Chapter 902 Hearing the news
Dark and gloomy Huangquan Road.
The black ones are the silent high mountain peaks, 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, all covered in white fluorescence, is 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 went straight to the gate of hell. Bai Yujun actually did not 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.
Arriving at Guimen Pass.
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 you breathe in the refreshing heavenly air full of spiritual energy, your whole body will feel comfortable from the bottom of your 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 the 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 oxen pulling the cart. The old oxen mooed as if in protest, and slowly pulled the creaking old cart through the dark city gate. The followers clung to the wall.
Go around the muddy gate of the city.
The continuous rain for days has caused potholes and water accumulation on the road, causing reflections of bullock carts and pedestrians.
In the car, a middle-aged man in official robes was reading a book with a frown on his face. He felt 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, saluted respectfully to the old man with white hair and white beard on the side of the road, without ignoring him because of his status.
"Old man, please stay. Are you a local?"
When the old man saw the official asking questions, he looked calm and unhurried and saluted with his fists clasped.
"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 you tell me the true situation of the flood in Ye Yi, so as to avoid detours?
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The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"To control floods, the officials left one after another and came one after another, claiming to be flood control. The people of Yeyi spent money and effort and worked hard for several years. After heavy rains, the situation returned to its original state."
"I really want to control the water..."
"Alas, the sky in Yeyi has never been clear for three days. There are also two water dragons, Kunshui and Lishui, that are unruly. When 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 officials were silent.
I wanted to control the water according to what was written in the book, but in the end I couldn't say it out loud.
If it could be cured like that, the previous county magistrates would have reported the flood to the court, and someone must have done so, but in the end it failed, wasting people and money and achieving nothing.
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 old man with a long beard 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, lakes and seas 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 your reputation to invite the painter to talk about painting, cook wine and drink tea for the first time?
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, and ordinary poor people have no time to experience and study this art.
"Mr. Gu, Mr. Shen invited Mr. 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 that this was the reason.
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 greeted him sincerely, 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, real artists are 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 assist the county magistrate in controlling the flood, Gu Yuan became increasingly haggard...
More than ten days later.
Painter Gu Yuan fell ill due to rain and humidity on the river bank for days.
After knowing the reason, the old patriarch of the Gu family praised Gu Yuan as the true painter of the Gu family. After some thought, he told the entire Gu family to set up an altar in the rain to 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 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.
Chapter completed!