The speed of the feathered eagle is even better than that of the flying eagle. Because of its small body and long endurance, it can fly for many days and nights.

Whoosh ~

Looking at the Lingying who broke through the air like an arrow, Yang Yu's mood flew away.

After being a human being for two lifetimes, his vigilance towards outsiders has penetrated into his bones. Therefore, for more than ten years, he has seen countless people, but only a few of them are friends.

The woman who was dressed in red clothes and red armor, who was good at using the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, was good at martial arts but had no scheming, was one of them.

"Brother Yang, who are you thinking about?"

The floating thoughts were interrupted, feeling Qin Si's bright eyes, Yang Yu's old face turned red and he coughed lightly to cover it up:

"How did your uncle in your family recently?"

Qin Si was very thoughtful, but she didn't say it out loud, but answered according to him, but she couldn't help but feel a little worried and worried:

"Uncle Master almost never leaves his home, and he seems to be in a dangerous breakthrough..."

Nearly thirty years ago, Daoren Lin was already a great master at that time who had approached the threshold of the Martial Saint. If he had not suffered the Dao injury, he might have become the Martial Saint earlier than Nie Longtian.

But there is no if in this world.

The Martial Saint's Gate, also known as the "Dragon Gate", wants to pass this gate, you must burn yourself to the extreme. The peak state is still not enough, and when you are seriously injured, it is almost impossible to cross it.

"Your uncle has a strong temperament and cannot be convinced."

Holding the beauty, Yang Yu's voice was gentle:

"Now, the people of Northwest Dao City have resigned. Perhaps it's time for you to complete the ceremony..."

The blue bird can only take off its fortune. Qin Si's ritual requires at least one state fortune, but the word "luck" is much more complicated than what you imagine.

The fortune of a man is not the one who can gather together and condense it by capturing the city, and the support of the human heart is the top priority.

Therefore, it took a long time to delay, but at this time, it seemed to be almost the same.

"No."

Qin Si shook her head slightly, gentle but firm:

"If a different surname cannot be a king, the king will die! This is Zhang Ming's bottom line. Once he breaks through, I am afraid that the King Zhao of the Western Palace will take action..."

She was worried.

Although the ceremony is important, she naturally knows which one is more important.

"Then..."

Just as Yang Yu was about to speak, his warm fingers were pressed on him, and Qin Si said softly:

"Northwest Road has not yet been settled. Nearby, two martial saints are entrenched. In the distance, Emperor Qianheng is personally in the army. How can I damage your fortune at this moment?"

She pressed against her thick chest and listened to the low and powerful heartbeat:

"I can wait!"

Hearing soft words can transform into a hundred and wise.

At this moment, Yang Yu felt soft in his heart. After thinking about it, he didn't say anything, but just hugged the beauty tightly.

"Listen to you."

...

...

In the following days, Yang Yu fell into a very busy state again.

Qin Lihu was disgusted with integrity and insisted on not being able to take the position of General, but after successfully opening the entrance hall and becoming a master after obtaining the pill, he still more or less participated in the reorganization of the new army.

Because the conscription threshold was quite high, Qin Lihu did not force anything else, but instead recruited a group of prisoners, not collecting food and wages, but participated in labor-for-relief.

Qi Wensheng's burden became lighter as people fled one after another, and he had even begun to send letters to various places to eliminate officials and rectify the city affairs of Yanzhou.

Yang Yu himself, except for reading the life and death books every day, strictly obeying the appointment and removal of officials, and screening out the fish-eye-mixed people, devoted all his energy to the refinement of the golden essence.

This was an extremely large project. For this reason, he mobilized half of the blacksmiths in the city and thousands of people were busy.

The fireworks that rise in the city every day almost melt the snow into water.

Of course, in addition to refining the fine gold in Zhang Xuanyi's secret treasury, he also went to the treasury to retrieve a batch of gold.

Qi Wensheng was in pain and bargained several times. In the end, he had to transfer half of it, but no more than one or two taels, he would never regress.

Disaster relief, city affairs, alchemy, military pay... all kinds of expenses suddenly became bigger, almost making his hair gray.

Although the wind and snow stopped, in such a fierce weather, there were almost no caravans to travel and eat the whole country, which was too painful for him.

Fortunately, Yang Yu did not ask for it again, but immersed himself in it, gathering sand into the scorching fireworks to form a tower of refining sand.

As time goes by, gradually, pure light appears in the essence of gold.

The first strand of golden essence was extracted by him.

...

...

Huh ~

The unmelting snow blows on the frozen Longyuan River, surging like waves.

The Longyuan River flows from west to east and flows through the six northern paths of the Ming Dynasty, nourishing fertile fields and nurturing endless people's livelihood. It is known as the four major rivers of the Ming Dynasty, along with the Wanlong River, Qingshui River and Nanwan River.

It is also one of the eight largest rivers in the world.

If you look at it from the extremely high place, you can see that it is these eight rivers that run through the mountains, rivers, plains, hills and flow into the world.

In historical books, the statements about the Eight Rivers and the Four Seas’ borders come from this.

"According to legend, before ancient times, there was a Dragon King living in the Longyuan River. When I was young, I took a small boat from east to west and wandered for more than ten years, just to pursue the legendary Dragon Palace of Longyuan River..."

The speaker is a very old Taoist. His figure is extremely tall, his gray hair is tied into a Taoist bun, and he is interspersed with a red and blood-like hairpin.

"Brother Yu Ji, have you found it?"

In front of the temple, the handsome monk with crystal skin color clasped his hands together and walked slowly forward, but it was "Zhang Lingying".

Here, ordinary people naturally cannot see Longyuan River, but they can see clearly.

"I found the ruins, not to mention the real dragon, there is no dragon. Perhaps, the legend of the Dragon King is just a legend..."

Yu Jizi looked at the monk:

"Why, Brother Zhang is also interested? If so, I can take you on my way..."

"There are Buddhas in the world, and there are also immortal gods and dragon kings. I believe in this, but, let's forget it."

Zhang Lingying shook her head slightly:

"The Buddhist scriptures record that when ancient catastrophes were destroyed, the spiritual qi dissipated, the Taoist fruit disappeared, the five declines of heaven and man, and the nine disasters in the world...

Under all kinds of disasters, even the gods of Daluo cannot escape. How can the Dragon King in Longyuan River withstand this?”

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Looking at the frozen river winding like a dragon, his eyes were bright.

Since childhood, he saw his second brother slaughtering the guards in the first hospital. He believed in the gods and Buddhas, and even became a monk, and had been a monk for many years.

"It's fun to talk about this. It is said that a few days ago, your niece insisted on going to the battlefield and was beaten back by the old princess. After that, somehow, she seemed to be concerned about the Dragon King of Longyuan River. It is said that she also repaired a Dragon King Temple?"

Yu Jizi mentioned this matter.

A shadow appeared in Zhang Lingying's eyes, and then disappeared, and he said lightly:

"The change of heaven is coming, and sooner or later the Dragon King will come out of this river. It is also a good idea to build a temple in advance and make friends with you..."

"The sky changes, the sky changes. If you don't talk about the tide theory of Sanxiaosan, the theory of heaven changes has been mentioned more than two thousand years ago.

Now, three thousand years have passed, and the snow has become heavier in just two years. What are the signs of changes in the sky?”

Yu Jizi sneered.

The change of heaven has been passed down for fifty years, and the theory of tide has been passed down for countless years. Some people believe it, but naturally some people don’t believe it. He is the latter.

Even though, he had seen the Lord of Magic with his own eyes.

"So, you are just a wild Taoist priest, you can't enter the hanging mountains and watch the clear water..."

Zhang Lingying skipped this topic and said:

"You came to find me because the Tianlang was in trouble?"

"good."

Yu Jizi shook his whisk and nodded:

"More than a month ago, there were abnormal movements outside the border. The tribes and tribes under the Black Mountain gathered and invaded the border under the leadership of the son of the Left Khan of the Golden Tent "Nayoudu"..."

"No need to say this information."

Zhang Lingying interrupted him:

"Let's just say it short. It's not a good enjoyment to stick in the wind..."
To be continued...