On the other side of the lake, only the village chief and the woman remained.

The village chief stroked his beard, which was not too short, and asked the woman, "Can you wait for the person you want to wait?"

The woman seemed to be in deep thought, her forehead was full of pain, "It's very similar, but it's not very like."

"Why is this?" the village chief couldn't figure it out, the woman just smiled lightly, then took off the bamboo and wood hairpin, let the long hair pour like ink, and sighed slowly: "Take off the hairpin, you can untie my long hair, but I don't know if there is also a hairpin lock in his heart that can be opened." ”

She kept her eyes on the bamboo hairpin that had accompanied her for many years,

"This situation can be recalled, but at that time, it was already confused. Just now, I really felt his breath in an instant. ”

"It's only for a moment, Sister Ling, tell me carefully... Let me think about it. ”

The woman's eyes were misty, and she explained to the village chief who asked her own: "It's black thunder, and it looks like his weak wisps of breath inside. ”

"Black Thunder.." This time it was the turn of the village chief to fall into memory,

"At first, I thought it was my old rival bragging in the letter, but I didn't expect this luck to really make him bump into it. It's a pity, it's a pity. ”

The woman ignored the village chief's self-inflicted muttering. She suddenly looked at the fisherman village chief with a sad expression, her eyes seemed to be shattered, and she was trying her best to break the mirror and reunite, "Little Yu'er, do you know who was the last person who lived in the black thunder in the clouds of the past in this Shenzhou?"

The village chief looked at the woman's lonely and weeping expression, thought about it, and said deeply: "Who was the last person who lived in the black thunder, I seemed to have heard some legends and stories when I was a little doll, this!

The village chief slapped his head and exclaimed, "When I was a child, I heard my grandfather's grandfather tell legends about those people!

Suddenly, the village chief stared at the woman with his tongue down, and then his voice trembled, "Sister Ling, could it be the person you have been waiting for, that is, it's.."

The woman's eyes rippled slightly, and she bowed her head quietly, and stopped talking.

It's night, and it's slightly cool.

Xiao Hongdou fell asleep early, and Xiao Nianxi was still cross-legged in the courtyard, trying to meditate. But at the moment, he couldn't calm down. In his mind, in addition to the shocking back of a bizarre woman from time to time, there is also a sense of fatigue that Xiao Nianxi can't control, this kind of unprovoked exhaustion from cultivation is the first time he has encountered it.

Every time he concentrates at this moment, there will be a faint pain in the center of his eyebrows, mercilessly disturbing his thoughts, leaving no clarity. He rubbed his eyebrows, and remembered the gentle stroking of the jade fingers and the residual warmth.

"Could it be that it has something to do with her?" Xiao Nianxi muttered to himself, then shook his head again, and sighed: "That's it, just rest early today." ”

After a while, Xiao Nianxi stood up and placed the futon, and by the way, he glanced at Xiao Hongdou's house where the lights had been out for a long time, and then walked straight to his house.

Xiao Nianxi's room is clean and tidy, without any decoration, except for a simple bed cabinet, only a jujube red square wooden table with oil lamps and books resting on the side of the window. In addition, there is a stack of pear yellow shelves full of volumes.

In front of the table, Xiao Nianxi glanced at the unfinished book on the table sleepily, closed it without thinking, then closed the window and turned off the light, and lay down in a daze without taking off his clothes.

"What do your eyes want to tell me?" I saw that one of his hands fell casually, and the other hand was weakly resting on his forehead.

He slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Time, like the water under the bridge, slips away.

There was before, Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies.

Today, the young man has a dream and falls into the clouds.

"Whew!!" In Xiao Nianxi's ears, there was a sudden whistling wind.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and was stunned. This place is a lonely cloud flat with broken stones scattered.

He looked around,

Mountains and mountains overlap in the clouds,

The eternal galaxy hangs low in the daytime,

And he himself was standing at the top of the mountain.

Cangshan is not old, and the people of the past are no more.

"Here it is..." Xiao Nianxi stared at everything that jumped into his eyes in a trance, and he was very familiar with it, but he couldn't remember that he had been here once upon a time, which made him suddenly feel a strange sense of being separated from the flying moon

"Roar!!" In the impenetrable fog, there was a loud and strange sound that Xiao Nianxi had never heard before.

When the voice entered his ears, Xiao Nianxi instantly felt the ancient majesty contained in it, and his whole body was shocked, and he was in awe.

Just as Xiao Nianxi was about to retreat to the stone to cover himself, the powerful master rose from the clouds and soared into the sky.

"Roar.." The impoverished creature stopped in the sky, its eyes were blue with rage, its hair was long and fluttering, its clouds and mist were slightly deep, and its long body was covered with golden scales of boundless power that symbolized brilliance. And it also has a pair of giant deer horns, and a strong blade claw that seems to be able to tear the sky apart, and around it, the fairy breath is shrouded in mist, and the smoke waves that will never break.

He floats ninety thousand miles a day,

When I saw the dragon in the blue sky!,

"Dragon!" Xiao Nianxi looked up at it dumbfounded, already forgetful. The dragon has been imprinted in people's hearts since ancient times, the most noble mysterious creature between heaven and earth, and the most supreme transcendent species. At the beginning of ancient times, how many ink travelogues, folklore, and orthodox myths all praised the majesty of the dragon, and even reached the obsessive metamorphosis... But at this point, Xiao Nianxi looked at the golden dragon that was as bright as the sun in the sky, and only felt that all people's writings, paintings, and oral transmissions of the dragon were blasphemy against the dragon itself.

couldn't help himself, Xiao Nianxi stretched out his hand and grabbed it from afar, delusionally wanting to touch the great creature far away in the sky.

"Roar!" "Roar!" "Roar!" Suddenly, three dragon chantings from different directions rose up, shaking the universe. Xiao Nianxi looked around in shock, and when he heard the sound, he seemed to be surrounded by no way out.

The dragon's roar continued to spread in the sky, and in an instant, three equally majestic golden dragons broke through the clouds and soared into the sky. Xiao Nianxi stared at the four mighty flying dragons one by one, and there was a certain kind of absurd desire in his heart, that is, to take off with them, break free from the shackles, and travel to the sky.

He couldn't help but think of the sea of clouds on the peaks of Niu Hump Mountain. Just as he was reminiscing, the light here dimmed like a dark cloud, and he instinctively looked up, which didn't matter if he didn't care, and it almost didn't make him feel shocked.

On the stone platform of Yunfeng, where he was, there was a terrifying dragon hovering that covered Qiongguang's head and was even larger.

Suddenly, the flood erupted,

The mountains shake in the rain, and the rain spreads in the mountains,

Xiao Nianxi's whole body was drenched, and he looked at the giant dragon tremblingly, its body was scarred and scaly, and what was even more shocking was that it only had a broken horn on its head. However, the aura of this giant dragon was extremely strong, and the arc length of the dragon's claws became more terrifying, compared to the other four golden dragons, they suddenly looked small and exquisite.

At the same time, what Xiao Nianxi felt in it was not the awe of the noble beings from the depths of the soul, but... Submission and fear of its brutal appearance.

The heavenly river pours three thousand feet,

Under the eyes of the dragon full of poignant slaughter, Xiao Nianxi felt deeply devastated and exhausted. Just when he was about to be powerless to resist this coercion, the one-horned dragon slowly spoke, and his voice was like the clock of the world, and said: "Geometric starry years, I will finally see you, red. ”

The rain curtain froze in an instant.

Hearing the name Hongze, Xiao Nianxi was stunned for a moment, and then his mind suddenly surged out of confusion and confusion, which made him have a headache. He immediately resisted fiercely and hugged his head tightly, his face frightened, "Who is Hongze? ？”

"Boom ——!" In an instant, one after another fierce and angry black thunder broke out uncontrollably, and began to run wildly around Xiao Nianxi's body, as if to declare that all things - their own master is inviolable. Otherwise, it will rain down the wrath of the Black Thunder, a terrible and cold divine punishment.

"Roar!!"

The rain destroys the rocks,

The four golden dragons roared in unison. The one-horned dragon couldn't see this faint struggle for status, it was only a little disappointed and sad in the dragon's eyes.

It looked at itself in a low voice, "Powerful as you, and you can't put your fate away?"

It raised its head to the sky, "What is the way of heaven in the world?"

It bowed its head to people, "This king, here is the kindness of saving your life in the past." ”

Five dragon roars - the angry words of the wilderness.

The sky was horrified—it resounded.

"Don't let us down. ”

The sea of rain covers thousands of peaks.