798: C798 February 2nd Dragon Raises Its Head

C798 February 2nd Dragon Raises Its Head

Lord Eagle was very excited. After the dance ended, Meng Xuan followed the dozen or so people into the house with the long dragon in their hands. Fortunately, the butcher's house was very large, so it did not seem crowded. Meng Xuan thought for a while before starting to dance with the paper dragon.

The dragon head swayed, rolling in the air, its body crushing through the void.

"Yo, you're here?" As Meng Xuan channeled his energy into his body and danced about, the entire room started to shake. Wang Cui Hua appeared, smiling as she pinched Little Li's cheek. When Meng Xuan saw Wang Cuihua, he nearly bit off his tongue.

Today, Wang Cuihua was wearing a set of colorful clothes. Her lips were smeared with a captivating red and were extremely fat. She was like a sausage and her face was full of wrinkles. With a flick of his hand, the dragon head and body suddenly became incompatible. The paper dragon was almost torn apart.

The butcher's voice dropped. "Not like a dragon, not like a dragon at all …"

Lord Eagle, on the other hand, said with a smile, "It's fine, he just started dancing like a dragon."

The group of people then said a few words of congratulations before leaving.

The butcher said to Meng Xuan, "Young man, the dragon dance requires full concentration. The mind must be one with the paper dragon. Otherwise, it won't look like a dragon anymore."

"Your friends behind you are all your support. You're the core member, you know that?" Wang Cuihua patted his shoulder as if she did not know Meng Xuan.

Meng Xuan thought of that "da" again and looked at Wang Cuihua's lips, almost dying. His scalp went numb as he said, "Alright, thank you uncle. I understand."

Everyone headed for the second house. This was also an inn, and the owner was also an old lady. In fact, only Bai Chong liked to play with these old ladies very well.

"Good boy, he's really a good boy."

Lord Eagle pointed at Meng Xuan and asked, "Aunt Li, does he dance like a real dragon or not?"

Aunt Li looked at Meng Xuan and shook her head. "It doesn't look like it."

After some thought, she tilted her head and said, "I didn't do it ferociously."

"Work hard." Master Eagle patted him on the shoulder.

Meng Xuan glanced deeply at Lord Engraving, and an extra burst of understanding appeared in his heart.

Those who were paying attention to Meng Xuan's movements didn't understand. Today was already the second day of the second month, and Meng Xuan wasn't going to look for the Dragons. What was he trying to do?

"What is he doing?" Su Lie asked Hong Zheng. After he had become an ox, his cultivation had increased by leaps and bounds.

Hong Zheng thought for a moment. "It's very likely to be an auspicious remark."

"What is lucky words?" Su Lie asked.

"You wouldn't understand even if I told you."

"How would I understand if you didn't tell me?"

"..."

Cang Shan City was very big, and most of it was a place where ordinary people lived, but there were also many cultivators. Meng Xuan acted as if he didn't know exhaustion as the night gradually approached. Meng Xuan was already wielding the paper dragon in a similar fashion to him.

The street was brightly lit with fireworks. Meng Xuan lifted his dragon head and a dozen youths followed behind him. The lord eagle looked like a lion as it shook on the street.

"Alright."

"He really does look like a lion."

"Amazing."

The cheers continued.

However, Meng Xuan didn't have that much praise left.

"The people that dance the dragon don't seem to be the same."

"It's not his fault. Who's ever seen a True Dragon?"

As the crowd discussed amongst themselves, Meng Xuan raised his head. There was a rare look of confusion in his eyes.

Lord Eagle plucked the lion head above his head and said, "Is the dance over?"

"The last one." Meng Xuan said.

The last one was the Dragon Gate Inn.

"Then go to the Dragon Gate Inn. After the dance, go back to sleep." Lord Eagle said.

Meng Xuan nodded and entered the Dragon Gate Inn with Little Li and the rest. Bai Qianzhang seemed to have transformed into an ordinary old man as he sat upright within the Dragon Gate Inn.

"Grandfather Bai, Little Li greets you …" Little Li respectfully bowed.

Bai Ji laughed heartily. "Good child, good child."

Lord Eagle stepped forward once again and began to dance, the sound of the gongs and drums resounding. After the dance, he gestured an invitation to Meng Xuan. There were already countless people outside the Dragon Gate Inn. Most of them were ordinary residents.

Meng Xuan took a deep breath and started to dance seriously.

True dragon. Floating clouds spread the rain. Floating clouds carried the fog.

He was immersed in a strange state. His orifices emitted light, and from within, a mist surged out. It emitted outwards, enveloping the paper dragon. That paper dragon was over a dozen zhang in length, and it looked extremely fragile. However, the dragon's head was vivid and lifelike, giving off a majestic aura. With the combination of the clouds and mist, it looked even more mysterious.

"Is this the appearance of a real dragon? Continue." The butcher smiled, while Wang Cui Hua gave Bai Kai a flirtatious look.

Bai Chong's eyes lit up, and his crotch swelled up.

The corners of Hong Zheng's mouth twitched.

Meng Xuan and the dozen or so people were completely immersed in the atmosphere, dancing in the Dragon Gate Inn.

"Quick, look. This dragon dance is quite exciting."

"Everyone, quickly come and look. This is what a real dragon looks like."

There were more and more people, including the dragon heads, which would occasionally look up into the sky and roar. Occasionally, they would look down upon the living, and the clouds and mist would swirl around them. Excited expressions appeared on the faces of the dozen people as they started to dance more and more diligently.

As Meng Xuan waved his arms, the dragon head became extremely nimble, as if it was coming from the heavens.

Everyone was dazzled by what they saw.

"It, it really does look like it." Little Li clapped his hands and shouted.

Meng Xuan felt as if he had become one with the paper dragon, and his entire body started to steam. His finger bent slightly, and the paper dragon followed suit.

"Good, this looks like a real dragon hiding in the abyss …"

"Good, this move looks like the True Dragon's Claw."

The butcher smiled. "That's more like it."

Wang Cui Hua clapped her hands: "Amazing, really amazing."

At the same time, everyone outside the Dragon Gate Inn was attracted and shouted, "Alright, little friend, I wonder if you are a real dragon or not."2

"Yes!"

Meng Xuan was expressionless as cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He felt that the paper dragon was becoming increasingly heavy. In the end, it was as if it was carrying a hundred thousand mountains as it crushed his body.

The curve of his waist became even more obvious, and all the bones in his body trembled.

"May I have your blessings... This is clearly a blessing from the method of self-improvement! " Meng Xuan was suddenly enlightened and he shouted loudly, "Do I look like a real dragon?"

"Yes!" Everyone spoke up in unison.

With a "weng" sound, Meng Xuan's body instantly bent down. He bent his body, parallel to the horizon. The paper dragon lowered its head and looked very ordinary.

"Then do I look like a dragon?" Meng Xuan spoke once more.

"It doesn't look like it!" The butcher walked out and said expressionlessly.

Meng Xuan felt the weight on his body lighten slightly. Feeling anxious, Bai Shang turned to the butcher.

The butcher said slowly, "Today is the second day of the second month. Since it is the second, why is there no dragon raising its head? Show us your 'Dragon Raises Its Head'. Only after it is done will I be able to say that it is similar! "

Meng Xuan took a deep breath and said loudly, "Alright, then I'll perform a bit of 'Dragon Raising Its Head'!"

Silence descended upon the Dragon Gate Inn as everyone turned their gazes onto Meng Xuan.

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