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date="2021-11-25"

title="Section 42"

weight="152067"

series = ["General’s Gown"]

mode = "manual"

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With the continuous twisting of the gongs and drums, the dragon head is more delicate, chasing the fireball lamp in the hand of the dragon dancer, and it looks colorful at night, and it is really beautiful.

Behind the dragon dance team, a float came slowly. At the top of the float stood a man in a gorgeous robe, smiling and waving to the spectators on both sides, with triumphs in his eyebrows.

"Water Dragon King! Water Dragon King reincarnation!"

The surrounding people cheered. Many people were excited to realize the prepared red silk peace blessing in their hands. Flowers, fragrances and fruits were thrown at their water dragon king. What's more, they even knelt on their knees with excitement. , Kept kowtow.

This scene reminded Yan Changqing of the scene he had seen in the cave in the black market in Qinchuan. It seems that the superstition of the people of Qinchuan has a long history.

Wuyi's eyes flashed unabashedly with envy, and asked, "Where is he going?"

"Go to the newly built Longwang Temple." Dian Xiaoer continued: "Because of the three wells he dug out, the people donated money to him to make a statue of a god, and I want to give it up!" Dian Xiaoer suddenly rubbed his hands in a shameful manner. : "I also donated some money to ask for auspiciousness."

"Huh! There is a good thing like this!"

"Oh, why didn't I expect to donate money for a blessing!"

The guests started talking.

Wuyi said: "It's just that I dug three wells. Is it worthy of you to enshrine him as a god?"

"Huh? Are you kidding me!" Xiaoer was stunned: "That's three wells! Qinchuan has always been dry and waterless, and there are not many wells in the whole city. When the water is most scarce, a bucket of water costs ten. A copper plate is more valuable than mutton and ghee. With these three wells, I don’t know how many people can be fed!"

Wuyi "cut" disapprovingly, and said casually: "Then if someone digs a river out for you, do you have to kneel and call that person daddy? It seems that my brother is right. You are really a remote country. It's hard to even drink good water."

What he said was rather tricky. A guest next to him who had never spoken looked at him up and down, holding a thin beard on his chin, and smiling: "If someone can dig out the river, have water to drink, and scream daddy What's wrong. The black hat of my county grandfather can also be returned to him."

It turned out that this thin-bearded man with a gentle smile in a blue shirt was actually the magistrate of Qin Chuan.

With a sigh of relief, the little second of the shop eagerly added a pot of good tea to the county magistrate.

Wuyi said: "Hey, bragging."

The county magistrate looked at Wuyi's slightly childish face, and his eyes slowly fell on his incompatible dress.

Old white robe, blooming epiphany, dark green eyes.

"I once heard that there is a lake on the Baicang Mountain called Bailang Lake. The water in Bailang Lake is cool and sweet, and you can wake up sweetly in your dreams after a sip. It's really fascinating." The county magistrate said.

Yan Changqing said in his heart: Sure enough, this county magistrate is not easy. He guessed Wuyi's identity 80% of the time, and he was going to be tested.

Wuyi didn't realize it at all. While watching the lively Water Dragon King team, he said: "Hey, I don't know whether the water in Bailang Lake is sweet or not. Anyway, it is much better than your water. Your water is ah. Not only is it terrible, but there is always sand in it, stuffy teeth!"

The county magistrate holding the tea cup, still laughed: "We don’t want to. If someone can draw the water of Bailang Lake down from that mountain, I think the people of Qinchuan will definitely regard that person as the savior, be grateful, and never forget it. !"

Wuyi was startled slightly: "Are you serious?"

"Of course it's true." The county magistrate narrowed his smile, took out the official seal he carried with him, and said: "It's a pity that the Baicangshan mountain road crisscrosses, it is rugged and difficult to walk, and there are many white wolves and beasts. I have thought several times. Going up the mountain to find a source of water is always unacceptable."

Wuyi said without hesitation: "What's the problem? I'll take you up the mountain for a trip" Suddenly he paused, and hesitated, "If it helps you find the water source, what good will it do?"

"Enter the Dragon King Temple, shape the golden body, and enjoy the worship of everyone."

Wuyi thought for a while, and said, "Then...is there a beautiful mansion with warm and clean beds?"

"certainly."

"Is there a flower field? I have to help my brother plant the epiphany..."

"When there is a water source, Qinchuan has thousands of acres of fertile land, you can choose whatever you want!"

"Then can I bring my white wolf and snow deer, they are amiable to me-just bring two!"

"This..." The county magistrate hesitated briefly, and immediately said, "Of course it's okay!"

A gleam of light flashed in Wuyi's eyes. Yan Changqing knew Wuyi's psychology. He has always wanted to surpass his elder brother Yunbuhui and get the approval of others. The temptation that Qinchuan County magistrate threw at him was too great.

What's more, the reason why Wuyi buys countless things for Feilan every time he goes down the mountain is because he wants to share the happiness of the world with him. He is very eager to go down the mountain with Feilan, away from the boring cliff, away from the vain entrustment left by Yunfugui.

But his brother, will Feilan agree?

Wuyi frowned, pursed his mouth and pondered: "II want to discuss with my second brother, but I can't promise you now!" He picked up the baggage and ran away in a hurry.

Behind him, the county magistrate Qin Chuan twisted the thin beard on his lips and smiled faintly.

Helian Rongchuan put his hands on his chest and shook his head: "It's over, this county magistrate is not easy, he will definitely be staring at him."

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Thank you Sansi for throwing 2 mines

Thanks to Chongdao Qingyi for throwing a landmine

Thank you for throwing a landmine

Thanks to Jiasheng Xiaoxu for irrigation nutrient solution 5

Love you guys! kisses!

Epiphany a dream twelve

However, in the illusion, couldn't see whether there was anyone tracking Wuyi behind him, but only saw Wuyi holding something and excitedly climbed the mountain.

In the corner of the underground palace, a small oil lamp emits an orange-yellow, warm light. Fei Lan is wearing an old half-length jacket, her hair is loosely tied into a bunch, and she is painting with her wrists hanging on the table.

Wuyi rushed in, Fei Lan quickly covered the scroll of the wet ink on the table, and looked up reluctantly: "Don't knock on the door?"

Wuyi smiled and hid his hands behind his back, and said, "I will give you a surprise."

Fei Lan looked at him deliberately selling the lawsuit, stretched out his hand, and smiled: "What surprise?"

Wuyi walked around behind him, tilted his head and looked at his profile: "I said it was a surprise. You close your eyes first."

Fei Lan had to close his eyes.

Wuyi embraced Fei Lan from behind: "Alright!"

A burst of steaming rice fragrant, Fei Lan opened his eyes, and saw Wu Yi holding a blue-rim white porcelain bowl, which turned out to be a bowl of mutton wontons.

Even slightly steaming wontons.

"This time I finally didn't squeeze it into a big pie, try it soon, it's delicious!" Wuyi narrowed his eyes and smiled, revealing a small tiger tooth.

Fei Lan was surprised: "How did you bring it up?"

Such a cold day, such a long way?

"I took two bowls, buttoned up and down like this, and wrapped them in a robe" Wuyi gestured, "Sure enough, it's still hot!"

Yan Changqing only noticed that Wuyi did not wear an outer robe along the way, but only wore a thin coat of the same color. In the winter night, he just wrapped this bowl of wontons in his robe and walked all the way.

Feilan didn't say anything, but she hugged her younger brother who was half a head taller than him in her arms, and silently warmed him with her own body temperature.

Like a big dog, he rubbed his chest contentedly against Fei Lan's chest and raised his head.

Feilan looked down at him: "What are you going to say again?"

Wuyi thought for a while and said, "If we live in Qinchuan City, we can eat lamb wontons, candied haws, zongzi candies..."

Feilan smiled and said, "How old are you?"

Wuyi said: "You know, I am in Qinchuan, every time I see a delicious, fun, and beautiful thing, I will immediately think of you. I want you to go with me to see the outside world, and Not staying on the top of a cold mountain forever."

Fei Lan shook his head: "I don't think there is anything wrong here?"

Wuyi raised his head and looked at him seriously: "That's because you haven't seen the outside. If I tell you, we can have a spacious and warm house in Qinchuan City, with fertile land, and Can be admired like a god by everyone in the city, second brother, would you like to go?"

Fei Lan said: "Where can such a good thing happen?" As soon as he spoke, he suddenly realized something and looked at Wuyi strangely: "Why did you suddenly say this... Did you meet someone today?"

Wu Yi sat down and told him what he had learned today. Between the eyebrows, full of expectation.

But Feilan's face turned paler as she listened, and finally couldn't help but waved her sleeves: "No, I can never agree!"

Wuyi said in a puzzled way: "How can't it? Bailang Lake has so much water that it will never be used up. As long as a little water is allocated to Qinchuan, it can do good deeds and be grateful for future generations. Why not do it?"

"Naughty!" Fei Lan was a little anxious: "Our ancestors have explained that the water vein of Bailang Lake is the heart vein of the entire Baicang Mountain. Once it is destroyed, the sky and the earth will inevitably collapse and the lives will be charred!"

Wuyi didn't expect Feilan's reaction to be so big, and said in a daze, "Really, you are a lie?"

Fei Lan said, "What do I lie to you for this kind of thing?" He said that he pulled Wuyi and walked to the other side of the underground palace.

"You know that our people all died overnight. What was it for?" Feilan pointed to the mottled mural on the wall: "Just to protect the White Wolf Lake! If the water in the White Wolf Lake was drained , Baicang Mountain, and all the creatures on this mountain, will also be over."

Yan Changqing took a closer look at the mural pointed by the great witch doctor. This is exactly one of the murals he and Helian Rongchuan have seen before. Now that the light is brighter, Yan Changqing noticed that there was still a light lake painted on the Bai Cang Mountain in the mural, but the wall peeling off a little, he hadn't noticed before. The water of the Wanghu Lake in the center of Baicang Mountain is depicted as a heart. From around the "heart", many thin light blue veins are scattered, like blood vessels.

"Once the Bailang Lake is excavated, these water veins will dry up. If the underground is not supported by these water veins, it will inevitably collapse, and the consequences will be disastrous!"

Yan Changqing was shocked. Could it be that the earthquake in Qinchuan City was due to...

Wuyi obviously didn't expect it. He opened his mouth and said something like an apology and another explanation. But Yan Changqing couldn't hear it clearly.

"Rumble!!!"

There was a loud bang, and a cloud of smoke rose from the dome of the underground palace!

Although he knew it was an illusion, Helian Rongchuan still subconsciously guarded Yan Changqing.

The illusion is distorting.

The snow-capped mountains in the dark night were illuminated by countless torches. A gap was blown in the Bailang Lake, and the gravel was flying, and the clear water rolled down, converging into a river, flowing down the mountain.

Under the light of the torch, the turbulent river water shone like tears from a snow-capped mountain.

"It's not enough, keep bombing!" The county magistrate Qin Chuan commanded the hundreds of soldiers who followed him up the mountain, and his voice was particularly sharp because of his excitement: "Go back to discuss merits and rewards, you all have a share!"

boom! boom! boom!

More groundwater veins were forcibly exploded by gunpowder, and the river became wider and wider.

Wuyi ran out of the underground palace with a sullen head, seeing the scene in front of him, his knees softened, and he knelt down on the cold snow with a plop.

"How...how..." Wuyi panicked, he wanted to explain, but when he turned around, Feilan, who had escaped from the underground palace with him, disappeared.

A snow-white figure, like a moth fighting a fire, rushed towards the black crowd.

"No! You can't—"

Feilan opened his arms and rushed to the palace soldiers who were continuing to blow the water vein with the igniting powder, blocking their way.

Wuyi has never seen Feilan look so anxious and angry. But although anxious and angry, Fei Lan was obviously still trying to restrain herself in the crowd, straightening her chest, explaining something.

It was so far away that I couldn't hear what Fei Lan was talking about, only to see the county magistrate Qinchuan put on a smiling face and said a few words leisurely.

Hearing this, Fei Lan turned his head and looked in Wuyi's direction, with extremely firm eyes. His lips moved, and he said a few words.

Yan Changqing carefully identified it, and guessed what Fei Lan was saying,

"He will not."

But Wuyi at this time obviously did not see what Feilan was talking about. The moment before him completely frightened him, just kept saying: "It's not me, it's not that I took them up the mountain, it's not—"

The unfinished words suddenly got stuck in Wuyi's throat, and could no longer make a sound.

The air seemed to condense in an instant.

Wuyi seemed to be firmly nailed to the cold ground, hissing smoke, and it froze him in an instant.

He stared in horror and incredulously at everything that happened before him. In his wide-open green eyes, several scarlet bloodshots burst out in an instant, winding like a poisonous snake.

Fei Lan seemed to still have to explain something, a sharp long knife suddenly appeared behind him completely unprepared, and it pierced his chest straight from his back.

Everything happened too fast.

Feilan lowered his head and looked at her chest in surprise.

Blood.

The bright red, warm blood slid from between the fingers, and a drop fell on the dirty snow that had been trampled on, and in a flash, it gathered into a small trickle.

The county magistrate of Qinchuan still maintained a decent smile, twisting the thin beards of his chin, and raising his foot, stepped over Feilan who fell on the ground. It's like stepping over a blocking stone in the way.

"Go on, go on!" The county magistrate continued to urge vigorously, waving his arms.

Wuyi staggered and ran over, shuddering all over, holding Feilan in his arms. His trembling fingers tried his best to cover the wound on Feilan's chest, but no matter what he did, blood still poured out continuously, dyeing most of the white clothes of both of them to a dazzling scarlet.

"No...no...Second brother...no..."

Fei Lan slowly opened his eyes as if he had heard the call. His face was so white that he never saw any blood, his whole person was thin and fragile, like a broken, withered epiphany.

"Second brother...it's not me...I didn't bring them up..." Wuyi's voice was flustered and erratic, with a trembling cry.

Feilan's lips moved, as if he was trying to say something, but his chest was overflowing with blood, and he could no longer make a sound.

"Talk...Second brother, talk..."

Wuyi hugged Feilan tightly and shrank into a small ball. He was obviously a teenager much taller than Feilan. At this moment, he suddenly looked like a helpless and scared child.

"Don't do this... I... I'm afraid..."

Feilan looked up at Wuyi with some difficulty, her beautiful eyes were full of love, sadness, and reluctance, but she didn't have the slightest blame.

He raised his hand, and with some effort, lightly and lightly applied a little bit of Wuyi's nose, and wiped off a small plaster on Wuyi's nose.

...

As for my Wuyi brother, although he is also very talented, he is still a little kid who rubs his nose every day.

...

I am not a kid anymore. I can protect you.

...

Wuyi stared at Feilan in a daze, watched his hands fall weakly, watched his eyes slowly closed, watched a crystal tear drop across Feilan’s long eyelashes and drip onto the snow. Inside, disappeared.

Snowing. In the dark blue winter night, heavy snow like feathers was blowing.

Without blinking his eyes, he watched quietly, like an ice sculpture. He was so quiet, as if he belonged to two worlds not far from the large firelight behind him, and the noisy, excited crowd.

After a long time, Wuyi let out a desperate but low whimper like a trapped beast.

"It's me, it's me who killed you, it's all me..." Wuyi hugged the dead Feilan tightly, his eyes lost focus, and he whispered.