Conferred God: Lord Dongyue, I prove the Tao through mountains and rivers!

Black clouds gust mountain wind and cold, rain falls on the world into torrents.

Climb high and look far away, be on the top of Mount Tai, and the green mountains will take in everything under the mountain.

The human race has gone through the great prosperity of the three emperors, and there have been several human emperors ruling the world, although it has become the first race in the flood famine.

But ordinary human beings, in the face of such natural and man-made disasters, still have no power to resist.

"Although the poor Dao is not a human race in this life, it is all because of the remnants of the merits of the Three Emperors' enlightenment, and in the previous life, he was even more of a Jianghuai child, so this matter cannot be ignored!"

"Not only to repay the cause and effect, but also to cut off the last trace of red and earthly fate!".

"Besides, the poor road has now set up a mountain gate in Mount Tai, and the surrounding creatures, the poor road also takes refuge!"

Qingshan's eyes were firm, and he looked down the mountain from afar.

At the same time, Ryoma, who heard the call of the Aoyama Divine Mind, also rushed over.

"Master, what's wrong?" asked Ryoma, puzzled.

"Down the mountain!".

Although Aoyama's voice was not loud and calm, Ryoma could hear an incomparable determination in it.

Therefore, although he was very puzzled why Qingshan wanted to go down the mountain at this time, he didn't ask anything more.

Moreover, he squatted down slightly and motioned for Qingshan to ride up.

Seeing this, Qingshan couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"What are you doing in a daze?".

"Why don't you come up soon?".

Seeing that Aoyama hadn't made a move for a long time, Ryoma couldn't help but speak directly and urged.

Then, perhaps thinking that this was too embarrassing, he explained:

"You are now the master of Shanshuimen, and you are going down the mountain in front of outsiders, so you can't give us Shanshuimen more face?"

"Originally, the cultivation was not high, if Ben Longma didn't care about you anymore, wouldn't it make outsiders look down on our Shanshui Gate?"

"You don't have a face, Ben Ryoma still wants it!".

Although he was counted, Qingshan was not unhappy in the slightest.

Ryoma can be so heart-oriented towards the mountain and water gate, he is very relieved.

Jumped up and sat on Ryoma's back.

I saw the dragon horse swaying on the hooves, rising from the clouds, and going to the bottom of Mount Tai with the green mountains.

In the blink of an eye, even came to the village at the foot of Mount Tai.

It's just that today's small village has long been turned into a country in the water.

The flood is relentless, and the waves are monstrous.

What was once a home for the villagers has now become an ocean.

As far as the eye can see, almost all of them are hidden by the current, except for the relatively high hills and giant trees.

Fortunately, in the midst of the current, Qingshan did not find the villagers for the time being.

There was also no one around.

It seems that most of the villagers have already been evacuated.

Seeing this, Qingshan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, what are we going to do down the mountain?"

"This old dragon of the Jade Fu River doesn't know what is crazy, it has rained for three months in a row, and the surroundings are flooded, and I don't know what happened to Taishan City in front!".

Ryoma, who is Aoyama's mount, couldn't help but complain slightly.

"Tarzan City?".

"Horse, I didn't expect you to go down the mountain so often!".

Since he didn't see any casualties among the villagers, Qingshan's heart was also settled, and he joked with a smile.

However, Ryoma did not hear the meaning of Aoyama.

On the contrary, he said very proudly: "No, Ben Ryoma is not like those guys, who stay on the mountain all day and don't come down!".

"Don't say anything else, there are famous and face-faced characters around Mount Tai, which one of them doesn't know Ben Ryoma?"

Now, it was Qingshan's turn to be surprised.

Unexpectedly, this Ryoma turned out to be a social horse!

"In that case, then you will lead the way!"

"Go to Tarzan City!".

Although this small village at the foot of Mount Tai seems to have no casualties.

But Qingshan still wanted to see the exact situation of the surrounding human race with his own eyes.

"Gotcha!".

Ryoma responded, and then continued to fly forward with Aoyama.

Although the rain does not stop in the air, the rain is automatically avoided in the green mountains.

On the way to Taishan City, Aoyama specially instructed Ryoma to fly slowly.

And Qingshan's divine thoughts are constantly sweeping all the way around, for fear that someone will be trapped in the water.

After all, this kind of thing Aoyama had personally experienced in his previous life.

The kind of flood that can only endure hunger and cold, silently waiting for death.

This kind of despair is incomprehensible if you have not experienced it.

Fortunately, although the flood I saw along the way was still terrifying, it did not encounter such an incident.

However, the losses and harm caused by this flood are still extremely large.

Aoyama, who has experienced it firsthand, knows that compared to the time of the flood.

After the floods, it is the most difficult time for people.

After the water receded, how many people's homes that had been cultivated for generations were destroyed, how many people were starved and cold, and how many families were separated from their wives and .....

This level of flooding, let alone the current human race, even in the era before the green mountains were crossed, was a devastating catastrophe .......

Just when Qingshan sighed silently in his heart, he suddenly heard Ryoma suddenly exclaimed

"Look, sir!".

Hearing this, Qingshan immediately woke up and looked forward.

Under the storm, in the middle of the torrent, there was a boy about fourteen or fifteen years old, holding a steel fork, standing on the top of a mountain that was almost submerged by the torrent, fighting with a white dragon in the torrent.

The white dragon roared, and then the flood surged, raising thousands of kilometers of huge waves, as if the boy could be completely annihilated with a single hand.

However, the white dragon did not do that, as if he was playing a young man.

Deliberately raised a heavy wave, and then photographed it at random.

Perhaps, in the eyes of this white dragon, it may be more comfortable to quietly watch the young man being swallowed by the flood.

However, even though there was such a line of life and death, the young man's gaze was still firm, without a trace of fear.

Because, behind him.

But there are still dozens of old, weak, sick and disabled, and he must hold on until his father comes back!

The young man clenched the steel fork in his hand and stabbed forward suddenly, shouting

loudly

"Dragon, look at the fork!".

The boy is fearless and dares to fight the dragon!

The young man's name is Wenhua, Xiahou's.

In later generations, it had a more widely spread name -

Dayu!