Tuobaling looked at Yang Ruoqing: "What exactly do you want to know? My life experience?"

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "No, I don't really want to know your life story, because it may be a sad story."

"What I want to know is your purpose of appearing deep in Mianniu Mountain, your true purpose!"

Tuobaling looked at Yang Ruoqing deeply, as if hesitating and thinking.

Just when Yang Ruoqing thought he still didn't want to say anything and was about to put more pressure on her, Tuobaling spoke up.

"Okay, it doesn't hurt to tell you," he said.

"This thing comes from a legend. I'm not sure whether there is such a thing in this world. I'll just treat it as a story and tell it to you!"

"Stories? I like listening to stories the most." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Wait a minute, I haven't had lunch yet. To listen to this story, there must be wine and food," she said.

"Forget it about drinking. My men don't like me drinking. Let's go over there and get some game to roast and eat. We'll talk while we eat." She said.

Tuobaling's head is covered with black lines.

This woman named Yang Ruoqing turns out to be a foodie.

"Why are you so stunned? Come up with me quickly!" Yang Ruoqing walked for a while and found Tuobaling still standing there. She couldn't help but waved to him and shouted.

Tuobaling came back to his senses and said, "Here he comes."

…

I threw two fish racks and grilled them over the fire until they were sizzling.

Yang Ruoqing flipped the grilled fish and listened to Tuobaling talking about the legendary story.

"It's said to be a legend because this incident is said to have happened in your territory of Daqi..." he said.

"Wait a minute!" Yang Ruoqing suddenly raised her hand, interrupting Tuobaling's words.

"We can't call you Daqi. Don't forget that the real blood flowing in your body is also Daqi's."

"Your father, your mother, your Cao family is a branch of the Yingchuan Cao family, authentic descendants of Daqi," she said.

Tuobaling bit his lip, and something complicated flashed across his eyes.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Go on, I'm listening."

Tuobaling nodded and continued talking.

"A long time ago, so long ago that I don't know which dynasty it was, the area to the south was said to be a small country whose name has long been unknown."

"At that time, in a small town in this small country, there was a very loving young couple."

"My husband is a well-known local blacksmith. He can not only make agricultural tools for the common people in all seasons, but also make various magical weapons."

"At that time, the world was in chaos and wars were frequent. The king of their small country was in urgent need of such talented people who could make weapons, so he ordered the couple to make swords."

"My husband forges swords regardless of the cold or heat, which is almost crazy."

"My wife was wiping his sweat and fanning him, just like every day for ten years."

"It is said that at that time, the refined iron required to cast the Divine Sword could not be melted. If the iron was not melted, the sword could not be completed."

"If you can't forge a sword, the king will kill everyone in his family."

"The husband finally sacrificed his body to the sword and jumped into the furnace, and the Excalibur finally came out."

"One male and one female, two divine swords,"

"In order to commemorate her husband, the wife named the divine sword after two people. The male sword is called Moye, and the female sword is called Ganjiang."

"The wife dedicated the female sword Gan Jiang to the king and left behind the male sword Moye."

"Later, when the villain Gao Mi found out that Mo Xie's wife had secretly hidden the sword, Long Yan was furious and ordered her to be arrested."

"My wife was surrounded by officers and soldiers, and she would rather die than hand over the sword box she held in her arms."

"He was killed in the end, and his blood fell on the sword box. At this moment, the sword box fell to the ground, and the male sword Moye emerged from the sky. The sword energy was so strong that no nearby officers and soldiers survived."

"Xiongjian Moxie turned into a black dragon, took his wife's body and flew away into the clouds. It landed in a place called Mianniu Mountain and disappeared into the forest."

"It is said that on the second day of February every year, the black dragon will circle on the top of the mountain and scream."

"The sobs sounded like they were paying homage to someone. It turned out that the sixth day of February was the day when my husband, Moye, sacrificed his body to the sword, and the divine sword came out."

"So that black dragon will hover in the sky on the top of the mountain on that day every year, calling for wind and rain, lightning and thunder."

"The local people were frightened and awed, so they worshiped the dragon on this day. Therefore, the Dragon Head-Heading Festival was born on the second day of February, which continues to this day."

Hearing Tuo Ba Ling's words, Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes wide in surprise.

"I remembered something!" she said.

"What's the matter?" Tuobaling asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I have read the county annals of Wanghai County before, and there is indeed a record like this in the county annals."

"However, there is a slight discrepancy between the black dragon recorded in the county annals and the one I told you about." She said.

Tuobaling raised his eyebrows, "Then what does the Wanghai County Chronicle say?"

Yang Ruoqing thought hard and said, "The county annals say that every year on the second day of the second lunar month, the dragon raises its head."

"It's because there is a black dragon coming from the east to visit its mother dragon in Mianniu Mountain."

"It is said that the old female dragon is hiding somewhere in Mianniu Mountain, so on the day when the dragon visits her mother, there will usually be strong winds, heavy rain, lightning and thunder in our area."

"In addition to offering sacrifices and placing offerings, every household also has to hang a scale on the eaves of their home."

"Because they say that the old scale is the incarnation of the old dragon. It is hung at the door. When the black dragon passing by on the roof sees it, it will give him some face and won't swing it with its tail, so our place will not be destroyed by floods.

A house can keep you safe."

After listening to Yang Ruoqing's words, Tuobaling smiled.

"Unexpectedly, this black dragon is still a filial son." He said.

Yang Ruoqing said: "In the version you mentioned, there is an infatuated husband."

Because the black dragon was transformed by the divine sword Moye, it represents the husband.

Tuobaling nodded and continued: "The version I heard, there is also a later version."

"Oh?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, "Then go on and I won't interrupt."

Tuobaling organized his thoughts and continued: "The existence of the black dragon seems to have displeased God. Later, five thunders fell from the sky, beating the black dragon to death."

"The black dragon fell into a long sleep. This sleep has changed the world."

"Five hundred years later, one day, a farmer plowed the field at the foot of the mountain and plowed out a long stone box."

"The moment the farmer opened the stone box out of curiosity, a ray of white light flew out from the stone box."

"It transformed into a white dragon in mid-air. At the same time, the black dragon that had been sleeping in the mountains finally woke up from its long sleep as if it had received some kind of response."

"Two dragons, one white and one black, intertwined together like a pair of long-lost lovers. Finally, the two dragons disappeared together in Mianniu Mountain."

"From now on, there are no more rumors about the male and female swords of Mo Xie and Gan Jiang."

After Tuobaling said all this, he found that Yang Ruoqing, who had been chattering before, had become quiet.

The grilled fish was already cooked, exuding a tantalizing aroma, but as a foodie before, she didn't make any movement at this moment.
Chapter completed!