The Legend of Heikui Fulong

The vast land of China will never have peace. Mortals work hard, but they cannot escape natural disasters and dragon disasters. That is not the auspiciousness of receiving incense from others, but the evil evil that dominates the rivers and is violent and wanton. They treat the villages like cakes and create waves at every turn, creating hundreds of miles of country. Disaster finally struck Wujia Village at the foot of Mount Lushan. The centenarian old man Wu and his wife in the village gave birth to a baby. When the baby was born, dark clouds were overhead, so he named the baby Heikui. The boy was less than one year old and could walk, talk, and move millstones. The villagers regarded him as an oddity, and the old couple loved him as a treasure. However, the tranquility is as crisp as glass. One day, a fishy wind suddenly rose on the river, and with a loud noise like a mountain collapsing and the earth cracking, nine evil dragons burst out of the river, looking down at the village with their eyes like blood. The dragon hit the embankment with its horns, the river bank collapsed, and a wall of water dozens of feet roared in, swallowing up the rural houses in an instant. In the Wu family courtyard, floods are approaching. The evil dragon's huge claws tore the hut apart and grabbed the old man Wu and his wife. At the last moment, the old man struggled to throw Heikui in his arms to a high place: "Baby - live!" The dragon's claws closed and blood filled the air. The baby fell into the muddy water, raised his head in confusion, and saw his parents dead at Longkou. The monstrous floods, shattered homes and that last cry were engraved deep in his eyes. In the ignorant eyes, reflecting the roiling evil dragon and endless water, a bit of blazing hatred originating from instinct ignited like a spark. The dragon disaster has arrived, and the blood feud has been cast. The legend begins with a tragic beginning.