Xiao Xing'er held the donkey's head and shook it a few times, the old monk behind him was half angry, afraid that Mr. Churchey would be unhappy, seeing such a scene, he was not angry, sighed, and knew that the little girl would come with him and ask the old monk to come here to rest for a while.

The old monk gasped for a long time, his cheeks were ruddy, as if he had swallowed half a steamed bun, and he was holding it like this, and the little apricot smiled and lay on the elm tree and looked at the iron chain wrapped around it, and the last one hung a small golden lock, on which a small green leaf disc was drawn.

Li Shuishan observed carefully with his eyes, sat on a small stone bench, and admired the surrounding scenery.

The elm trees on the side aroused his jade hope, and in his memory there was also a slightly smaller waterside elm tree in Taiping Town, and in the summer, there would be large and small cicadas chirping, and they would float on it, and there would be children running over with nets made of thin threads and placing them on long poles to catch cicadas. Some of them are seven or eight years old, and they are short, and they will step on the shoulders of another person and slowly go to cover them. If they are not careful, they will let the agile cicadas spread their wings and fly away, and they will sit on the ground angrily.

If they succeeded, they let go of their noses and took a rough breath, put them in their little wooden boxes, and threw them to the little yellow dog in front of the street. The little yellow dog shook his head, and no matter how much they coaxed, he sniffed on it, kicked it away, and wagged his tail away.

The bluestone by the well is stacked very neatly, and sometimes the elm tree will drop a few yellow leaves and fall on the stone slab.

Li Shuishan thought for a while, "When the autumn leaves fall, there are still cicadas? In summer, when there are cicadas, there will be yellow leaves?"

Here, some of the succession changes in summer and autumn that did not conform to what he had seen and heard were led by the movement of the shaking chains. A long dragon's whiskers poked out, its mouth was slender, its eyes were like green, its nostrils were the size of a small wine cup, its teeth were white and tender, it looked a little young, and it looked at the little apricot curiously. Xiao Xing'er heard the movement, and a small splash of water fell on her fat face, making his mouth open wide.

The dragon's head is half the size of an arm, and it is a little weaker, like a soul.

Little Apricot also looked at it curiously, not knowing what to do in place, because she had never seen such a cute, young dragon, the blue light on its body slowly followed the body in the well, and rushed to the head one by one, raised her head, gently spit out a mouthful of water, and sprinkled it.

The water in the well, with a hint of coolness.

There is still a little escape, but after a few breaths, he saw the water turn into invisible vapor, Li Shuishan took a sip, and instantly felt refreshed, his mind suddenly cleared, like thirst, and suddenly found a melon scoop to provoke the feeling of drinking from the clear source.

The little green dragon is the soul, and the two little eyes look at each other with the little apricot, revealing a friendly atmosphere.

Xiao Xing'er finally had something to fear, pinching her palms, and her toes rubbing back and forth in the cloth shoes to make a sound. She slowly approached Xiao Qinglong and touched his beard, a little happy. Li Shuishan has never seen a real dragon, and he has not even seen half of the dragon that turned into a demon dragon, as for the one who heard in the book, the dragon is divided into two kinds of good and evil in the mortal dust, and the demon is different, and the dragon is true. But he didn't understand it that way, some had wings and no wings, some horns and no horns, some were slender, their bodies were like snakes, their tails were not distinguished, some of them had heads like crocodiles, they had horns, and their legs and feet were long and short.

They also have the same characteristic of dragon scales, all of which have reverse scales.

Do not allow others to infringe, otherwise it will be bitten and destroyed.

This little green dragon looks well-behaved and cute, clean and elegant, only with the restraint of this well, when it slowly reveals its figure, it is suppressed by the rope placed in the water, making a noise similar to the cow's cry, as well as the tiger, birdsong, crisp and not scary. Its two small paws gripped the edge of the well, or did it only allow its head to be placed on the edge of the well.

Xiao Xing'er was not afraid, so she took the initiative to pick up the yellow leaves on the ground to tease her, and this teasing made it squirt out a mouthful of water, which wet her little jacket.

Its eyes are very pure, you can see the reflection of the scenery, the white dots on the white color of the sky, so that it is dull to think, maybe like a person, do not want to be trapped in a house, want to go out of other places to see, to see if there is a better view besides this well. Even if it won't be wonderful on the outside, after the wind and snow deterioration, even if it wears off a layer of skin, it will show that sincere look.

Xiao Qinglong saw a few people here, with small eyes and a look of curiosity, the gray-robed young man had never seen it, nor had the bald monk standing on the side seen it, and he had seen the person with the stone sword coiled in front of him.

A dragon groan came from the well, and a column of water rose into the sky, and the little dragon reluctantly retracted into the well. At the junction of the iron lock and chain on the elm tree, a spark struck, and the little apricot hurried into Mr. Church's arms.

The old monk asked, "Mr. Church, just now little Apricot was playing with me and accidentally followed you on my donkey. This stupid donkey knows how to eat and drink, and can't do things. ”

Mr. Churchey smiled slightly, "Don't blame the donkey, it's my little granddaughter who has a stubborn personality, relying on her own strength, and a little bit of tricky magic power, so that the listless donkey listens to her, you don't have to blame yourself, I guessed the result." ”

The old monk was in a low voice for a long time, "Do you still need to do anything seniorly?" If not, I will leave. ”

Mr. Churchey thought for a while, and said quietly: "If you are here, you don't have to leave so quickly, I asked the steward of the Ethereal Hall to find some good wine and food, and when the three of us have a few drinks, it will not be too late for you to leave." Besides, everyone is here, and it's still early. ”

The old monk did not move on the surface, and his heart could not bear the stimulation of wine and meat, saying that he often learned to eat some vegetarian food and fasting in the Buddhist family, and now from the previous half of the stomach oil and water, thin to the belly wrinkled, you can stuff a big watermelon, pretending to refuse, and said politely: "Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, I still love Buddha." Since Mr. Churchill has graciously invited, I would be more respectful than obedient. ”

Li Shuishan looked at this bald donkey monk whose face had changed from one to the other, and his heart was uncertain, so he naturally obeyed Mr. Churchill's arrangement.

......

With a wave of his hand, Mr. Churchlie summoned a few servants, and the white-faced scholar personally delivered the meal.

He was followed by several delicate women, their gray hair was coiled up, tied up with a hairband, wearing a red palace skirt, with a light smile, their slender five fingers, slowly holding the plate, on the stone table beside him, a white plate of fennel beans, a green plate of yellow fruits, and the most authentic roast chicken......

The white-faced scholar held a bamboo slip in his hand and gently handed it to Mr., which recorded the names one by one, more of a description of the image, the most conspicuous of which is a place named Qishan, on which there is a hydra, head

With a green hill and a stream behind him, he spits out black water in the moonlight every day, flows down the cliff, and then poisons all species downstream. And the cubs it gives birth to will swell along its black waters, and in this way it will continue to extend and fall into a state faction.

As for this Qishan Hydra, Mr. Churchey closed the bamboo slip and said, "Although it is different from the Hydra, it is very close to the Hydra." The last senior of Death Valley told me that they were a symbiotic being, conceived by silk, and able to possess the supernatural powers of both sides. In the Nameless City, there is a Hydra that hides a mystery. It's not the season of chaos yet, if winter comes, they'll be there, and that's when the planes will fold. ”

The white-faced scholar nodded clearly.

Xiao Xing'er was tired of playing, ran out from the side, and sat obediently next to the white-faced scholar, who gently rubbed her hair.

"As for how to do it, I'll wait until I see. Sit down and have a meal together! We don't need to, but we can just have a good time. The right to accompany this little friend. ”

Li Shuishan hugged his fists and bowed slightly, but seeing that this white-faced scholar was very quiet, he smiled slightly, as if he had discovered the secret that Li Shuishan was a mortal. Although I don't understand, Mr. Churchill must have some reason for inviting him to dinner.

As soon as he slapped his buttocks, he saw that the old monk couldn't control his palms and trembled slightly, and said embarrassedly: "The problems left in the past mortal dust." As soon as the wine came out, I couldn't hold it in my heart, and with the deliciousness of this table, I remembered that I was poor at that time, and I bought a roast chicken a month, drank a big bowl of soju, and silently indulged in the tavern. It's really enjoyable to think about it now!"

The white-faced scholar saw his reckless and embarrassed look, revealing a little disgust. He gently picked up the white porcelain flask, flipped over the four cups, filled them, and placed them in front of each other.

Mr. Churchey didn't say much, so he picked up the wine glass and saluted each other several times, Li Shuishan still didn't understand the etiquette on the wine table, and immediately learned to hold the wine cup with both hands like a white-faced scholar next to him, which made several people laugh, and he blushed and laughed back.

Mr. Churchey said, "Let it go, though it tastes a little different from your mortal food, it is difficult to do so here." ”

Li Shuishan was naturally not dissatisfied, so he picked up chopsticks and picked up the vegetables.

The old monk put his hand on the side, tore off a chicken leg, and said: "Xiao Xing, come on, look at this big chicken leg, it is very fragrant." At that time, I bought a roast chicken but was reluctant to eat it, so I saved it for the end and tasted it slowly. ”

Little Apricot ran over and filled her mouth with a grinning grin with the chicken leg it handed over.

After a while, he lifted the wine cup again and took a sip, Li Shuishan felt that this wine was indeed a little different, as if there was a heat wave burning his heart, but the three of them, only the old monk drank with energy, and Mr. Churchill and the white-faced scholar didn't seem to feel the wine. Li Shuishan seems to understand that monks don't need to eat and drink, just like what he just said. Wine was something that his mortal body could bear, and it just didn't taste good to them.

Looking at the sumptuous meal on the table, only the old monk and the little apricot biting the chicken leg are the ones who are happy to eat now.

Li Shuishan was silently a little sad.

...........

The dragon in this locked dragon well is an ancient dragon with extraordinary abilities, which will be seen later.