The dark and gloomy Huangquan Road.
The black ones are the silent high peaks, and the red ones are the sea of flowers on the other side. The winding Huangquan Road connects Guimen Pass and the Wangchuan River, and a team of two hundred people with white fluorescent lights all over their bodies is seen rushing on.
Bai Yujun looked back from time to time until Fengdu could no longer be seen.
"I always keep it in mind..."
Taking one last look, he turned around and led the heavenly soldiers on their way quickly.
When passing by the Tiance Iron-Blooded Legion, which was as silent as a statue, they slowed down and did not want to disturb the sleeping tired soldiers. They were very tired and waited silently, quietly guarding the underworld.
"Goodbye."
The team of heavenly soldiers and generals in fluorescent white armor passed through the Huangquan Road and headed straight for the gate of hell. Bai Yujun actually didn't like the death energy of the underworld. He was always running dragon energy to protect the dragon body from being infected by the death energy and Yin energy. He also had an inexplicable intuition. Even if Being infected by death energy may not necessarily lead to immediate death.
There is a high possibility of falling into sleep and waiting for recovery. One hundred, one thousand, ten thousand years, the day will come when the dragon will raise its head.
Arrive at the Gate of Hell.
Show the jade certificate when going through the formalities.
The hideous and ugly ghost will call the ghost soldiers to make way for the heavenly servants. Bai Yujun leads more than two hundred heavenly soldiers into the ghost gate under the gaze of countless ghosts, and passes through the teleportation array to return to the Nantianmen.
When breathing in the refreshing heavenly air full of spiritual energy, the whole dragon feels comfortable from the bottom of his heart.
"call……"
"The air in the fairy world is still fresh and not suffocating. I want to drink up the waterfall and take a shower for three days and three nights!"
I went to the mission hall to hand in the mission, took a shuttle boat to fly to Yaochi, and went directly to the remote Fairy Mountain Suspension Rock without returning to the camp to report, and drank Lingquan Waterfall as juice...
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A small country in the main world continent.
Yeyi is an ancient city that is peaceful but often troubled by floods.
The simple team arrived at the ancient city by the river. The old man drove the car, and the whip occasionally hit the old scalper pulling the cart. The old cow mooed as if in protest, and slowly pulled the creaking old cart through the dark city gate. The followers clung to the wall. Going around the city gate was muddy.
The continuous rain for days has caused potholes and water accumulation on the road, reflecting the broken oxcarts and pedestrians.
In the car, a middle-aged man in official robes was reading a book with a frown on his face. He felt a headache about the flooding. He saw a lot of rain on the first day after arriving in Yeyi, and he was worried about whether the flood control could be successful.
He opened the curtain and glanced at the ancient city that was about to be under his control, sighing.
Suddenly I saw an ordinary old man with white hair and a long beard.
My heart moved inexplicably.
"Wait, stop the car."
The old man driving the cart suddenly woke up and pulled the reins. The old cow mooed dissatisfied and stopped.
The middle-aged official opened the curtain and stepped out of the bullock cart, saluting the old man with white hair and white beard on the side of the road respectfully, without ignoring him because of his status.
"Old man, please stay. You are a local."
When the old man saw the official asking questions, he looked calm and unhurried and clasped his fists in salute.
"The old man is a native of Yeyi. His ancestors have lived here for generations. I don't know what's going on, sir."
"I went to Ye Yi as the county magistrate, and was ordered to control the floods and restore peace to the people on both sides of the strait. However, I didn't know much about the water conditions when I first arrived. Every old man in the family is like a treasure. Can the old man tell me the true situation of the flood in Ye Yi, so as to avoid detours? .”
The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Controlling the water, the officials left one after another and came one after another, claiming to be water control. The people of Yeyi worked hard for several years with money and effort, and the situation returned to the original state after heavy rains."
"I really want to control the water..."
"Alas, the sky in Yeyi has never been clear for three days, and there are two water dragons, Kunshui and Lishui, that are unruly. Whenever there is a heavy rain, they will flood both sides of the river, flooding thousands of hectares of farmland and destroying thousands of houses. How can you control it?"
"I……"
The official was silent.
I wanted to control the water according to what was written in the book, but in the end I couldn't say it.
If it could be cured like that, the previous county magistrates would have reported the flood to the court. Someone must have done so, but in the end it failed, and nothing was achieved at the expense of people and money.
Bow with both hands.
"In Xian Shen Zhu, I am determined to solve the flood problem for the people of Ye Yi. I also asked the elderly to give me some advice. Shen is very grateful."
The old man smiled slightly and put on his straw hat.
"Walking more, looking more, thinking more, the two water dragons in Kunli will finally be at peace."
After saying that, the long-bearded old man boarded the stone bridge to cross the river. Magistrate Shen was thoughtful, but when he came back to his senses, he found that the old man had gone away.
Magistrate Shen said to himself.
"dragon……"
It is said that the rivers and lakes in the world belong to the dragon clan, but Shen Zhu does not believe that there are dragons in the rivers. It is just a fabrication. If there are dragons, why don't they calm down the floods as soon as possible? The locals in Yeyi often burn incense and pray to God for mercy. There are many tributes, and the floods Still not over.
He arrived at Yeyi County Yamen with a frown on his face and hurriedly took office after the handover.
When I came to the study room, I saw a map of Yeyi hanging on the wall, indicating the location of the county seat and the direction of the mountains and rivers, among which Kunshui and Lishui were particularly eye-catching.
Shen Zhu put his hands behind his back and raised his head to stare at the map for a long time, his eyes fixed on Kunli Ershui.
The time for burning incense has passed.
"Come here~"
"My lord, please tell me something."
"Go and invite the best painter in Ye Yi. I have something to ask of you."
"Here."
The entourage quickly and silently trotted out of the backyard, inquired with the locals, and then went straight to a certain painter's house. In the rain, he picked up a certain painter and brought him to the county government office. Everyone was confused. Is it detrimental to his reputation to invite the painter to talk about painting, cook wine and drink tea when he first came to work?
The painter lifted his robe and crossed the high threshold to enter.
"Gu Yuan, the ancient family of Dongcheng, has met the county magistrate."
Those who are good at calligraphy and painting must be children of wealthy families. Ordinary poor people have no time to experience and study this art.
"Mr. Gu, Mr. Shen invited you here for one thing. Can you draw a picture of a real dragon? It will be the same size as this picture. I will thank you very much."
"Draw...draw a dragon?"
The painter surnamed Gu did not expect this.
Magistrate Shen nodded.
"Yes, draw a real dragon, the more realistic the better."
"It's the same size as a map. Could it be that the county magistrate wants to change this map?"
The painter named Gu was puzzled.
He thought that the county magistrate was so arty that he didn't care about the life and death of the people in Ye Yi.
"Exactly, Shen is determined to quell the floods in Yeyi. After much thought, the key lies in the dragon. The map can be put away temporarily until the floods are quelled and then hung up again. Before that, I want to witness the true dragon's determination to control the floods every day. "
"It's Gu who made the mistake of blaming you..."
The painter paid sincere greetings, and Shen Zhu stretched out his hand to support him.
"Don't worry, sir. Gu will do his best to draw the most realistic dragon. If the two rivers of Kunli and Kunli are managed, he will naturally draw his charm. Gu will go to the river now."
As the saying goes, a true artist is always different.
After the painter Gu Yuan finished speaking, he left without waiting for Magistrate Shen Zhu's reply. It seemed that he was going to the river to look at the water for inspiration. Shen Zhu was greatly admired.
It is said that the painter Gu Yuan held an umbrella along the Kunli Ershui River in the rain for days and watched the rushing river.
But it is easy to draw water, but difficult to draw a dragon, and it is even more difficult to draw the charm of a real dragon. In order to help the county magistrate control the water, Gu Yuan becomes increasingly haggard...
More than ten days later.
Painter Gu Yuan fell ill due to rain and humidity by the river for days.
After knowing the reason, the old patriarch of the Gu family praised Gu Yuan as the authentic painter of the Gu family. After thinking about it, he told the entire Gu family to set up an altar in the rain and worship fruits, melons and animals.
But it is difficult to burn incense in the rain. How can you pray without burning incense?
The old patriarch of the Gu family had an idea and led the whole clan to kneel down in the rain.
"The Gu clan worships the dragon devoutly~"
at the same time.
A certain white man lying asleep under the waterfall in the Fairyland Yaochi moved his ears, yawned and waved his hands in a daze. Miraculously, the rain stopped in the Yeyi Gu family mansion.
The Gu family was overjoyed and lit incense to worship the dragon.
