The Invincible Art of Oriental Invincibility

It was cloudy and rainy, and entering late autumn, the sudden continuous heavy rain temporarily stalled Dongfang Bubai's plan to send Zhu Youtang back to Beijing.

The terrain of Heimuya is relatively high, and the continuous high rainfall did not bring much inconvenience to Heimuya, but the houses of the common people under the cliff were poured down countless times by the heavy rain.

During the heavy rain, the common people dragged their families with their mouths to drive cattle and horses, climbed mountains or entered the city to escape the flood.

In the dark room, Zhu Youtang stood by the window with deep eyes. Behind him was the mountain god in yellow who appeared when he was imprisoned by Dongfang Bubai in the Heimuya torture hall:

"Shenjun, why is it that the rainstorm suddenly started and didn't stop?"

Zhu Youtang withdrew his gaze from the rain and sat in front of the desk:

"The husbands of the heavens have come out."

The mountain god in yellow was surprised:

"Wherever the husband and wife go, there will be major floods. Isn't the mortal world going to become a swamp country?"

Zhu Youtang sighed intently: "Who said it wasn't?"

The mountain god in yellow looked up at the top of his head:

"Does the fairy world not care?"

"The attention of the fairy world is drawing away the spirit veins of the demon world. I'm afraid I don't know about such trivial things as Fu Zhu."

Huangyi Mountain God couldn't bear to think of the miserable conditions of the people he saw before:

"This is how it should be done."

Zhu Youtang sighed: "There is really nothing I can do now. If this continues, the emperor in the world should go to the Temple of Heaven to pray to heaven, and hope that heaven can hear it."

Zhu Youtang was right.

The desks of the cabinet capital were piled up with papers from various places reporting floods to and from Beijing.

Compared with the frequent rains in the north that destroyed the suburban temples and Xiaoling, the Yellow River was in danger of breaking its embankment, and the situation in the south was even more dangerous.

In Su, Song, Yang's three mansions and Zhejiang Dashui, 3 people were drowned.

Emperor Zhu Jianshen of the Ming Dynasty was invited out of the deep palace by the ministers. In the downpour, he brought the ministers and the mighty people who had gone to the capital to seek refuge in the Temple of Heaven to pray for the heaven to take back the heavy rain.

Because of the heavy rain, the joss sticks couldn't be ignited, and the three sacrifices were also soaked in the heavy rain. It was a sacrifice that was doomed to fail, but Zhu Jianshen dutifully poured it in the rain for a day.

Before returning to the palace, Zhu Jianshen fell ill and was exempted from taxes and grains of 280 million shi from the three prefectures and Zhejiang.

In the Sun Moon Temple, Dongfang Bubai sat at the head, and below him were He Yike, the new chief executive, ten elders of the divine religion, and other incense masters.

It was raining continuously outside the house, and the lights in the house were not bright. Everyone was silent, and the atmosphere in the Sun Moon Temple was gloomy and oppressive.

"Notify the owners of sub-rudders in various places that the sub-rudders that were seriously affected this time allow them to waive half a year's bonus for disaster resettlement, and the sub-rudders in other areas that are not severely affected will donate [-]/[-] of the money and food to help the local victims."

Some people in the church didn't understand Dongfang Bubai's intentions, and Dongfang Bubai's sharp eyes swept over everyone in the hall:

"We are always called the Devil's Cult on weekdays. Now, let those hypocrites see how our Demon's Cult is stronger than him."

He Yike under his seat looked at Dongfang Bubai with a very unsightly expression, as if the tiger's spirit on Dongfang Bubai's body disappeared in just one night, and Dongfang Bubai looked like an ordinary person with strong martial arts .

He clearly knew that it was Zhu Youtang who did it, but he was helpless. Now that he can't detect the whereabouts of Hupo, what reason is there to restrain Zhu Youtang?

The resentment of the people in the world collided with the barrier of the heavens, the mountains of Buzhou swayed continuously, and the cold and hot water rose rapidly. The danger in the spiritual veins of the fairy world opened their eyes and came out from the source of the spiritual veins of the fairy world through the movement of the cold and hot water like a rising tide.

Her long hair was draped behind her, her chin was sharp, and her eyes disappeared into Buzhou Mountain without any waves.

At the same time, the divine beast guarding Kunlun Nanyuan suddenly went berserk, and the body of Xing Tian, ​​who was thought to have disappeared, appeared in the vast Kunlun with a sky-opening ax in a flash.

Zhu Youtang silently appeared in Yinglong's room. He looked at the rain that was still falling outside and curled his lips:

"Even if I hate such wet weather, can't I have a snowfall to my heart's content?"

Zhu Youtang spread his hands: "It's not that I can make the decision."

"Aren't you known as the water emperor of the nine directions, controlling the water energy of the four realms?" Ying Long looked at Zhu Youtang with a half-smile.

Zhu Youtang corrected Ying Long: "After the Battle of Chasing the Deer, I was just a He Bo of the Yellow River. I was an unarmed, mediocre person."

Ying Long sneered: "You know yourself very well." Ying Long continued, "I have never liked you, why are you so blessed to be born with an extraordinary status? After thousands of years, I still cannot avoid being driven by others. Still involuntarily.”

Zhu Youtang is unwilling to entangle with Yinglong in this way, in Zhu Youtang's view, all gains need to be paid at a corresponding price, since he is willing to be an unyielding soul, he should not be afraid of burning himself.

He has never seen such a good thing as wanting to be independent and unwilling to take risks.

Zhu Youtang thinks this way, it is obvious that Ying Long's purpose of coming to Zhu Youtang this time is not in this:

"Give me the tiger's soul, and I will return to heaven and report to the emperor about the disaster in the world."

Zhu Youtang shook his head: "Didn't you say it's in Dongfang Bubai's hands? Just go get it."

Ying Long sneered: "A few days ago, that mortal's body was full of evil spirits, but now he doesn't let out the slightest bit of hostility. Seeing that mortal's internal injuries begin to recover, would I still think that the tiger's soul is on him?"

Zhu Youtang raised his eyebrows: "I still say that, if you find it, it will be yours, but in fact, I have never seen a tiger soul in the world."

A white sharp sword appeared in Ying Long's hand: "Don't force me to do it."

Zhu Youtang didn't care at all: "I'm currently weak in primordial spirit, and I don't have water-veined spirit to protect my body. If I'm a little more powerful god, I can take my life. Even if you kill me, I won't even be able to fight back."

If Zhu Youtang and Yinglong confronted Yinglong head-on, Yinglong would kill Zhu Youtang, but now Zhu Youtang said something to make it clear that he was telling Yinglong that you are not good at winning, and Yinglong blushed in anger But there is nothing to do.

After all, Zhu Youtang had the status of an emperor in the past, so how could he kill him so easily!

"Then I'll personally dig out that mortal's body to find out if there is amber." Ying Long stood up, the muscles on his face trembling.

Zhu Youtang was shocked and pretended not to care and continued to provoke Long: "Ying Long's warlike reputation is well-known in the Four Realms. I never thought that one day he would be cruel to an ordinary mortal because of his selfish desires. If you kill him, please kill him." .”

Ying Long flung his sleeves angrily and left.

Zhu Youtang calmed down and realized that Ying Long had left Heimuya before he breathed a sigh of relief.

Two days passed in a blink of an eye, and the heavens were indifferent. Zhu Youtang was already a little restless. He suddenly remembered that Chiyou had invited Feng Boyu to defeat the Yellow Emperor, but the Yellow Emperor sent his daughter to bake to dry up the flood.

In the past when Xian came to Luoyang to look for him, he locked him with an enchantment and sent him away. Zhu Youtang thought about it, sighed and made a formula to ask Xian to leave Chishui to save thousands of people trapped in the flood.

Xian also has a name: called Ba.

Zhu Youtang was chased away by Dongfang Bubai before Xian arrived.

As the rain subsided, Zhu Youtang boarded the carriage going down the mountain under Lu Buping's gaze, and the sound of the wooden wheels of the carriage creaking and creaking left a sound on the stone road on the cliff.

Considering the deep relationship between Honggu and Zhu Youtang, he specially allowed Honggu to send Zhu Youtang down the cliff.

On the carriage, Honggu was still buying things for Zhu Youtang, her eyes were red:

"I don't know what the leader thought to send you back to the place where people cannibalize. I heard from the people in Qinglong Hall that your mother is not favored at all. After you left, you are still living in the cold palace. How will you live when you go back?  … "

Zhu Youtang has been quietly looking at the scenery outside the carriage, and turned his head to comfort Hong Gu when she heard Hong Gu asking him:

"I always have to go back. It doesn't matter if I go back early or late." As soon as Zhu Youtang finished speaking, he saw a long black snake entangled on an ancient pine passing by in the distance under the rain, with red eyes staring at him, hissing. Spit the letter.

Zhu Youtang looked at Honggu who was sewing her own money into Zhu Youtang's belt, her heart warmed slightly, and said softly:

"Auntie, I want to sleep for a while."

Honggu hurriedly put down her needle and thread, put Zhu Youtang's head on her lap and said softly, "Sleep, I'll call you when we get there."

Zhu Youtang yawned and fell asleep on Honggu's shoulder. Yuanshen rushed out of the roof of the carriage and landed on the ancient pine that he saw just now.

The long black snake on the ancient pine turned around and transformed into a man wearing a black robe and as black as ink, with a red mole between his eyebrows like blood.

Zhu Youtang frowned: "Fu Yi, what are you doing in this world?"

Fu Yi's dark eyes lingered on Zhu Youtang's face for a long time: "Did you know? A group of old guys came back from the demon world a few days ago."

The author has something to say:

After writing this chapter, I found that I was not satisfied at all, and I will revise it tomorrow.