The evil temple of Yuzhou was completely destroyed. Chen Jiu didn't know what the Emperor felt. He has now returned to his territory, Leyang Realm, and declared to be closed.

In retreat, Chen Jiu was indeed in retreat. Once his cultivation level reached his realm, he could only perceive the heaven and the earth, and gradually detach himself from the heaven and earth by relying on a clear understanding of the heaven and the earth.

After thousands of years, the humane luck gradually recovered, but there was no abnormal movement between the monsters and the barbarians. The strong men of the human race were very strange, and the panic in their hearts became more and more serious.

The thirteen prefectures of the Great Zhou Dynasty were so powerful that the hundreds of people could not hold their heads up.

Yongzhou was one of the thirteen state capitals of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

"The sky is dry and everything is dry, watch out for the candles." The street patrolman in Yongzhou kept tapping with a clapper in his hand.

Indeed, this year is particularly hot in Yongzhou.

Where are the ancient stars and the sun hanging in the sky? The space changes, it looks like the sun rises and the moon sets. In fact, it is just that the sun's energy fluctuations are too strong, distorting the surrounding space, which is what everyone sees.

The hot sun's fire, coupled with the lack of moisture in the dry air, makes people more irritable.

The neighbors are sitting under the big tree, and you talk to me about the weather.

"The weather in Yongzhou this year is really strange. It stands to reason that it has passed the summer heat, why the weather is still so hot" said an old man who was about to lose his teeth.

Another old man in a broken gown was sweating: "The weather is so hot, and I sit here with constant sweat, let alone go to the mountain to work, and I have not walked to the mountain yet, I am afraid that I will be dehydrated."

"Yes, that is, the weather is so abnormal, I don't know why the monks of the court have not come to pray for rain."

"I heard that the previous emperor didn't canonize the four dragon kings of wind, rain, thunder and lightning, why didn't these four gods act to drive away the heat?" Some people complained.

The whole Yongzhou is suffering from severe drought. It seems that the sun star suddenly sprinkled endless brilliance here, and it was how to bear it.

At Yongzhou Academy, a group of students was surging with righteousness, but there was no water vapor in the sky, and it was difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, not even water vapor. How do you want them to rain.

"Have you ever reported to the court?" Da Neng of Yongzhou Academy asked.

A scholar nodded: "Sir, rest assured, the information in the academy has long been written to the court."

"Yongzhou has never experienced a drought like this. I am afraid that something is wrong. Everyone should take precautions. As the land has changed and the climate is arid, all the ghosts, ghosts and snakes are running out. We must use the force of thunder to suppress it." Active, righteousness lasts forever.

"My Confucianism has been prosperous for thousands of years. It has become the mainstream of the heavens. Now is the critical moment. Don't be negligent. No one can deal with the problem. If you break your own affairs, it is small. If it is broken, my Confucianism is big.

Yongzhou prefecture, the prefectural master sat there quietly, although sweating profusely. But there is a calmness of its own, as if the heat has no effect on it.

"Steward. Has the court ever answered?" The state government's voice was slightly hoarse, obviously because of excessive sweating and lack of moisture in the body.

"Master, there is little news from the imperial court, I am afraid that I did not pay attention to my drought in Yongzhou at all." A thin old man with a housekeeper's hat stood behind the lord of the state capital.

The state mansion closed his eyes lightly: "What do those people from the court do? What did the prince say?"

In a county in Yongzhou, a prince named by the first emperor sits in the town, which is the fief of the prince.

"The prince said to wait for the court's reply," the butler said.

At this moment, a servant ran in panickingly: "Master, it's not good, it's not good. Something has happened."

"Why are you so flustered?" the state government scolded angrily.

The slave was slightly calm: "My lord, according to the monitoring of the scholars of the academy, most of the vegetation in Yongzhou is shrinking, like water is insufficient, the ground sand is gradually drying, and the water source is constantly losing. I am afraid that it will dry up before long." .

"What?" The lord of the state capital sat dizzy on the chair when he heard the words, and then stroked his hat: "Once the water dries up, I will be in great chaos in Yongzhou, and the turmoil of the human race will begin."

"Why is there no response from the imperial court? Go to expeditiously send information to San Gong Wumu," the governor gritted his teeth.

"My lord, this is not in accordance with the law. Kong has the suspicion of transgression. When the emperor asks the crime, we can't eat and walk around," the steward said cautiously.

"When is this, no matter what to overstep or not to overstep, if we go on like this, there must be a Fang Xiandao monk who instigates refugees to rebel. We will not only lose our lives by that time, but even the Nine Clan will not be able to protect our lives." Report it quickly, without delay."

"Yes" the butler was helpless, so he had to arrange for a letter to be sent out manually.

In the afternoon, a soldier rode a wind and thunder beast, galloping towards Shangjing.

In Yongzhou, a big mountain rises into the clouds, and the mountains are full of dense jungle.

A man and a woman stood there, like a fairy in the cloud.

"Brother, Master sent a letter to tell me to wait here to block the Yongzhou Courier to help the prince. I don't know when this Yongzhou Courier will come over," the woman said slightly impatiently.

The senior brother held a folding fan in his hand and whispered softly. The coolness came to his face, and the irritability disappeared: "Junior sister, don't worry, let's be fine, just wait patiently here."

As he was talking, the senior brother's ear twitched: "Junior sister, I was still talking about it just now but I didn't expect it to come."

"It's the wind and thunder beast of Yongzhou" the woman said as she looked at the silhouette at the foot of the mountain.

"Are you sure it is him?" the man said seriously.

"Yes, the messengers in Yongzhou all use wind and thunder beasts, and now the prince's plan has not revealed the clues, the court has no guard, we have mental arithmetic unintentional, there is absolutely no reason to fail."

After speaking, with a wave of the woman's hand, countless rocks were picked up by a gust of wind, and fell from the height with howling, Feng Lei Beast also had to stop.

"Call~~~" The messenger restrained Fenglei Beast tightly and shouted at the sky: "I am the Yongzhou messenger. Who dares to stop me and obstruct important events in the court, and is not afraid that the emperor will sin?".

"I don't know if the emperor will guilty, I only know that your life is dying." As the man spoke, countless plants and leaves flew up out of thin air, like a sharp arrow from the string, the air roared towards the messenger. go with.

Those who can be messengers are not ordinary people, but first-class masters.

The letters of the court are top-secret and are important. The person sending the letters must not only be loyal to the court, but also have good skills to protect the letter.

The "Roar of Thousand Army" messenger was born in the army, and with a roar, blood boiled, and the spell attached to the vegetation instantly failed and fell to the ground.

"Good, good means, worthy of being a master in the army, the evil spirit is strong" The man clapped his hands, the next moment the earth surged with countless ground thorns, the man avoided, but Feng Lei Beast became a sieve eye by surprise.

The "Bold" man ranted angrily. Without a mount, his letter could not be sent to Beijing every year. This letter is related to the lives of countless people and must not be delayed.

The man roared, his body as light as a swallow, stepped on the trees in the mountains, stood up in the air, and killed the two monks on the top of the mountain.

"Humph" the woman hummed, the plain white silk stretched infinitely, passing through the dense branches and leaves, and hit the man on the chest.

The man's finger suddenly pierced his palm, and the blood flew out the next moment.

The sound of "tearing" sulfuric acid pouring onto the skin sounded.

That drop of blood is like sulfuric acid, and the cloth silk is like skin. When the two collide, the martial artist's blood and energy are pure and Yang, and the magic weapon of the monk is the most restrained. The magic weapon is temporarily abolished at once, and it needs to be warmed and cleaned by mana. To be reused.

The next moment ~lightnovelpub.net~ the man grabbed the ribbon and pulled it suddenly.

The other end of the ribbon is tied to the woman's wrist and waist.

The woman flew out of thin air and fell towards the bottom of the mountain.

From the magic weapon, the messenger relied on the power of pure Yang Qi and blood to destroy the magic weapon, and then dragged the woman down, just in the blink of an eye.

The "junior sister" senior yelled, a wind blade flew out of his palm, and he cut at the messenger's wrist: "Let's go."

This time the confrontation was so fast that the rabbits flew up and down, which made people a little bit unable to keep up with their thoughts.

The falling rocks shocked the birds in the jungle that kept flapping their wings and rushing to the surrounding wilderness.

"Good means, the great Zhou army is really talented, and a small messenger has such means, it is really frightening." (To be continued...)

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