Hearing this, Hu Xianxian already understood what Leng Qiulang was worried about. In the past, just diverting the river caused many unexpected changes, but now it is difficult to predict what will happen if it is changed back to the river and the flood water will be diverted to flood the city of sand and sand stalks.

"It's better like this, after widening the Qinghe River and the Jinhe River, you go to Lingshan to open a ditch, and I will guard it in the city of Shaxue."

Hu Xianxian said this after careful consideration, her body has not fully recovered, and her mana is not high, so she can't help Leng Qiulang much, so it is better to go and watch to see what will happen.

has arrived at the Qinghe River outside Dezhaosu Town, and Leng Qiulang landed. Hearing her say this, a big pimple wrinkled in her eyebrows: "You can't go!" You're going to have to fall into the hands of my cheap big brother again, so let's get the current things done first. ”

Hu Xianxian no longer argued, and listened to Leng Qiulang's arrangement to assist him in widening the Qinghe River first.

The rain was a little lighter, but the clouds were thicker and darker, and a bigger storm was brewing.

Leng Qiulang and Hu Xianxian both stood in the muddy water that was not past their calves, looking around at the surrounding mountains and water potential.

Soon after, Leng Qiulang said to Hu Xianxian: "I will widen the river in front, and you will clean up the rocks and mud in the back." ”

Leng Qiulang said, Hu Xianxian saw the blue light dazzling, and a green dragon flew sideways. Leng Qiulang's body was not large, he circled and flew into the air, circling through the dark clouds.

In the dark clouds, I saw a blue-blue light flickering endlessly, and suddenly, a pale golden light flashed in the clouds.

Jinhua scattered, and the body of the green dragon gradually grew and became larger. A clear dragon roar resounded through the heavy rain curtain, and the green dragon swooped down.

Leng Qiulang's body became more than ten zhang long, more than one zhang thick, and his whole body was prostrate on the Qinghe, with his front paws digging the mountains and rocks on the riverbank, and his hind paws pushing the mountains and rocks away from the river.

The pale cyan dragon scales on the blue dragon body flashed, and the color of the dragon scales was light and almost silver, which was really majestic and handsome.

It's just that at this moment, the rocks kept rolling down, and the dragon scales were not only stained with mud, but also smashed out a lot of small wounds.

Shenwu Qinglong has become an earthworm drilling into the mud, which does not make people feel embarrassed, but only admirable.

Hu Xianxian flew behind him, using his spiritual power to collect the scattered earth and rocks, and then clean them up and push them to both sides to keep the river unblocked.

The feathers of the magpie are all wet, and the mythical birds have become soup chickens. It didn't fly high at this time, but it didn't go to hide from the rain, so it was next to Hu Xianxian, grabbing drifting debris in the water from time to time and throwing it on the riverbank.

"Woo ......"

A suppressed cry of pain came, and Hu Xianxian looked forward, and it was two very hard rocks that hurt Leng Qiulang's head.

He kept arching along the river, not noticing the sloping cliffs at the bend.

"You stop, bandage the wound and rest for a while." Hu Xianxian flew to his side and shouted.

"No...... It takes a lot of spiritual power for me to transform into this form after I become a human being......" Leng Qiulang's voice as if it came from the abdominal cavity, with a humming and trembling sound.

Hu Xianxian pursed his lips and asked secretly, why are cultivators so miserable? It's a good thing that Manatha didn't see him like this, otherwise she would have died of distress.

Thinking about it, she looked down at herself who was wet and dirty, would she feel distressed?

She shook her head, rushed to the distractions in her mind, and pulled out a small porcelain bottle.

"The bone-setting medicine I brought with me has a very average effect, so I can barely apply it, and stop the bleeding first."

Leng Qiulang snorted twice to agree with her proposal, and she flew to the side of his dragon head and poured medicine on the wound.

The wound was more than a foot long, and the minced flesh was soaked in blood and rainwater. Hu Xianxian tore off the placket of his clothes and squinted his eyes to wipe the blood. She didn't dare to look closely at the wounds, she had always been bold, but she felt more painful when she looked at other people's wounds than her own.

The rain doesn't stop, the blood doesn't stop, so I can only wipe it off. She tried her best to be gentle, and after spilling two bottles of powder, she saw that the blood was oozing less.

Leng Qiulang closed his eyes and eased his breath, and after a while, the two dragon claws in front of him supported their bodies and continued to widen the river.

After the Qinghe River flowed more than 100 miles from Zhaosu Town, the river was already wide and gentle, and they did not continue to widen.

Leng Qiulang turned back into human form and staggered ashore. Hu Xianxian cast a foggy net and set up a small tent for him to rest.

Leng Qiulang turned back into a human form, and the wound was still there, but it was no longer more than a foot long. The wound was about two inches long on the top of the head, and was bloody enough to stick to the hair.

Although the wound is long when it is in the form of a dragon, the dragon's body is also long, and it is not so obvious. This injury was a little shocking when it appeared on people's heads, Hu Xianxian looked at the wound in a daze, his eyes were full of guilt.

Leng Qiulang slowly squatted down and sat down, and said weakly: "Are you thinking about whether you should tell me that there will be a flood?" Think you're bothering your friends? ”

Hu Xianxian silently took out scissors, needles and threads and other tools needed to heal injuries from her sleeves, he was right, she was really guilty. She conjured up the healing instruments to heal him, and only by trying her best to heal his wounds as soon as possible could she feel a little less guilty.

Hu Xianxian was engrossed in cleaning his wounds, cutting off his sticky hair before applying medicine, and finally carefully stitching it up. She is not skilled in her movements, and she can't tell the difference between the important and the heavy, so she can only try her best to be careful and sharp.

Finally taking care of the wound, she sighed and asked confusedly, "Am I too nosy?" ”

"Just do what you want to do. I have lived thousands of years longer than you, and the wisdom of the Heavenly Enlightenment may not be as good as you, but I can still see through some things. Leng Qiulang took out the Merry Jin Bojian with his left hand and reasoned with Hu Xianxian.

"According to a certain number, this Merry Jin Bo Jian will eventually belong to you, but I can't just give it to you. If I have an understanding, you will also have an understanding, so that it can be handed over to you naturally. ”

"Got it? What you think in your heart is where Heaven returns, and there is no need to dwell on it. Remember, you are a cultivator, and firmly pursuing the path is the most correct direction. ”

Hu Xianxian's heart seemed to be in chaos, but he couldn't tell what he realized in his heart for a while. She bowed respectfully to Leng Qiulang: "Thank you Uncle Leng for your teachings." ”

She really thanked Leng Qiulang for his guidance, and only got along with him on weekdays as a friend who could joke and play, and sincerely respected him as "uncle" at this time.

Leng Qiulang accepted it safely and did not refuse to give in. At this moment, he had a hunch that there would be a greater crisis coming, and he had to act like an elder to stabilize her mind.

He closed his eyes for a while, and when his body was a little recuperated, he used his aura to heal his wounds, and after a while, the wounds clotted and scabbed.

Leng Qiulang stood up and motioned to Hu Xianxian to collect the fog and gapless net, "Let's hurry to Jinhe." ”

After Hu Xianxian did so, his feet that were about to fly up suddenly paused, and he asked hesitantly, "If something happens to me, what should you tell Nasha?" ”