Immortal Wandering Dragon

On Qingcheng Mountain, there was a child who looked at the old man under the tree with big watery eyes. He was holding a gourd that was a little taller than him and walked to the old man swaying left and right. "Grandpa, I just came down the mountain and heard an old storyteller telling dragon stories in a small county." The child paused, his watery eyes full of curiosity, and then asked: "Grandpa, what is a dragon?" The old man sitting under the tree glanced at the child, then looked up to the sky without saying a word. The child held the huge gourd on the ground, with a red face, breathing heavily, and stretched out a pair of white and tender little hands to break it with fingers. "Dragon..." The old man picked up the gourd on the ground and took a sip of wine. His eyes flickered and his voice was hoarse as he said, "The ancients said that the dragon is as long as the scale insect." "Its shape is that of a snake, covered with fish scales, and its head is like that of an ox, with horns." "It is rumored that the dragon has five claws. It is called the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon. In fact, the dragon has nine claws."