Chapter 426
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Zhao Yu was seven years old in the eightieth year of the great lunar calendar.
Fuzhou, the southernmost part of summer, has been continuously raining for three months. Fuzhou has been flooded, rivers and lakes have risen sharply, and floods have inundated villages and towns along the coast.
However, when the vast majority of Fuzhou people, with their families and families, fled to neighboring Leizhou and Fuzhou for refuge along the official road, there were three figures coming from shunzhou and going against the current.
One old man, two little children.
The old man was wearing a black short sleeve Confucian shirt with snow-white hair and an oil paper fan. His whole white hair was curled back and fixed with a wooden hairpin. His face was ruddy and the stars were changing in his eyes. He just looked over the crowd fleeing in front of him. It was as if he had seen the shore of the South China Sea at the end of the front, and his eyes had an imperceptible killing intention.
Next to the old man, there was a robust baby with a tiger head and a tiger brain, but he was almost as tall as an adult. He also held an oil paper fan in his hand, pursed his lips, and lifted the umbrella up to hold an umbrella for a pink carved jade faced baby.
The rain pouring down from the sky is so heavy that the rain in the farmland on both sides of the official road is almost equal to that of the official road. Maybe in a few hours, this official road will be submerged and become a Heze.
As a result, the people of Fuzhou who fled to the outside world one after another quickened their pace and ran forward. At the same time, seeing the old man from the opposite direction, they came to persuade them one after another. However, the old man in Confucian clothes shook his head slightly, declined the offer of taking them on a journey, and continued to take the two little children forward.
The rainstorm made a crackling sound on the oil paper umbrella, but the face of the baby carved with powder and jade under the umbrella was not good-looking, and her eyebrows were tight. She looked at the crowd in front of her who was constantly fleeing under the rainstorm. In the eyes of the old city, there was a worry that could not be dispelled. Even the splashing rain had dampened the clothes and cloth shoes on her body.
The old man, who was walking forward, turned his head and looked at his side. His brows were locked. His small face was in a ball. It was as if he could see the calmness of his age above his small body. Therefore, the old man gently moved to the side. One branch was broken by the flood, and the branch floating on the farmland flew gently in front of the three people.
Then the old man raised his right hand, held out a finger, and gently stroked on the rather thick branch, and pieces of sawdust fell. After a while, the branch gradually formed a very ordinary wooden sword. In order to take care of Xiaowa's little hand, the wooden sword was not big as a whole, but like a long dagger. The handle was very thin, just enough for the baby to hold.
The old man handed the wooden sword to the delicate baby beside him, and with a slight smile, a kind voice sounded:
"yu'er, do you like the wooden sword that Shigong cut for you?"
"Shigong, I'm seven years old, not a three-year-old."
After that, the delicate little girl with a tight frown turned around and looked at the old man with a kind and ruddy face in front of her, and continued to say:
"the disaster situation in Fuzhou is much more severe than what we have heard in shunzhou. The terrain of the official roads here is already very high, but it is still about to be submerged. Therefore, the villagers on both sides of the river must have Displaced, since we already know the cause of the heavy rain, Shigong, I think we'd better solve it earlier. "
Looking in front of him, he was calm, with ebony pupils full of seriousness. The old man in the Confucian shirt laughed again, raised his hand to touch the head of the former, and said softly:
"it's the teacher's negligence. The Royal son has grown up. Since he is growing up, he should hold the sword in his hand to protect his people and protect the whole summer And you said that? "
After the old man's voice fell down, he gently handed the wooden sword in front of Xiaowa. Then, the delicate and noble looking baby, hesitated for a moment, stretched out his small hand and grasped the handle of the sword. For the first time, he took up the weapon to protect the people of Daxia!
The three figures of the old and the young continued to walk towards the front. The farther south they went, the greater the rain. The deeper the water on the official road was, and the fewer people were fleeing. The whole sky above was in the dark of wind and rain, just like the end of the day.
All of a sudden, the rainstorm was accompanied by a loud shout from the side:
"come on, all of you, please try your best to block this gap. If the dike of the largest Nanjiang River in Fuzhou mirror breaks down and the river flows down, the millions of Fuzhou people who fled in front of them will be finished. Therefore, they all go to get sandbags and take as many as they can!"
Looking at the sound, the little girl with pink carving and jade carving saw a high dam in front of the rain curtain. On the dam, countless figures ran with sandbags on their backs and smashed them into the gap below. These figures were the Fuzhou garrison in armor, and there were also young and middle-aged people who came spontaneously.
"Shigong?"
As soon as the baby's voice dropped, the old man nodded and raised his hand. The three figures disappeared in an instant. In the next second, they appeared directly on the dam, and then listened to the loud voice of drinking in front of her:
"I'm going to stabilize it soon. Continue to work harder. Yuanbai, you can also help command.""Good, father."
Then a very young figure came running from the front, and saw the three people suddenly appeared on the river bank. This road was about ten years old. The young man in a white short shirt was obviously stunned. Then he rushed forward and drank:
"old man, turn back quickly. There is danger of breaking the dike at any time. Please leave quickly for the old people and children."
After that, the boy named Yuanbai rushed to the sand pile under the dike not far away without looking back. There were already many sandbags filled and needed to be filled in the gap.
"Po'er, you go to help them, yu'er, hold the wooden sword in your hand and follow Shigong to cut this evil animal."
After the words fell, the little baby with tiger head and tiger brain, who had been holding an umbrella silently and did not speak, directly plunged into the rain curtain without saying a word, and stepped to the side of the sand pile. Under the gaze of everyone's startled eyes, she grabbed all the sandbags in front of her, lifted her head directly above her head, turned and walked on the embankment.
After the beam broke, the young man with white shirt suddenly looked at the dam, but found that the figure of the old and the young had disappeared.
On the edge of the South China Sea in Fuzhou, the old man with delicate clothes and delicate baby suddenly appeared. The originally luxuriant land and farmland under it had become a land of water.
The delicate baby looked up at the void ahead and clenched the wooden sword handle in her hand, because there was an evil dragon connecting heaven and earth on the South China Sea, surrounded by strong winds and rainstorms, and covered with dark clouds, the blue dragon scales glowed with cold light.
"Evil barrier!"
The old man opened his mouth and let out a roar, which was echoed through the whole world. After hearing the words, the evil dragon, which was tumbling in the storm of the sea of clouds, reflected in an instant. The huge and ferocious dragon head peeped out from the dark cloud, and his cold and merciless blue eyes looked down, and his mouth gave out an earth shaking roar!
The fierce rain came with the stench on his face, which made the delicate baby beside the old man step back subconsciously. Then he heard the voice of the old man's vicissitudes.
"Yu'er, raise your sword in your hand and stab it to the front. You are the most respected emperor TAISUN in summer. You don't need to be afraid, and there is nothing qualified to make you afraid."
"Good!"
Xiaowa's face, which was carved with powder and jade, recovered smoothly. She spat out a word. Then she took a step forward, clenched the wooden sword in her hand and stabbed it straight forward.
The next breath, nothing happened. The roaring dragon was still furious. Xiaowa frowned and thrust out the second sword again, but nothing happened.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
The old man in the Confucian shirt beside Xiaowa suddenly looked up at the sky and burst into laughter. The bold and unrestrained laughter directly suppressed the roar of the dragon in the sky. Then she took the wooden sword from Xiaowa's hand and gently threw it up with a finger on her right hand.
This ordinary wooden sword, which is one size smaller than the ordinary sword, turns into a rainbow and flies into the sky.
"This dragon has the air of Nanman, so it will come and go from where it comes from!"
After saying that, Hongguang shot in from the heart of the evil dragon's eyebrows and from the back of his head. On the wooden sword, he was struggling to roar the blue dragon spirit, and went straight to the West!
"Ao ~"
the dragon in the sky let out a roar of pain, and then the huge body fell into the clouds and hit the sea, causing huge waves.
The heavy rain covering the whole Fuzhou in March stopped in an instant!
It is well known that the master cut the evil dragon with three swords on the coast of the South China Sea. In fact, the master only made one sword, and two swords were stabbed by Zhao Yu, the seven year old grandson of the emperor. Although it did not cause any harm, it made the master excited to scream.
For the two swords!
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Zhao Yu was seven years old in the eightieth year of the great lunar calendar.
Fuzhou, the southernmost part of summer, has been continuously raining for three months. Fuzhou has been flooded, rivers and lakes have risen sharply, and floods have inundated villages and towns along the coast.
However, when the vast majority of Fuzhou people, with their families and families, fled to neighboring Leizhou and Fuzhou for refuge along the official road, there were three figures coming from shunzhou and going against the current.
One old man, two little children.
The old man was wearing a black short sleeve Confucian shirt with snow-white hair and an oil paper fan. His whole white hair was curled back and fixed with a wooden hairpin. His face was ruddy and the stars were changing in his eyes. He just looked over the crowd fleeing in front of him. It was as if he had seen the shore of the South China Sea at the end of the front, and his eyes had an imperceptible killing intention.
Next to the old man, there was a robust baby with a tiger head and a tiger brain, but he was almost as tall as an adult. He also held an oil paper fan in his hand, pursed his lips, and lifted the umbrella up to hold an umbrella for a pink carved jade faced baby.
The rain pouring down from the sky is so heavy that the rain in the farmland on both sides of the official road is almost equal to that of the official road. Maybe in a few hours, this official road will be submerged and become a Heze.
As a result, the people of Fuzhou who fled to the outside world one after another quickened their pace and ran forward. At the same time, seeing the old man from the opposite direction, they came to persuade them one after another. However, the old man in Confucian clothes shook his head slightly, declined the offer of taking them on a journey, and continued to take the two little children forward.
The rainstorm made a crackling sound on the oil paper umbrella, but the face of the baby carved with powder and jade under the umbrella was not good-looking, and her eyebrows were tight. She looked at the crowd in front of her who was constantly fleeing under the rainstorm. In the eyes of the old city, there was a worry that could not be dispelled. Even the splashing rain had dampened the clothes and cloth shoes on her body.
The old man, who was walking forward, turned his head and looked at his side. His brows were locked. His small face was in a ball. It was as if he could see the calmness of his age above his small body. Therefore, the old man gently moved to the side. One branch was broken by the flood, and the branch floating on the farmland flew gently in front of the three people.
Then the old man raised his right hand, held out a finger, and gently stroked on the rather thick branch, and pieces of sawdust fell. After a while, the branch gradually formed a very ordinary wooden sword. In order to take care of Xiaowa's little hand, the wooden sword was not big as a whole, but like a long dagger. The handle was very thin, just enough for the baby to hold.
The old man handed the wooden sword to the delicate baby beside him, and with a slight smile, a kind voice sounded:
"yu'er, do you like the wooden sword that Shigong cut for you?"
"Shigong, I'm seven years old, not a three-year-old."
After that, the delicate little girl with a tight frown turned around and looked at the old man with a kind and ruddy face in front of her, and continued to say:
"the disaster situation in Fuzhou is much more severe than what we have heard in shunzhou. The terrain of the official roads here is already very high, but it is still about to be submerged. Therefore, the villagers on both sides of the river must have Displaced, since we already know the cause of the heavy rain, Shigong, I think we'd better solve it earlier. "
Looking in front of him, he was calm, with ebony pupils full of seriousness. The old man in the Confucian shirt laughed again, raised his hand to touch the head of the former, and said softly:
"it's the teacher's negligence. The Royal son has grown up. Since he is growing up, he should hold the sword in his hand to protect his people and protect the whole summer And you said that? "
After the old man's voice fell down, he gently handed the wooden sword in front of Xiaowa. Then, the delicate and noble looking baby, hesitated for a moment, stretched out his small hand and grasped the handle of the sword. For the first time, he took up the weapon to protect the people of Daxia!
The three figures of the old and the young continued to walk towards the front. The farther south they went, the greater the rain. The deeper the water on the official road was, and the fewer people were fleeing. The whole sky above was in the dark of wind and rain, just like the end of the day.
All of a sudden, the rainstorm was accompanied by a loud shout from the side:
"come on, all of you, please try your best to block this gap. If the dike of the largest Nanjiang River in Fuzhou mirror breaks down and the river flows down, the millions of Fuzhou people who fled in front of them will be finished. Therefore, they all go to get sandbags and take as many as they can!"
Looking at the sound, the little girl with pink carving and jade carving saw a high dam in front of the rain curtain. On the dam, countless figures ran with sandbags on their backs and smashed them into the gap below. These figures were the Fuzhou garrison in armor, and there were also young and middle-aged people who came spontaneously.
"Shigong?"
As soon as the baby's voice dropped, the old man nodded and raised his hand. The three figures disappeared in an instant. In the next second, they appeared directly on the dam, and then listened to the loud voice of drinking in front of her:
"I'm going to stabilize it soon. Continue to work harder. Yuanbai, you can also help command.""Good, father."
Then a very young figure came running from the front, and saw the three people suddenly appeared on the river bank. This road was about ten years old. The young man in a white short shirt was obviously stunned. Then he rushed forward and drank:
"old man, turn back quickly. There is danger of breaking the dike at any time. Please leave quickly for the old people and children."
After that, the boy named Yuanbai rushed to the sand pile under the dike not far away without looking back. There were already many sandbags filled and needed to be filled in the gap.
"Po'er, you go to help them, yu'er, hold the wooden sword in your hand and follow Shigong to cut this evil animal."
After the words fell, the little baby with tiger head and tiger brain, who had been holding an umbrella silently and did not speak, directly plunged into the rain curtain without saying a word, and stepped to the side of the sand pile. Under the gaze of everyone's startled eyes, she grabbed all the sandbags in front of her, lifted her head directly above her head, turned and walked on the embankment.
After the beam broke, the young man with white shirt suddenly looked at the dam, but found that the figure of the old and the young had disappeared.
On the edge of the South China Sea in Fuzhou, the old man with delicate clothes and delicate baby suddenly appeared. The originally luxuriant land and farmland under it had become a land of water.
The delicate baby looked up at the void ahead and clenched the wooden sword handle in her hand, because there was an evil dragon connecting heaven and earth on the South China Sea, surrounded by strong winds and rainstorms, and covered with dark clouds, the blue dragon scales glowed with cold light.
"Evil barrier!"
The old man opened his mouth and let out a roar, which was echoed through the whole world. After hearing the words, the evil dragon, which was tumbling in the storm of the sea of clouds, reflected in an instant. The huge and ferocious dragon head peeped out from the dark cloud, and his cold and merciless blue eyes looked down, and his mouth gave out an earth shaking roar!
The fierce rain came with the stench on his face, which made the delicate baby beside the old man step back subconsciously. Then he heard the voice of the old man's vicissitudes.
"Yu'er, raise your sword in your hand and stab it to the front. You are the most respected emperor TAISUN in summer. You don't need to be afraid, and there is nothing qualified to make you afraid."
"Good!"
Xiaowa's face, which was carved with powder and jade, recovered smoothly. She spat out a word. Then she took a step forward, clenched the wooden sword in her hand and stabbed it straight forward.
The next breath, nothing happened. The roaring dragon was still furious. Xiaowa frowned and thrust out the second sword again, but nothing happened.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
The old man in the Confucian shirt beside Xiaowa suddenly looked up at the sky and burst into laughter. The bold and unrestrained laughter directly suppressed the roar of the dragon in the sky. Then she took the wooden sword from Xiaowa's hand and gently threw it up with a finger on her right hand.
This ordinary wooden sword, which is one size smaller than the ordinary sword, turns into a rainbow and flies into the sky.
"This dragon has the air of Nanman, so it will come and go from where it comes from!"
After saying that, Hongguang shot in from the heart of the evil dragon's eyebrows and from the back of his head. On the wooden sword, he was struggling to roar the blue dragon spirit, and went straight to the West!
"Ao ~"
the dragon in the sky let out a roar of pain, and then the huge body fell into the clouds and hit the sea, causing huge waves.
The heavy rain covering the whole Fuzhou in March stopped in an instant!
It is well known that the master cut the evil dragon with three swords on the coast of the South China Sea. In fact, the master only made one sword, and two swords were stabbed by Zhao Yu, the seven year old grandson of the emperor. Although it did not cause any harm, it made the master excited to scream.
For the two swords!
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Zhao Yu was seven years old in the eightieth year of the great lunar calendar. Fuzhou, the southernmost part of summer, has been continuously raining for three months. Fuzhou has been flooded, rivers and lakes have risen sharply, and floods have inundated villages and towns along the coast. However, when the vast majority of Fuzhou people, with their families and families, fled to neighboring Leizhou and Fuzhou for refuge along the official road, there were three figures coming from shunzhou and going against the current. One old man, two little children. The old man was wearing a black short sleeve Confucian shirt with snow-white hair and an oil paper fan. His whole white hair was curled back and fixed with a wooden hairpin. His face was ruddy and the stars were changing in his eyes. He just looked over the crowd fleeing in front of him. It was as if he had seen the shore of the South China Sea at the end of the front, and his eyes had an imperceptible killing intention. Next to the old man, there was a robust baby with a tiger head and a tiger brain, but he was almost as tall as an adult. He also held an oil paper fan in his hand, pursed his lips, and lifted the umbrella up to hold an umbrella for a pink carved jade faced baby. The rain pouring down from the sky is so heavy that the rain in the farmland on both sides of the official road is almost equal to that of the official road. Maybe in a few hours, this official road will be submerged and become a Heze. As a result, the people of Fuzhou who fled to the outside world one after another quickened their pace and ran forward. At the same time, seeing the old man from the opposite direction, they came to persuade them one after another. However, the old man in Confucian clothes shook his head slightly, declined the offer of taking them on a journey, and continued to take the two little children forward. The rainstorm made a crackling sound on the oil paper umbrella, but the face of the baby carved with powder and jade under the umbrella was not good-looking, and her eyebrows were tight. She looked at the crowd in front of her who was constantly fleeing under the rainstorm. In the eyes of the old city, there was a worry that could not be dispelled. Even the splashing rain had dampened the clothes and cloth shoes on her body. The old man, who was walking forward, turned his head and looked at his side. His brows were locked. His small face was in a ball. It was as if he could see the calmness of his age above his small body. Therefore, the old man gently moved to the side. One branch was broken by the flood, and the branch floating on the farmland flew gently in front of the three people. Then the old man raised his right hand, held out a finger, and gently stroked on the rather thick branch, and pieces of sawdust fell. After a while, the branch gradually formed a very ordinary wooden sword. In order to take care of Xiaowa's little hand, the wooden sword was not big as a whole, but like a long dagger. The handle was very thin, just enough for the baby to hold. The old man handed the wooden sword to the delicate baby beside him, and with a slight smile, a kind voice sounded: "yu'er, do you like the wooden sword that Shigong cut for you?" "Shigong, I'm seven years old, not a three-year-old." After that, the delicate little girl with a tight frown turned around and looked at the old man with a kind and ruddy face in front of her, and continued to say: "the disaster situation in Fuzhou is much more severe than what we have heard in shunzhou. The terrain of the official roads here is already very high, but it is still about to be submerged. Therefore, the villagers on both sides of the river must have Displaced, since we already know the cause of the heavy rain, Shigong, I think we'd better solve it earlier. " Looking in front of him, he was calm, with ebony pupils full of seriousness. The old man in the Confucian shirt laughed again, raised his hand to touch the head of the former, and said softly: "it's the teacher's negligence. The Royal son has grown up. Since he is growing up, he should hold the sword in his hand to protect his people and protect the whole summer And you said that? " After the old man's voice fell down, he gently handed the wooden sword in front of Xiaowa. Then, the delicate and noble looking baby, hesitated for a moment, stretched out his small hand and grasped the handle of the sword. For the first time, he took up the weapon to protect the people of Daxia! The three figures of the old and the young continued to walk towards the front. The farther south they went, the greater the rain. The deeper the water on the official road was, and the fewer people were fleeing. The whole sky above was in the dark of wind and rain, just like the end of the day. All of a sudden, the rainstorm was accompanied by a loud shout from the side: "come on, all of you, please try your best to block this gap. If the dike of the largest Nanjiang River in Fuzhou mirror breaks down and the river flows down, the millions of Fuzhou people who fled in front of them will be finished. Therefore, they all go to get sandbags and take as many as they can!" Looking at the sound, the little girl with pink carving and jade carving saw a high dam in front of the rain curtain. On the dam, countless figures ran with sandbags on their backs and smashed them into the gap below. These figures were the Fuzhou garrison in armor, and there were also young and middle-aged people who came spontaneously. "Shigong?" As soon as the baby's voice dropped, the old man nodded and raised his hand. The three figures disappeared in an instant. In the next second, they appeared directly on the dam, and then listened to the loud voice of drinking in front of her: "I'm going to stabilize it soon. Continue to work harder. Yuanbai, you can also help command.""Good, father." Then a very young figure came running from the front, and saw the three people suddenly appeared on the river bank. This road was about ten years old. The young man in a white short shirt was obviously stunned. Then he rushed forward and drank: "old man, turn back quickly. There is danger of breaking the dike at any time. Please leave quickly for the old people and children." After that, the boy named Yuanbai rushed to the sand pile under the dike not far away without looking back. There were already many sandbags filled and needed to be filled in the gap. "Po'er, you go to help them, yu'er, hold the wooden sword in your hand and follow Shigong to cut this evil animal." After the words fell, the little baby with tiger head and tiger brain, who had been holding an umbrella silently and did not speak, directly plunged into the rain curtain without saying a word, and stepped to the side of the sand pile. Under the gaze of everyone's startled eyes, she grabbed all the sandbags in front of her, lifted her head directly above her head, turned and walked on the embankment. After the beam broke, the young man with white shirt suddenly looked at the dam, but found that the figure of the old and the young had disappeared. On the edge of the South China Sea in Fuzhou, the old man with delicate clothes and delicate baby suddenly appeared. The originally luxuriant land and farmland under it had become a land of water. The delicate baby looked up at the void ahead and clenched the wooden sword handle in her hand, because there was an evil dragon connecting heaven and earth on the South China Sea, surrounded by strong winds and rainstorms, and covered with dark clouds, the blue dragon scales glowed with cold light. "Evil barrier!" The old man opened his mouth and let out a roar, which was echoed through the whole world. After hearing the words, the evil dragon, which was tumbling in the storm of the sea of clouds, reflected in an instant. The huge and ferocious dragon head peeped out from the dark cloud, and his cold and merciless blue eyes looked down, and his mouth gave out an earth shaking roar! The fierce rain came with the stench on his face, which made the delicate baby beside the old man step back subconsciously. Then he heard the voice of the old man's vicissitudes. "Yu'er, raise your sword in your hand and stab it to the front. You are the most respected emperor TAISUN in summer. You don't need to be afraid, and there is nothing qualified to make you afraid." "Good!" Xiaowa's face, which was carved with powder and jade, recovered smoothly. She spat out a word. Then she took a step forward, clenched the wooden sword in her hand and stabbed it straight forward. The next breath, nothing happened. The roaring dragon was still furious. Xiaowa frowned and thrust out the second sword again, but nothing happened. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" The old man in the Confucian shirt beside Xiaowa suddenly looked up at the sky and burst into laughter. The bold and unrestrained laughter directly suppressed the roar of the dragon in the sky. Then she took the wooden sword from Xiaowa's hand and gently threw it up with a finger on her right hand. This ordinary wooden sword, which is one size smaller than the ordinary sword, turns into a rainbow and flies into the sky. "This dragon has the air of Nanman, so it will come and go from where it comes from!" After saying that, Hongguang shot in from the heart of the evil dragon's eyebrows and from the back of his head. On the wooden sword, he was struggling to roar the blue dragon spirit, and went straight to the West! "Ao ~" the dragon in the sky let out a roar of pain, and then the huge body fell into the clouds and hit the sea, causing huge waves. The heavy rain covering the whole Fuzhou in March stopped in an instant! It is well known that the master cut the evil dragon with three swords on the coast of the South China Sea. In fact, the master only made one sword, and two swords were stabbed by Zhao Yu, the seven year old grandson of the emperor. Although it did not cause any harm, it made the master excited to scream. For the two swords! www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
