Chapter 45 Chapter 45 Extra Update (Two Updates Combined into One)...
Zhulong Gallbladder is not really the gall in the belly of the ancient mythical beast Zhulong, but the essence of the earth fire born from the volcanoes in the earth veins. Because there is a legend that "Zhulong holds the essence of fire to illuminate the gate of heaven", it is named Zhulong Gallbladder.
Fire spirits possess inherent spirituality, and were extremely valuable in ancient times when spiritual energy was abundant. According to the fragments of consciousness transmitted by Zhu Longdan, the one Lin Xinghuo subdued was far too small. It also suffered from misfortune, having experienced a spiritual energy depletion during its gestation, nearly dissolving in the earth's fire. To seek a glimmer of hope, it was forced to emerge prematurely.
Most tragically, it was born at a time when righteousness was crumbling. The last remaining fire spirit of the human world fell from the eastern sky, plunging into the capital. While burning no trees and shattering the daylight, it claimed the lives of thousands, perhaps even tens of thousands, leaving the dead and injured naked. With the dynasty in turmoil, Zhu Longdan's mere appearance drew immense resentment and fear, and even strange individuals and demons coveted and pursued him. Fleeing north from the lands of prevalent fire virtue, Zhu Longdan found refuge in the monastery left behind by the last remaining Snow Swan. The swan is one of the Five Phoenixes, and the phoenix reaches nirvana every five hundred years. This Snow Swan was forced to leave the human world before it could gather all its branches. Zhu Longdan survived by relying on the branches left behind by the Snow Swan.
Over three hundred years, the dragon's gall was even nurtured a little by the sycamore branches. But when the sycamore trees finally died, and foreign enemies invaded China, China's fortunes were in jeopardy. The loyal souls of the fallen could not rest in peace. The fire spirit, representing the glory of heaven and earth, grew weaker and weaker. One day, a yellow-skinned man accidentally stole the dragon's gall.
Zhu Longdan, pampered by the phoenix's sycamore branches, had become a picky eater, refusing to consume anything less than pure wood spirit. For years, he feigned death amidst the yellow fox's incense ashes. Yet, the yellow fox, believing it to be a treasure worthy of phoenix rebirth, attempted to suppress and absorb it with his spirit, hoping to achieve eternal life like the phoenix. Zhu Longdan remained resistant to the yellow fox until he was awakened by pure wood spirit...
Lin Xinghuo didn't know whether to call herself lucky or unlucky. She and the caracal looked awful. The caracal's fur was half-scorched and shrunken, curling up and instantly slimming down. Meanwhile, Lin Xinghuo's hair looked like it had been tumbled back and forth with a pair of tongs. From a distance, it looked like she had a black steel wool poking out of her head.
As for the clothes backpack, fortunately there is no one here, so I can just change into the clothes in the storage bag.
After recognizing its master, the Candle Dragon Gallbladder rolled onto Lin Xinghuo's wrist, quietly clinging to the spiritual vine and refusing to move. At first glance, it looked like a small scarlet fruit on a green vine, which was quite beautiful.
Returning to Hengliang Mountain, Lin Xinghuo discovered that both of his talisman arrays had been destroyed by the same devastating force that Zhu Longdan had used to drain their spiritual energy. The sound of the landslide had likely spread far and wide, and there was no telling when the nearby brigade would send someone to investigate. Lin Xinghuo didn't dare delay and hurriedly picked up the white jade basin to leave.
Zhulongdan spun around the spiritual vine, and the vine's charred young branches shed a layer of black shell. The fine ashes were swept into the white jade basin by the flame tail of Zhulongdan. The vague consciousness conveyed two words: "Xirang."
"Xirang!" Lin Xinghuo's eyes widened as he looked at the caracal: "Zhu Longdan said this is Xirang?"
The so-called Xiran (Xiran) is said to be a heavenly-grade spiritual soil that can grow on its own, never depleting, and capable of sustaining all spiritual plants in the world! The caracal was licking its half-destroyed fur, its ears drooping listlessly. Upon hearing this, its eyes widened, and it leaned into Lin Xinghuo's arms to look at the speck of ash soil in the white jade basin.
The man and the macaque held their breath, fearing that breathing too hard would blow the treasure away.
After a while, the macaque stretched out his hairy paw and carefully explored it. Suddenly, he relaxed: "It's not heaven-grade, but at least it's Xuan-grade spiritual soil!"
Lin Xinghuo's eyes immediately cast a loving glance at the small red fruit on his wrist. For a poor monk who had to create his own conditions for cultivation, the dragon gall that could produce spiritual soil was much more practical than a whole mountain of gold and silver treasures.
After a moment's thought, Lin Xinghuo looked at the crooked tree that Zhu Longdan had just burned to ashes. Even if it had once been a den of weasels, she wouldn't have despised it in the slightest! Perhaps because her gaze was too intense, Zhu Longdan slowly spoke again, "No, no ordinary wood! We need... a spiritual vine!"
Lin Xinghuo dug out the charcoal ash of the withered vine summoned by the Wood Prisoner Talisman, and Zhu Longdan shook: "No! Too low, too low!"
Dead vines wouldn't work, thorns wouldn't work, not even the yew wood stored in Lin Xinghuo's storage bag... nor would low-level spiritual plants with less-than-pure emotional energy. Lin Xinghuo remembered that the spiritual rice stalks that filled half the room couldn't be turned into spiritual soil, and suddenly felt his shoulders sink. The road ahead was long and arduous! There was only this small spiritual vine on his wrist, and he wondered if the old leaves on the treasure gourd vine in front of the mountain residence could be burned into spiritual soil.
He carefully put the jade basin into the storage bag. For a moment, he felt a little distressed for this white jade basin that nourished the things in it. It was a pity that such a big basin could only grow a few grains of spiritual soil as big as sesame seeds. It was really a case of "a good cook cannot cook without rice".
By the time I returned to Buxiantun, humming a tune, it was already pitch dark. Torch-wielding militiamen on patrol shouted from afar, "Hey man, stop! Who are you? Which group are you from?" This year, Buxiantun had reorganized itself into ten groups based on alleyways for spring plowing and autumn harvest, making arrangements and management easier.
Lin Xinghuo, on the southern slopes, naturally didn't belong to any of the groups. She was so sought after that she had to be singled out to avoid disrupting unity. The militia patrolling now was a newly formed reserve force of young men from each group. The veterans patrolled the second half of the night. Following Lin Xinghuo's instructions, the veterans generally stayed away from the southern slopes. Only the new recruits, with their endless energy, would go the extra mile. "Hey! You're sneaking around! Who are you?"
Is there anyone like him in our village with such a big head? The soldiers were instantly alert, and two of them with hoes stood in front of the man holding the torch.
Lin Xinghuo, who had just released the restriction on the back mountain valley and wanted to greet the moose that had not yet returned to the South Mountain, had to stand still and said to Lao Gaoke's head, which was so big that it could be used as a bird's nest, "It's me."
The two militiamen holding hoes did not dare to be careless. They moved slowly over to protect the torches. Their faces flushed and they were speechless: "Auntie? Auntie!"
No, aunt, why did you become like this?
Lin Xinghuo cleared his throat and said helplessly, "It's okay. You don't have to travel so far to patrol Nanshan anymore."
The young man holding the torch stammered, "Okay! ...Okay, aunt!"
"Auntie, you..."
"Don't say anything!" The leading young man, Lin Xinghuo, was known to Wang Huzi as his youngest brother. Wang Sanping quickly interrupted his companions.
Even after the group of people had gone far away, Lin Xinghuo still heard him whisper, "Our aunt is refining the elixir again! There was a time before, and her hair flew even higher! That time when Leader Chunbo came here..."
"I remember the smell on the old branch secretary, the team leader, and my aunt that day. They all said it was from a wild boar's den. So it turned out to be from alchemy?"
"It doesn't stink this time." Wang Sanping said cheerfully, "Maybe our aunt has improved this time. Maybe she can succeed next time."
"That's right, our aunt is so amazing!" The young man swallowed back the words "she's pretty too" and said happily, "I'm so lucky! I'll have to tell my grandma when I get home that our aunt talked to me!"
His companions all laughed at him, but the boy was very happy.
It seems that everyone in the village thinks that she is just a mediocre alchemy expert. Lin Xinghuo feels very wronged. She has never made an elixir seriously and doesn't even have an alchemy furnace... She glanced at her wrist and found that she had the spiritual fire seed. Why not learn it?
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The sorrows and joys in this world are mostly incompatible. Lin Xinghuo has reaped a lot of rewards, while the Lin family in the capital has been plagued by bad luck.
After disrupting the leader's speech, the old man surnamed Lin, who had finally recovered a little, put away the dragon axis. Just as he allowed his wife, daughter and daughter-in-law to leave the room, he suddenly collapsed, holding his chest.
The female relatives who were unaware of the situation screamed in fear, but no one dared to help him without his consent. They could only watch as the old man fell to the ground with a thud and fainted.
"Dad!" The eldest son rushed out of the study, drove away the noisy women, and touched his chest in confusion. Why didn't he feel anything unusual? Logically speaking, if something happened in the ancestral tomb again, he should also suffer the backlash.
Unable to summon a doctor, Lin Changzi could only painfully remove the dragon shaft once again and place it over the old man's body. After a while, the old man slowly regained consciousness and struggled to pull up his right arm, revealing scarlet spots all over it.
The eldest son took a step back in shock and asked tremblingly, "Dad, what's this?"
The old man had a sinister expression and said hoarsely, "Who broke my formation?" That was the last guarantee to control Huang Xian. He knew that Huang Xian had smuggled away half of the Jin family's property, but he was unable to protect himself at that time, so he could only let Huang Xian hide it in his lair. Fortunately, he had already made a backup plan, so he had to "lend" the precious white jade basin that the old man had stolen from Xuanhu's house to Huang Pi Zi.
That treasure basin was of great use. The old man strained to hold up his eyelids, which had slackened enough to obscure his vision, and lifted the dragon scroll for a closer look. Behind the scroll, a nine-dragon soared silk scroll, stood a striking map of mountains and rivers. Large areas of the scroll were blurred with gold ink, with only two small, clear areas remaining. One was a small area in the capital, and the other was in the far northeast corner, a place once within the reach of the Jin family at its peak. But the gold ink in this second area was increasingly pale, as if it were about to dissolve.
The old man stared at the spot for a long time without finding it. He glanced impatiently at his eldest son, who was cowering in fear, and said, "Come and see! Is there any blood line anywhere?"
The eldest son moved forward tremblingly, unconsciously avoiding the old man's right arm.
The old man was increasingly dissatisfied. He was the one who was reckless and aggressive, and he was also the one who was as timid as a mouse. What good could such a fool do? It would be better to give this good body in the prime of life to someone who could be more useful...
His son's eyesight was much better than his. After a while, he said, "No? Really not! Dad, what's going on?"
The old man pounded the wooden floor in anger, angrily saying, "Could this really be a natural disaster? From the time the ancestral tomb changed to the time the cross-line array was broken, it was less than three hours!" What did this mean? It showed how close the yellow-skinned creature's lair was to the ancestral tomb he had been searching for so hard!
This summer, there had been excessive rainstorms in Xue Province, and reports of flash floods and mudslides had already appeared in Beijing newspapers. The factory was preparing to respond to the superiors' call for employees to donate money for disaster relief. He had prepared the manuscript for the director of the factory's Revolutionary Committee. The power of nature was unstoppable, and he feared that this was indeed a natural disaster.
This was a good opportunity to investigate any areas near Hengliang Mountain in Song County that had been affected by the disaster. The old man tried to reassure himself that it was merely a natural disaster, and after locating the ancestral graves, perhaps there was hope of reparation—he only hoped the fox heart in the coffin was still there.
The blood ginseng mark on Huangliang Mountain was carved by him personally. Perhaps the ancestral tomb was within his sight that day!
Ever since realizing this, the old man's heart had been filled with unbearable annoyance. Not even the pain in his tarsal bones could distract him from seeking treatment. Perhaps, there was no need to rush for treatment: out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the strong, supportive hand. There were no age spots, no frighteningly loose skin, and no spreading scarlet lines...
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The next day was the day for cotton harvest. The villagers of Bushan Village saw a little fairy in the cotton field who looked very different from the usual ones.
A familiar aunt asked Wei Chunfeng, "Chunfeng, what's wrong with our aunt? I've never seen her wear a headscarf before."
Although the little fairy girl grew up in the mountains, she was different from other country girls from the very beginning. I don’t know how to describe it, but the little fairy girl just had a different spirit from others, and she was not Western. The female educated youth Xiao Lanqin from Beijing was quite Western, but when she stood next to the little fairy girl, she was immediately outshined.
I'm used to seeing her so neat and tidy, but now she's wearing a red headscarf, a favorite of farm girls. It looks awkward no matter how I look at it. Is her back too straight? Are her movements too neat? What girl wouldn't look delicate and coquettish in a red headscarf, wanting to be seen but shy?
The little fairy picked the cotton bolls so quickly, and her steps were so fast that the onlookers felt that she should not be carrying a urea bag in her arms, but a gun!
Lin Xinghuo was not unaware of the looks from everyone, nor did she fail to hear the chattering, but what could she do as she was bald for the first time in her life? If she didn't wear a headscarf, people would say that she had failed in alchemy again, and she would shave her head in anger and become a nun!
The day of Buxian Temple's reopening is approaching, so it's better not to cause trouble for myself and my master.
Lin Xinghuo turned her head and gazed into the distance. She had many questions to ask her master, and many things to tell her. What she wanted to know most was that her original body had been "stupid" for many years. Why was she stupid? Was it the kind of "stupidity" that meant that only the body remained, not the soul?
"Damn you Liangzigou Brigade! They've bullied our village!" Wang Sanping ran down the west hill, panting as he approached the old Party Secretary. "A group of people from Liangzigou crossed the line and came to our hillside to cut firewood. They only picked the good, mature trees!"
"My brother went to stop them, but those sons of bitches resorted to violence! They swung a thick, solid wooden stick at my brother's arm! There were so many of them, and they chased us and beat us. My brother blocked several blows..." The young man's eyes were red. "Luckily, the golden ring bees arrived, and they dispersed. But these people were prepared. They took out a few broken bottles and sprayed them on the golden ring bees. I smelled the pesticide distributed by the commune!"
Wang Sanping wiped his face and said, "What should I do? Several golden ring bees have been infected with this medicine and can't fly!"
Upon hearing this, the old Party Secretary hurried to find Lin Xinghuo and asked, "Where are the bees?"
Wang Huzi bared his teeth and held several large bees with black backgrounds and golden rings in his pockets. "Here!"
Lin Xinghuo took only two or three steps to reach Wang Huzi, and the old branch secretary didn't even see how she got there.
"This is a strong pesticide!" Lin Xinghuo said sullenly. He picked up a dozen golden ring bees and put them in his arms. He said to Wang Huzi, "If anyone else was in the area where the pesticide was sprayed, get them carried here quickly!"
Wang Huzi grinned and was about to say, "What's there to carry on the back? He wasn't hurt at all." Suddenly, his eyes went blurry and tears streamed down his face. However, the burning sensation in his eyeballs made him want to dig them out and put an end to it.
"Brother, your face!" Wang Sanping shouted.
Wang Huzi's entire face was covered with densely packed small blisters, looking as if it had been burned by fire, and was burning red.
"My eyes!" Wang Huzi clenched his fists in pain, and only the last bit of consciousness stopped him from digging out his eyeballs.
Jin Zhaodi and Jin's mother who was helping in the cotton field both ran over. Zhaodi's mother's legs went weak, she had seen this before. There were two young men in Jinjiayao who did not know the seriousness of the matter. They made a fuss while spraying pesticides and ended up getting soaked all over their heads and faces. The one who was soaked more could not be saved, and the one who was soaked less had his face completely rotten. The good young man could now scare adults to tears when he went out - the medicine even got into his son-in-law's eyes. It was over, all over!
"My Sanni, why do you have such a miserable life!" Zhao Di's mother sat on the ground and cried loudly.
Jin Zhaodi ran, cursing Liangzigou through gritted teeth. Finally reaching her husband's face, she paled with fear, but she simply held Wang Huzi's hand to prevent him from scratching the blisters. Wang Huzi struggled uncomfortably, but Jin Zhaodi, after two blows, gritted her teeth and refused to let go.
Team leader Huang Dazhuang rushed out to carry the others.
"Take off the clothes stained with pesticides!" Lin Xinghuo said as he brought over the bucket of water for everyone to quench their thirst. He pushed Wang Huzi's head down to wash his face while shouting, "Fetch some water! Bring some soap!"
Jin Zhaodi gritted her teeth and said, "We don't want this shirt anymore! Just cut it open, be careful not to get the medicine on it!" Zhaodi's mother jumped up, grabbed the sickle at the edge of the field and cut Wang Huzi's shirt into rags.
"Soap, soap!" The old lady with bound feet who had soap at home ran very fast, shouting for people to go to her house to get it.
"Hold on, open your eyes!" Lin Xinghuo washed away the residual pesticide in a few strokes. Without caring about the pain, he took out the jade paste, picked a cotton boll directly from the edge of the field, tore out the cotton thread, rubbed it, and applied the jade paste on his face.
Strangely enough, once this ointment touches the skin, it feels like dry and cracked land being moistened by rain, and it feels cool and comfortable.
Especially the eyes that hurt the most. Normally, applying a layer of ointment would be uncomfortable, but the medicine turned into water as soon as it entered the eyes, washing away all the dirt in the eyes. Wang Huzi blinked twice fiercely and said happily, "Hey! I'm not blind!"
Jin Zhaodi's tears finally fell, and she slapped Wang Huzi hard: "I'll tell you to show off again!"
Wang Huzi grinned, as if he suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said to Lin Xinghuo: "Little fairy, please use this ointment sparingly. Many people in Liangzigou have been harmed by pesticides!" This ointment is obviously different from the one sold outside. It smells much better.
Jin Zhaodi said angrily, "Those damn bastards! How dare they use pesticides to harm people? Why do you care about them? They have done this to themselves. They should die with their own evil deeds!"
Lin Xinghuo deftly dabbed the jade paste with his fingertips, applying it to each of the golden-ringed bees one by one. A caracal leaped over his head, carrying a palm-sized honey pot in its mouth. It was undoubtedly honey brewed by the spirit bee queen. The caracal swatted the wooden cover away with one claw, dipped its hairy claws in the spirit honey, and smeared it over the row of supine golden-ringed bees like a brush. The languid bees instantly perked up, bustling about like they were gathering honey.
"Hey, these bee guys are tougher than me!" Wang Huzi said the first sentence, and then the catfish was annoyed with his second sentence: "Why are you still shaving the mountain cat? It's cold now, what's the point of shaving it now!"
Lin Xinghuo was afraid that the caracal would scratch Wang Huzi, who hadn't fully recovered yet, so he pointed at Jin Zhaodi's hand, which was holding his and said, "Apply some on my sister-in-law's hand, too."
Wang Huzi then realized that he had not yet let go of his wife's hand, and his face immediately turned red, which eased the tense atmosphere in the cotton field.
Just as he was about to break free in embarrassment, Wang Huzi noticed some red blisters on his wife's hands. This was probably caused by the pesticide burns on his body from his wife holding on to him when he moved around just now. Wang Huzi was heartbroken, and his nose felt sore, so he quickly dipped some of the jade ointment in Lin Xinghuo's hand.
"Apply some on yourself too." Jin Zhaodi pointed at the scattered blisters on his hands.
Zhao Di Niang slumped to the ground again, clutching her chest. She wondered if even a poison like Lin Jia Gu could be cured. Then she cried out, "That Kang Mei girl from the same alley is actually a girl from Liangzigou. I'll tear her mouth apart when I get home! And she even dared to tell Gou Zi she's my niece. What kind of bastards are these people in this village?"
At this time, the other people who were poisoned were also carried back by the team leader and his men. Huang Dazhuang never slacked off in his work, and he had already taken off the outer clothes of these people.
"Soak the area that came into contact with the medicine in water several times." Lin Xinghuo took a look and fortunately, no one was more seriously injured than Wang Huzi.
Broken basins and bowls were scattered on the ground. The foreign soap contributed by the old lady was evenly rubbed into the water, and Lin Xinghuo also dripped a drop of spiritual honey into it.
"Ptui, pui, pui!" The most unlucky person was the young man who talked to Lin Xinghuo last night. When the pesticide was sprayed on him, he used his arms to protect the upper half of his face, but forgot to close his wide-open mouth.
Luckily, the kid was smart enough to spit out the pesticide foam after choking on it, and even picked some grass to brush his tongue, otherwise his throat would have been burned. Now, while others washed their hands and faces, he would grimace and rinse his mouth with a mouthful of soap and honey water.
"Hold it in your mouth, don't swallow it." Lin Xinghuo's hand steadily brushed a thin layer of jade paste on his tongue.
The young man grinned, and just as he retracted his tongue, he couldn't help but dry heaving. Why does this medicine smell and taste so bitter?
He had no choice but to obey Lin Xinghuo's order. After a while, the young men who had applied the ointment gathered around him and watched him drooling from the corners of his mouth. They cried out in pain and laughed at each other.
The aunts and grandmas in this cotton field then realized that those who suffered were all newly recruited militia reserve members. No wonder there was such a commotion, no one here was worry-free.
Wang Sanping, who had carried the old Party Secretary to Xishan to check on the situation after his brother's condition improved, came back like a rabbit, shouting as he ran: "The damn Liangzigou people are here to steal medicine! Aunt, run!"
The same as last time was that he was still safe and sound, but the difference was that this time he was carrying the old branch secretary on his back, and the old branch secretary couldn't even wear his gray-blue work cap because of the shaking he caused.
Tired of scolding, Zhao Di's mother sat on the ground, still not reacting. She was still saying to her daughter, "Your brother-in-law runs really fast! Is he qualified to participate in the commune sports meet?"
That's right, her pair of brand-new enamel pots with big red wedding characters were prizes from her brother-in-law. Just as Jin Zhaodi was about to respond, she snapped back to her senses and said, "The Liangzigou herb raiders are coming! Mom, you're such a jerk! Go get help from the other fields!" The cotton fields in Buxian Village responded to the call, becoming narrow strips ten miles long. The members of the cooperative had all gone out to pick cotton. The fields here were filled with only the elderly and weak, or wounded militia recruits—if she didn't go, who would? If they dared to bully her man, she'd fight them to the death!
Jin Zhaodi pulled my mother up, took the gong from the cart and stuffed it into her arms, then turned around to grab the rake, swung it and rushed forward more fiercely than her man.
When the caracal saw this, he couldn't help but glance at Lin Xinghuo. The two of them looked a bit alike!
Not only had they crossed the line and provoked her, but they had also used pesticides to harm her bees, and even injured the other members of the cooperative. Now they were trying to steal the pesticides? Lin Xinghuo was so angry that she laughed. She hadn't been this angry before when she dealt with those thirteen thieves!
The little bit of rationality she had left made her put down the machete, reach out to pick up the cotton balls from the bolls, and swing them twice with great force - this little effort was enough for her to run to the front.
Wang Sanping couldn't close his mouth while shouting. He turned his head to look at the fairy who rushed past him like a gust of wind. He twisted his foot and almost threw the old branch secretary to the ground. The dizzy old man punched him twice: "Put me down quickly!"
The old Party Secretary, whose hands and feet were still limp after landing, quickly turned around and chased after him: "Xiao Lin! Xiao Lin!"
Wang Sanping responded stupidly: "Yes! I have to go protect our aunt!"
What kind of protection? The old Party Secretary was worried that she would get angry and hurt someone too badly! In the past, fighting between villages had resulted in deaths, not to mention injuries. But if one person took down a whole group of people, that was going to be a disaster!
Led by the old branch secretary, everyone chased Lin Xinghuo forward.
Even faster than the young and old in Buxian Village were the golden-ringed bees, fox cubs, sables, and moose. The buzzing of the golden-ringed bees was extremely conspicuous, but the most frightening thing was the moose charging headfirst with their horns raised!
At the moment the moose rushed past, the villagers of Bushan Village stopped in confusion. They suddenly felt that if they went forward, they would cause chaos. Not to mention that only one group of people came to grab the medicine, even if the entire village of Liangzigou came out, they would probably not be able to defeat the little fairy girl - she was not going to fight alone, this was more terrifying than a group fight!
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The author has something to say: More chapters are coming~ It’s getting colder today, don’t forget to put on more clothes, my little cuties~
Note: "The dragon holds the fire essence in its mouth to illuminate the gate of heaven" is quoted from the Jin Dynasty's Guo Pu's commentary on the Great Wilderness Northern Classic. The candle dragon quotes the poem "Shi Han Shen Wu": "The sky is insufficient in the northwest, and there is no news of yin and yang. Therefore, the candle dragon holds the fire essence in its mouth to illuminate the gate of heaven."
"Not a single piece of wood was burned", "it was dark during the day", and "the dead and injured were all naked" are quotations from historical materials on the Tianqi explosion.
Xiran: According to ancient legend, there is a kind of soil that can grow by itself and never depletes.
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