By the time Zhai Lingxiu returned to the inn, it was already getting late, but everyone was still waiting for her good news in Yao Jingli's room.

"How's it going? Did you get the stuff?" Jiang Qianfeng saw Zhai Lingxiu coming back and stepped forward curiously and asked.

"Sister Yao's good strategy, coupled with my good acting skills, it's easy to catch it." Zhai Lingxiu showed off proudly, then took out the handed down dagger from his sleeve and handed it to Bai Wuyan

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Bai Wuyan took the dagger, held the handle in his hand and pulled it out of the gem-encrusted scabbard, and looked at it carefully.

The dagger was completely black, but not ink-colored. Under natural light, it actually shone with a platinum light.

It is unknown whether this Wujin came from a strange stone that fell from the sky in ancient times, or a strange ore that has been buried deep in the earth's veins for thousands of years, but its forging process is obviously much older than that of the slightly exaggerated scabbard.

Bai Wuyan gently touched the four words "Serve the country with loyalty" engraved on the handle of the dagger with his fingers, and showed a meaningful smile: "This dagger is indeed another soul object."

Carrying the black gold dagger, Bai Wuyan and his party returned to the bank of Longkai River.

When Bai Wuyan came to the sacrificial platform again, the Dragon God showed up as promised.

He still looked like an old man with a green beard, but there seemed to be something vaguely strange about him.

Although the appearance is the same, the feeling he gives is very different from before.

When I first met the Dragon God, he was majestic, heroic and had the air of a general.

But the current Dragon God gives people a humble and respectful feeling, like a spring breeze, more like a Confucian scholar.

If it were an ordinary person, they might not be able to notice this subtle difference at all, but the other person was facing a thick-medium-thin Bai Wuyan.

"I can't give you this dagger yet." Bai Wuyan spoke first again, breaking the situation.

"Why? Don't you want to see Meng Zhangjun anymore?" Although the old man on the other side was very confused, he still remained calm because he still had the trump card in his hand.

"I want to, but you are not the Dragon God," Bai Wuyan was not to be outdone, and asked calmly and calmly: "Who are you?"

Faced with this sudden question, the old man unexpectedly burst into laughter: "You actually asked me who I am? Well, that's fine. How about this, how about I tell you a story?"

"Please keep your story short." Bai Wuyan still maintained his gentlemanly demeanor, and others gathered around him curiously.

"A long time ago, in this small village at the foot of Qinghuan Mountain, there lived a little boy who just went to private school."

Following the old man's emotional narration, it seemed that everyone had entered the small mountain village back then: "It was a cold winter day. When the little boy came home from school, he unexpectedly found an about to die on the snowy roadside.

The little green snake that was frozen to death struggled to poke its little head out of the snow."

"The little boy must be frightened." When Jiang Qianfeng heard this, he couldn't help but interject.

"No. The little boy was not frightened. On the contrary, he was very caring and took the little green snake home." The old man replied: "And he also found a small wooden box and stuffed it inside.

Some cotton gave the little green snake a new home."

"What happened next?" asked the caring girls. It seemed that they were also very concerned about what happened to the little green snake.

"Later, the little snake was saved, came back to life, and survived that once-in-a-hundred-year winter safely." The old man breathed a long sigh of relief, as if the little boy was him.

"From then on, the little green snake and the little boy were inseparable. No matter where he went, the little boy would take the small wooden box with him until the teacher at the private school noticed this strange behavior."

"Sir, did you find out and insist that the little boy let the snake go?" Jiang Qianfeng interjected again.

"Yes, the husband also told the little boy's parents. His parents said that if he didn't throw away the little snake, he shouldn't go home. However, every time the little boy took the snake to the wild and released it, it would quickly die.

He returned to the little boy again, and was full of spirituality. He gently wrapped around the little boy's feet like a child coquettishly. How could the little boy have the heart to throw it away?"

"Yes, yes." Everyone agreed.

"This little boy is also very stubborn. He couldn't bear it and sighed in his heart. Since this snake can't let go of me, and I can't let go of this snake, then I won't go home or go to school at all. I'll just take this snake with me.

Little green snake, let’s wander outside.”

"In this way, the little boy and the little green snake began to live together. In the blink of an eye, two years passed. The little boy gradually grew up, and the little green snake became bigger. The little boy again

I was unable to take good care of it. After thinking about it for a long time, although I was reluctant to let it go, I still brought the snake back to the foot of Qinghuan Mountain and released it." Amidst the sounds of regret, the old man added: "At this time, this snake

The little green snake has also grown up

He seemed to have become sensible. Instead of pestering the child and refusing to leave as before, he suddenly spoke. He delayed his studies because the little boy took care of him, so he hoped that the little boy would not put down his homework and continue to return to the private school.

After the little green snake reluctantly left the little boy and went into the mountains, the little boy really began to study hard, and many years later he actually became the top scorer in high school."

Speaking of this, the old man smiled happily and continued: "At that time, the imperial court received an urgent report of floods in Jiujiang. It turns out that Jiujiang is on the edge of the Yangtze River, and the southwest is full of mountains.

, the water flowing down from Qinghuan Mountain and Lushan Mountain will pass through Jiujiang. If there is no particularly heavy rain,

At that time, the water could still slowly flow through Jiujiang to the Yangtze River. But once a heavy rainstorm occurred, when the flood passed through Jiujiang, because there was no big river that could drain the water to the Yangtze River in time, the flood would rush into Jiujiang City.

.So Jiujiang suffers from floods almost every year, sometimes more than once a year."

"The emperor at that time was very anxious after seeing the report. After thinking hard, he finally decided to send the new champion, that is, the little boy to control the floods in Jiujiang, and ordered him to complete the task within three years."

"After receiving the decree, the little boy returned to Jiujiang without stopping, and immediately organized manpower and material resources to open the river and control the water. In the blink of an eye, in two months, the three-year limit will be reached, but the river channel has not been dug yet. The little boy is really anxious

, he knew that if he could not complete the task, it would be a crime

He would lose his head for the crime of deceiving the emperor. He knew even more that if he could not successfully dig the river channel, the people living here would continue to be harmed by floods. What should he do? As he was thinking hard,

When he didn't know what to do, he had a strange dream."
Chapter completed!