Heaven is fearless

The magnificent doors of the Dong'e Prince's Mansion were wide open, and more than a dozen carriages occupied the spacious avenue in front of the door. Maids and servants walked through the inside and outside, stretched a large oilcloth to cover the roof of the cars, and put the last things that the owner used to use on the cars.

"Have you brought your medicine stove with you in the car?" A steward stood under the eaves, holding a booklet in his hand and counting them one by one.

Before anyone could answer, a loud noise exploded in the sky, and the already majestic heavy rain fell down like crazy, like the whole ocean turned upside down and dumped over Dong'e County.

The sudden roar made everyone tremble, Tianling Gai was buzzing, and his ears were deaf for a moment, the white rain and fog covered all the scenery in front of him, and the huge raindrops made people unable to open their eyes.

And after this explosion, there was another long and deep roar looming in the distance. This sound was like an earth dragon moaning, rising and falling non-stop, and even the ground under his feet felt a weak vibration.

The steward was stunned by the loud noise for a moment, and then shuddered. There was heavy rain a few steps away, and he couldn't see what was happening in the distance. He stood blankly for a while, raised his voice, and greeted Everyone stepped up their work, trying to ignore the cold air that suddenly rolled over their backs.

But the busy rhythm resumed in less than half an hour, and the ear-piercing sound of the golden gong sounded again amidst the noise of the rain. The person who beat the gong probably exerted all his strength to beat the gong so that there was no gap. The bang bang noise made people's ears hurt, and only such a sharp sound could penetrate the ubiquitous sound of rain.

The steward frowned in dissatisfaction, this is Dong'e Palace, how can people make such random noise?

He was about to make people go up to stop drinking, when a drenched middle-aged man hobbled across the water with a gong in the white rain. He half-closed his eyes, knocked on the gong numbly, A hoarse roar came out of his throat: "The embankment has burst—the South Levee has collapsed—the sea water is pouring in—run away—"

"The embankment has burst—the south embankment has collapsed—run away—"

He might have yelled all the way, until his face turned blue and his lips turned purple. The steward stood under the eaves for a while, as if stung by a scorpion suddenly, regardless of whether it was raining or not, he strode down and grabbed it. The man's collar: "What did you say? The south embankment has collapsed?!"

The man struggled to open his eyes to look at him, swallowed his saliva to moisten his hoarse throat, and said incoherently: "...it collapsed...water came in...the bottom is already flooded..."

The steward's mind exploded, his whole body trembled, and the servants who heard the gong knocker shouted looked at each other for a moment, and their expressions changed drastically.

The South Levee is the first line of defense facing the East China Sea, and it is also the strongest line of defense. The dam is tens of miles long and more than six feet high. The strongest defense in the county, Dong'e's smooth weather every year, a large part should be attributed to this unmoving levee.

And now, the South Levee, which was said to never collapse, actually collapsed? !

Behind the south embankment are tens of millions of unsuspecting Dong'e people. It is a flat field where the water flows to and fro, and a water diversion ditch that has almost no effect. Once the south embankment breaks, Dong'e is bound to become a paradise for the East China Sea to wreak havoc.

The steward scrambled into the mansion and told the news to King Dong'a who didn't know about it. When King Dong'a heard the news, he stepped back three steps and fell into the armchair. The princess stood in the hall with a pale face. Yougou and Ayousang took a little Tianheng to rest behind the screen and waited to go. They were caught off guard by the bad news and looked at each other.

"When..." King Dong'a took a few breaths before letting go of his buzzing mind, "When did you collapse?"

The steward's legs were weak, and he knelt on the thick carpet: "The messenger said it was two quarters of an hour ago."

King Dong'a muttered to himself: "Two quarters of an hour..."

Princess Dong'a suddenly turned her head to look at him, and asked in a low voice: "My lord, those two immortals left three quarters of an hour ago..."

King Dong'a rubbed his face indiscriminately, took a deep breath: "It's not them that matter now! Xijun, there's water outside, you and Bao'er can't leave. Fortunately, the palace is on a higher ground, so you take Bao'er with you. Go back first, I...I..."

He paused, pulled the printed letter from his waist and stuffed it into Wang Hao's hand: "I have entrusted all the family affairs to Xijun."

After all, he bounced up from the armchair, his legs softened for a moment when he stood up, and he almost knelt down. After a while, he stood still, his round body drifted outwards quickly, and roared as he walked: "Send the order, send me Dong’e boats, large and small, gathered to catch people! The warships also came out! The sailors went into the water to save people! Everything that could float was put in the water by the king! Anyone who dared to take advantage of the chaos to kill people and rob money Those who do illegal things shall be beheaded!"

The concubine's face turned blue, she held the brocade handkerchief in both hands and stared blankly for a while, then rushed to the back of the screen in a few steps, and quickly scanned the faces of You Gou and Ayou Sang: "You are holding the prince to watch the tide Go upstairs, and someone will deliver everything you need, and you are not allowed to go downstairs until the water recedes!"

The Chaoguan Tower was built on the highest back hill of the Wangfu. It was originally used for climbing to enjoy the scenery. The seawater will never flood there. The only thing to worry about is whether the huge impact force will wash the Chaoguan Tower down.

Tian Heng woke up in a daze, and looked at his tense mother with a dazed expression that fit a child: "...Mother Concubine?"

The childish and soft voice came to my ears, and the princess almost couldn't hold back her face and shed tears.

She is not an ignorant and naive woman who knows the horror of floods and seas, but how can she explain this sudden disaster to her son who is still ignorant of the world?

"Bao'er is obedient, mother and concubine have something important to do, I can't be with Bao'er these few days, Bao'er lives upstairs in Guanchao Building for a few days, mother and concubine will bring you some fun when she comes back."

The woman's voice was soft and gentle. She still remembered that the young son's spleen and stomach were weak and he couldn't eat at will, so she only said to bring him toys and never mentioned any delicious snacks.

Tianheng stared at her for a while, then smiled: "Okay."

Even in the face of such a catastrophe, the palace is still orderly, and they are not unafraid, but the young prince who is so beloved by the prince is still in the mansion, which shows that the prince will never leave the palace alone. It is better to stay in the safe palace and wait for the prince to come back to save people.

A few maids and housekeepers opened the oil-paper curtain above Tianheng's head to keep out the rain, to ensure that no cold wind would blow in. In fact, they didn't have to be so careful. The trick to keep out the rain.

"...Yougou, have you ever seen such a heavy rain?" Ayousang was beside Yougou, looking at the chaotic whiteness between the sky and the earth, with a rare trace of awe in his eyes.

The dangerous building is in the extreme east all the year round, where there are silent mountains and rivers and solid black stones all year round. There are moderate wind and snow in autumn and winter, and soft spring green in spring and summer. All the weather is just right, only the sky is full of bright stars all year round. Moving slowly, they have never seen such a heavy rain that is so crazy that it seems to destroy the world.

Yougou didn't answer Ayousang's question, but just lowered his head and looked thoughtfully at the sleeping face of the child in his arms, and gently touched Ayousang with his elbow, and there was more expression in his usually quiet eyes. A little novelty: "Ayousang, look, the high priest is so small."

Ayousang's attention on the heavy rain was quickly diverted by Yougou's words, and a bright smile appeared on the girl's lively face: "Yes, yes, it's been a long time since I saw the high priest, hey, look, you can see it, hand There are dimples on it."

The two quietly pulled the barrier and talked all the way. When they arrived at Guanchao Building, the maids had already tidied up the small building and were lighting braziers around to dispel the chill that had not been lived in the building for a long time.

They put Tianheng on the soft bed, and were about to speak, there were several violent roars from the sky, the maids screamed in a low voice, and Yougou drove them away, and when they turned around again, there was already a serious look on their faces Zhise: "Ayousang, do you feel that the rain is not right?"

Ayousang's hands and feet were faster than hers. As soon as the maids went out, they opened the windows and climbed up to the roof. They glanced at the direction of the East China Sea for a while, then turned back lightly, frowning: "Someone is fighting at sea. The beating is so fierce, and the evil spirit is so strong that I can't bear it."

Yougou pressed a small formation on the window to isolate the noisy and surging rain from the outside world, and sighed: "I thought the high priest could relax this time, why is he getting involved with the demon clan again?"

"There are not only monsters, but also the young man who came to the dangerous building last time to fight." Ayousang added, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and a little black light flickered on his cuffs, "When you clatter your back Chop your head and stay outside to eavesdrop on your ma'am's speech?"

The whispers of the maids outside had disappeared at some point, and Yougou stood in front of Tianheng's bed, holding a dark blue exquisite pagoda in his palm, and watched vigilantly at the curtain that was blown and swayed by the wind.

Not long after, a pale and bloodless hand lazily parted the curtain, revealing the unreal face of the Ghost King.

Seeing that it was him, Ah Yousang breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously, and muttered unforgivingly: "Ah, it's really good, it's so cool to eavesdrop on someone else's speech."

Mr. Xiyi raised his eyelids to look at her, and walked towards Tianheng without stopping, Yougou frowned, and stopped in front of him: "What is the ghost king doing?"

Xi Yi's eyes lightly passed through the top of her head and landed on Tian Heng's face, and he replied slowly: "Outside, Tu Zhao and Tu Ying of the Demon Palace are beating the Demon Emperor Jade God from the Taisu Sword Sect. It's raining for ten days It won't be finished in half a month, you'd better take him away from Dong'a as soon as possible."

He didn't want to come to such a situation. Tianheng just returned to the Witch Lord after his death, and the left and right would not hinder him from doing things. But since Yougou and Ayousang knew that he was here, it would be too much for him not to come out to protect Tianheng. A bit strange.

Yougou keenly grasped the key words in his words: "The Demon Emperor Jade God? Hasn't he been suppressed in the East China Sea for thousands of years?"

The ghost king rolled up his sleeves and did not answer her question: "

Dong'a Dashui is not suitable for him to recuperate, and you can take him north, just to send him to his grandfather—tsk, trouble. "

The end of his voice was suddenly lowered, and the end was lightly bitten off. The cold ghostly air whizzed out from the wide cuffs, and Yougou, who was facing the vast coercion, had a heartbeat. The man's figure dispersed, flowing out of the window lattice like a cloud, and condensed his slender body in the heavy rain outside the window.

In front of him were two young men with exactly the same appearance, one in white clothes and a high crown came through the rain and clouds, the other in a strong dress and long hair followed him like a shadow.

"Mr. Xiyi." Tu Zhao lowered his long sword, bowed his head respectfully, and Tu Ying was half a step away from him, scrutinizing this ghost king whom he only knew by name.

The ghost king in black wore a curtain on his head, and a long veil hung around him, making it impossible to see his face clearly. His hands were covered by a pair of oversized long sleeves that reached the floor, and also blocked the prediction of his ultimate move. sentenced.

"I didn't know Mr. Xiyi was here, and the younger generation didn't come to visit in time..." Tu Zhao said halfway, when the ghost under the fence interrupted: "If you have something to say, what are you doing here?"

Tu Zhao didn't care about his rudeness, but such a reaction confirmed a certain judgment in his heart, and his usual cold tone became a little more tactful: "Tu Zhao came here to solve the demon emperor's disturbance of the celestial phenomena and Dong'a. one thing."

The ghost king continued to interrupt him: "Then go find him and fight."

After being interrupted twice in a row, there was no change on Tu Zhao's face, and a sneer appeared on the corner of Tu Ying's mouth. After he practiced magic kung fu, his personality became more and more similar to Ming Xue's, arrogant and domineering, and every word and every word of Xi Yi showed a sneer. Stung stabbed, couldn't help feeling irritable: "The fight is over, it was a tie, but he refused to stop the rain, so we came to ask the witch master how to deal with him."

The long veil hanging down from the fence moved, and the cold wind swept away. A corner of the tulle was rolled up, revealing the red lips that were drinking blood under it: "Looking for the witch master? Then you should go to the dangerous building."

Tu Zhao closed his mouth and just looked at him quietly.

Both sides knew each other well that the Ghost King appeared here only because the Witch Lord was here too. If the Tu Zhao was not sure before, then there is no need to make any more guesses when it comes to the child's face that is exactly the same as the Witch Lord. .

Most of the sword cultivators have a single-minded trait, and they do it when they think about it. He guesses like this, and it doesn't matter whether the ghost king admits it or not, as long as he believes it in his heart, he will not change it.

Mr. Xiyi was speechless slightly, and was searching in his mind for any methods that could confuse the sword cultivator's mind. After searching around, there were only a few of them. Maybe the sword cultivator's tendon is too difficult to restrain. What kinds of methods can be used? Most of them can only be used by the monster race.

After much deliberation, it is better to dismiss them openly, so he said: "It is useless even if you look for him, he is now a mortal body, does not know any formations, astrology, and does not even have the memory of Taoism, no matter what you want to ask Nothing comes out of it.”

Although Tu Zhao had doubts about the fact that the Witch Lord became smaller, he never thought that it would be the worst situation. However, the heavy rain brought by the Jade God did not wait for anyone. He subconsciously looked up at the gloomy sky. It was the cries of people submerged in the flood. The ghost king was indifferent to this cries, but the lines between Tu Zhao's brows deepened a little.

"The Jade God was suppressed at the bottom of the sea before. It was the result of the cooperation between the former witch master and the ancestors of the Taisu Sword Sect. The Taisu Sword Sect did not keep relevant books, but the witch clan is good at recording history. They should have preserved such slips." Zhao said word by word, his eyes fell on the tightly closed window behind the ghost king, there were several mixed breaths of mortals inside, and two familiar spiritual powers he had seen before.

Xi Yi was about to block him back when the window creaked open behind him, and Ayou Sang's clear and girlish voice sounded: "Jade God, I've seen this before."

Facing Tu Zhao's gaze, Ayou Sang lay on the window sill and said, "Don't disturb the high priest to sleep, I can tell you the story of Jade God."

"The records of all the high priest's life are kept in the dangerous building. I don't like to read this, but the high priest likes to read books. I have glimpsed this story. It seems to be the generation of Kaiyang. There is only the last one left in the sea. Arowana, there is a lot of trouble, many people like you are going to kill demons, and they are all eaten by Arowana, and your patriarch came to the dangerous building to find the high priest of Kaiyang..."