Chapter 1955: Wangjiang Dragon Girl
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Tian Jingying screamed by Qulan, and the sound of the guqin rained like smoke.
The drizzle is like silk, the mist is like smoke, falling on the eaves, on the stone slab, on every leaf, and on everyone's heart.
Pedestrians on the road came under umbrellas, most of them walked easily, and seemed to bring some of the leisure and calmness unique to Jiangnan. After stepping on the puddles of the ground, shimmering gleams would appear.
In the evening, the rain gradually became heavier.
The sky darkened early, the rain fell down the eaves like a curtain of rain, and the city lights came on early, passing through the rain curtain appeared hazy, adding a little confusion and tranquility.
Luoxuelou is still the same as always.
The feminine singing and music of the woman reverberated, and people kept coming and leaving.
Some people come here simply to appreciate singing and dancing, some just to vent their desires, and some have both. Everyone has a different purpose. Luoxuelou welcomes visitors from all directions.
"Where's the white girl, we want to listen to the piano music of the white girl!"
"Brother came a step late, and the white girl left here yesterday."
"Leave? Why do you want to leave?"
"People are free, so naturally they want to leave and leave."
Luoxuelou did not have the Jingya of the previous days, and the noisy noise almost never stopped.
Sister Lan was very helpless, she could only continue to laugh and explain.
Who made the white girl's piano music super vulgar, she also looks like a fairy, almost half of the guests come for her, and come from far away but can't see a beautiful woman, she will not give up easily.
"Oh, Master Li, don't make it difficult for me. I really don't know where the white girl has gone."
"Boss Feng, even if there are more spirit crystals, it's useless. The white girl left yesterday."
"Even I only know that her name is Miss White, and I don't know anything else..."
Fortunately, the background of Luoxuelou is good, and not many guests dare to really make trouble, so they can only vent their dissatisfaction a little bit.
Xu Xian stayed in the corner, looking at the front stage in a daze.
The white girl sitting there caressed the figure of Guqin as if yesterday, her pure face was not like the beauty of the world, as if the real fairy in the sky had descended into the earthly world.
"Brother, are you still thinking about that white girl?" The black-clothed boy patted Xu Xian on the shoulder and asked with a smile.
"Um." Xu Xian listened to the noise around him, basically related to the white girl, and simply nodded, "That's right."
The black-clothed boy shook his head and poured himself a cup of tea. After taking a sip, he sighed slightly: "I advise you to die early. She and us are not in the same world."
After seeing the white girl for the first time, he went home and mentioned it to his father.
The response he got was also very simple, asking him not to have any communication with the white girl. The black-clothed boy clearly remembered his father's expression at the time.
Xu Xian smiled bitterly.
He didn't know this, but when Shiqiao met for the first time that day, the fairy-like figure was deeply imprinted in his mind. In his dream, he walked with her on the lakeside, playing only for him to play the piano.
But for some reason, the night before yesterday suddenly didn't dream of a familiar figure again.
And not only that, the figure of the white girl in her mind seems to gradually become illusory, as if an unreal dream, it has gradually come to the time of waking from the dream.
Xu Xian was afraid that he would forget the white girl, and forget that he had met with her in life.
…
Looking at Jiangxi to see the blue sky, roaring thousands of miles to touch the dragon gate.
It only takes a moment to shed the Milky Way.
The long wind raged against the high waves, flying moonlight and frost. The rocks pierced through the sky, the stormy waves hit the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.
This is the turbulent surging of the river.
The overwhelming water waves came from the west and swept towards the east. The wide river surface could not see the end, the sound was like muffled thunder, and the fresh water mist misted the river water.
There are literati and ink guests on the riverside admiring the wonders of the world in front of them, and they will drink and write poems and splash ink to paint.
The cultivator sits quietly on the boulder, in order to perceive the power of the heaven and the earth, and may be able to comprehend a certain artistic conception from the Taotao River and become a master of the generation.
There was a war on the river bank, the sound of the tragic fighting was covered by the sound of the river, and there were corpses falling into the turbulent river water, even if they were completely swallowed up, leaving no trace.
Occasionally, we can see terrifying beasts flashing away from under the river. No one knows how many creatures live in Wangjiang, and how much history is buried in these long years.
On the bank of the Wangjiang River.
The girl in the snow-white dress walked forward slowly, holding an equally snow-white umbrella, like a lady going out for fun from a wealthy family, admiring the beautiful natural scenery.
The river bank is steep and the river water is rushing, and you can clearly feel the cold water vapor on your face.
Bai squinted her eyes, feeling very cordial, and could vaguely feel the welcome expressed by Wang Jiang for her visit.
Putting away the umbrella, he let out a sigh of relief, and jumped into the river.
On the pavilion in the distance, a young man with the appearance of a famous scholar has just finished writing. In front of him is an ink painting looking at the river in rainy weather.
Want to come, where is the frustrated woman?
Perhaps it is suffering from love, or it may be other sufferings, the world is the way it is, or it may be free, at least not having to endure the suffering of this world.
Not waiting to express emotion, then I will see the unforgettable scenes of a lifetime.
A huge white figure loomed from under the water surface, the tail tore the water surface, arousing bursts of white waves, the scales were white as jade, and the back and tail were covered with hideous spurs, giving it a unique beauty.
Subconsciously thinking of the woman in white that I saw just now, she suddenly widened her eyes and exclaimed: "White Dragon!"
The people next to him heard the scholar's voice and followed his gaze subconsciously, but they could only see the white dragon's tail submerged into the water, which was soon smoothed by the waves.
"What kind of creature is that?!"
"Such a huge body, at least a hundred meters in size!"
"Haha, is it true that as Brother Ye said, it is the legendary white dragon that appeared?"
Everyone said with a smile, they were all in a very good mood, but such scenes were rare.
As for Bailong's statement, he didn't seem to believe it, except that it was a rare white beast in Wangjiang.
"It must be the White Dragon." The scholar called Brother Ye took a deep breath and looked very serious. "Just now I clearly saw a famous woman in white with a white umbrella on the shore, she jumped directly into the river, and then It's the scene we saw just now."
The laughter gradually ceased, and the scholar's expression was serious, not as if he was joking.
"Really Bailong?"
Some people murmured in disbelief, dragons only exist in legends, let alone them, even those powerful sect forces have never seen them.
The scholar writes again and puts on the wet paint again. He wants to paint the scene he has just seen.
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Tian Jingying screamed by Qulan, and the sound of the guqin rained like smoke.
The drizzle is like silk, the mist is like smoke, falling on the eaves, on the stone slab, on every leaf, and on everyone's heart.
Pedestrians on the road came under umbrellas, most of them walked easily, and seemed to bring some of the leisure and calmness unique to Jiangnan. After stepping on the puddles of the ground, shimmering gleams would appear.
In the evening, the rain gradually became heavier.
The sky darkened early, the rain fell down the eaves like a curtain of rain, and the city lights came on early, passing through the rain curtain appeared hazy, adding a little confusion and tranquility.
Luoxuelou is still the same as always.
The feminine singing and music of the woman reverberated, and people kept coming and leaving.
Some people come here simply to appreciate singing and dancing, some just to vent their desires, and some have both. Everyone has a different purpose. Luoxuelou welcomes visitors from all directions.
"Where's the white girl, we want to listen to the piano music of the white girl!"
"Brother came a step late, and the white girl left here yesterday."
"Leave? Why do you want to leave?"
"People are free, so naturally they want to leave and leave."
Luoxuelou did not have the Jingya of the previous days, and the noisy noise almost never stopped.
Sister Lan was very helpless, she could only continue to laugh and explain.
Who made the white girl's piano music super vulgar, she also looks like a fairy, almost half of the guests come for her, and come from far away but can't see a beautiful woman, she will not give up easily.
"Oh, Master Li, don't make it difficult for me. I really don't know where the white girl has gone."
"Boss Feng, even if there are more spirit crystals, it's useless. The white girl left yesterday."
"Even I only know that her name is Miss White, and I don't know anything else..."
Fortunately, the background of Luoxuelou is good, and not many guests dare to really make trouble, so they can only vent their dissatisfaction a little bit.
Xu Xian stayed in the corner, looking at the front stage in a daze.
The white girl sitting there caressed the figure of Guqin as if yesterday, her pure face was not like the beauty of the world, as if the real fairy in the sky had descended into the earthly world.
"Brother, are you still thinking about that white girl?" The black-clothed boy patted Xu Xian on the shoulder and asked with a smile.
"Um." Xu Xian listened to the noise around him, basically related to the white girl, and simply nodded, "That's right."
The black-clothed boy shook his head and poured himself a cup of tea. After taking a sip, he sighed slightly: "I advise you to die early. She and us are not in the same world."
After seeing the white girl for the first time, he went home and mentioned it to his father.
The response he got was also very simple, asking him not to have any communication with the white girl. The black-clothed boy clearly remembered his father's expression at the time.
Xu Xian smiled bitterly.
He didn't know this, but when Shiqiao met for the first time that day, the fairy-like figure was deeply imprinted in his mind. In his dream, he walked with her on the lakeside, playing only for him to play the piano.
But for some reason, the night before yesterday suddenly didn't dream of a familiar figure again.
And not only that, the figure of the white girl in her mind seems to gradually become illusory, as if an unreal dream, it has gradually come to the time of waking from the dream.
Xu Xian was afraid that he would forget the white girl, and forget that he had met with her in life.
…
Looking at Jiangxi to see the blue sky, roaring thousands of miles to touch the dragon gate.
It only takes a moment to shed the Milky Way.
The long wind raged against the high waves, flying moonlight and frost. The rocks pierced through the sky, the stormy waves hit the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.
This is the turbulent surging of the river.
The overwhelming water waves came from the west and swept towards the east. The wide river surface could not see the end, the sound was like muffled thunder, and the fresh water mist misted the river water.
There are literati and ink guests on the riverside admiring the wonders of the world in front of them, and they will drink and write poems and splash ink to paint.
The cultivator sits quietly on the boulder, in order to perceive the power of the heaven and the earth, and may be able to comprehend a certain artistic conception from the Taotao River and become a master of the generation.
There was a war on the river bank, the sound of the tragic fighting was covered by the sound of the river, and there were corpses falling into the turbulent river water, even if they were completely swallowed up, leaving no trace.
Occasionally, we can see terrifying beasts flashing away from under the river. No one knows how many creatures live in Wangjiang, and how much history is buried in these long years.
On the bank of the Wangjiang River.
The girl in the snow-white dress walked forward slowly, holding an equally snow-white umbrella, like a lady going out for fun from a wealthy family, admiring the beautiful natural scenery.
The river bank is steep and the river water is rushing, and you can clearly feel the cold water vapor on your face.
Bai squinted her eyes, feeling very cordial, and could vaguely feel the welcome expressed by Wang Jiang for her visit.
Putting away the umbrella, he let out a sigh of relief, and jumped into the river.
On the pavilion in the distance, a young man with the appearance of a famous scholar has just finished writing. In front of him is an ink painting looking at the river in rainy weather.
Want to come, where is the frustrated woman?
Perhaps it is suffering from love, or it may be other sufferings, the world is the way it is, or it may be free, at least not having to endure the suffering of this world.
Not waiting to express emotion, then I will see the unforgettable scenes of a lifetime.
A huge white figure loomed from under the water surface, the tail tore the water surface, arousing bursts of white waves, the scales were white as jade, and the back and tail were covered with hideous spurs, giving it a unique beauty.
Subconsciously thinking of the woman in white that I saw just now, she suddenly widened her eyes and exclaimed: "White Dragon!"
The people next to him heard the scholar's voice and followed his gaze subconsciously, but they could only see the white dragon's tail submerged into the water, which was soon smoothed by the waves.
"What kind of creature is that?!"
"Such a huge body, at least a hundred meters in size!"
"Haha, is it true that as Brother Ye said, it is the legendary white dragon that appeared?"
Everyone said with a smile, they were all in a very good mood, but such scenes were rare.
As for Bailong's statement, he didn't seem to believe it, except that it was a rare white beast in Wangjiang.
"It must be the White Dragon." The scholar called Brother Ye took a deep breath and looked very serious. "Just now I clearly saw a famous woman in white with a white umbrella on the shore, she jumped directly into the river, and then It's the scene we saw just now."
The laughter gradually ceased, and the scholar's expression was serious, not as if he was joking.
"Really Bailong?"
Some people murmured in disbelief, dragons only exist in legends, let alone them, even those powerful sect forces have never seen them.
The scholar writes again and puts on the wet paint again. He wants to paint the scene he has just seen.
Tian Jingying screamed by Qulan, and the sound of the guqin rained like smoke.The drizzle is like silk, the mist is like smoke, falling on the eaves, on the stone slab, on every leaf, and on everyone's heart.Pedestrians on the road came under umbrellas, most of them walked easily, and seemed to bring some of the leisure and calmness unique to Jiangnan. After stepping on the puddles of the ground, shimmering gleams would appear.In the evening, the rain gradually became heavier.The sky darkened early, the rain fell down the eaves like a curtain of rain, and the city lights came on early, passing through the rain curtain appeared hazy, adding a little confusion and tranquility.Luoxuelou is still the same as always.The feminine singing and music of the woman reverberated, and people kept coming and leaving.Some people come here simply to appreciate singing and dancing, some just to vent their desires, and some have both. Everyone has a different purpose. Luoxuelou welcomes visitors from all directions."Where's the white girl, we want to listen to the piano music of the white girl!""Brother came a step late, and the white girl left here yesterday.""Leave? Why do you want to leave?""People are free, so naturally they want to leave and leave."Luoxuelou did not have the Jingya of the previous days, and the noisy noise almost never stopped.Sister Lan was very helpless, she could only continue to laugh and explain.Who made the white girl's piano music super vulgar, she also looks like a fairy, almost half of the guests come for her, and come from far away but can't see a beautiful woman, she will not give up easily."Oh, Master Li, don't make it difficult for me. I really don't know where the white girl has gone.""Boss Feng, even if there are more spirit crystals, it's useless. The white girl left yesterday.""Even I only know that her name is Miss White, and I don't know anything else..."Fortunately, the background of Luoxuelou is good, and not many guests dare to really make trouble, so they can only vent their dissatisfaction a little bit.Xu Xian stayed in the corner, looking at the front stage in a daze.The white girl sitting there caressed the figure of Guqin as if yesterday, her pure face was not like the beauty of the world, as if the real fairy in the sky had descended into the earthly world."Brother, are you still thinking about that white girl?" The black-clothed boy patted Xu Xian on the shoulder and asked with a smile."Um." Xu Xian listened to the noise around him, basically related to the white girl, and simply nodded, "That's right."The black-clothed boy shook his head and poured himself a cup of tea. After taking a sip, he sighed slightly: "I advise you to die early. She and us are not in the same world."After seeing the white girl for the first time, he went home and mentioned it to his father.The response he got was also very simple, asking him not to have any communication with the white girl. The black-clothed boy clearly remembered his father's expression at the time.Xu Xian smiled bitterly.He didn't know this, but when Shiqiao met for the first time that day, the fairy-like figure was deeply imprinted in his mind. In his dream, he walked with her on the lakeside, playing only for him to play the piano.But for some reason, the night before yesterday suddenly didn't dream of a familiar figure again.And not only that, the figure of the white girl in her mind seems to gradually become illusory, as if an unreal dream, it has gradually come to the time of waking from the dream.Xu Xian was afraid that he would forget the white girl, and forget that he had met with her in life.Looking at Jiangxi to see the blue sky, roaring thousands of miles to touch the dragon gate.It only takes a moment to shed the Milky Way.The long wind raged against the high waves, flying moonlight and frost. The rocks pierced through the sky, the stormy waves hit the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.This is the turbulent surging of the river.The overwhelming water waves came from the west and swept towards the east. The wide river surface could not see the end, the sound was like muffled thunder, and the fresh water mist misted the river water.There are literati and ink guests on the riverside admiring the wonders of the world in front of them, and they will drink and write poems and splash ink to paint.The cultivator sits quietly on the boulder, in order to perceive the power of the heaven and the earth, and may be able to comprehend a certain artistic conception from the Taotao River and become a master of the generation.There was a war on the river bank, the sound of the tragic fighting was covered by the sound of the river, and there were corpses falling into the turbulent river water, even if they were completely swallowed up, leaving no trace.Occasionally, we can see terrifying beasts flashing away from under the river. No one knows how many creatures live in Wangjiang, and how much history is buried in these long years.On the bank of the Wangjiang River.The girl in the snow-white dress walked forward slowly, holding an equally snow-white umbrella, like a lady going out for fun from a wealthy family, admiring the beautiful natural scenery.The river bank is steep and the river water is rushing, and you can clearly feel the cold water vapor on your face.Bai squinted her eyes, feeling very cordial, and could vaguely feel the welcome expressed by Wang Jiang for her visit.Putting away the umbrella, he let out a sigh of relief, and jumped into the river.On the pavilion in the distance, a young man with the appearance of a famous scholar has just finished writing. In front of him is an ink painting looking at the river in rainy weather.Want to come, where is the frustrated woman?Perhaps it is suffering from love, or it may be other sufferings, the world is the way it is, or it may be free, at least not having to endure the suffering of this world.Not waiting to express emotion, then I will see the unforgettable scenes of a lifetime.A huge white figure loomed from under the water surface, the tail tore the water surface, arousing bursts of white waves, the scales were white as jade, and the back and tail were covered with hideous spurs, giving it a unique beauty.Subconsciously thinking of the woman in white that I saw just now, she suddenly widened her eyes and exclaimed: "White Dragon!"The people next to him heard the scholar's voice and followed his gaze subconsciously, but they could only see the white dragon's tail submerged into the water, which was soon smoothed by the waves."What kind of creature is that?!""Such a huge body, at least a hundred meters in size!""Haha, is it true that as Brother Ye said, it is the legendary white dragon that appeared?"Everyone said with a smile, they were all in a very good mood, but such scenes were rare.As for Bailong's statement, he didn't seem to believe it, except that it was a rare white beast in Wangjiang."It must be the White Dragon." The scholar called Brother Ye took a deep breath and looked very serious. "Just now I clearly saw a famous woman in white with a white umbrella on the shore, she jumped directly into the river, and then It's the scene we saw just now."The laughter gradually ceased, and the scholar's expression was serious, not as if he was joking."Really Bailong?"Some people murmured in disbelief, dragons only exist in legends, let alone them, even those powerful sect forces have never seen them.The scholar writes again and puts on the wet paint again. He wants to paint the scene he has just seen.
