Chapter 187: Little Dragon Girl Delivered to the Door
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The sky that should have welcomed the rising sun was now dark. Strong winds swept up the dark clouds, which quickly piled up in the sky. Not a single inch of the light from the sun fell to the ground, as it was completely blocked. There was darkness between the sky and the earth, causing the night that should have ended to continue.
Snap——
A flash of lightning shaped like a tree branch roared in the sky, bringing a moment of light between heaven and earth, illuminating countless faces full of joy. The farmers who had already gotten up early and were preparing to go to the fields to work now looked at the dark clouds with faces full of joy and excitement.
"It's raining, hahahaha, it's finally going to rain heavily!"
"May God open His eyes and the river god show up!"
"Our wheat is saved!"
The cheers of joy seemed extremely discordant under the increasingly dark and depressing clouds. Some naive children, looking at the constant thunder in the sky and listening to the whistling strong wind, were frightened and burst into tears, but the adults were looking at the gloomy sky and laughing.
Snap~
Snap~
Soon, under the expectant gaze of the farmers, bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, hitting the dry land, moistening the land that had been longing for rain for a long time.
The rainstorm was like a waterfall or a river bursting its banks. It seemed as if this heavy rain was going to make up for all the rain that had fallen since the spring plowing.
Rain poured down from the sky, soon moistening the long-dry earth. When the farmers looked anxious, the heavy rain began to gradually decrease, as if knowing the farmers' wishes. The heavy rain clouds also drifted away with the sweeping strong wind.
“The river god has appeared!”
"Long live Lord Dragon!"
Seeing this cloud and rain that came so timely and ended so perfectly, many farmers knelt on the ground and kowtowed, thanking the one who brought the clouds and rain, whether it was the God of Water who controlled the river or the God in the dark.
"On behalf of the people of Xining County, I would like to thank Mr. Feng the Second!"
As the clouds and rain were about to disperse and the rays of the morning sun were about to shine in the sky, a ghost god radiating golden light bowed to the being standing on the distant dark clouds.
The being that brought down the rainstorm was not even in human form, but just a horse standing in the clouds with its four hooves stepping on the snow. However, the county god could feel the other party's powerful strength.
A big demon!
He followed the order of the legendary Second Young Master Feng and came to bring rain. Although he also expended a lot of divine power to guide the gathering of clouds, in terms of the credit, he was still not as good as the horse. The heavy rain was still caused by the other party .
“…”
Sen Miao glanced at the county god, nodded slightly, and without giving any verbal response, she controlled the clouds and rain under her feet to rush to the next rainfall location. She had to make seven heavy rains in two days, and did not have much time and energy to waste on unnecessary things.
Chant
A melodious dragon roar came from a hundred miles away. Sen Miao, who had the blood of Qilin, could feel it. Just above the sky a hundred miles away, a petite figure like a golden thread was flying in the clouds and rain, and a heavy rain was coming down.
At this moment, it was not only the two of them who were making rain over the Nanshao Mansion. There were also three other great water monsters from the Dragon Palace in the Water Mansion who were temporarily obeying Feng Qingan's orders.
Just when the long-awaited heavy rain came to Nanshao Prefecture and the drought was greatly alleviated, and would even disappear soon, the young man sitting on the altar in the Dragon Palace of the Water Prefecture was frowning.
"It's really not that easy to be Suicune!"
Originally, Feng Qing'an felt that he had the power to make rain. Even if the Water God was absent, he could take over and temporarily assume the power, thus replacing him and not affecting the production of the people on both sides of the rivers.
In fact, this is true. It's just rainfall, not a big deal. Some gifted monsters can take advantage of the right time and place to bring about a heavy rain.
But what if heavy rain with a limited amount of water falls in different places within one day? Mountains have ever-changing shapes, water has ever-changing states, and the right amount of water is as precious as oil, but once it rains too much, it can easily cause many disasters.
The divine duties and power are not toys. Once you get them, you must perform the corresponding duties and powers. And you can't do it for a while and then stop doing it the next time. The duties and powers of a god must be performed every day. This is part of a god's daily life.
This was quite stressful for Feng Qing'an, who had been traveling and sightseeing since he left the house. He just had to bear the consequences of his own sword strike and satisfy his curiosity at the same time, to experience what it was like to be Suicune.
But who could have imagined that being a water lord who rules over a river thousands of miles long would be so difficult. As a water lord, one needs to satisfy more than just Nanshao Prefecture. Nanshao Prefecture is only a part of the basin along which this river flows thousands of miles long.
The people of other prefectures would also offer sacrifices to the God of Water in Boliu River and pray for rain. This meant that Feng Qing'an had hardly had a good rest since he took over the position of God of Water.
He received reports of praying for rain every few days and had no rest for a moment. This was with the help of the old turtle, but even so, Feng Qing'an felt quite tired.
"Sir, this is why you don't want to refine the water veins. If you are willing, as long as you fully master the water veins of the Boliu River, you can make it rain with just a thought. Why bother with so much trouble?"
Hearing Feng Qingan's sigh, a giant human-shaped turtle serving beside the throne immediately comforted him.
"Prime Minister Turtle, you don't have to say anything more. I can't let the water veins bind me!"
Feng Qingan glanced at the old turtle, whose figure and face were almost identical to those of an old man except for the turtle shell on his body, and sighed. Then he asked somewhat unwillingly,
"I'll ask you again, are you really unwilling to take charge of the water vein? As long as you nod, I can let you take the position of Water Lord right now!"
[Race: Turtle]
[Attributes: Turtle, Spirit, Water, Sky]
[Potential Level: Lord·Medium]
[Combat Power Level: King, Lower]
"This is the sixth time you have asked the same question. I am old and no longer have the energy to deal with Shui Jun's affairs. If you are not interested, please choose another good Jun."
When the old turtle heard Feng Qing'an's question, he couldn't help but sigh. He had lived for almost a thousand years, and this was the first time he had encountered such a strange thing. There was actually someone who was not tempted by the position of Water God which was so close to him. It was obvious that he only needed to take one more step forward to enjoy eternal life.
Of course, the reason why he was not interested in Suicune's position was because he had lived long enough and there was no need for him to be in charge of the water veins. He also did not want to be bound as he was already slow enough.
"So what if you are old? As long as you control the river's water veins, your realm will surely be able to reach a higher level. At that time, your life span will be extended, and you will no longer be old. You will return to the most prosperous state of your youth!"
Feng Qing'an tried to seduce the old turtle in front of him. This is the reason why the Earth God attracts so many creatures in the world even though there are many restrictions.
Because this is a way to immortality, but the creatures who choose this path will have their range of activities restricted from now on .
"My lord, there is no need to persuade me anymore. I have made up my mind. I only want to assist Water Lord, not to be Water Lord!"
The old turtle declined firmly.
"You old turtle..."
Seeing that the old turtle was so disrespectful and refused to take the bait, Feng Qing'an was so angry that he cursed. However, even though he felt angry, he did not attack the old turtle, because this old turtle was the key to his taking over this water palace.
Before entering this water palace, he felt that even though this water palace had lost the Water King, it still had a deep foundation and had two king-level beings. One of them was the old turtle in front of him, and the other was naturally his dragon wife who was chopped to death by him.
A mirage dragon whose strength level seems to be almost the same as that of the old turtle. Of course, it is also a mixed-blood dragon. But even if the blood is impure, this Lady of Water is still a king above all spirits.
However, a man who knows the times is a hero. Madam Shuijun is obviously a hero. When she saw the strength displayed by Feng Qingan and his party, she even had the idea of counterattacking.
But the old turtle found Madam Shuijun and told her fortune in front of her. After seeing the old turtle's fortune, Madam Shuijun did not hesitate to use her race's innate magical powers, leaving behind a lifelike mirage clone, and escaped with her dragon descendants.
Only the old turtle was left who advocated surrendering to Feng Qing'an and his party. Since the most powerful turtle prime minister made such an advocate, there was no need to say much about the other water creatures. With the assistance of the old turtle, Feng Qing'an naturally took over the Dragon Palace in the Water Palace.
"Well, since you don't want to be Suicune, then recommend me a suitable candidate!"
Feng Qing'an took a half step back. He had only been a sailor for more than ten days, and now he wanted to pass the buck. However, he did not want to do it so thoroughly. He could not be irresponsible, and he had to choose a water king who could benefit the people on both sides of the strait.
"I think your armor and your mount are both quite suitable..."
"Do n't try to hit on me. I asked you to nominate someone who has nothing to do with me. I won't talk about character or anything like that. The most important thing is to be close to the human race. I don't want to kill again with a sword in hand!"
Feng Qing'an interrupted what the old turtle, who was pretending to be stupid, wanted to say.
A thousand-year-old turtle, a ten-thousand-year-old tortoise. This old turtle looks very old, but Feng Qing'an dare not underestimate him. As for the word "old age", Feng Qing'an just treats it as a fart. This old guy has the attribute of "heaven".
This exposed the old guy's true colors. To some extent, this old turtle was even more terrifying than Boliu Jiangshuijun who was killed by his sword.
The gap between his potential level and his current realm is the largest Feng Qingan has ever seen. This means that this old turtle has surpassed the limits of his own race time and time again and broken free from the shackles.
"Sir, in fact, the person who is most suitable to succeed you as Lord of Boliu River has already established a cause and effect with you. You just need to wait patiently and you will naturally find her, or wait for her to appear in front of you on her own initiative."
"Have you ever told me a fortune?"
Feng Qing'an's eyes unconsciously fell on the tortoise shell on the old turtle's back. The almost natural patterns on it were quite interesting. If you stare at it for too long, you will feel dizzy.
"Yes!"
"So, where is my replacement now?"
Feng Qingan couldn't wait to ask.
"The secret cannot be revealed, please wait patiently!"
The old turtle looked weird, but Feng Qingan would not tolerate him. He drew out the Qingshen Sword on the spot and put it on his neck.
"Old Prime Minister, do you think the sword in my hand is not good?"
"Sir, please forgive me for what I have to say, but your sword is indeed inferior to the other one!"
"Okay, I'll change it right away!"
"Sir, wait a minute!"
Seeing that Feng Qingan was really going to take out the dragon-slaying sword, the old turtle did not dare to neglect it and hurriedly explained,
"It's not that I don't want to say it clearly, but this is the secret of heaven. I can't see it too clearly. I can only give some hints. If I say some things too clearly, I will be punished by heaven!"
"Is that so?"
Feng Qing'an stared at the old turtle for a long time, as if he wanted to see if the old turtle was lying. However, since the other party had said this, Feng Qing'an did not embarrass him anymore. He just wanted to trick the old guy. It would be great if he could agree to it right away.
"I dare not deceive you, sir!"
"Um!"
"Please take care of these government affairs, sir!"
Seeing that Feng Qing'an no longer made things difficult for him, the old prime minister smiled and took a pile of jade butterflies and placed them in front of him. His brows twisted unconsciously as he looked at the young man.
"Can I be a tyrant?"
"Of course you can, but can you bear the resentment and karma backlash from the creatures of the river and the people on both sides of the river?"
“…”
To bear the disgrace of the country is to be the master of the country, to bear the misfortune of the country is to be the king of the world.
The same is true for the gods of the earth. Gods have powers. It is not that they can really travel around freely and do nothing but eat and drink and indulge in sensual pleasures all day long.
Others only see that the position of Boliu Jiangshuijun is so glorious and that he can receive huge amounts of incense offerings. However, if you don't sit in this position, you will never imagine how much it costs to collect and maintain such a huge amount of incense offerings.
But Feng Qing'an, who was unwilling to take over Suicune, also did not want to be involved in the incense. To some extent, Feng Qing'an was working for the next Suicune in vain. This was also the reason why he wanted to sell it as soon as possible. It was too much of a loss.
"well!"
With a sigh, the young man acting as Suicune lowered his head to commit the crime. After a while, he suddenly felt his soul being touched. On a whim, he found a wave of joy and happiness flowing into his heart.
The fifth soul contract, Minglong Armor!
"What's wrong?"
"Spirit Parasitism Technique", Feng Qingan's consciousness dispersed and fell on Minglong Armor.
Chant
The dragon head of the Minglong Armor hovering in the clouds stared down at the prosperous county town that had just been bathed in a heavy rain, and uttered a low hum of joy. Feng Qing'an immediately understood the source of his joy.
"The third magic weapon?! It's right below!"
Xunhai Sword!
Feng Qing'an remembered clearly that when the Lord of the Bailang River wanted to divert the blame, he betrayed his brother without hesitation. But when it came to the third magic weapon, the Xunhai Sword, he said that its owner, his sister, was missing and wanted to get rid of her.
Therefore, Feng Qing'an did not have any expectations for this magic weapon. He just thought about the Zhenhai Seal. However, he had no intention of attacking the Water Lord Boliujiang at that time. But who made the Water Lord start to act badly and throw tantrums because of the death of his biological father?
Since this is your attitude, there is nothing more to say. Just kill him with your sword!
Ming Longjia, who had now collected two magical weapons, sensed the existence of the third magical weapon on his way back. To some extent, it was even operating right under his nose.
This has already been delivered to my door, how can I tolerate it?
