The young man had come here to look for his father who was often elusive, but he didn't expect that the person sitting under the old tree playing chess was not the old Dragon King, but a young-looking Taoist priest. The young man raised his eyes slightly and was about to go over and scold the Taoist priest, asking him to get out.
But when he looked up, the young Taoist's eyes were as sharp as lightning, yet calm, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes for no reason.
So the foot that had stepped forward was taken back.
He pointed at the guard on the side with the folding fan in his hand and shouted, "You, go and get that Taoist to leave."
"This is where my parents met when they were young."
"He is a monk, leave immediately!"
“Ah, this…”
The rough guard hesitated and glanced at the young Taoist over there. He saw that the young Taoist was in a blue Taoist robe. There was an illusory chessboard in front of him, which was clearly made of the Taoist's extremely pure innate Qi. There was also a sword box on one side. The wind blew the trees, and the Taoist's eyes were calm, but there was a hint of sword intent rising in him, so his heart was beating fast.
This, this kind of thing.
Why don't you go?
But thinking this way, he still walked slowly to the big tree, and stopped when he was still seven or eight steps away. He bowed from a distance and said very politely: "Master, please, there was an old man here who often played chess here. I wonder if you know him?"
Seeing the young Taoist nod, he continued: "That is my old grandfather."
"You're not here today. My son wants to come over and take a look."
The young Taoist picked up a black chess piece and put it down, saying calmly: "This is just a place to play chess."
"Send your son over here."
"If you can beat me, I will naturally give way."
The guard had no choice but to go back and report. The handsome young man frowned. He had the arrogance and domineering personality that young dragons usually have, as well as a bit of irritability. So he sneered three times and said, "It's quite interesting. After Yue Lianqing left, there was no one to keep me company. Today, I met an arrogant Taoist priest."
"Want to play chess with me?"
"Ha, go ahead and hit him in the face."
The young man strode over, swept away a few fallen leaves with his sleeves, and then sat down. The young Taoist saw his contemptuous expression, and there was a hint of arrogance between his brows. The young man also looked at the Taoist in blue in front of him, and then sneered: "I will play white first, are you really not afraid of being at a disadvantage?"
"Come."
He placed his pieces on the chessboard again. Qi Wuhuo withdrew his gaze and played chess calmly. They were playing the fragment of the chess game between Qi Wuhuo and the old man. This young man in white had liked playing chess since he was young because of his parents, and until now, he had superb chess skills and no one in Zhongzhou city could be his opponent.
Therefore, at the beginning, I was quite arrogant and disdainful about playing chess.
But as the game progressed, his expression gradually changed, becoming more and more solemn, until it finally became ugly.
The young Taoist priest left behind his last child.
A dragon-slaying situation has already formed on the chessboard.
He said calmly: "It's over, you lose."
The young man in white had a sullen look on his face. He held the folding fan in his hand and sneered, "Another round!"
The young Taoist raised his eyes, just as he wished.
The young man in white went down faster and faster.
Come up with a surprising move.
Walk wonderfully.
But each defeat was faster than the last.
It seemed that the young Taoist in front of him had already thought something through, and his moves in chess were more fierce than ever.
Each step was more decisive than the last, and there was no hesitation like in the first round.
In the last round of the seventh game, after only a few moves, the young Taoist held the chess piece with his finger, and the young man in white looked at the chessboard for a long time without saying a word. He had already seen the dead end of the dragon slayer. Finally, he put the chess piece down. The young man with a hint of arrogance between his eyebrows exhaled a foul breath, held the chessboard, and suddenly sneered, saying, "I've been waiting here specially."
"I played seven rounds of Dragon Slaying Chess with this young master."
"I'm afraid the Taoist priest has something to say to me, right?"
The young Taoist raised his eyes and looked at the cause of all this misfortune.
At least it is the obvious cause of the disaster.
Without showing much emotion, he said calmly: "You are not stupid, so why do you do stupid things?"
He wanted to speak, but the matter was so complicated, how could he start? And having done this, the Dragon King in front of him should have guessed something, and stood up and picked up the sword case. The young man in white shouted "Don't leave" and stepped forward. The young Taoist carried the sword case on his back, opened it, and the sword that killed thieves flew out with its scabbard, turned it upside down and hit the young man in the abdomen with the hilt.
A huge force knocked Longzi back several steps, and the Killer Sword returned to the sword case.
The young Taoist turned and left, never looking back.
Old Dragon King, Mr. Ao Liu, has neglected his duties.
He was the Dragon King, but he failed to fulfill his duties.
The young Dragon King in front of him can be spared from death because he is not the Jinghe Dragon King and is only performing duties on behalf of others.
There will also be severe punishment.
In these seven rounds of dragon-slaying, from the initial hesitation to the final determination, he seemed to have finally made a decision. If there is no right or wrong, then the choice needs to lie in one's own heart, to make a choice, to bear the consequences of the choice, and the young Taoist finally understood the compassion and unspoken words in the eyes of the great saint, Juyun Lingmiao.
There is no right or wrong, what matters is the choice.
Also, you must know how to take responsibility for what happens after making a decision.
If you kill the old Dragon King, you will have to shoulder all the grudges, karma and cause and effect.
Old Mr. Ao Liu had done a great favor to those seven million people. No matter what legitimate reasons one had for killing him, it might be considered hatred to those seven million people. Things in the world are connected, and many things are linked to each other, like a big net. If one is caught in it, it is difficult to say whether it is right or wrong.
This is what is meant by "a sword entering a web of dust and having its edge blunted."
Being true to heaven and earth, and to my own heart, is right.
The young Taoist pursed his lips and decided to repay Mr. Ao Liu's kindness first before talking about anything else.
Done.
Don't regret.
He who holds a sword and follows the Way is a practitioner of the Way.
It was also at this time that Qi Wuhuo understood.
This is not a disaster, it is just the beginning of a disaster.
The young man in white took several steps back, holding his abdomen. He was hit once by the sword, but was not injured. The dragon clan is a naturally powerful race. Although they grow slowly, their upper and lower limits are extremely high. As long as they are adult dragons, they have the combat power of human real people.
"Humph, you don't know what I'm talking about!"
"Go back!"
"The old man is not here, so we drink on our own!"
The young man in white sneered several times, but no one knew what he was thinking in his heart. He returned to the Water Palace and wanted to drink, but in the end he took the wine and went to visit Prime Minister Turtle who had already retired from his duties. The old turtle seemed to have a trace of Black Tortoise blood and had a long life. He was very happy to see the dragon son coming to visit him.
So he went to get some side dishes such as mixed algae and stir-fried fish and shrimp, and just chatted with Longzi in this quiet place.
"I still remember that when Your Highness was still so young, he would ride on my shoulders and play around."
"Has it grown this big in the blink of an eye?"
"Time really flies by. Lord Long's wife is still here."
The old turtle felt emotional.
Longzi just responded as usual, and finally asked casually, "Prime Minister Turtle, I have just taken over my father's duties, and I don't know much about some things. I came to visit you today, but I still want to ask you, if the number is changed when it rains, is it a big deal?"
The old tortoise was already half drunk from drinking, and replied, "Ha, that's no problem at all."
"The amount of rainfall is up to the water gods to decide. As long as they are not too willful and make dry areas wet or make areas with lush grass and grass not rain for a year, there won't be any big problems."
The young man in white breathed a sigh of relief.
The old turtle took another sip of wine and said drunkenly, "Unless it's something special, such as a big event like the 3,600-year rain formation, then it won't work..."
The young man in white looked a little pale, and he forced a smile and said, "This formation requires the balance between existence and non-existence. As long as it rains, it will be fine. Can't we make a single drop wrong? How can this be justified?"
The old turtle laughed loudly and said, "How can there be any ambiguity about the formation?"
"Arrays are like giving medicine to a person. A little more or a little less may only cause the medicine to be insufficient. But sometimes, it may directly turn the medicine into poison. The same is true for arrays. If you make a mistake, not only will the array be unbalanced, but it may even cause a chain reaction."
"Like thin ice in spring, if one part breaks, everything will break. In an instant, the ice on the river a hundred miles long will shatter in an instant."
"A thousand-mile embankment can be destroyed by an ant hole. This is something that cannot be ignored."
The old turtle's laughter stopped abruptly.
He stared at Long Zi in front of him and said in a lost voice: "You, you you you..."
"You changed the formation?!"
In an instant, the old turtle sobered up!
I immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
The young man in white did not answer, but said in a hoarse voice: "So, what will happen?" The old turtle stood up and walked back and forth, with a look of great anxiety on his face. He turned around suddenly and shouted:
"What should I do? What should I do? You, you, you, it doesn't matter if it rains more or less on normal days, but you are really courting death if you are vague about something like this!"
"Walking on the Dragon Slaying Stage is the easiest thing to do!"
"Your father is about to be killed by you now!"
The young man in white suddenly changed his expression and said, "My father had to go into seclusion because of the rain in Jinzhou, so I am here to take over temporarily."
"He will also be punished so severely?"
"Back then, all the gods of mountains and rivers in Jinzhou were hurt by this incident and dared not take action. My father saw all living beings and could not bear to see them die, so he brought water to relieve the drought and eliminated the sudden fire evil. Logically speaking, since he did not know about this, he should have been treated leniently..."
The old Prime Minister Turtle said with a tone that was almost full of regret:
"You're going to ask the Arctic Exorcist House for leniency?!"
The young man in white looked pale: "North Pole Exorcism House..."
"This matter is so big..."
The old turtle looked at the young man in front of him and didn't know what to say. There was real grief in his eyes. Who can avoid making mistakes? When we are young and ignorant, we often have a moment of thought, listen to slander, make mistakes and cause trouble, but such a disaster is so big that no one can stop it.
He couldn't help but sigh and said, "Indeed, if your father had told these things, he would have survived."
"You have made great contributions before, and you are an uninformed person. Although you may be suspected of dereliction of duty, you are not the main culprit. You will be punished by the five thunderbolts from heaven. Although I don't know what the result will be, at least your life can be saved."
"But that means you will be targeted for death."
"On the Dragon Slaying Stage, being cut into pieces by a thousand swords is too light!"
"How about this, you and your father share the punishment. In this case, I'm afraid both of you will be sentenced to severe punishment."
“Heaven will strike with five thunderbolts, and even his dragon god body may be chopped off, but at least he can enter the reincarnation cycle.”
The young Dragon King's face turned pale. Thinking of the Thunder Department's criminal law, he couldn't help but feel terrified in his heart. His body instinctively trembled with fear. He staggered to his feet, and when he picked up the wine, his body was still shaking with fear and dread. The old turtle was about to say something when he suddenly realized that something was wrong. There was a sudden large flow of water around him, which directly trapped the turtle prime minister.
The old turtle's expression suddenly changed. He wanted to say something, but he was sealed up.
The white-clothed dragon drank the wine tremblingly, then gritted his teeth and slammed the cup in his hand on the table. He exhaled a long breath with a distorted expression: "Nothing, nothing. The old man has lived for thousands of years. Now he is old, weak and disabled. He is a useless old thing."
"Yes, yes, he is of no use now."
"I am younger than him and have more potential."
"Yes, yes, that's it..."
He stood up and looked at the old turtle who was smashing the seal violently with an angry look on his face and still muttering those words. Those words made the old turtle who had lived in the Jing River system for a thousand years very angry. However, he had only lived longer and his magical powers were not enough to defeat the young dragon who was in the water palace at this moment.
The guards outside the door saw Longzi in white coming out alone.
I couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you come here to invite Prime Minister Turtle to celebrate with you?"
The white-clothed dragon replied, "Yes, but the old prime minister is tired and needs to rest."
The guard had no doubts, but said with regret: "Ah, is that so? I wanted to have one more drink with the old prime minister, but it seems that there is no chance this time."
"There will be opportunities in the future."
"Now, let's go back to the Water House, sing and dance! And continue drinking!"
“Haha, OK!”
Although there were still seven or eight days to the New Year, the Jinghe Water Palace was in a great frenzy with singing and dancing, as well as fine wine. Everyone was in great joy. Then the white-robed dragon thought of this time's trap, and ordered his subordinates to fetch all kinds of treasures and rarities, and went to the Penglai Division, which was in charge of the water god, and presented these treasures to the officials in charge of the water palace.
If he accidentally commits a crime and falls into your hands one day, you should be lenient with him.
Then he brought a lot of fine wine, pearls, and precious jade to visit the Penglai Division Master Si Zhenjun, and bowed deeply. The Penglai Division Master and the Beiji Exorcist Court were not in contact with each other. Seeing the young dragon coming, he asked with a smile what was the matter. The dragon took out many treasures. The Penglai Division Master Si Zhenjun looked quite amused and said with a smile: "What is the matter that requires so many gifts?"
"If you don't tell me, I won't take it."
"I just hope you can help me."
"Oh? What's convenient? Why don't you ask your father to come?"
The white-clothed dragon picked up the wine and scolded with a smile: "The old man has lived for a thousand years, but now he is old, weak and crippled, a useless old thing!"
"I am younger than him and have more potential."
"so……"
The white-clothed dragon boy paused for a moment, then replied:
“It started seven years ago and has continued till now.”
"The Dragon King of Jinghe River is me."
"What is written on these documents is the evidence. The old man has lived for thousands of years, and it is time for him to give up his position. I just came here to submit the files, hoping that the True Lord will change the name of the Water Official." This is not a problem. The True Lord Penglai Si took a look at the files. It was indeed the young man in front of him who had been controlling the clouds and rain and regulating the water veins since seven years ago.
This was in accordance with the rules, so he took out the Penglaisi's heavenly book.
The young man's face was pale without a trace of blood, and his hands were shaking when he picked up the pen. If he hadn't drunk, this huge fear would have made it difficult for him to hold the pen. He raised his left hand and pressed down his right hand, and made changes on the water official file -
Being afraid is being afraid.
As a young dragon, he has never experienced any storms. Facing life and death and seeking death, he is of course afraid.
But a true dragon has its own way of living, and a true dragon has its own way of dying.
Most dragons are arrogant.
Those without pride are nothing but insects.
Did it, wrong.
I admit it.
Whether it is life or death, no one else can take the blame for me.
He let out a breath, because the file met the requirements, the evidence was solid, and he had the seal of the water official of the old generation of the Jinghe Dragon King as a basis, so he could change the number of days. He put pen to paper, and the light on the file started to turn.
[Zhongzhou·Jinghe Dragon King]——
Ao Wulie.