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Dark and gloomy Huangquan Road.

The black ones are the quiet and high mountain peaks, the red ones are the sea of ​​flowers on the other side, the winding Huangquan Road connects Guimenguan and Wangchuan River, and a team of 200 people with white fluorescent light all over them is seen rushing on their way.

Bai Yujun looked back from time to time until he could no longer see Fengdu.

"I've always kept it in my mind..."

After one last look, he turned his head and led the Heavenly Soldiers on their way.

Slow down when passing the Tiance Jagged Legion, which is as silent as a statue, and do not want to disturb the tired soldiers who are sleeping. They are very tired, waiting silently, quietly guarding the ghost gate Huangquan.

"Goodbye."

The team of celestial generals emitting fluorescent white armor swept across Huangquan Road and went straight to the gate of hell. Bai Yujun actually didn't like the death qi in the underworld. Being infected with death energy does not necessarily lead to immediate death.

However, it is very likely that he will fall into sleep and wait for recovery. One hundred years, one thousand years, ten thousand years, there will be a day when the dragon will raise its head.

Arrive at the gate of hell.

Show the jade ultimatum to go through the formalities.

The terrifying and ugly ghost greeted the ghost soldiers to make way for the heavenly servants. Bai Yujun led more than 200 heavenly soldiers to enter the gate of ghost gates under the gaze of countless ghosts, and then returned to Nantianmen through the teleportation array.

When breathing the fresh heavenly air full of aura, the whole dragon feels comfortable from the heart.

"call…"

"It's still the fresh air in the fairyland, I want to drink the waterfall and take a shower for three days and three nights!"

I went to the mission hall to hand in the mission, flew to Yaochi by boat, and did not return to the camp to report directly to the suspended rock of the remote Xianshan, drinking Lingquan Waterfall as juice...

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A small country in the main world continent.

Yeyi, an ancient city that is quiet but often plagued by floods.

The simple team arrived at the ancient city by the river. The old man drove the car. The whip occasionally hit the old scalper who was pulling the cart lightly. Around the city gate muddy.

The rainy days made the road potholes and water accumulated, reflecting the ox carts and pedestrians.

Inside the car, a middle-aged man in an official robe was reading books with a frowning face. He felt a headache from the flood. On the first day he arrived in Yeyi, he saw a lot of rain, and he was worried about whether he could successfully control the water.

He opened the curtain and glanced at the ancient city that was about to be managed by himself, and sighed.

Suddenly I saw an ordinary old man with white hair and long beard.

Heart inexplicably moved.

"Wait, stop."

The old man who was driving the car came to his senses and pulled the reins, and the old cow stopped with a moo of dissatisfaction.

The middle-aged official opened the curtain and stepped out of the bullock cart, and respectfully saluted the old man with white hair and white beard by the roadside, without ignoring him because of his identity.

"Old man, please stay. May I ask if you are a local."

The old man clasped his fists and saluted with a calm expression when he saw the official questioning him.

"The old man is a native of Yeyi, and his ancestors have lived here for generations. I don't know what the adults are doing."

"This official went to Yeyi to serve as the county magistrate, and was ordered to come to control the floods and bring peace to the people on both sides of the strait. However, I didn't know much about the water conditions when I first arrived. There are old people in the family who have treasures. ."

The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"To control the water, the officials left one after another, and they all claimed to be water control. The people of Yeyi paid and worked hard for several years, and the heavy rains returned to their original state."

"This official really wants to control the water..."

"Hey, there are no sunny days in Yeyi, and there are two water dragons in Kunshui and Lishui that are unruly. Every heavy rain will flood both sides of the river, flooding fertile fields and destroying thousands of houses. How can you cure it?"

"I…"

The officials were silent.

I wanted to control the water according to the book, but I couldn't say it.

If it could be cured in that way, the previous magistrates would have calmed down the flood and reported it to the court, and someone must have done so.

Bow with both hands.

"Shen Zhu, determined to solve the flood problem for the people of Yeyi, and asked the old man to give guidance on the maze. Shen is very grateful."

The old man smiled slightly and put on his straw hat.

"Walk more, see more, think more, the two water dragons of Kunli will finally be calm."

After speaking, the long-bearded old man boarded the stone bridge to cross the river. Shen county magistrate was thoughtful, and when he returned to his senses, he found that the old man had gone far.

Shen county magistrate said to himself.

"Dragon…"

It is rumored that the world's rivers, lakes and seas belong to the dragon family, but Shen Zhu does not believe that there are dragons in the river, but it is just a fiction. If there is a dragon, why didn't the floods calm down early? The local people in Yeyi often burn incense and pray for God's mercy. Still not over.

He frowned and arrived at Yeyi County Office, and hurriedly took office after the handover.

When I came to the study, I saw a map of Yeyi hanging on the wall, indicating the location of the county seat and the direction of mountains and rivers, among which Kunshui and Lishui were particularly eye-catching.

Shen Zhu looked up at the map for a long time with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the Kunli Ershui.

An incense stick passed.

"come~"

"Please let me know if you have something to do."

"Go and ask Yeyi's best painter, I have something to ask for."

"Here."

The entourage trotted silently out of the backyard, went straight to a certain painter's house after asking the locals for inquiries, and picked up a certain painter to the county office in the rain. Everyone didn't know why, so asking the painter to talk about painting, cooking, wine, and tea would be detrimental to your reputation?

The painter lifted his robe and stepped over the high threshold to enter.

"Gu Yuan, the ancient family of Dongcheng, has seen the magistrate."

Those who are good at calligraphy and painting must be the children of a wealthy family, and ordinary poor people have no time to experience and study this way.

"Mr. Gu, Mr. Shen invited Mr. Shen for one thing. Can you draw a picture of a real dragon, which is the same size as this picture, and I must be grateful."

"Draw...Draw a dragon?"

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Shen county magistrate nodded.

"Yes, draw a real dragon, the more real the better."

"It's the same size as the map. Could it be that the county magistrate wants to change this map?"

Gu surnamed painter puzzled.

He thought that the magistrate was arty and didn't care about the life and death of Yeyi people.

"Exactly, Shen is determined to calm down the flood in Yeyi. The key to thinking and thinking is the dragon. The map can be temporarily put away until the flood is calmed and then suspended again. Before that, this official wants to see the real dragon's determination to control the flood every day. "

"It's Gu who blamed the adults..."

The painter sincerely greeted him, and Shen Zhu stretched out his hand to support him.

"Don't worry, my lord, Gu will do his best to draw the most real dragon. If you govern the Kunli Ershui, you will naturally draw its charm, and Gu will go to the river."

As the saying goes, real artists are always different.

After the painter Gu Yuan finished speaking, he left without waiting for the reply from the county magistrate Shen Zhu. It seemed that the direction should be to look at the water by the river for inspiration. Shen Zhu greatly admired it.

It is said that the painter Gu Yuan held his umbrella in the rain for days and watched the galloping river along the Kunli Ershui.

However, it is easy to draw water and difficult to draw dragons, especially to draw the charm of a real dragon, which is even more difficult.

More than ten days later.

The rain and humidity hit the riverside for days, and Gu Yuan, the painter, fell ill.

After knowing the reason, the old patriarch of the Gu family praised Gu Yuan as the true painter of the Gu family, thought about it, and told the whole family of the Gu family to set up an altar in the rain to worship the three animals.

But it is difficult to burn incense in the rain, how to pray without burning incense?

The old patriarch of the ancient clan had an idea and led the entire clan to kneel in the rain

"The ancient clan worships the dragon devoutly~"

at the same time.

A certain Bai who was sleeping under the waterfall in Xianjie Yaochi moved his ears, yawned and waved his hands in a daze. The magic was that the rain in Yeyi's ancient mansion stopped.

The ancient family was overjoyed and lit incense to worship the dragon.