"A little trick!" Wu Hao drew his sword from his waist, like a ferocious beast opening its mouth to reveal its fangs and claws.
Yang Qinglan glanced at him.
"Thud!" Wu Hao fell backward, only managing to steady himself by inserting his sword into the deck.
He seemed to be hanging on a cliff, his legs kicking wildly as he gripped the sword stuck in the deck.
General Huang Ting grabbed a small table and, with a whooshing sound, hurled it at the three men.
Yang Qinglan didn't even look, just pointed her finger, and the whole table and people froze into ice.
As darkness fell, the firelight emanating from Li Qianxia cast the shadows of everyone on the cabin wall, swaying uncertainly.
No one dared to draw their swords anymore.
This isn't about the number of people; the other side actually knows demonic magic, or rather, immortal arts!
"Lord Zheng, do you believe me now?" Li Changzhou asked with a smile, his sleeves fluttering.
Only then did everyone realize something: Huang An came in soaking wet, while the three of them had completely dry hair.
"Please sit down!" Zheng Chenggong said. "Sit down, everyone, and put your swords away."
Yang Qinglan withdrew her rebuke and melted the ice. Wu Hao and Huang Ting retreated with lingering regrets.
Li Qianxia also extinguished the flames.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Zheng Chenggong did not inquire about the living standards on Penglai Island, but went straight to the point: "Since the three immortals have come to help me, what guidance do you have?"
His idea was simple: whether it was a foreign gun or a Ming Dynasty gun, and whether it was from a deity or not, if it could really help, then it was a good gun and a deity.
What guidance could Li Changzhou offer?
He's a sophomore law student, and all he does is bully his sister, warn each other to send lawyer's letters, or behead others in a game of values, committing all sorts of evil deeds.
"What difficulties is Prince Zheng facing now?" he asked.
"Food shortage."
no way.
If the pills weren't sold to the Special Operations Bureau, they might be able to hold out for a while longer.
"That's nothing, anything else?"
"With continuous storms, wind, rain, and fog, the fleet is unable to move an inch and cannot leave port."
“Simple.” Li Changzhou finally felt confident. “Does Prince Zheng know where the storms of the world come from?”
"I don't know."
“I once listened to the teachings of the Fairy of Gusha. She said that when the yang energy of the sky is stimulated, it becomes wind; when the yin energy of the earth is condensed, it becomes rain; when the yin and yang energies clash, they become thunder; when the yang energy prevails, it disperses and becomes rain and dew; when the yin energy prevails, it condenses and becomes frost and snow.”
Li Qianxia pursed her lips tightly, her eyes darting around.
Soon, these ancient people in front of her caught her attention. They were dressed in cotton-like clothes, and they really did have knives at their waists. Their hair was so oily—phew, she finally managed to suppress her laughter.
She continued listening to her brother's nonsense.
"...All things in the universe are nothing more than the changes of Yin and Yang and the interaction of the Five Elements. As long as I shift the Five Elements and balance Yin and Yang, the storm will naturally stop."
"What?!" The soldiers gasped.
The story of Zhuge Liang borrowing the east wind in "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" is already exaggerated enough. This unheard-of sorcerer actually dared to say that he could make the wind and rain disappear!
"Really?" Zheng Chenggong leaned forward and couldn't help but ask.
"Would I lie to you?" Li Changzhou smiled as he stood up. "Actions speak louder than words. Prince Zheng, please follow me."
He walked outside with Yang Qinglan and Li Qianxia, and everyone quickly got up and followed.
"Lord Koxinga, be careful," Wu Hao said in a low voice as he approached Zheng Chenggong.
"It's alright!" Zheng Chenggong pressed his hand on the sword at his waist and strode forward.
As soon as I stepped out of the cabin, a torrential downpour hit me, stinging my face and making it hard to stand.
Penghu was shrouded in wind and rain, and the air was thick with mist, making it impossible to see even the people around us.
Zheng Chenggong's original plan was to link all the warships together with iron chains and march on the island despite strong winds, heavy rain, and dense fog!
Suddenly, a self-proclaimed immortal from Penglai, who calls himself the Dharma King of the East Sea, appears out of nowhere and dares to say that he can make the clouds and rain disappear.
"Where are those people?" Zheng Chenggong suddenly heard Yang Ying, the head of the household affairs department, shout.
He looked around, but sure enough, he couldn't see the three people anywhere.
"Oh no!" Yang Chaodong shouted, shielding Zheng Chenggong. "Protect Lord Guoxing! The other party might be an assassin!"
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Everyone drew their swords, held muskets in their left hands, surrounded Zheng Chenggong in the center, their expressions tense and their eyes sharp.
The storm blew the cotton armor flying everywhere.
I don't know if it was sweat or rainwater, but it got into my eyes and they felt sore and painful.
Boom!
Lightning suddenly struck the sky, and the world turned blue-purple.
"Get inside!" Amidst the thunder and lightning, it was impossible to tell who was shouting; it sounded like a mosquito's groan.
The crowd protected Zheng Chenggong and moved him step by step into the cabin.
Zheng Chenggong was being pushed along by his men. He looked up at the dark sky, facing the torrential rain.
Boom!
Another devastating thunderclap struck, the sound of which seemed to shatter eardrums.
Amidst the dazzling lightning, Zheng Chenggong suddenly caught a glimpse of a gigantic figure, winding like a dragon.
The rain stopped instantly, as if a shower had been turned off; the storm subsided rapidly; and the thick fog vanished into the void, revealing an endless blue sky.
"Who drew his sword, his aura startling frost and snow? A dragon faintly flew within the light. Who in the world may call themselves a giant? Among the immortals, I alone am the true dragon."
Li Changzhou, with his hands behind his back and his sleeves fluttering, slowly walked down from the void.
Drip...drip...rainwater dripped from the cloth armor of the crowd, and all was silent.
The spring sun shines on the earth, and the scattered storm blows gently from the sea. A thin mist hangs like smoke, and Penghu is peaceful and tranquil.
The sudden storm just now felt like a dream.
Li Changzhou landed on the deck, smiling as he looked at Zheng Chenggong and the others who were still dumbfounded and hadn't recovered their senses.
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