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Volume 1 Chapter 501 Thirteen: Severe drought in Yongzhou, intercepting and killing the messenger

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    The evil temple in Yuzhou was destroyed. Chen Jiu didn't know how the Emperor felt. He had now returned to his territory, Leyang Realm, and declared to be in seclusion.  ¡×¨J?Chen Jiu is indeed in retreat. At his level of cultivation, he can only comprehend the world and rely on his continuous clear understanding of the world to gradually transcend this world.  "Thousands of years have passed, and the fate of humanity has gradually recovered, but no strange movements have been seen from the monsters and barbarians. The strong men of the human race are very strange, and the fear and uneasiness in their hearts has become more and more serious.  The thirteen state capitals of the Great Zhou Dynasty were so powerful that hundreds of tribes could not hold their heads high.  Yongzhou was one of the thirteen state capitals in the Zhou Dynasty.  "The weather is dry and things are dry, be careful of candles." The patrolman on the streets of Yongzhou kept banging with a wooden clapper in his hand.  Indeed, Yongzhou is extremely hot this year.  Where does the ancient star and the sun hang in the sky? The changes in space look like the sun rises and the moon sets. In fact, it is just an illusion that everyone sees because the energy fluctuations of the sun are too strong and distort the surrounding space.  The hot sun and the dry air without a trace of moisture make people feel more and more irritable.  The neighbors were sitting under the big tree, talking to each other about the weather.  "The weather in Yongzhou this year is really strange. It is reasonable to say that the summer heat has passed, why is the weather still so hot?" said an old man who was about to lose all his teeth.  Another old man wearing a broken coat was sweating profusely: "The weather is so hot, and I'm sweating constantly just sitting here, let alone going to work in the mountains. I haven't even gone to the mountains yet, and I'm afraid I'm going to get dehydrated."  "It's just that the weather is so abnormal. I don't know why the monks from the court haven't come to pray for rain."  "I heard that the previous Emperor of China consecrated the Four Dragon Kings of Wind, Rain, Thunder and Lightning. Why don't we see these four gods doing their best to drive away the heat?" Another person complained.  The whole of Yongzhou is in severe drought.  It's as if the sun star suddenly sheds its endless brilliance here, which is unbearable.  In Yongzhou Academy, a group of students were surging with great righteousness, but there was not even a trace of water vapor in the sky. A clever woman could not cook without rice, and there was not even water vapor.  How you want them to rain.  "Have you ever reported it to the imperial court?" asked the powerful leader of Yongzhou Academy.  A scholar nodded: "Sir, don't worry, the information in the academy has already been submitted to the court."  "A drought like this in Yongzhou has never happened in a million years. I'm afraid something is wrong. Let's take precautions. Now that the earth has changed drastically, the climate is drought, and ghosts, ghosts, and snakes have come out, we must suppress it with the power of thunder." A great righteousness surged from the pen in the hand of a great scholar.  Move, righteousness will last forever.  "My Confucianism has been flourishing for thousands of years. It has become the mainstream of the world. Now is the critical moment. You must not be careless and neglectful. If you cause trouble, no one will take care of it. If you ruin your own affairs, it will be a small thing, but if you ruin my Confucianism, it will be a big thing."  In Yongzhou Prefecture, the governor sat there quietly, although he was sweating profusely.  But he has a calm demeanor, as if the scorching heat has no effect on him.  "Steward. Has there been any reply from the court?" Zhou Fu's voice was slightly hoarse. He was obviously sweating too much and his body was dehydrated.  "Sir, there is no news from the imperial court. I'm afraid they don't pay attention to the drought in Yongzhou at all." A thin old man wearing a butler's hat stood behind the governor.  Zhou Fu gently closed his eyes: "What do those guys in the imperial court do for food? What did the prince say?".  A county in Yongzhou has a prince who was canonized by the late emperor, and it is the prince's fiefdom.  "The prince said he would wait for the court's reply," the housekeeper said.  At this moment, a servant ran in in a panic: "Master, it's not good, it's not good. Something big has happened."  "Why are you so panicked?" the state government angrily yelled.  The servant calmed down a little and said: "Sir, according to the monitoring of the scholars in the academy, most of the vegetation in Yongzhou is shrinking. It seems that there is insufficient water, the sand on the ground is gradually drying out, and the water source is constantly being lost. I am afraid that it will dry up in a short time."  .  "What?" The Lord of the Prefecture sat on the chair with dizzy eyes after hearing this, and then stroked his hat: "Once the water source dries up, chaos will inevitably come to our Yongzhou, and the turmoil of the human race will begin."  "Why hasn't the imperial court responded yet? Go quickly and send urgent information to Sangong Wumu," the Lord of the Prefecture said through gritted teeth.  "My lord, this is against etiquette and law, and Kong is suspected of overstepping the bounds. When the time comes when the Emperor of the People comes to question us, we can't afford to just go around in circles," the steward said cautiously.  "When has this happened? No matter what is overstepped or not, if this continues, there will definitely be Fang Xiandao monks inciting the refugees to rebel. Not only will our lives be at stake, but even the nine tribes will be unable to survive." The Lord of the Prefecture patted the table: "  Go and report quickly without delay."  "Yes" the housekeeper had no choice but to arrange for manpower.?Publish letters.  In the afternoon, a soldier rode a wind and thunder beast and galloped towards Shangjing.  In Yongzhou, a huge mountain towers into the clouds, and the mountains are covered with dense jungle.  A man and a woman stood there, like immortals in the clouds.  "Senior brother, Master sent a message asking me to wait here to stop and kill the Yongzhou messenger to help the prince. I don't know when the Yongzhou messenger will come," the woman said with a hint of impatience.  The senior brother held a folding fan in his hand, and when he fanned it gently, a cool feeling hit his face, and the irritability suddenly disappeared: "Senior sister, don't be anxious, we have nothing to do, just wait patiently here."  Just as he was talking, the senior brother¡¯s ears twitched: ¡°Junior sister, I was just talking about it, but I didn¡¯t expect you to come.¡±  "It's the wind and thunder beast of Yongzhou," the woman said, looking at the figure at the foot of the mountain that was like lightning.  "Are you sure it's him?" the man asked seriously.  "That's right, Yongzhou's messengers all use wind and thunder beasts. Moreover, the prince's grand plan has not yet been revealed. The court has not taken precautions. We have made mental calculations but not intentional. There is absolutely no reason for failure."  After finishing speaking, the woman waved her hand, and countless rocks were lifted up by a gust of wind and fell from the sky with a roar, and the wind and thunder beast had to stop.  "Uu~~~" The messenger tightly restrained the wind and thunder beast and shouted to the sky: "I am the messenger of Yongzhou. Who dares to stop me and hinder the important affairs of the imperial court without fear of the Emperor's punishment?".  "I don't know whether the Human Emperor will punish you or not. I only know that your life is going to be lost." As the man spoke, countless leaves and trees flew up out of the air, like sharp arrows leaving the string, and the air whizzed towards the messenger.  go.  Those who can be messengers are not ordinary people, but first-rate masters.  Court letters are top secret and of great importance. The person who sends the letters must not only be loyal to the court, but also must have good skills in order to protect the letters.  "The roar of thousands of armies" The messenger was from the army. With a roar, his blood boiled, and the spells attached to the vegetation instantly failed and fell to the ground.  "Good, good, good means, I am worthy of being a master in the army, the evil spirit is strong." The man clapped his hands, and the next moment countless thorns surged from the ground. The man was able to dodge, but the wind and thunder beast was caught off guard and became a target.  "Bold" the man yelled angrily. Without a mount, his letter would not be delivered to Beijing even in the year of the monkey. This letter is related to the lives of countless people and must not be delayed.  The man roared angrily, and with his body as light as a swallow, he stepped on the trees in the mountain, rose into the air, and charged towards the two monks on the top of the mountain.  "Humph" the woman hummed, and the plain white silk stretched infinitely, passing through the layers of dense branches and leaves, and hit the man's chest.  The man¡¯s finger suddenly pierced his palm, and blood flew out the next moment.  The sound of "tearing" sulfuric acid being poured onto the skin was heard.  The drop of blood is like sulfuric acid, and the cloth and silk are like skin. When the two collide, the warrior's blood is pure yang, which has the greatest restraint on the monk's magic weapon. It temporarily destroys the magic weapon and needs to be warmed and cleaned with magic power.  before it can be used again.  The next moment, 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 up out of thin air and fell down the mountain.  Starting 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.  "Junior sister," the senior brother shouted, and a wind blade flew out of his palm, slashing at the messenger's wrist: "Let go."  This confrontation was so fast that it made my brain unable to keep up with my thoughts.  The rocks fell, causing the birds in the jungle to flap their wings and fly towards the surrounding wilderness.  "Good means. The Zhou army is really full of talents. It is really frightening for a small messenger to have such means."  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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