In the sky, armor blocks out the sun, and clouds fill the sky, rolling in layers.
There were lightning and thunder roaring and rumbling in the dark clouds.
On the earth, there is a strong wind, and the frost knocks down the remaining leaves, and the wind blows between heaven and earth.
The clear gurgling fish, accompanied by a vast expanse of water, descended from the high mountain and slowly rushed towards the foot of the mountain.
She opened her hands, her white clothes flying, and there was a shimmering light on her body. Behind her, under her left hand, there was a faint golden brilliance flowing, swirling with the gurgling fish.
Mo Guyuan looked up and saw that Yu Qingxing's face was determined and fearless, but in his eyes, it seemed that he was holding back a lot of energy and was stubborn and arrogant.
With the water behind her and the monstrous momentum, Mo Guyuan knew how difficult it was with just one glance.
Mo Guyuan's sword flew into the air, turning into a stream of light and rushing towards the direction where Yu Qinggong was slowly descending. In a few breaths, he was already suspended in front of Yu Qinggong. Along with Yu Qinggong's strenuous steps, he also It is moving slowly downward.
Yu Qinggong glanced away and glanced at Mo Guyuan beside him. His face turned slightly pale, and he ignored him and continued to swim down the water.
Mo Guyuan watched Yu Qingqing endure his temper and still go his own way, wondering how much pressure he was under. Seeing that Yu Qinggong was concentrating, he looked at the sky and the water behind him. One wave was higher than the other, and they were rushing to fall.
In the channel under the Dadi River, the dry river bed was washed by the water, and it rushed and poured from the top of the mountain.
Perhaps this was Yu Qingqing's first time walking across the river, and she wasn't sure. She had done everything she could under the previous control.
Fortunately, this time when we walked along the river, we encountered a severe drought in this area for many years. If the river was normally flooded with water, there would probably be signs of a flood.
Even so, in addition to the dry river bed underneath being filled with water, there is still a lot of water overflowing the river bank and rolling towards the bottom.
Under the momentum of Yu Qinggong walking across the river, the wind and clouds in the sky became more and more chaotic. As a flash of lightning flashed in all directions, the clouds were turbulent, and then there was the sound of rain pouring down, accompanied by the heavy water below. .
Mo Guyuan looked at the sky in front of him, feeling awe in his heart, but he was more touched by the strange phenomenon caused by Yu Qinggong. Unexpectedly, the water swamp spirit monster could be so horrified by walking on the river, causing changes in the world and the world comparable to overcoming a catastrophe.
He followed closely beside Yu Qinggong and saw that her face was getting paler and there were beads of sweat on her forehead. He wondered if she could bear the pressure on herself.
Suddenly, a water arrow flew out from the water behind and flew straight in the direction of Mo Guyuan. Mo Guyuan shuddered and hid hastily, feeling a little frightened.
Mo Guyuan looked at Yu Qinggong, who still refused to pay attention to him, as if the water arrow just wanted to drive him away.
Mo Guyuan flew over with his sword and came to Yu Qingxing. He squeezed out a smile on his embarrassed face and said, "If I say I didn't mean it just now, would you believe it?"
"That's intentional."
A water arrow penetrated through again, bypassed Yu Qinggong, and went straight to Mo Guyuan's facade.
Mo Guyuan stepped aside, coughed twice, and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened. You should know those words, but I would never say them."
"It must have been hidden in my heart for a long time. I just happened to say it all when I was unhappy. There were no unintentional words, only the truth that was said accidentally." Yu Qinggong snorted coldly and ignored Mo Guyuan. A good expression.
Mo Guyuan was speechless, and he was more distressed. Looking at Yu Qinggong's cold expression, he didn't know what to say for a while. He had never been good at explaining.
Seeing that Mo Guyuan was following him shamelessly, Yu Qinggong separated a ray of his mind and controlled the water behind him. In it, dozens of water arrow prototypes were slowly formed in an instant, targeting Mo Guyuan.
Mo Guyuan looked at the arrows pointing at him, with cold sweat running down his back. He hurriedly stopped and said with a smile, "No, no, no, no, I won't follow. You can concentrate on controlling the water, I won't affect you."
After saying that, Mo Guyuan flew straight away, not daring to offend.
Yu Qinggong withdrew his magical power and drifted forward without looking at the man.
Mo Guyuan stared blankly at Yu Qingchong's stubborn back, standing on the Xuanyuan Sword, at a loss.
In Zhenhun Village, all the villagers walked out of their homes to welcome the rare heavy rain. Everyone ran to tell each other, shouted and laughed, letting themselves bathe in the heavy rain and enjoy the forest.
Yu Nie looked up into the distance and said with a smile, "Did you see it? This is a gurgling magical power. It's no worse than what you did just now, brother, right?"
Hu Baxian twisted his beard and chuckled, nodded, and said, "No comparison, no comparison. This is a great magical power. Brother, I am so disappointed."
The dumplings are full of childlike innocence, and they are equally joyful even in the heavy rain.
Under the cold winter, everyone actually felt that it was not even cool at all. This rain was timely and brought Zhenhun Village joy and happiness for decades.
"They say the rainstorm is heavy and it goes away quickly. Shouldn't we get some water first?" someone yelled.
"Yes, I was so happy that I almost forgot all the important things. We can't waste this good rain."
"Then why bother? I saw you just opened your mouth and drank while standing in the rain."
"Old Li, you don't know how you have lived these years. Although seawater can be used, we distill it too hard. How can we drink such sweet rainwater?"
"Haha, I understand you. Can one of us go?"
Some people were so interested that they all opened their mouths and looked up to the sky to see who could drink more rainwater. There were also villagers who hurriedly ran to their houses, carrying large and small pots all over the yard, waiting for blessings to come from this day.
"Why are you still collecting water? Go and take a look at the old well in the village. There is bubbling spring water, and the water from the well below is rising up." A villager shouted, with excitement on his face.
Hearing this, all the villagers ran towards the old well. The old well was in the center of Zhenhun Village, close to Hu Baxian's house. Now the villagers were rushing there.
Li Deren leaned on crutches and looked into the well. Sure enough, he saw water spreading at the bottom of the well and slowly rising upwards.
"God really blessed me with Zhenhun Village. I thought I would have to watch this village disappear in my lifetime. Fortunately, there is no way out." Li Deren lamented with emotion.
"Isn't that right? Our village chief is already at this age. He has to take a bath before he dies. Look at how he has humiliated the village chief over the years. Every time I see him, I have to take a shower. Hiding far away." An old woman sighed.
"Don't tell me. Fortunately, the village chief has this fate. For ordinary people, he might have met the King of Hell long ago. How can he wait for today." Another woman shouted at the top of her voice. It was Aunt Wang from the south of the village. .
"In that case, our village owes a lot to Village Chief Li. Although there has been a severe drought for more than ten years, it has been a blessing in disguise. I propose that in the village chief election ten years later, we re-elect Li Deren. How about that?" The person who answered was Widow Li from the east of the village.
"agree!"
"I'm OK!"
"It must be Li Deren."
The villagers raised their arms and shouted, looking confidently at the hunched Li Deren in front of the old well.
Li Deren's sparse white hair was washed away by the heavy rain. He looked around at the old guys in the village and twitched his lips. It happened that there was enough rain on his face, and he said excitedly, "Thank you."
Hu Baxian walked into the crowd, patted Li Deren on the shoulder happily, and said, "Under your leadership, brother, Zhenhun Village has such a great atmosphere, which is rare in the world. It is worthy of the word Deren in your name."
Li Deren smiled but said angrily to Hu Baxian, "Get out of here."
Yu Qingqing, who was swimming down the water, gritted her teeth. In her current state, her figure was gradually swaying, and her breathing became increasingly rapid due to her lack of strength.
Through telepathy, she found that Mo Guyuan behind her was still standing there blankly, just staring at her, motionless.
"This bastard, stinking idiot, big fool, you really didn't follow me when I told you not to follow me, right? You've heard enough, right? When I finish walking, I'm going to hold on to your ears and keep saying, look. How dare you talk back to me." Yu Qingqing felt aggrieved and filled with anger, and cursed Mo Guyuan non-stop.
Mo Guyuan looked at Yu Qingxing's posture and felt worried in his heart. At this moment, he was caught in a battle between heaven and man. He wanted to rush forward to help her, but he was afraid that Yu Qingxing would get angry in case he distracted her. , wouldn’t it be more dangerous?
Mo Guyuan looked below. The dry river bed was already filled with water that was rising over half of the distance. It was now rushing towards the river embankment outside the village entrance.
"It seems that we are almost done. Why don't we let Miss Yu hold on for a while and then apologize to her properly when we go back?" Mo Guyuan thought to himself.
In front of me, the waves in the water curtain are slowly receding, and the dark clouds in the sky are gradually drifting away. Mo Guyuan looked at Yu Qingxing's increasingly trembling body. His palms were covered in sweat, as if he was walking across a river.
Yu Qingqing's mind was gradually becoming dizzy at this moment, and the golden light behind her and under her left hand was also vague. In a few moments, the wind blew and disappeared.
A stream of light passed by in an instant, and when he looked again, Mo Guyuan had arrived beside Yu Qingxing.
There was a hint of warmth in the hand, followed by waves of comfortable warmth that spread throughout the fish's clear limbs.
Yu Qinggong, who was under the influence of the crossbow, slowly regained her strength. When she regained consciousness, she suddenly saw Mo Guyuan next to her. She was stunned. Yu Qinggong snorted and tried to shake off Mo Guyuan's hand. hand.
"Don't move! After this trip, you can be beaten or scolded if you want. I will never fight back." Mo Guyuan looked forward and said calmly.
The warmth and softness held tightly in Mo Guyuan's hand was like a big stone, deeply wrapping the fish's gurgling water, hot and soft.
The Nine Dragon Glazed Jade shone between the two of them, and the white light rippled like a silk thread, entwining the two together.
At some point, the blade of Xuanyuan Sword slowly grew under her feet until it spread to Yu Qinggong's feet, gently lifting her up.
Yu Qinggong looked at Mo Guyuan in front of him. In his peripheral vision, he could vaguely see the resolute outline of Mo Guyuan's side face. The hand that had not yet been withdrawn gradually lost strength under Mo Guyuan's palm.
The water rolled over and rolled down layer by layer. For dozens of miles around Zhenhun Village, the river water followed the river in all directions, filling the dry and cracked land like branches and leaves.
Ling Jiuquan was sitting on the dome, looking at the two people holding hands, floating in the wind like a couple of gods, until they finished walking across the river.
Spring and summer, autumn and winter, year after year, the three thousand years of time seem to pass by unconsciously.
Ling Jiuquan didn't know what he was thinking about in the past, and there was a faint smile on his lips.
"Liu Li, I haven't made any progress in my practice recently. You have become a god, but I am still in the Void Realm. What should I do? It seems that no matter how hard I try, I can't make any progress." Ling Jiuquan's face was full of annoyance.
"Hey, little Ling'er looks anxious?"
"Can you not be anxious? Hundreds of years have passed in the blink of an eye, and I'm still walking in the same place."
"Come, come over and let me take a look." Liuli waved to Ling Jiuquan.
Ling Jiuquan's face burst with joy, and he ran towards Liuli with a smile on his face, and sat directly in front of her, his eyes full of dependence.
Liuli touched his head gently and smiled slowly, "Don't panic, don't panic, there will be moonlight when the sun goes down..."
If the years can always be peaceful, maybe he can always stay by her side.
Many years ago, he was already a dominant presence in the mountains and seas. After meeting Taotie, the two became even more invincible together. But no matter how arrogant and arrogant he was, in Liuli's eyes, he was still just a good-looking little snake.
In order to protect Ling Jiuquan's identity as the Xuanming Heavenly Python, Liuli, who had not yet become a god, once fought against several ancient gods alone without any fear.
"Ginger..." A hoarse and gentle voice whispered in the sky.
Yu Qingqing, who was on the way, suddenly felt a little dazed. She raised her head and looked at the top of the clouds for no reason, her eyes suddenly confused.
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