Ao Guang's momentum was stunned. The ancestor of the dragon clan back then was so powerful, but in the end he was imprisoned in Longquan Cave in Kunlun Mountain and would never be free.
In the era when the human race ruled the world, all the powerful races that dominated the ancient world were just passers-by. The three races, the demon race, and the witch race all proved this with their own demise and severe damage to their vitality.
His useless descendant, the Dragon King, had stagnated after reaching the Golden Immortal Realm. What qualifications did he have to compete with the disciples of the three religions?
Just now I was filled with anger and had no time to think. Now that I think about it carefully, the consequences of a real fight may be serious.
Although my son is dear, for the comfort of the entire dragon clan and for the future, I can only endure it for a while. Now that the Great Tribulation of the Gods is coming, I hope that these two stinky Taoist priests and that damn boy in front of me will die.
While Ao Guang was mentally active, Shen Gongbao changed into a gentle and drizzle expression like a chameleon.
"Dragon King, this child is a subject of the Great Shang. If you want to punish him, it is better to destroy the Great Shang and kill the king."
Well, what does this have to do with King Zhou? He is in Chaoge, thousands of miles away, and he is messing with you.
Ao Guang looked weird at Shen Gongbao's suggestion. It felt so far-fetched for the people to make mistakes and take matters into their own hands.
"Dragon King, killing the common people is nothing. If you want to kill, just kill the king. If you don't know where Chaoge is, Pindao can take you there."
Shen Gongbao looked serious, as if he was really going to do it.
Ao Guang didn't agree, and it didn't matter if he didn't. In the end, he left with a groan.
When Ao Guang walked away, Chu Feng seemed to know Shen Gongbao for the first time.
"Fellow Daoist Shen Gong, you did a good job. If it weren't for you, Ping Dao would really have fought with Ao Guang. It is impossible to lose, but it is very possible for both sides to suffer losses."
To be honest, in the scene just now, if Chu Feng really took action, he was not sure that he would win at all. A big battle would cause the earth to collapse and many innocent people to die tragically.
Shen Gongbao smiled faintly and said very modestly: "The main reason is that the Taoist priest is strong in cultivation and has many magic weapons. If it were me, Ao Guang would definitely kill him."
This is a true statement. In this world where the strong are respected and whoever comes forward dies first, strength is indeed very important.
Next, Chu Feng said a few more words of praise for Shen Gongbao before leading Nezha to clean up the mess.
The arrival of Ao Guang just now caused a lot of damage to this area. The contents of the three thatched houses were scattered everywhere.
Take things back one by one and build the thatched house again.
Chu Feng continued to teach Nezha and Shen Gongbao, and would give pointers from time to time.
In the blink of an eye, some time passed and it was almost time. Chu Feng took Nezha and Shen Gongbao to Xiqi.
…
It was a gloomy day, because it had been raining continuously for a day, and the ground was very soft.
The dewy grass on the roadside swayed in the wind, and from time to time some water drops would fall.
Squeaking, there was an unpleasant sound of the wheels turning.
An old-fashioned carriage advanced slowly. Sitting in the carriage was Xibohou Jichang, who had returned to Xiqi from Chaoge not long ago. He was determined to oppose business because of the tragic death of his eldest son Boyikao.
But the gap between Xiqi and the Great Shang Dynasty was too big. After deducting the troops stationed in the area, only 20,000 people could be used for conquest. Such a force would be no different from seeking death if they faced off against the Great Shang.
You must know that there are 170,000 slaves in Chaoge alone. What a terrifying number.
Without enough troops, we can only attack other princes' ideas, but we lack people to lead the troops.
Because of his old age, Ji Chang hoped that the leader of the army would still be a talented person in governing the country and could assist his son.
After many inquiries, Ji Chang learned that a sage named Jiang Ziya had come to the bank of the Weishui River. He was a man of great talent, so he refused his subordinates' suggestion to recruit him and drove to invite him in person.
But when I went to Jiang Ziya's residence and asked my neighbors, I found out that Jiang Ziya had gone fishing.
Ji Chang had no choice but to walk to the bank of the Weishui River to look for Jiang Ziya.
It was sunny after the rain. Well, the sky was still cloudy. Ji Chang was walking on the path along the shore. Soon, a pair of straw sandals became wet with dew.
Once the shoes slipped, walking became unstable. Ji Chang, who was already old, had to walk and rest for a while.
At this time, Chu Feng, Nezha, and Shen Gongbao were standing on a boat, going down the river.
The scenery on both sides of the Taiwan Strait is like a rapidly unfolding picture scroll. After being displayed, it is quickly replaced by the scenery behind it.
"Brother Taoist, we are still thirty miles away from Jiang Ziya. Are we going to destroy it or facilitate it?"
Shen Gongbao, who was dressed as a fisherman and changed into another appearance, twirled his beard and said.
"Jiang Ziya has arrived in Xiqi. The situation has become inevitable. Of course we will stop him."
Chu Feng said quietly.
Shen Gongbao's face flashed with joy, he had been waiting for this day for a long time.
"Brother Dao, what should we do first? Is it to cripple Jiang Ziya or Jichang?"
Chu Feng was speechless. Why did this guy's IQ become negative as soon as he met Jiang Ziya? If he crippled Ji Chang at this time, Jiang Ziya could go to Ji Fa and there would be no impact. Let alone cripple Jiang Ziya. Those saints were just staring at this historic moment. They were afraid that if they crippled Jiang Ziya with their front legs, Shen Gongbao would be crippled with their back legs.
Shen Gongbao, who was good at observing words and expressions, saw that Chu Feng looked wrong and immediately changed his words: "How should I do it? Brother Dao, please show me?"
Chu Feng had already thought about how to do it. Now that Ji Chang and Jiang Ziya were about to meet, the only thing he could do to disturb them was to cut off his beard.
"You pretend to be Jiang Ziya and follow Ji Chang back to the palace. You must make him hate the monks. The poor man will change into Ji Chang's appearance and go meet Jiang Ziya for a while."
Hearing this, Shen Gongbao praised him repeatedly.
…
On the shore of the Weishui River, an old man dressed in linen with white beard and hair was fishing with a fishing rod in his hand.
Gusts of wind blew across the water, causing ripples. Occasionally, a few grass carp jump out of the water, making waves, very happy.
Two woodcutters passed by. One was less than six feet tall, with a face full of vicissitudes of life, and the other was eight feet tall, with a somewhat heroic look on his face.
"Hey, that old man's fishhook is a straight hook!"
The face full of vicissitudes of life stopped and was amazed.
"I'm afraid he's a lunatic"
The woodcutter, who was eight feet tall and had a somewhat heroic face, had a look of ridicule on his face.
Jiang Ziya, who had white hair and beard, turned his head and saw the woodcutter with a somewhat heroic look on his face. He was slightly startled and said: "You will suffer a bloody disaster within three days, so go back now before it's too late to prepare for the funeral."
The woodcutter with a somewhat heroic look on his face was a young man who was at the age where he would explode at the drop of a hat. Hearing this, he threw the firewood on his shoulder to the ground and said angrily: "You old man, didn't I just say You actually cursed me to death with just one sentence, I must teach you a lesson today."
After that, he rushed over directly.
