Waste Strong Foundation

Chapter 109 Compose a Happy Reunion

The flood swept away the faces of resentment.

A woman's cry came from not far away, like a taut deer tendon, soon, very soon, it snapped amidst the rumbling thunder!

The animal bone wind chime hanging on the top of the tree was rattled by the wind, and Dayu's lower eyelids jumped again and again.

He gripped the hundred-jin bronze knife tightly, and calmly looked directly at the opposite army with a pair of black eyes.

Behind him was a nobleman from the Xia family, who accompanied him to the royal city to report the recent flood phenomenon.At this time, everyone drew their swords and erected their shields, glaring and gnashing their teeth.

The torrential rain was pouring, and Xiang Liu, who was riding on Sixiang's back, pinched his fingers and said, the rain on all sides avoided him and rushed towards Dayu's face instead!

"Drink!" Dayu hurriedly raised his knife to cut off the rain.

Although the reaction was timely, the polished and smooth back of the knife had already been hit with two or three pits by the raindrops.

Dayu stopped the clansmen who were about to attack, and shouted: "The flood has nothing to do with our clan! Where is Ah Jun? Since the king is dead, he should be regarded as the king's corpse!"

The sacrificial ceremony of the corpse often chooses the direct descendants to sit in front of the coffin and receive the ceremony on behalf of the deceased.

Shun had two wives, Ehuang and Nvying.

Ehuang had no son, and the "Jun" in Dayu's mouth was the son of Nvying.

How did Xiangliu know that the situation was out of their Gonggong's control—the rainstorm today was strange, and it was not the work of ordinary spirits!

He intends to recommend his relatives as king corpses, weighs the pros and cons, gritted his teeth and insisted on using magical powers to lure the inner city flood out of the city.

Unexpectedly, this flood contained the infinite murderous intent of Emperor Jun and the reverse yin and yang characteristics of Taishi's pen, his five internal organs were damaged, and he spurted three feet of blood!

The aristocrats of the Gonggong clan have always been headed by Xiangliu. Seeing this, they couldn't help panicking, their minds were relaxed, and they unintentionally allowed the flood to pour back again!

The turbid Yellow River roared and engulfed all living beings inside and outside the city.

Priests wearing masks, dancing and praying stick to the Ming hall and sacrifice themselves to the vortex.

In the center of the vortex, little by little red blood stains and the shadow of struggling hands appeared.

The warriors from other tribes present just wanted to unite with the old-school aristocrat Gonggong to beat the Xia people, especially Gaomi, the son of Gun, who almost succeeded in water control. Right now, he is in danger. Hearing that the king died, he was too anxious to attend to the civil war, and begged everyone. Make up your mind.

Dayu picked up Xiang Liu's lapel with a knife, clenched his fist with one hand and grabbed his shoulder, "If you bring a flood—"

Xiang Liu's mouth and nose were bleeding, and he said vaguely, "It's not me, I... poof—wow!"

Being stared at by Dayu, he was ashamed and angry, and he used the supernatural power of water control indiscriminately, his lips gradually turned pale, so that he died of exhaustion and heart failure.

Lying on the clouds overlooking the royal city, his eyes closed leisurely.

An elder of the Tao Tang family rode a huge black tortoise and came riding on the waves. Looking around at the tense postures on both sides, he said loudly: "Stop!"

Dayu didn't expect Xiangliu to die like this, he felt angry and felt pity for him, he still grabbed Xiangliu's shoulder and turned his head to look at the elder.

His facial features became more resolute and steady under the washing of the torrential rain.

His eyes are staring at the cold stars, and his temples are black and moist.

The elder was startled, and hid the high priest's execution token in his sleeve, and said, "You Xia, the priest ordered you to control the water quickly."

He had good intentions, intending to let the whole Youxia family quickly leave the royal city to make a living by themselves.

But at the same time, it also meant that the two parties broke the covenant, and the Xia people were not allowed to participate in the important meeting of who would be the new king after Shun's death.

Dayu was deeply humiliated with anger on his face. Thinking of his father's ending, he replied loudly: "It is my responsibility to control the water, and I should not disgrace my life. There are only three things, and I ask Elder Tao Tang to convey them on my behalf. First, today's flood is by no means my fault." My family offended the gods, but it was a natural disaster. Second, the Father God once wanted to kill me. I reported it to the king a month ago. The high priest should know. Third, I..."

The elder was afraid that there would be a change if it was too late, so he waved his sleeves and urged: "Okay! Go! Go!"

Dayu let go of Xiangliu's body, looked back at the resentful faces of his clansmen, put away his knife and walked out of the city, "Third, I can't make a new king until I return."

He cared about the people of the world, he was benevolent and filial...enough to be admired and worshiped by future generations, but not enough to be the first emperor of the Xia Dynasty.

From the day he learned that his father Gun had been framed and died without success in water control, he made a firm determination——

Water control is definitely not something he can do alone, he has the Xia clan to complete it.

One day I will stand in the middle of the hall and speak.

Speak loudly.

The elder watched in astonishment as Xia Ren supported Pixiu Fu to float away.

He didn't know that the flood was a catastrophe for Kyushu and an opportunity for civilization.

Hundreds of tribes who stayed in the royal city were washed away by the flood, and the power structure of the large tribes led by Shun quietly changed drastically.

However, the authorities were fascinated, and everyone present had mixed feelings when they heard such "rhetoric words" from the leader of the Xia people.

Although the narrow-minded people sneered and laughed, those who cared about the survival of the tribe had already retreated silently, including the remnants of the Gonggong clan.

Instigated by Xiang Liu, the soldiers who used their magical powers to lead the flood into the city ran for their lives while thinking about who to choose as the king's corpse.

Wait until that kid from Gaomi comes back to control the flood?snort!

absurd!Overwhelmed!

It's a pity that the flood couldn't tolerate them. Along with the nine purple lightnings in the sky, they hit the Ming hall and the altar directly, and the century-old royal city was destroyed.

In addition to the ancient trees planted by Yao, half of the branches can still be exposed, and the people, animals and buildings are all buried under the water, and the color of the water gradually darkens and blackens.

The woman's mournful elegy seemed to be choked by her throat, and she occasionally let out two hoarse moans, which finally disappeared in the storm.

When Fei Mingqiu and Shang Yuan arrived, they couldn't tell where the city was and where the Yellow River was.

The world seemed to be soaked in deep black sea water, a piece of wood was like a chess piece overturned on the water surface, and ghosts and ghosts ran away.

It was Di Jun's handwriting.

Can't go wrong.

God the Father is tired of the gentleman's game of keeping the oath of the gods.

His eyes that see the future with one eye and ten lines have seen too much sorrow, so he wants to remake the story and make up a story of happy reunion.

This epic of survival written by mortals headed by Yao and Shun is no longer worth writing even a single word.

Naturally, it is not worthy of the gods' appreciation and taste.

Not only the Central Plains, but the floods are like living beasts, running around in all directions.

Sensing Father God's intention of eradicating weeds and roots, the mountain gods living under the eighty mountains tremblingly covered their eyes and ears and chose to avoid it.

The cane was faintly shining, Fei Mingqiu pressed it tightly, and continued to brave the rain to search for Dayu and his party.

Shang Yuan was afraid that Fei Mingqiu would be washed away by the flood, so he always paid attention to grabbing him. The slippers he wore when he went out were gone.

The sound of rain and thunder covered all voices, and the two could not communicate. They were about to go back to change their equipment when they suddenly felt the water tremble violently.

The Taotie carrying the two of them shouted: "Look! I told you to run, but you didn't listen. Can I go back now?!"

Fei Mingqiu: "Ah? What are you talking about? I can't hear you. Really."

Taotie tried to compare strokes, but found that its limbs were all underwater, and the strokes were in vain, "...Fuck! Forget it."

Shang Yuan: "Don't talk, there are voices in the ghost mansion."

Fei Mingqiu immediately replied: "You can still hear it so far away? What's going on with your body now—be careful!"

Thousands of white bones flew out from the ghost gate, spliced ​​into a skeleton, with lightning burning on the spine, and immediately grew bloody flesh and golden scales.

It spirals upwards, head up and tail up.

The rioting flood obeyed its command, remained quiet for a moment, and attacked the remaining rammed-earth city walls in an orderly manner.

The people who finally climbed up the city wall and called for help had no resistance before God.

The turmoil was so high that Fei Mingqiu almost fell into the water, grabbed Shang Yuan's left hand, "It's Ying Long!"

Yinglong was clearly beheaded by Dijun's Tianlei.

At that time, he sent players to collect Yinglong's corpse to prevent the keel from being taken away by spirit monsters, how could it be revived...

The dilapidated ghost gate was about to be washed away by the flood, and a pair of hands with blood-red nail polish held onto the door frame.

The ghost mother waved to Taotie floating on the water, and shouted: "Stupid pig, look at me! Come all! Fortunately, I dragged my sick body back to the ghost mansion to get things!"

Fei Mingqiu felt his eyes and ears go numb.

When he came back to his senses, he and Shang Yuan were thrown into the ghost mansion by a force, surrounded by wet and eerie ghosts.

The four-headed ghost mother folded her arms and kicked the fattest Taotie, pointing at Sang and scolding Huai: "It's really unlucky, not to mention losing one of your gods, getting sick can also make you bring disasters to your hometown Already! After soaking in so much water, can my coffin still sleep!"

Taotie was kicked until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he howled in grievance.

The ghost mother took away her coffin with a big hand, and said angrily: "Brother, look, Di Jun is a shameless person. Before he wants to kill you, why don't you go back to Kunlun as soon as possible? You are against him." , it will not end well.”

Fei Mingqiu glanced at the hand he was holding with Shang Yuan, "I think of many things, and sometimes I also think that going to Kunlun to be a god...it's good."

The ghost mother changed her face in an instant, and nodded with a smile, "Yes. Brother, don't blame me for always going crazy. I am a girl who lives in this underworld. How can I not go crazy? Kunlun is your habitat, Jinweidian, Yu Zuotai, the four seasons are like spring, you go back!"

Fei Mingqiu: "Let me ask you, if Di Jun kills Dayu and Xia Ren, will it affect the players?"

The ghost mother said angrily: "What are you asking so many for! It's all Nuwa's stuff, so if you kill them, you'll kill them—well, they're safe and sound."

Shang Yuan laughed.

The ghost mother's four red lips cursed one after another: "You are looking for death! Think I dare not touch you! Have the ability to call out the enlightened beast!"

"I can't go to Kunlun." Fei Mingqiu said.

The ghost mother was discouraged, frowned and asked: "Why can't you go? You will remember everything when you go."

Fei Mingqiu: "The players are very important to me. I want to make sure that they... Well, as you said, they are safe and sound."

The ghost mother retorted weakly: "Brother, I'm not lying. They don't suffer from pain, they just disappear with a bang."

Yes, first there were Xia people, then there were merchants, Zhou people, Qin people, Han people...

Even contemporary Chinese.

Xia Dynasty no longer exists, where there are still chattering players, where there are still him and Shang Yuan.

Fei Mingqiu: "Whether I am a human or a mountain god, I can't leave now. You say you are my sister, can you help me?"

The ghost mother jumped up as if she had seen a ghost, and said exaggeratedly: "Me? Haha, you ask me? Brother, I don't want to die!"

She was in a daze for a while talking to herself, then suddenly said softly: "Yes. There is really a way. Do you know the Kingdom of the White People?"