast can occasionally be seen, and in the further north, there are already large ice blocks on the river, and even in the middle of summer, there are ice cellars in the palaces of the princes and nobles, and there are a lot of ice cubes.

For practitioners who take the path of cold exercises, ice is something that can be seen everywhere, just prepare a basin of water, put your hand in it, and after a while, a basin full of ice will appear, and in places like the palace, there is a special formation to make ice constantly for the Pope and those high-ranking clergy to enjoy.

Chen Changsheng found some problems because the ice was in Kyoto...... It's all too common.

When he was in Xining Town, he often went to the stream on the mountain with his brother to pick up ice cubes to play in the deep winter, and after coming to Kyoto, the opportunity to contact ice became relatively less.

He remembered very well that it was the height of summer, and the streets were full of people, whether it was a young lady or a pawn peddler, almost everyone had a popsicle in their hands, and the summer in Xining Town, or other cities recorded in the Daozang, was a scenery that was rarely seen.

Both cultivators and formations can make ice cubes very easily, but it is absolutely impossible to turn ice cubes into such a cheap thing, and even if all the cultivators lower their status and all the formations go all out, it is impossible to provide the needs of so many people in Kyoto all summer.

He walked out of the Anglican College and went to the grocery store by the well at the mouth of Baihua Lane, and asked where their popsicles came from in the summer, and then followed this clue until he found a dessert shop in Xinchaofang, and then found an ice cellar that was strictly managed by the imperial court.

According to his research, in the summer, all the ice cubes in Kyoto's dessert shops are bought from this ice cellar.

This ice cellar is located in Xishi Hutong, and the courtyard gate looks very small, where can you see that the ice cellar in the bottom of the courtyard can store such a large amount of ice.

Chen Changsheng asked Tang Thirty-six to walk around, and found that there was no formation hidden in this ice cellar in Xishi Hutong, and at the same time, he went to inquire around and confirmed that this ice cellar was indeed a natural cold cellar, and it was said that it was connected to an underground cold vein under Kyoto, so he could continuously provide ice cubes.

Trying his best to drive Tang Thirty-six back to the National Education College, Chen Changsheng found a simple food shop in the Xishi Hutong and sat down, took a pen and paper, and began to do serious drawing and calculation.

Of course, he didn't believe the so-called underground cold vein. According to the knowledge in the Shuijing Note and the relevant regulations of the imperial court, as well as the general location of the ice cellar that Tang Thirty-six explored, it took him half an hour to roughly calculate where the bottom of the ice cellar was, whether there was an underground river there, and the most critical ...... Where the chill is coming from.

Walking out of Xishi Hutong, following the lines on the paper, he walked forward.

I don't know how long it took, he found that the noise beside him had disappeared, and he looked up in amazement, only to see a tall city wall appear in front of him, and he actually arrived in front of the palace!

Sure enough, I arrived in front of the palace.

Looking at the faintly visible cornices in the palace wall, distinguishing those buildings, and using the location of the National Education College as a reference, he probably found the location of Weiyang Palace, and then closed his eyes. He began to walk in his mind, like the night of the Ivy Feast, to the abandoned garden, into the cold pool, and began to run, all the way, and finally pushed the door open.

He opened his eyes, turned a road behind his left, and walked through the golden leaves to his destination.

The golden autumn in front of Miyagi, like the green vines of the palace, is a famous sight in Kyoto, and now is the best and last moment to see the scenery, although the weather is a little cold, there are still many tourists.

Carefully avoiding a small child with mud on his hands, he politely asked an old man to go first, and went around a few trees to a well.

He knew that this place was called Kitashinbashi, but it was the first time he knew that there was a well here.

He leaned in and looked into the well, and found that there was no bottom, but there was no trace of moisture, and it should be an abandoned well.

He glanced up at the high autumn sky and looked at the people playing not far away, and his feelings were very shocking and quite complicated.

That black dragon is actually locked up in the underground here, and the entrance is actually in broad daylight?

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Kitashinbashi is not a bridge, it is a place name.

Why is it called Kitashinbashi even though there is no bridge here?

There is a famous legend about this in Kyoto.

Legend has it that many years ago, the alliance of the human race and the demon race and the demon race fought bloodily on the land of the Central Plains, there was a powerful evil dragon who took advantage of the fire to rob, came to Kyoto to make trouble, mutilated the living beings, killed innocents indiscriminately, no one could control it, just at the time of the chaos in Kyoto, no one thought that Wang Zhice sneaked back to Kyoto from the front line, and led the gods and generals who stayed in Kyoto to defeat this evil dragon together.

The evil dragon is also a dragon, it is the highest level of the world's sacred object, it is very difficult to kill it completely, and it is said that this evil dragon has the blood of the dragon king in its body, even a legendary figure like Wang Zhice, is worried that killing this evil dragon will not anger the long-hidden dragon clan, and is worried that the evil dragon will desperately bring too much disaster to Kyoto before he dies, so he decided to leave a way for the other party to live- Wang Zhice demanded that the dragon accept human captivity as atonement for his sins, and then promised that the dragon would build a new bridge on the ground where it was imprisoned, and release it if the bridge became old or flooded.

The dragon clan's lifespan was unimaginably long, and the dragon thought to himself, a new bridge would become old, at most, a few decades or more than a hundred years, and with its knowledge of Kyoto's water system and natural ability, it was certain that there would be a high tide in Luoshui every sixty years, and he was seriously injured at that time and was already on the verge of death, so he agreed to this condition.

The evil dragon surrendered, and the Great Zhou court set up a very powerful ban outside the palace and imprisoned it underground, but it ...... The bridge was not built at all at ground.

Luoshui passed around the imperial city, and there was no flow through here at all, and the so-called bridge was just a fake bridge.

Wang Zhice also did one thing, he changed the name of the place here directly to Beixinqiao.

This bridge will never be flooded by Luoshui.

This bridge is always new.

That evil dragon will never come out again.

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Chen Changsheng sat under the tree, his eyes fell on the scroll, but he couldn't look at it at all.

Behind the tree, a father is telling his child about the legend.

The father praised the king for his exhaustive plan, and the children clapped their hands happily. One of the children asked, "If you say that, the dragon is now in the ground under our feet?" The rest of the children were a little frightened when they heard this, and the adults laughed and said that a story is a story, is it still true?

Chen Changsheng had also heard of this legend, but he never thought that the legend could be true.

He looked at the abandoned well not far away, and his feelings became more and more complicated.

Anyone who has heard the legend of Beixinqiao will hate the tyranny of the evil dragon and praise the wisdom of Wang Zhice, but he thinks that the evil dragon is pitiful.

Of course, since the legend may be true, that dragon may have really killed many innocent people, so it was designed by Wang Zhice, he knew that he had this kind of feeling, and his position was a little unstable, but after all, he had seen the dragon's current miserable state, especially looking at the beautiful autumn scenery on the ground and thinking about the cold stone cave underground, it was inevitable that he would have some sympathy.

During the day, there are still a lot of people in Beixinqiao, there are forbidden army patrols under the palace wall in the distance, the palace wall is over, every once in a while, there are flying chariots falling, and occasionally you can see the fire in the distance, it should be Xue Xingchuan's mount Huo Yunlin, he knows that there is no way to go down to the ground now, and he must wait for a while.

He lowered his head and continued to read.

The fallen leaves left the branches and fell on his shoulders, yellow like golden leaves.

I don't know how long it took, but the sounds around him fell silent, and the twilight faded, and as night fell, he looked up to make sure no one was paying attention, and walked to the abandoned well.

He knew that there could be no pause or hesitation, or he would definitely attract someone's attention.

So he jumped straight down, and the golden leaf floated up and fell, landing on the edge of the abandoned wellhead.

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The waste well has no bottom at all, and naturally there is no silt, as if it is going straight into the void. There was no light here, only darkness, and Chen Changsheng was descending faster and faster in the dark void. When he jumped into the well, he held his head in both hands, and since he was a child, he had been beaten by his master and brother with a stick to boil out the bones, ensuring that the previous impact with the wall of the well did not cause him any harm.

After the bottom of the well came to this darkness, the wind whistled and passed his face, and he was not worried that he would fall to his death, because he knew that the black dragon must have sensed his arrival. And I don't know why, the closer he got to the black dragon, the closer he seemed to be to the love on the night of the Qingteng Banquet, and he was no longer afraid of many things, even death.

His man was still in mid-air when he heard the long, long breath, and then heard a slight interruption in the sound of breathing.

Two faint flames appeared in the darkness, and those were its eyes.

The black dragon woke up.

A dense air cushion that looked like a real thing appeared under Chen Changsheng's body, helping him to land on the ground very easily.

A huge figure like a mountain slowly moved in front of him in extreme horror, and the air in the huge underground space made an unpleasant tearing sound because of the squeezing.

An unimaginable chill instantly enveloped his whole body, and countless frosts appeared on his eyelashes, which could fall at any time.

"It's me. He took out the Night Pearl and illuminated his face.

As he took out the Night Pearl, the thousands of Night Pearls in the dark underground space dome lit up at the same time.

The black dragon appeared in front of his eyes again, the dragon's body was like a mountain undulating, there was no end in sight, the dragon's head was like a palace, the dragon's scales were like a mirror, there was frost hidden in it, it was covered with dust, endless vicissitudes, and the dragon's whiskers fluttered gently, like real, solidified lightning.

This was the second time Chen Changsheng had seen the true face of the black dragon, and he was still shocked, and it took a long time to wake up.

He put away the night pearl, saluted the black dragon, thinking about the age of the black dragon, naturally it was the gift of the younger generation, and said, "Uncle Long, I came to see you." ”

Seeing that Chen Changsheng was really here, the divine fire burning in the black dragon's eyes was constantly jumping, as if dancing, and he was particularly happy, after listening to this title, the two divine fires instantly froze and turned into ice and snow.

That terrifying dragon power reappeared in the underground space.

Chen Changsheng was very uncomfortable, and quickly raised his right hand and said, "I know!"

Long Wei decreased slightly, and the black dragon looked at him indifferently, waiting for him to see him again.

Chen Changsheng figured it out, it must be that the word uncle is too commonplace, and according to the longevity of the dragon, even if this black dragon has been imprisoned for hundreds of years, he may still be a teenager, at most a young man, and just like those women in Xining Town, he doesn't like to be called aunt, he only likes to be called sister-in-law......

He revisited the black dragon and said affectionately: "Brother Long, I haven't seen you for a long time. ”

With a muffled snap, the black dragon released an extremely terrifying dragon power, and Chen Changsheng fell directly to the ground heavily, splashing countless ice chips.

The black dragon flew slowly above him, its whiskers fluttering in the air, like tentacles sticking out of the abyss, and it was obvious that it had escaped its anger.

Chen Changsheng lay on the ground, raised his right hand with difficulty, and said, "Senior, senior, don't be angry!"

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The title of senior is not necessarily completely appropriate, but the black dragon reluctantly accepted it, when Chen Changsheng sat in the residual snow on the ground, thinking about the previous scene, the palpitations were hard to dissipate, thinking that if he blurted out the word squeak at that time, would he be blown away by the terrifying dragon's breath into ice chips all over the ground in an instant?

According to the promise made that night, Chen Changsheng came to see the black dragon, and he should have to accompany it to talk, but at this time, one person and one dragon sat speechless, the atmosphere in the field was a little depressing, a little embarrassing, the black dragon could understand human language, Chen Changsheng knew some pronunciations of dragon language, but he couldn't speak dragon language, how could the two sides communicate?

Suddenly, Chen Changsheng remembered that he had jumped into the abandoned well of Beixinqiao before, pointed to the small black dot that was faintly visible on the dome, and asked: "Has it always been like this? After so many years, someone must have fallen to the bottom of the well by mistake, and those people died? Or were they saved by you? If they were saved by you, where did those people go?"

This is indeed the issue he is most concerned about now, although after hearing that legend, he has some sympathy for this black dragon, and he is also grateful to the other party for letting him leave alive last time, but if he ...... Those who fell into the underground space ended up becoming its food, and there was certainly no way for him to continue to sit in front of it.

It's not that he's afraid of being eaten by this black dragon, but he can't accept talking to a man-eating black dragon.

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(In Beijing, I was sitting in the car chatting with a friend named Lu Wen, and he asked about the new book, and I said that I had completely thought about it, and I wanted to write about a dragon, and there was a dragon in the palace, a real dragon, and I really wanted to write about a dragon.) At that time, it should have been on Zhang Zizhong Road. Lu Wen looked at me and said mysteriously, Actually, there is a dragon under the Beixin Bridge...... When I was in Beijing, because I had to eat or something, you know, I would often pass by the Beixin Bridge, but I really didn't know where the bridge was, and then he told me a story, a story of the Beixin Bridge, it turned out that there was no bridge here, or only a dry bridge, and a well, which is an old story in Beijing. When I heard it, I was like, "What's that, isn't that what I wanted?" Well, I'm glad I finally got it in the book. ）