Tuoba Ling looked at Yang Ruoqing: "What do you really want to know? My origins?"

Yang Ruqing shook her head. "No, I don't really want to know about your past because it might be a sad story."

"What I want to know is, what's your purpose for appearing deep within Niuniu Mountain, your true purpose!"

Tuoba Ling gazed deeply at Yang Ruohua, as if hesitating, contemplating.

Just as Yang Ruoheng thought he still didn't want to say, was about to put more pressure on him, Tubo Ling spoke up.

"Well, there's no harm in telling you," he said.

"This matter originates from a legend. Whether such a thing actually exists in this world, I can't be sure. Just consider it a story and listen to me tell you."

“Stories? I love to hear stories the most.” Yang Ruqing said.

“Wait a moment, I haven’t had my lunch yet. To listen to stories, there must be wine and dishes,” she said.

“Forget the alcohol, my husband doesn't like me drinking. Let's go over there and get some wild game roasted. We can eat and chat.” she said.

Tuoba Ling was covered in black lines.

This woman named Yang Ruohua, it turns out she's a foodie.

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"What are you daydreaming about? Catch up!" Yang Ruqing walked for a while and found that Tuo Ba Ling was still standing there. She couldn't help but wave to him and call out.

Tuoba Ling came to his senses. "Here I come."

Two fish skewers were placed over the fire, sizzling and crackling.

Yang Ruqing flipped the grilled fish, listening to Tuoba Ling tell the legendary story.

"It's said to be a legend because this is supposedly supposed to have happened within the borders of your great Qi..." he said.

"Wait a minute!" Yang Ruqing suddenly raised her hand, interrupting Tuo Ba Ling's words.

“You can't call it 'Great Qi,' remember, the blood running through your veins is Great Qi too,”

"Your father, your mother, your Cao family is a branch of the Yingchuan Cao clan, a genuine descendant of the Great Qi." she said.

Tuoba Ling bit his lip, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

Yang Ruqing said, “Continue speaking, I’m listening.”

Tuoba Ling nodded and continued.

"Long, long ago, so far back that no one knows which dynasty it was, this southern region was said to be a small country whose name had been lost to time."

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“At that time, in a small town of this little country, there was a very loving young couple.”

“The husband was a well-known blacksmith in the area. Not only could he craft farming tools for all four seasons for the common people, but he could also forge various divine weapons.”

"At that time, the world was in great turmoil with frequent wars. The king of their small country urgently needed skilled craftsmen who could forge weapons, so he ordered the couple to create a treasure sword."

"A husband's tireless forging of swords, akin to madness."

“The wife was there, wiping sweat from his brow and fanning him, day after day for ten years.”

It is said that when forging the divine sword, a kind of fine iron required was unable to melt. The iron refused to fuse, and the sword could not be completed.

“If the sword cannot be forged, the king will order a massacre of your entire family.”

The husband finally sacrificed himself, jumping into the furnace, and the divine sword was finally forged.

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

"In memory of her husband, the wife named the divine swords after their names. The male sword is called Mo Xie and the female sword is called Gan Jiang."

The wife presented the female sword Ganjiang to the king and kept the male sword Mo Xie for herself.

Later, the villain Gao Mi revealed that Mo Xie's wife had secretly hidden a powerful sword. The king was furious and ordered her to be arrested.

"The wife was surrounded by soldiers, and she refused to give up the sword case in her arms even unto death."

>At last, he was killed, his blood staining the scabbard. Just then, the scabbard fell to the ground, and the renowned sword Mo Xie soared into the air. Its powerful blade aura swept through, leaving no soldier alive nearby.

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"The sword, Xiongjian Moze, transformed into a black dragon, carrying the corpse of his wife and soaring through the clouds. They landed on a mountain called Mianniu Mountain and disappeared into the forest."

It is said that every year on the second day of the second lunar month, the black dragon will circle and roar on the summit.

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“Sobbing, like a lament for someone. It turns out that February sixth is the day when her husband, Mo Xie, sacrificed himself with his sword, and the divine sword was born.”

“So, that black dragon every year on that day would circle in the sky atop the mountain, commanding the wind and rain, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring.”

"The locals were panicked and awed, so they held a ceremony to worship the Dragon God on this day. Thus, the Dragon Raising Head Festival on the second day of the second lunar month came into being and has continued to this day."

Hearing what Tuo Ba Ling said, Yang Ruoheng was so surprised that her eyes widened.

"I remember something!" she said.

"What's the matter?" Tuoba Ling asked.

Yang Ruqing said: “I have read the history of Wanghai County before, and the history does mention such a record.”

"However, the county annals record a different black dragon from what you're saying." she said.

"Then what does the History of Wanghai County say?"

Yang Ruqing thought hard for a moment and said, "According to the county annals, it is said that on the second day of the second lunar month every year, the Dragon Raises its Head."

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"It was because a black dragon came from the east to visit its dragon mother in Niushou Mountain."

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"It is said that the old mother dragon is hiding somewhere in Mount Niuniu. So on the day when the dragons look for their mothers, we usually have strong winds, heavy rain, and thunderstorms here."

Now, every household not only performs rituals and sets up offerings but also hangs a scale on their eaves.

“Because they say the old scale is Old Dragon's incarnation, hanging at the door. That black dragon going across the roof will see it and give some face, won't thrash its tail, and our place won't flood with a big surge that would collapse the houses, keeping us safe.”

After hearing Yang Ruqing's words, Tubo Ling smiled.

"Unexpectedly, this black dragon is also a filial son." he said.

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Yang Ruqing said: "In the version you mentioned, there is a devoted husband."

Because the Black Dragon is a manifestation of the divine sword Mo Xie, it represents a husband.

Tuoba Ling nodded, then continued, "I heard a different version of the story. There's more to it."

“Oh?” Yang Ruqing raised an eyebrow. “Then you continue, I won’t interrupt.”

Tuoba Ling organized his thoughts and continued, "The existence of the Black Dragon seems to have angered the heavens. Afterward, five thunders descended from the sky, striking the Black Dragon and leaving it on the verge of death."

"The Black Dragon has fallen into a long slumber, and in this sleep, the world has undergone countless changes."

Five hundred years later, one day, a farmer was plowing the field at the foot of the mountain when he turned up a long stone box.

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“The moment the farmer curiously opened the stone box, a ray of white light flew out from within.”

In mid-air, it transformed into a white dragon. At the same time, the black dragon that had been slumbering in the mountains as if receiving some kind of signal, finally awoke from its long sleep.

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A white and a black dragon, intertwined like lovers long separated, finally disappeared together into Mount Sleeping Ox.

From then on, there were no more legends of the Mo Xie and Gan Jiang, the legendary male and female swords.

After Tuoba Ling finished speaking, he noticed that Yang Ruoqing, who had been chattering before, had fallen silent.

The fish was cooked, emanating a tantalizing aroma. But the foodie who she once was, remained completely motionless at this moment.

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She was just sitting there with her knees drawn up to her chest, her eyes fixed on the fire in front of her. Apparently she was lost in thought.

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