The matter of Wushan County’s Luck Dragon is over for the time being.
But there are many secrets hidden in it.
Thinking about these secrets is so terrifying that even thinking about them makes the hairs on your body stand on end.
Especially after getting the piece of memory, Li Changan felt a chill on his back.
It seems like there is a pair of terrifying hands behind the scenes, controlling everything.
Even the luck dragon and the third-grade scholar are pawns in his hands.
Twelve years ago, in the third year of Shengchang, the third-grade scholar who killed an entire city of soldiers came to Wushan County.
I don't know what method was used to start a long-term fusion with the luck dragon.
From then on, the three counties of Wushan County began to hold sacrifices for twelve years.
But there are many contradictions in it, which makes Li Changan puzzled.
His father and brother obviously died in Juyong City seven years ago.
There was a gap of five years.
According to this timeline, it doesn't make sense at all.
Is it possible that one person can be divided into two people and appear in the south of the sky and the north of the earth at the same time?
Li Changan shook his head, his eyes full of contemplation,
"If the owner of that voice is trying to seize the luck dragon."
"Whose handiwork were those killers who were bewitched?"
"Or are these killers arranged by the mastermind behind the scenes?"
"It's even possible that these killers were sent here twelve years ago."
"Otherwise, why could these guys set up such a formation to help the luck dragon transform?"
Li Changan put away the Hengyue Sword and looked at the window in front of him in trance.
"The formation is a demon clan formation, and there are so many top-level demon pills. Could it be that it is a demon clan?"
"Secretly controlling those killers, and even controlling a third-grade scholar?"
"If that's the case, will there be a second, or even a third, controlled third-grade scholar in the Great Jin Dynasty?"
Li Changan's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
A huge pressure like Mount Tai suddenly pressed down on my heart.
Just thinking about this assumption makes people tremble and shudder.
If even the third-grade Confucian scholar is just a chess piece, maybe even a chess piece of the demon clan, how much chance does the Great Jin have to survive?
"Or maybe... it's not the demon clan, but a strong person within the Jin Dynasty?"
Li Changan couldn't be sure and couldn't verify it.
A third-grade scholar is already an existence that is difficult to touch for him.
What's more, even a third-grade scholar has become a pawn of the mastermind behind the scenes. If he touches it now, wouldn't he be throwing an egg at a stone?
only……
He had to touch this secret!
Because the third-grade scholar who merged with the Luck Dragon used some unknown method to massacre the entire Juyong City with his own hands seven years ago!
He is his sworn enemy!
He must get to the bottom of things and avenge his father and brother!
"In Jiang Lingyan's dream, the number of cities that were massacred reached forty-nine, and there was also the last one used for sacrifice... Shaking Light City..."
Li Changan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and sighed,
"Control the third level...slaughter the city...sacrifice...and the luck dragon...the mysterious witchcraft killer..."
"The only breaking points here that can be touched are those cities that were massacred in Jiang Lingyan's dream..."
"..."
"One day, I will catch you with my own hands!"
Just then, there was a rapid knock on the door,
"Knock knock knock..."
Li Changan immediately opened his eyes and said, "Come in."
Zeng Shicai opened the door and said urgently, "Sir..."
"What's the matter?" Li Changan looked at Zeng Shicai and asked in surprise.
"I heard from my father that the Queen Mother wants you to resolve the matter of returning the Wenchang Monument to its proper place?" Zeng Shicai's voice was a little urgent.
He had just heard the news and rushed over immediately.
The return of the Wenchang Monument has not even been solved by five third-grade Confucian scholars. Now that you are asking your Excellency to resolve the matter by name, isn't this an obvious way of letting people take the blame?
Li Changan smiled and waved his hand, "It doesn't matter, didn't the Queen give you time?"
"It will take at least a year or even several years before the disaster relief work in the south ends. We can always think of a way."
"But if this matter cannot be resolved, the credit for your hard work in providing disaster relief in the south will be..." Zeng Shicai said hurriedly.
Li Changan signaled Zeng Shicai to be calm and calm, "The most critical thing right now is to solve the flood problem in Wushan County."
"Only by solving the flood problem can the three southern governments make proper arrangements for disaster relief."
"Now that the Luck Dragon has been suppressed, although the people's hearts have not yet returned and the Wenchang Monument cannot be returned to its place, at least it has no impact on disaster relief and flood control."
"Immediately send people from the Ministry of Industry to the three counties of Wushan County."
Zeng Shicai could only temporarily suppress the worries in his heart and asked,
"Sir, in Wushan County, should we follow the previous method of reorganizing the river course, or should we divert part of the Yanshui River into the reservoir in the mountain?"
"The rivers need to be rectified and the reservoirs need to be built, but this time, I want to eliminate the floods in the three prefectures in the south as much as possible." Li Changan took out the map of Wushan County and said,
"The Yan River enters Wanchuan Prefecture and then divides into three main waterways, flowing through three counties respectively."
As he spoke, he drew a few lines on the Kanyu map with a pen,
"I want to build a dam and embankment at the place where Yan River is divided."
"With this dam, we can store water during the flood season and release it during the dry season. As long as there are no problems with the dam, the three southern prefectures will no longer have to worry about flood disasters."
Zeng Shicai was so shocked by Li Changan's plan that he couldn't even speak.
"This, this... Sir, the dam that cuts off the Yan River... This is a large fortification that has never been seen in our Dajin!"
He looked at the simple black lines on the map.
The heart couldn't help but beat violently.
Just thinking about this amazing dam fortification for a moment makes my body tremble.
Such shocking dam construction is truly unheard of.
Eight hundred years after the founding of the Jin Dynasty, no one had ever heard of such a large-scale fortification.
"Sir, sir... can such a dam really be built?"
"This is several times more difficult than moving several mountains."
"According to your imagination, wouldn't such a dam have to connect several mountains?"
"And you have to be able to manually control the opening and closing of the gate..."
"Is this, is this too exaggerated?"
Zeng Shicai believes that after more than half a year of experience, he can gradually integrate what he has learned in the past.
But today, Li Changan's few strokes shattered the inherent experience he had formed in his mind.
It is necessary to use human power to change the appearance of the earth, and even to use the power of ordinary people to turn the favorable weather, time and place to one's own use.
Is such an idea something that normal people can come up with?
Li Changan stood up, patted Zeng Shicai on the shoulder, and said solemnly,
"So this matter requires the full cooperation of the Southern Patrol Division and even millions of laborers to have a chance to accomplish it."
“But once it’s done, it will be a monument that no one can erase!”
"As soon as this dam is built, your and my achievements will be remembered by the world."
"Go and gather everyone together, and first send officials from the Ministry of Industry to conduct on-site surveys."
"Let's see if we can build a dam here to hold back the water!"
Zeng Shicai's breath trembled at the thought of building such a magnificent dam.
He nodded seriously, "I'll make arrangements immediately."
After saying that, Zeng Shicai hurriedly left to gather people.
Li Changan looked at the Kanyu map on the table again and murmured,
"In this day and age, although we don't have large-scale equipment, we have the arts and martial arts, so we should be able to find a way..."
"If ordinary people can't do it, the ability of a third-grade scholar to move mountains and reclaim seas is much better than large-scale equipment..."
"It is not hopeless to recreate the Three Gorges Dam in this era..."
"It's a pity that we can't use hydroelectric power or something. That thing is not suitable."
"No matter how powerful the technology is, it is not as practical as the human race's own cultivation and improvement."
"As soon as a third-grade scholar emerges, all technology will be useless, and even nuclear weapons will be useless..."
After pondering for a moment, Li Chang'an took out the Thousand Mile Telecommunication Note and contacted the other twelve envoys.
The construction of such a dam requires the entire Nanxun Town and Fusi's efforts to be completed.