It was a dragon that looked familiar to Shu Guan.
Shu Guan has never seen a real dragon in his whole life, well, plus his whole life, so why did he feel familiar when he saw a dragon for the first time?
The dragon soon came to the sky above the peach forest. It was a dragon about fifty meters long, with black scales all over its body and only one horn on its head.
A half-broken horn.
Shu Guan suddenly understood why he felt familiar when he saw this dragon.
Because this dragon is really similar to the dragon carved on the pillars of the hall in the Immortal Temple, especially the half-cut horn on its head.
The dragon hovered in the sky, lowered its head, and looked at the two people below.
Shu Guan also raised his head and looked at the dragon in the sky with fear.
He didn't expect that there really were creatures like dragons in this world.
And any normal person would inevitably be a little scared when they suddenly see a creature that they had only heard of in myths and legends before their eyes.
But when Shu watched the dragon's eyes, he was suddenly startled.
Because he also saw fear in those golden dragon eyes, the same fear as him, even a fear deeper than him.
Only then did Shu Guan notice that the body of the dragon hovering in the air had been trembling slightly.
Shu watched the dragon and was very frightened.
The dragon looked at them as if he was also scared.
...What is it afraid of? Are you afraid of us? …
Just as doubts arose in Shu Guan's heart, he saw the old cripple raised his hand again and grabbed the dragon in the air.
The dragon body in the sky is extremely huge. Even if it is coiled together, it is still much larger than the hillside below.
The old lame man's body was so small that he looked like an ant in front of the giant dragon.
But the old lame man raised his hand and grabbed the dragon's neck.
The dragon is still big and the hands are still small.
But the dragon was held in that palm, and he didn't even dare to struggle.
This is a scene that paradoxically makes people want to vomit blood visually.
Shu Guan looked at this scene in astonishment, forgetting even his fear for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, Shu watched the old lame man raise his other hand and at the same time look deeply at himself with a strange look.
The next moment, the old lame man struck the dragon's neck with his palm, cutting the dragon's body into two pieces.
The dragon's head soared into the sky.
Golden blood spurted out from the severed dragon's neck, falling from the air like a torrential rain, and fell on Shu Guan's body, covering his head, body and face.
A burst of fiery heat spread throughout Shu Guan's body.
Shu Guan yelled in panic and sat up suddenly.
…
Outside the wooden house, a ray of morning sunlight slanted in.
Shu Guan took a few sharp breaths, then slowly calmed down.
...It turns out that it was just a dream.
There was a wet feeling on his body. Thinking of the situation in his dream, Shu Guan quickly lowered his head and looked down.
There was no golden blood on the clothes, it was just because Jing Meng had sweated a lot that her underwear was a little damp.
Shu Guan shook his head, his head still a little dizzy, so he stood up and prepared to go to the stream to wash his face with cold water.
When he walked out of the wooden house, Shu Guan glanced sideways at the old cripple's grave and smiled bitterly.
This was the first time he dreamed of the old cripple after his death. He didn't know if this was the so-called first seven soul nights, but it didn't have the warm scene he originally expected. Instead, he had such a strange dream.
As the saying goes, you think about it every day and dream about it at night. It seems that deep down in my heart, I still cannot accept that I have to spend my whole life mediocrely in this small mountain village!
Immortal temples, dragons, and the old lame man who he had suspected was an outsider, and the seemingly ordinary but strange little mountain village. In fact, these things had been buried deep in his heart, and he had not completely let go of them.
While walking towards the stream, Shu Guan was thinking about why he had such a strange dream, and came up with an answer that he thought was reasonable.
Walking to the stream, he half-crouched down. Shu Guan picked up a handful of stream water with both hands and wiped it on his face. A cool feeling spread from his face to his whole body. He suddenly felt more awake and had a good sleep last night. I felt that my mind was no longer as hazy as it had been a few days ago, and I felt much better.
Then Shu Guan got up, planning to go home to have something to eat and change clothes, and then come back here to watch the old cripple.
But at this moment, Shu Guan suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at his palm in disbelief.
Between his palms, there were a lot of small black dots at some point.
After being confused for a few seconds, Shu Guan trembled and put his face towards the stream again.
He was a little excited and frightened.
Because he already knew what those black spots that suddenly appeared in his palms were.
That's the black pockmark on his face!
Shu Guan stared at the clear stream, which reflected his face.
There were still many pockmarks on his face, which seemed no different from before.
But Shu Guan knew that his face was different from before!
Because he has been looking at this face for eighteen years.
Although Shu Guan had never counted the number of black pockmarks on his face, he could still tell at a glance that the pockmarks on his face had decreased a lot.
Others may not be able to tell the difference, after all, few people can look directly at his face for more than ten seconds, but Shu Guan himself can still distinguish such subtle changes.
Then, Shu Guan looked at the small black dots in his palm again and remained silent.
These black spots had been growing on his face for eighteen years. The old lame man tried countless methods but could not help him get rid of them, including mashing colorful grass into juice and applying it on his face.
And Shu Guan had personally seen a little girl in the village. Her face was originally covered with freckles. After applying the juice of colorful grass on her face for three days, her entire face became as smooth and white as a newly peeled egg. Any high-tech skin-beautifying products will work in Shuguan's previous life.
This is one of the reasons why the women in Taoyuan Village all look extremely hydrated, because most of them have applied the juice of colorful grass on their faces.
However, such a magical thing could not cure the pockmark on Shu Guan's face. The old lame man did not know how many kinds of herbs he found in the mountains, but could not cure it.
The old cripple once told Shu Guan that the abscesses on his body when he was a child were probably caused by some sinister poison. The old cripple didn't know what kind of poison it was. It was already a great achievement to be able to save a life. Lucky thing.
But why did the pockmark that had never been cured suddenly fall off on its own?
If you can really get rid of the pockmarks on your face, it will be a very happy thing.
But in his excitement, Shu Guan's eyes once again showed endless doubts, and then became weird.
For some reason, he thought of last night's dream again, of the dragon that had been chopped into two parts, and the golden blood that had been spilled from the dragon's body, all over his body.
Slowly, slowly, Shu Guan turned around with some difficulty and looked at the grave of the old cripple not far behind him.
An old man squatted in front of the grave.
"pock."
When Shu Guan turned around, the old man also raised his head and called Shu Guan like this.
