Suddenly hail fell from the sky, at first only the size of a quail egg, but soon it became the size of an egg or a goose egg, and the original sound between heaven and earth suddenly turned into a crackling sound.

The three of them were speeding down the streets, protecting their bodies so that the rain, snow and hail could not invade for half a minute, but many roofs of the houses on the left and right of the street were quickly smashed into holes, and from time to time someone let out exclamations.

The hail lasted for half a day, and suddenly there was a long "Om" sound between heaven and earth, and the three of them saw the yellow light flashing in the sky, and the rain, snow and hail suddenly disappeared.

The rustling and crackling voices were gone, and the voices of the people who had been masked before became louder, and the cries and angry complaints of the people continued.

Wang Mingyun's eyes are high, his ears are high, what he sees and hears is not "real", but the hearts of the people of the imperial capital, it is a mood of despair and stubbornness intertwined like a stream flowing out of the streets and alleys, and then gathering in the vast sky above the imperial capital.

The desperate people of the imperial capital are because they no longer have illusions, the arrival of extreme weather is not accidental, it seems that they will probably have to endure silently in the next few days; the stubbornness of the people of the imperial capital is the insistence of their hearts, and other cities may have been chaotic when they encounter such a great change in the world, but the exquisiteness, rules, and temperament of the people of the imperial capital make them different from others.

The yellow mangs protruded, covering the rain, snow and hail in the sky, and some ordinary people ran straight to their doors and knelt down and kowtowed in the direction of the imperial palace to thank the emperor.

Wang Ming's cloud eyes saw it more realistically, there was an invisible dome above the entire imperial capital, and those endless yellow rays rose from all directions such as the imperial palace and the human palace.

Has the battle between God and man begun?

It was past noon, and a fire began to appear in the sky, even hotter than yesterday, but it was blocked out by the dome.

As it was, the snow on the road began to melt.

During the day, it was extremely cold and then extremely hot, not to mention ordinary people, even Wang Ming felt uncomfortable.

There's no king's way.

Wang Ming wanted to point to the sky and scold, to know how much wind and how much rain to blow in a place, there is a fixed number, more than this chaos, it is like a place should not rain so much, resulting in a flood, this dragon king will go to the rooftop to behead.

Half an hour later, the three of them stood in front of a house with three courtyards.

"Boss, how did it become like this?" Song Que had a bitter face, how did the house he just bought become like this, he asked someone to clean it up again, it was like a bright and beautiful big rooster turned into a soup chicken: the walls of the new powder became mottled, not to mention, the roof was basically ruined.

Wang Ming smiled: "Hail doesn't have eyes. ”

Song Que saw the boss laugh and put his mind at ease.

"Fat Song, what are you nervous about? Natural disasters and man-made disasters can't be blamed on you. ”

Song Que smiled embarrassedly, in fact, he was not afraid of the boss, but he blamed himself, after doing things for a month, Song Que had developed a perfect temperament for everything, and the boss was not uncomfortable with himself.

"Fat Song, hurry up and ask someone to clean it up, repair it that should be repaired. ”

Wang Ming was halfway through speaking, and Song Que answered the call to find someone.

There is labor in the imperial capital West City, and there is no shortage of masons and carpenters, so Song Que thought about beating and repairing it overnight. There is a yellow mang, and even if it is still this ghost weather tomorrow, it is estimated that there will be no loss.

Wang Ming looked the gate up and down, the purple and black wooden door façade and the stone pillars next to it were carved with sea wave patterns; and then looked at the stone drum surface carved one after another gold ingots, Wang Ming could probably guess what the identity of the previous owner of the house was.

Zhang Xiaju opened his mouth and said: "It should be a merchant in Yuezhou, the imperial capital, in the West Market, it is the pattern of the former shop and the back house, and we are now the back street of the house." ”

Wang Ming nodded and said, "Fat Song is still very good at picking." ”

Zhang Xiaju nodded.

The two stepped into the house, and the door closed.

Wang Ming's steps were fast, and Zhang Xiaju followed him closely.

After turning around, Wang Ming asked, "How is it?"

"You can try that well in the backyard. ”

Wang Ming smiled and said, "That's right, it's the well." ”

There is a well in the backyard of the house, and it is probably facing the direction of Yuezhou.

"Do you want to start now?"

"Don't rush yet. There are also a few flies out there. As he spoke, Wang Ming jumped to the wall, beckoning and throwing a silver light far away.

"Ahh

There was a bang, and the sound of someone turning around and stepping on the broken tiles and quickly leaving.

Wang Ming waited for a while and said, "It's clean!"

Zhang Xiaju had long guessed that the martial soul of the senior brother had a distant peeping function, and he was amazed to see it with his own eyes.

"Let's try. ”

The two of them turned back to the well in the backyard, stood in separate places, and then performed the well technique at the same time.

After a short time, many water droplets came out of the wellhead and then suspended in the air.

After a cup of tea, Wang Ming and Zhang Xiaju collected their work at the same time, and there was a hint of joy on their faces.

It's difficult, but it's not impossible.

"Tonight the well will be dug in earnest. Wang Ming's face showed excitement.

Zhang Xiaju nodded.

Next, the three of them devoted themselves to the construction of the Imperial Capital Wulei Gate Courtyard with full enthusiasm.

Song Que directly found hundreds of craftsmen, and cleaned up the courtyard of the Wuleimen Imperial Capital in one hour.

Zhang Xiaju was busy arranging the formation, and it was still a spirit stone of five attributes, which were buried in the five corners of the house.

There is also a Yuezhou Courtyard, a relatively rudimentary mountain protection formation, but it is shrouded in Wang Ming's cloud array, and the power is doubled.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Xiaju disappeared for a while, and when he reappeared, Song Que was stunned when he saw not only Zhang Xiaju but also Gu Liya.

Song Que vaguely knew that Zhang Xiaju had the means to move the world, but it was one thing to know it, and it was another thing to see it with his own eyes.

As soon as the time came, the dome above the imperial capital began to snow again.

Song Que guarded on the side, Wang Ming, Zhang Xiaju and Gu Liya stood in a triangle at the mouth of the well, and sacrificed the Jingxiang technique together.

Song Que was very nervous, staring at the three of them, for fear of a little accident.

Half an hour, an hour passed, and Song Que saw faint sweat on the foreheads of the three of them, and he was even more worried.

Whether it is Wang Ming, Zhang Xiaju or Gu Liya, they all feel unprecedented pressure.

This pressure comes from the imperial capital.

It's hard to describe, and it can barely be said that they have received the suppression of the aura of the imperial capital.

Incomparably thick, incomparably deep, the three of them all feel that the entire imperial capital is one, and there is no "loophole" to drill.

Wang Ming was slightly depressed in his heart, it seemed that he was too optimistic, after all, digging a well in the imperial capital was different from other places, could it be a hundredfold and a thousandfold increase.

Unconsciously, half of the spirit qi of the three of them was consumed, and it would be a little unreliable if they continued, in case there was any big enemy at this time, something would go wrong.

At three o'clock, Wang Ming suddenly heard a very slight footstep in his ears, and someone sneaked over in the distance.

Wang Ming glanced at Song Que.

Song Que immediately turned around and jumped out of the house, and said loudly: "Haha, we have been waiting for a long time. ”

As soon as Song Fatzi's voice landed, Wang Ming heard those footsteps and paused.

What a fat man, he can actually sing empty city plans.

At this moment, Wang Ming's mind appeared in the geographical map of the mountains and rivers of Kyushu that he could see from a bird's-eye view in Xiaoshenzhou.

Folded World ...... Isn't it okay to fold up the geographical map of Kyushu?