I love the lake that is not enough to travel east, and the white sand embankment is in the shade of green willows.

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In the lake outside the West Lake, there are a small pavilion in the lake, and several wealthy young men dressed in the scholars are enjoying the scenery of the spring lake.

The person in charge shook his head and recited a song "Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake" by the lay Buddhist in Xiangshan. He savored the meaning of it and couldn't help but praise it:

"Today I know what Wang Youjun said, "Those who read it later will also feel the meaning of this kind of culture."

"Bai Letian's poem has strict structure, exquisite parallelism, and simple words, suitable for all ages. It is no wonder that it has become a famous chant for West Lake in all dynasties!"

This rich young man obviously has a good identity, and just a few casual words have also attracted others to echo:

"Young Master Chen said it is right. Bai Letian wrote this poem as well. It is also a scene in early spring. I thought that he was standing in Jia Gong Pavilion. He saw the rippling winter water, the clouds were low, and the lake and mountains were all hidden in his eyes. So he felt something in his heart. His literary spirit was like a spring, and he could speak outside, so he could make his poem.

"It's a pity that Jia Gongting was built during the Zhenyuan period and was abandoned in less than fifty or sixty years later. Otherwise, if we were just traveling today, Mr. Chen would not be able to be in harmony with Mr. Bai back then and create a literary spirit!"

Mr. Chen shook his head and cursed with a smile:

"Don't joke about you guys. I, Chen Er, can also consider how much I have. I don't want to give birth to a literary atmosphere or something. I will just live a peaceful life with the lingering sway of my father.

"Those paths of cultivation that are of all the best in this life will be considered unrequited to me."

Seeing this scholar laughing at himself, the others expressed their consolation. Some said that Mr. Chen was very talented and could only be talented as long as he was diligent and devoted to learning. Some said that Mr. Chen’s ancestors started his own business with martial arts and could inherit the will of his ancestors, go north to fight with foreign races.

Some people even say that in the present, there is no disaster except the northern alien races and the southwestern Miaojiang. Even if you don’t follow the path of cultivation, it’s not impossible to be a rich and idle person.

With the words chaotic, Mr. Chen didn't realize that something was wrong in his heart, but he was furious about these unsightly friends, so he waved his hand and tried to change the topic.

He saw the sound of gongs and drums coming from the shore of West Lake, and there were crowds of people gathered around a dragon dance team applauding, so he said curiously:

"What are you doing there? But what are the customs of rituals? I have never seen them in Lin'an City in the past."

The young man who lives in a manor outside the city smiled and said:

"That's 'fighting the Dragon King'!"

"Fight the Dragon King?" Mr. Chen was curious, so he smiled and said, "Let's go, let's take a look."

So a group of people left the pavilion in the middle of the lake and walked towards the shore.

The young master who spoke before introduced as he walked:

"As we all know, when Mr. Dongpo served in Hangzhou for two years, he dredged the West Lake and piled up mud to form a long dike across the north and south of the West Lake, which was later Sugong Dike.

"However, when building the long dike, a neilong was born in the West Lake. He wanted to destroy the dike gates and flood Yuhang, and turn the land into a marsh country to expand its territory. So Dongpo lay Buddhists rushed to West Lake in person and fought Neilong alone. After a great war, Neilong was set up at the bottom of the West Lake and set up three towers and six bridges to prevent him from getting out of trouble, so the Su Dike was completely built.

"Since then, during the Zhonghe Festival, people gathered around the West Lake, dancing dragons and beating gongs, imitating the actions of Mr. Su that year, to 'beat the Dragon King'."

"This is interesting," Mr. Chen smiled. "I have heard of the evil dragon's rebellion, but I never thought that there were such activities among the people. It seems that I have been staying in the city for a long time on weekdays."

The group talked and laughed. As soon as they arrived at the shore, they had not taken a few steps, but they saw that the sky was dim and visible to the naked eye. Lead clouds spread out from the sky, which was as gloomy as winter.

Mr. Chen frowned and said:

"What's going on? I haven't heard of the weather changing recently!"

Someone laughed and said:

"Is it possible that there are hundreds of experts from nearby to compete to trigger changes in the astronomical phenomena?"

"Impossible," Mr. Chen asserted, "There are no people in Hangzhou. The strongest one is the family discipline who signs the book and judges' office. Even if he takes all his strength, he will not be as handsome as he does."

Several people frowned when they heard this. Mr. Cheng's father was a military monk. He was released from Beijing and abroad through the provincial election a few years ago. He was appointed as the judge of Hangzhou. He had the title of the Left Sanqi Changshi.

In the huge city of Hangzhou, no one is his opponent except the old magistrate who was born in Confucianism.

Now that Mr. Cheng denied this statement, they could not understand the origin of the changes in the celestial phenomena for a while.

boom--!

Just as the few people were confused, a loud noise suddenly exploded, and a strong wind emerged from the bottom of the lake, rolling up the lake water to connect to the sky, forming a spiral. The sound of a dragon roar came from afar, shocking the mind.

"No, could it be that the evil dragon at the bottom of the lake escaped?"

The mortals by the lake had already fainted in the loud noise, and only these wealthy young men had their own brilliance. With the help of the protective treasures given by their homes, they blocked the loud noise like a crack in the sky.

But I am still dizzy and unstable, and it is difficult to gain a foothold.

The jade ring on Mr. Chen's hand burst into cracks, and a bloody battle on the battlefield, the tragic spirit of Yousheng burst out from it, turning into a bloody flag to protect him and the people around him, so as not to be hurt by being shocked.

Listening to the powerful dragon roar, the young man who lived in the manor outside the city said in panic:

"That evil dragon was suppressed here and has always been stable. Has it been a careless court until today?"

Several people watched the entire West Lake water be rolled up by the strong wind, revealing the wet lake bed, and the fish and shrimps in it were rolled up. Several long embankments in the West Lake, even small islands, three towers, and stone bridges all had literary spirits, turning into vague figures with erect and wide caps, chanting the classics of various philosophers, suppressing the red dragon body that was looming in the water tornado.

A loud laughter came from it, like thunder roaring, resounding for a thousand miles:

"I have been dormant for hundreds of years, and today is the opportunity to get out of trouble!"

Another long dragon roar, the thick lead clouds in the sky fluctuated violently, like a lake with stones smashed down, taking the shape of a funnel and connecting with the tornado.

The clouds broke, the atmosphere at high altitude was instantly torn apart, and the deep starry sky was revealed in the eyes of creatures in Hangzhou during the day.

Two big stars shone brightly in it, and were suddenly opened like a pass. A huge bottomless boat descended from the sky and floated in the air of West Lake. There were more than a dozen figures standing on the deck. Those with strong auras were comparable to those of the country's ruler, and those of the weak were no less than those of the hundreds of monks who were ordinary family-based.

The young master Chen and others below made their scalp numb, and they didn't dare to guess what the origin of these people were.

Under their gaze, one of the majestic men dressed in a king took a step forward, reached out to sweep the water tornado, and a hundred-foot-meter-long red dragon jumped out of it and merged into his body.

Removing the suppressed me, Chen Bi Sect's aura suddenly rose and instantly crossed the threshold of the Earth Immortal, as if he could compare with Chen Nan.

He showed a smile on his face, turned around and clasped his fists and said:

"We have already passed through the two realms of heaven, and this is the world of Baijia."

Ding Qi stood aside and looked around from afar. He saw that the scenery in this world was roughly similar to that of Jiuzhou, but there were many changes on this basis. Even the clothes and clothing of the people were not much the same, and it was more glamorous than Jiuzhou.

"A hundred schools of thought spread throughout the world, and the way of practice is decentralized, which will affect people's livelihood?"

He couldn't help but think.

Then he looked to the direction of Lin'an City in Jiuzhou. Sure enough, there was also a big city standing here. At this time, soldiers were already standing on the walls, and blood was radiating from their bodies, forming an army to protect the entire city.

On the city gate tower near West Lake, there were even a group of officials from all over the world looking here. The leaders were all civil and military. The civil officials seemed to be old, but their eyes were shining, and a literary aura surged into the sky, showing a towering palace inside, like the yamen hall of the prefecture.

The sound of calligraphy inside is full of sounds, and the reading of poetry, calligraphy, rituals, Yi, and the classics of the Spring and Autumn Period are obviously from the Confucian lineage.

The military officer beside him had a calm expression. The essence and blood energy, like wolf smoke, was the center of the military formation, and blessed the power of the formation. Every move was full of the power of a martial arts immortal. There was also a round of blood light hanging high behind his head, but inside it was the appearance of a military camp. The blood energy of the soldiers under his subordinates rushed into it and turned into figures and fell down, each performing his duties and his military appearance was purged.

"This generation has opened up the achievements of his own practice into a small world of heaven and earth. Those who practice literature are the government offices and academic palaces, and those who practice martial arts are the military camps. Both can also be practiced together."

Seeing that everyone was moved by the aura, Long Jun looked at the city gate tower together, so he explained from the side.

"For example, those two people were obviously monks in the realm of "Qijia". They had official positions in the temple and were granted national fortunes, so they could manifest this scene in their merits and achievements.

"If there are people in the world, it will be a different atmosphere."

The Dragon King reached out and pressed it. The lead clouds retreated, and a ray of golden sun fell. The turbulent West Lake water calmed down instantly, slowly flowing into the huge pit under his feet, returning to the shimmering scenery.

"What should we do next?"

Just as Sa Zhenren was about to speak, a scream suddenly came from a distance, and a spiral-like airflow teared the atmosphere and shot towards Longjun.

The air was penetrated wherever it passed, and white clouds exploded behind it, making a sound of thunder.

Seeing this, Sa Zhenren smiled gently, and slapped the small fan with bamboo-handled and brown silk in his hand gently forward. If the little boy beats fireflies, thousands of lightning lights surge out from the fan. If the sky river hangs upside down, flooding the spiral airflow.

The thunder thunder rushed down, and suddenly dissipated when it was about to touch the ground, disappearing without a trace. However, the charred earth, wood, and rocks on the edge of the West Lake show that what we saw before was not an illusion.

A few pieces of charred debris fell from the air and were called into the hands by Long Jun, and said in a bad tone:

"It is a dragon-killing arrow that defeats our dragon clan. Those who have just taken action also have the power of the earth immortal."

Zhenren Sa shook his head without saying anything, while Zhenren Cuixu pointed to the horizon and said:

"Look, that person is here."

In the east sky, a figure walked in the void, eight feet tall, looked like a god, wearing a blue shirt and covered with armor on his left arm.

He held a mottled and heavy bow in his hand and a bag of iron arrows around his waist. The dragon clan was surrounded by blood. Obviously, there were many dragon clans who died under the arrow.

There is also a round of light transformed by the essence and blood behind this person's mind. However, it is not the military scenery inside, but a human country. Everyone in the country can fight well without any intention of laziness. Just like a war machine running with all their might, everyone is a part of the machine, with silence and murder.

"This person has the legacy of Old Qin." Wang Chongyang couldn't help but say, "From his momentum, can he be a military tyrant?"

"That's right," Long Jun's face was not good, and he obviously had a very poor impression of the bow and arrow in the man's hand. "The humanistic and merits turned into something similar to the earthly immortals and blessed land, and it has turned from virtual to real. What we see is the scenery of the other world.

"Femalely, he has obtained the profound inheritance of military strategists. I wonder if he is one of the four military strategists."

Sun Wu, Wu Qi, Sun Bin, and Wei Liao, these four are the four saints of military strategists, each with its martial arts scriptures.

The figure with a bow came to the gate tower of Hangzhouzhou. At the bottom, a civil and military officer quickly led the officials to pay their respects.

The magistrate said worriedly:

"Zhang Longtu, now the evil dragon in West Lake has been out of trouble, and there is an inexplicable person on his side to help him. What should we do?"

The man respected as Zhang Longtu said in a deep voice:

"If you want to mention the evil dragon in West Lake, six of the ten people are governing the country, and the other four are also knowledgeable officials and are more powerful than those in the country.

"With the power of Qiantang and the state of Qiantang, they cannot be stopped.
To be continued...