Four hundred years ago.

Heavy rain for more than half a month has caused a lot of water to accumulate in all parts of the capital, and the water in the deepest part of the street has even reached the legs of adult men.

The people were complaining.

The most terrible thing is not the direct disaster caused by the rain, but the various collateral reactions that follow.

The crops planted in the fields were all rotted by the big blisters, many of the chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep raised on the farms were washed away by the water, and the people lived on the few food stocks they had, suffering psychologically and physically.

The water washed away a lot of animal carcasses, as well as the garbage in the dark alleys on the side of the street that had been discarded for an unknown period of time and had long been moldy and rotten.

It was dark and damp, and many people were infected with infectious diseases, and a terrifying plague crept spread.

Such a catastrophe occurred at the feet of the Son of Heaven, and the people were panicked. Many people began to secretly speculate that this disaster happened entirely because the emperor of the current dynasty secretly assassinated his blood relatives and important ministers in order to consolidate his rule, regardless of the morality of siblings, and finally triggered the wrath of heaven.

This heavy rain, which has not been seen in decades, is God's punishment for him.

There is a river with a long history in the capital, called the Yong'an River. The river is the largest in the area, and the torrential rains have caused the water level of the river to rise sharply, and the surrounding villages have been eroded by the floods.

When the Son of Heaven held a number of activities to worship the heavens and the god of water, he invited countless wizards, priests, and monks. A holy decree was issued, saying that whoever in the world can cure this flood will receive 50,000 taels of silver, 100 horses of silk, 15 boxes of gold, silver and jade, and many other rewards, and the descendants of this person will always be the benefactors of the royal family, and can enjoy the highest treatment in the capital.

This reward is undoubtedly enormous, and people from all over the world come to visit it, but they are all defeated by this merciless nature.

The enraged emperor slaughtered batches of people, but countless others still came one after another.

Until one day, a young man wearing a white robe, his hair, eyes, and even his eyebrows and eyelashes were silver-white was led into the main hall by the palace people.

"I can make the waters go away, and the rain will clear the sky."

The appearance of the young man is different from ordinary people, and the words he says are also extraordinarily confident.

At that time, the torrential rain had lasted for almost a month, and the officials who were physically and mentally exhausted no longer believed the words of these Jianghu people, and looked at the stagnant water outside the main hall, they all looked indifferent.

The emperor didn't have much hope for this person, and just waved his hand casually to show that he knew.

The young man didn't say anything, he just smiled casually, then raised his arm and sleeve with a wave.

In the shocked and frightened eyes of everyone in the main hall, the young man directly turned into a white light and flew outward, disappearing into the sky.

But in two hours, the pouring rain suddenly stopped as if it had been cut off! The stagnant water everywhere has receded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the water level of the turbulent Yong'an River has also dropped in just one pillar of incense, returning to its usual calmness.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed on both sides, and when the first rays of the moon shone down, many people rushed out of the house, kneeling on the ground with tears in their eyes, thanking God for forgiveness.

It wasn't until this time that those civil and military officials realized that what the innocent young man said before was true.

He did what no one else could do!

It's just that this person never appeared again after that, and the emperor ordered to look for traces of this person, and for a time there were portraits of this person circulating all over the capital.

He disappeared into the world as if he had evaporated from the world.

Of course, no one came to claim this huge reward.

Half a year later, a young woman threw herself into the Yong'an River in search of death, and opened her eyes when she was dying. She saw a pure white dragon in the water, which turned into a young man with white hair and white eyes, and then lost consciousness.

When she opened her eyes again, she was lying on the meadow on the bank of the river, her clothes neat and dry, as if she had not jumped over the river at all.

Only then did everyone know that there was a dragon living in the Yong'an River, and it was it who couldn't bear people's suffering and turned into a human form to come to the rescue.

In order to thank and commemorate the merits of this dragon, people spontaneously built a dragon temple along the Yong'an River to thank and commemorate this dragon.

"This story is good, could it be that you were the original official?" Arthur asked quietly as he listened to Xiu's story and smiled.

Xiu, who was dry-mouthed, poured another cup of tea and said, "Of course not!" ”

"The father of that young woman?"

"Neither!"

Ji Yue listened quietly to Xiu's narration from beginning to end. She raised her head and glanced at Feng Jize, and then fixed her gaze on Xiu's face.

"And then?" She asked.

Ji Yue's words made Xiu raise his eyebrows in some surprise, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Miss Feng is really wise, she can even think of the afterword."

He raised his hand and grabbed a handful of hair, and a bright red mark behind his ear that was covered by hair made Ji Yue take a closer look.

Xiu continued: "Although that white Jiao is known as the 'Dragon King', in fact, it has not succeeded in transforming into a dragon. Qianjiao has practiced for thousands of years and turned into a dragon who walks into the sea and transforms into a dragon, and at that time, Bai Jiao has been practicing for 999 years, and he will soon attain the Tao. ”

"Meow~" definitely didn't work.

Xiao Hei meowed, flicked his tail, and found a comfortable position on Ji Yue's lap to lie down again.

Ji Yue touched its fluffy head.

"This Jiao has been stationed in the Yong'an River for a long time, and the people by the river and even the people of the entire capital have been protected by it, so they are naturally mixed with joy and sorrow about its transformation into a dragon and leaving."

"What do you suppose these people have done?" Repair sold a pass.

The brothers and sisters of the Feng family all stared at Xiu expressionlessly, and even Arthur didn't say anything.

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, Xiu didn't care much and smiled.

"Those people set up a hanging bridge over the Yong'an River and carved a dragon lock pattern on the piers, just to prevent this dragon from entering the sea, so that they could live in this river forever and shelter them."

"Humanity is a selfish and ignorant race."

When Xiu said this, he suddenly laughed and looked at the Feng family brothers and sisters, and said, "Don't care, you two, I definitely don't mean to be sarcastic, just tell the truth." ”

"You're right." Ji Yue suddenly spoke, "Then Mr. Xiu, what role did you play in this matter?" ”

"I," Xiu smiled, "I'm just an ordinary woodcutter who lives by the Yong'an River, and I once received the favor of Bai Jiao. The things that prevented it from entering the sea were all laid down by one of the highest mages in the capital, and the dragon had no way to destroy them, but it told me how to do it. ”

"So you saved it?" Feng Jize glanced at him.