Chapter 1955 Wangjiang Dragon Girl

Tianjing's warbler sings with the song, and the sound of the guqin is like smoke.

The drizzle is like silk, and the mist is like smoke, falling on the eaves, on the stone slabs, on every leaf, and on everyone's heart.

Pedestrians on the road came with umbrellas, most of them walked easily, and they seemed to have a bit of leisure and calmness unique to Jiangnan. When they stepped on the puddles on the ground, there would be bursts of shimmering light.

In the evening, the rain gradually started to fall.

The sky became dark early, and the raindrops fell along the eaves like a curtain of rain, and the city lights also lit up early, and it appeared hazy through the rain curtain, adding a little confusion and tranquility.

Luoxuelou is still the same as before.

The woman's soft singing and music echoed, and people kept coming and people leaving.

Some people come here just to enjoy singing and dancing, some just to vent their desires, and some have both. Everyone has different purposes. Luoxuelou welcomes visitors from all over the world.

"As for Miss Bai, we want to listen to Miss Bai's music!"

"Brother came a step late, Miss Bai left here yesterday."

"Leave? Why leave?"

"People are free, so naturally they leave when they want to leave."

Luoxuelou has lost the quiet elegance of a few days ago, and the noise has almost never stopped.

Sister Lan was very helpless and could only keep laughing and explaining.

Who made Bai girl's qin music extraordinary, she also looked like a fairy, almost most of the guests came for her, and she would not give up easily if she came all the way but couldn't see a beautiful woman.

"Oh, Master Li, don't make it hard for me, I really don't know where Miss Bai has gone."

"Boss Feng, no matter how many spirit crystals there are, it's useless. Miss Bai left yesterday."

"Even I only know that her name is Miss Bai, and I don't know anything else..."

Fortunately, Luoxuelou has a good background, and not many guests dare to make trouble, so they can only vent their dissatisfaction a little.

Xu Xian stayed in the corner, looking at the stage in front of him in a trance.

The figure of Miss Bai sitting there stroking the guqin is like yesterday, her innocent face is not like the beauty of the world, as if a real fairy in the sky has descended on the mortal world.

"Brother, are you still thinking about that white girl?" The boy in black patted Xu Xian on the shoulder and asked with a smile.

"Uh." Xu Xian listened to the noise around him, which was basically related to Miss Bai, so he simply nodded, "That's right."

The boy in black shook his head, poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip and sighed softly: "I advise you to die early, she and we are not in the same world."

After seeing the white girl for the first time, he went home and mentioned the matter to his father.

The response he got was also very simple, telling him to never have any interaction with the white girl. The boy in black clearly remembered his father's expression at that 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.

But for some reason, the night before yesterday, I suddenly did not dream of a familiar figure again.

And not only that, the figure of Miss Bai in her mind also seemed to gradually become illusory, as if an unreal dream had gradually come to the time of waking up.

Xu Xian was afraid that he would forget Miss Bai and that he had met her in his life.

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Looking at Jiangxi to fight the blue sky, roaring thousands of miles to touch the dragon gate.

It will only take a moment if the Milky Way is poured out or not.

The long wind raged and the high waves swept across the moonlight and frost. The rocks pierced through the air, the waves crashed on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.

This is the turbulent view of the river.

The monstrous water waves came from the west and swept away toward the east. The wide river could not see the end, the sound was like muffled thunder, and the light mist obscured the river.

On the riverside, there are literati and writers admiring the wonders of heaven and earth in front of them. When they are happy, they will drink and write poems, splash ink and paint.

Practitioners sit quietly on top of the boulders, in order to understand the power of heaven and earth, maybe they can comprehend a certain artistic conception from the Taotao River water and become a generation of masters.

There was a war on the riverside, the sound of tragic fighting was drowned out by the sound of the river water, and corpses continued to fall into the turbulent river water, even if they were completely swallowed up, leaving no trace.

Occasionally, terrifying beasts can be seen flashing away under the river, no one knows how many creatures live in Wangjiang, and how much history has been buried in these long years.

On the banks of the Wangjiang River.

The girl in a snow-white dress walked slowly forward, holding an umbrella of the same snow-white color, like a young lady from a wealthy family going out to play, enjoying the beautiful natural scenery.

The river bank is steep and the river water is rushing, and the cold water vapor can be clearly felt.

Bai squinted his eyes, feeling very cordial, and could vaguely feel the welcome expressed by Wangjiang to her visit.

Put away the umbrella, 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 of a rainy view of the river.

Come to think of it, where is the miserable woman.

Maybe it's because of love, or it may be other suffering, the world is like this, maybe it's good to be free, at least you don't have to endure the pain of this world.

Before I could express my emotions, I saw the unforgettable scene in my life.

A huge white figure looms from under the water, with its tail tearing through the water

On the face, bursts of white waves were aroused, the scales were as white as jade, and the back and tail were covered with ferocious bone spurs, which had a different kind of beauty.

Subconsciously thinking of the woman in white just now, he opened his eyes wide and exclaimed, "White Dragon!"

The person next to him heard the voice of the scholar, and also followed his gaze subconsciously, but could only see that the white dragon tail submerged in the water, and the traces were quickly smoothed out by the water waves.

"What kind of creature is that?!"

"So huge, at least 100 meters in size!"

"Haha, is it really as Brother Ye said, that the legendary white dragon appeared in this world?"

Everyone said with a smile, they were in a very good mood, but such scenes were rare.

As for Bai Long's statement, he didn't seem to believe it, and just thought it was a rare white beast in Wangjiang.

"It must be a white dragon." The scholar called Brother Ye took a deep breath and looked serious, "Just now I clearly saw a woman in white with a white umbrella on the shore, she jumped directly into the river, and then That's what we saw just now."

The laughter gradually subsided, and the scholar's expression was serious, not joking.

"Really White Dragon?"

Some people muttered to themselves in disbelief, dragons only exist in legends, let alone them, even those powerful sects have never seen them.

The scholar started to write again, and he started to write again on the still ink painting. He was going to paint the scene he just saw.