how to kill a dragon

Dingzhou City, hundreds of years have passed in the world.

It's the Star Festival again.

Legend has it that in ancient times, the gods fought against the gods, and God was so angry that they sent a large number of locusts to eat crops on the earth. The ancestors here in Dingzhou saw that the people were about to starve to death, so they cut down many pine branches and wild Artemisia branches and made them into torches, and led the people to light them up. Go to the field to burn the worms.

This day is the Torch Festival.

The hero is far away. In order to commemorate the hero who has gone away, Dingzhou people will light torches on this night, carnival all night, and tell their ancestors that they are doing well now, please don’t worry about them.

But now this allusion is rarely remembered, and the hero who led people to burn torches to expel locusts in the dark has also been forgotten by people, and the temple commemorating this hero has long since disappeared.

People no longer light torches for the heroes who have gone far away in the dust. The current Xinghui Festival is only to commemorate the little sister Bao who saved the entire Dingzhou during the catastrophe.

Today's Dingzhou City is a bustling scene, with carved cars competing on the long street, BMWs competing on the main road, dazzling gold and emerald greens, and fragrant Luo Qi.People come and go, rubbing shoulders, above the brightly lit high-rises and small buildings, there are new voices laughing in the willows and flowers, and tuning the strings in teahouses and restaurants.

There is no city wall in Dingzhou City, and Auntie Xiaobao sits here all year round to take care of the people of Dingzhou. They don't have to worry about wars and bandits looting here. As long as Xiaobao is still there, no one, demons, or other gods will dare to come here.

'It's windy, it's raining, and I have to go.

It's dusk, it's getting dark, and I feel uneasy.

The white mist has not dissipated, and the distant mountains seem to be reflected. '

This is a folk song passed down from mouth to mouth in Dingzhou. The melody is catchy, and everyone will sing it at the Xinghui Torch Festival.

'The rootless water falls to the ground quietly, and everything is washed away. '

"People live a lifetime, cuckoo March."

The return date of the soul, the safe place.

Xinghe accompanied and guarded piously. '

In the center of the square, torches were burning. People dressed in various clothes, holding hands, sang and danced around the pile of soaring torches. Everyone had happy and happy smiles on their faces.

"People live a lifetime, cuckoo March."

The return date of the soul, the safe place.

Xinghe accompanied and guarded piously. '

On the tall buildings and small buildings, cigarette smoke floats from the exquisite gilded small furnace. The shape of mountains is carved on the furnace cover. There are figures and animals arranged naturally on the mountain.

Xiaobao sat in the middle, lowered her head slightly, and looked at the enthusiastic people singing and dancing in the square. Xiaobao used to dance and sing and dance with everyone. She still likes to watch them dance like this, but she no longer dances with them.

She has become a god, with thousands of beliefs in her body, and her own aura of heaven and earth is like a shadow in her actions. If she dances with the believers now, it will make the believers be influenced by her.

No one can refuse the opportunity to be close to the god they believe in with all their heart.

Unknowingly, a green willow branch appeared in Xiaobao's hand. The willow branch was narrow and long, and her fingers were also slender. The hand holding the willow branch was glowing white. In the thin smoke and candlelight, there was an unprovoked elegance, which made people easily think of the charming poem "fold the willow, hold this to send to your lover".

Xiaobao went to the window, holding a willow branch. When the willow branch appeared, the cigarette smoke in the room scattered without wind, flowing along with Xiaobao's movements, and a faint white light flashed on the willow branch, which was not inferior even under the brilliance of thousands of lights, and also reflected Xiaobao's face brilliantly.

With a light wave of Xiaobao's arm, countless white lights splashed from the tips of the willow branches like fireworks, suddenly cut through the sky, and sprinkled on the people who were singing and dancing.

The people who felt Xiaobao's blessing cheered, and the singing and dancing became more and more enthusiastic.

Tonight, the moon is full of stars, and the whole night is full of carnival.

"Old man, where is your money, show me it! You are so courageous, you dare not give me money!"

"I clearly saw that you paid your salary today, where did you hide it! You still haven't taken it out! Do you want to die!"

Under the tall building, in the shadow of the alley, a thin young man punched and kicked a lame old man who was lying on the ground, mercilessly, "You will still rely on me to take care of your coffin in the future! If you don't give me the money now, when you die in the future, I will throw you into a mass grave!"

The gray-haired old man huddled up very skillfully, hugged his head, curled his legs around his chest and abdomen, and turned his back to the young man who punched and kicked him with his back, trying his best to protect his fragile inner organs.

His movements are proficient, as if he has experienced such things many times.

"I don't, stop beating, son, I'm your father, stop beating, I really have no money, I really have no money!"

"Today is the holiday, the boss just gave us a piece of meat, no money! My son! My son! Stop beating, you will kill my father soon! My son!"

The old man cried out mournfully. He no longer dared to pray for his son to show kindness and let him go. He just asked him to kick a few more times today.

He endured his son's kicking and beating, but he still cried out "son", "son".

The young man kicked hard a few times, and sure enough he was tired from kicking. Panting heavily, he spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the white-haired old man, "If you don't give me any money, I won't beat you to death! Dog, look at your virtue!"

The young man patted his dusty trousers, cursed and left the shadow beyond the thousands of lights.

The old man huddled on the ground and didn't make a sound for a long time.

His hair was gray, his body was covered with footprints, and his skin, which was not covered by his clothes, was covered with bruises. It looked so pitiful.

When Xiaobao held the willow branch and blessed the whole Dingzhou, a white light disappeared into the corner of the shadow, the old man trembled and stretched slightly, as if he felt better.

Xiaobao looked down at the farce of the son beating his father, but he didn't show his power, so he went to help the poor old father.

300 years ago, the two men were also father and son.

This father sold his daughter and used the money from selling his daughter to support his son to study. Perhaps because of his lack of talent, the son took his sister's money from selling himself, but he did not get any fame. After studying for more than ten years, he only learned all the words in the end.

Desperately returned home from school, got married, gave birth to a pair of lovely children, and lived an ordinary life.

And although this father did not live a life of great wealth and wealth, he died well, and ended his life with a smile surrounded by his sons and grandchildren.

Oh, by the way, 300 years ago, there was a mother in this family. This mother went crazy for some reason, rushed into the rain in the pouring rain, slipped on her feet, fell into the rough river, and never returned home.

Thanks for the lost memory, I will never remember my classmates' monthly ticket support!