The charge begins.

The river was full of water vapor, and the calm river just now boiled in an instant, setting off countless small rushing waves, which gradually condensed together.

The Iron Bull's Soul stomped on the ground with its hooves and let out a high-pitched roar.

Moo......

Then it turned into a cyan light and began to sprint.

Lu Zheng held the halberd in both hands, and the swirling whirlpool swayed wave after wave of swirling waves.

From the surface of the water, a sharp arrow, dragging the trail, shot out like a sharp sword.

The shrimp soldiers on both sides guarded the left and right, and chased after them, and in the rear of the entire team, a huge wave more than seven meters high swept up, like a big hand, tumbling and roaring.

The wind howled like a trumpet.

The clouds surged, like flags.

The rushing torrents, the tumbling waves, overlapping and overlapping, row after row, row after row, row after row, row thicker than row after row, overflowing with dusk, connected to the sky, all one.

The waves are rolling and thundering, Bai Lian is flying, rushing and twisting, and the momentum is like the sound of the mountains, which makes people unconsciously feel awe.

The people who stood in the distance and witnessed this scene were all swaying in their hearts and were so excited that they could not help themselves.

Quiet clenched his fists, bit his lip, stared at the advancing waves without blinking, and couldn't help shouting: "Come on, come on, come on!"

The river was more than a mile long, and it took almost only a few seconds for the sword whirlpool to hit the cliff hard.

Then there was a loud bang.

It is obvious that the ridges on both sides are shaking twice. Rubble poured down.

The first blow, the power of the halberd.

Bang.

There was another muffled sound.

A wave rose high and crossed the entire ridge. Splash up the sky.

The ridge shook twice more, and the fissure began to crumble, and the rock crumbled like bursting fireworks.

The second blow, the power of the Iron Bull.

Hula.

Huge waves crash.

Boom, boom, a series of boulder cracking sounds sounded one after another. The surging waves swept over the cliffs and crumbled with them. Punch out a wide exit.

The third blow, the power of the surge.

The two shrimp soldiers rushed left and right in the river that had just rushed out, rolling down the boulders one by one. Rushing into the canyon ahead.

All the obstacles disappeared, and the rushing peaks poured madly into the canyon, and in the blink of an eye, a new river was born.

The way to control the water is to break it smoothly!

Bursts of cheers came from the mountains, and those people jumped unwillingly. High-fived Xiangqing, completely forgetting the power in front of him, is not imaginable in reality at all.

They don't want to ask about the cause of anything at this moment. Just cheering for this incredible miracle and being proud to be able to witness this shocking scene with my own eyes.

The whole body was quiet, his hands covered his mouth, and his eyes flashed with indescribable excitement.

No matter how highly educated she was, now that the facts were alive in front of her, she believed in her heart. There are beings in this world who wield unparalleled power.

The python's eyes are vivid.

Quiet understands. She will never forget those eyes, those eyes full of emotion and charm, which are destined to haunt her soul.

Duan Shoujiang's face was also uncontrollable with excitement, but there were more incomprehensions and doubts, what kind of power was directing all this.

The surging river rushed into the distance, and there was no more wonder on the river.

What exactly?

Could it really be the legendary river god?

Duan Shoujiang subconsciously looked at the Dragon King Temple on the top of the mountain in the distance, the origin of this Dragon King Temple is rumored in the major villages, and many old people have said it well, claiming that their ancestors had ploughed the fields and worked with the Dragon King.

It is possible for one person to lie and fabricate, but what about one thousand and one hundred people?

The octagonal glazed well of Fengquan Distillery has been flowing for hundreds of years, and no reasonable reason has been found so far.

In any case, what is happening today will inevitably attract the attention of all sectors of society, but no matter how advanced science is now, there is no power to resist such a mysterious and huge force.

China is full of water, extending in all directions, if it is really the legendary river god, who in the world can help it?

Even if they really can, the people who have been blessed by it for a hundred miles will definitely not agree.

The devastating flood, resolved in such an incredible way, is a mystery to scholars, but a miracle to the people. A legend will be recited by tens of millions of people, just like the legends about dragons all over the country.

In any case, Duan Shoujiang breathed a sigh of relief, his duty was to protect the people, as for the legend of the dragon, leave it to those who play with the pen and engage in research.

And he could predict that in the end, nothing would be found.

Everyone stared at the hole in the river as if they had experienced a thrilling dream, and they couldn't wake up for a long time.

Lu Zheng did leave, and rushed down the surging river to the depths of the mountains.

His duty has been fulfilled, casualties and losses are inevitable, and he can continue to save others, even property.

However, this does not mean anything positive.

Sometimes, lessons and costs are necessary, and only after experiencing painful lessons and bloody facts can some people's consciences be awakened.

Self-help is far more important than asking for help.

After three days of torrential rain and flooding, the sun finally rose.

This sudden flood crisis caused three counties and cities to be affected, more than 1 million acres of farmland were destroyed, of which 1.37 million people were affected, more than 3,000 people died or went missing, 260,000 houses collapsed, more than 30,000 farm animals and 80,000 pigs were washed away, 80 kilometers along the Qingjiang River, traffic was interrupted for 28 days, transportation was affected for 56 days, and direct economic losses of nearly 3 billion yuan.

In this flood, the miracle of the river god Dragon King hitting the mountain and opening the river spread, and the women and children knew it, and the words were conclusive.

The river that was carved out, named the Golden Dragon River, was cheesy, but it was very close, because the rescued residents of Shuangqiao Town all witnessed the appearance of the Golden Dragon.

Half a year later, the river was incorporated into the Huaxia Water System Map and became an official river. The towns along the river, have been repaired, rebuilt, and built dozens of dragon temples to worship the dragon king, and every year on the second day of February and the fifth birthday of the dragon in July, these people began to hold a ceremony to worship the dragon god.

People burn incense and candles, gold and silver treasures, monks and Taoist priests chant scriptures, pray for the new year to drive away evil, early nectar, wind and rain, people and animals are safe, the five grains are abundant, the country and the people are safe, and it has become a grand event of national civilization.

There is an inscription standing in front of each dragon king temple, recording the feat of the dragon king hitting the mountain and opening the river, and this dragon king is called by them - Qingjiang Dragon God.

Shuangqiao Town, where the golden dragon is present, almost every household in the town has a shrine to worship the dragon king, and every year and festival, they will offer melon and fruit sacrifices to the dragon king, worship sincerely, and thank you for the grace of rescue.

Then, Shuangqiao Town officially proposed to the government to change its name to see (xian, pronounced the same as present) Dragon Town.

Quiet is also a devout believer of the Qingjiang Dragon God, no matter how important and urgent she is, she will take time out of this Dragon King Festival to personally climb the Dragon King Temple and give him respectful incense offerings.

Of course, that's all for later.

Lu Zheng's story has just begun.

The legend has only just begun. (To be continued)

ps: ps: The flood is over for the time being. Of course, it's only temporary, in fact, in the outline, this plot is not the most ** of water control, and there are more spectacular and intense bridges. Let me sort out my thoughts and clues carefully, and the plot will calm down for a while, and then continue to pave and brew for the final battle against the flood.

Let's wait and see!