The surging Minjiang River, roaring and rolling, thousands of floods, thousands of turbid waves

The water of the Minjiang River comes up from the sky, the flying stream goes straight down out of the Minshan Mountain, leaps a hundred zhang, pours thousands of miles, surging, mighty, the overwhelming flood that engulfs the mountains and seas, sweeping the earth, engulfing everything: seeing the road destroying the road, meeting the bridge and demolishing the bridge, there are trees pulling out trees, there are houses falling down, and the fertile land becomes the ocean.

On the field on the right bank of the Minjiang River, the fields are vertical and horizontal, the rice is in the bush, and a bumper harvest is in sight.

The chief of the Minjiang Pavilion and the villagers were pointing out the rice that was about to arrive, talking and laughing, full of joy.

The pavilion chief said, "It's rare that this autumn is a good year." ”

The village elder said: "It all depends on God's blessing." ”

The thin village boy standing next to him said differently from his father-in-law, he said: "Grandpa, it's not God who blesses us, it's the Dragon King who blesses us." ”

The village elder deliberately asked, "Why is the Dragon Lord bless us?"

The thin village boy then sang: "Lord Dragon, it doesn't rain, bless the doll to eat white rice." ”

The pavilion chief asked, "Guisheng, why doesn't it rain so that we have white rice to eat?" Oh, I don't understand such a simple truth, or is it the pavilion chief's grandfather?" It's not like it, it's not like words. The village elder stroked the child's head and said.

The pavilion chief doesn't matter: "Children, children's words are unscrupulous." Guisheng, the pavilion chief's grandfather just doesn't understand, I want to ask you, this little gentleman, why the dragon prince doesn't rain, we have white rice to eat. ”

Guisheng was happy to hear the pavilion chief's grandfather call himself a little gentleman. He said, "Our grain is already yellow, and we are about to harvest, and if it rains heavily, we will turn away." It's all soaked in water, why do you say it's all wow?" What does this have to do with the Dragon Lord?" Pavilion chief examination for noble students. "You don't understand this again?" Guisheng asked.

Grandpa Guisheng stroked Guisheng's head and reproached: "You are here again, no big or small." He verbally reprimanded, but in fact, his heart was full of joy, how smart Sun Wazi was.

The pavilion chief approvingly: "Grandpa Guisheng, this child is very smart, wait for him to say." ”

Guisheng listened to the pavilion chief's grandfather praising himself again. His face was full of joy: "Pavilion Chief Grandpa, you haven't heard my grandmother say that Lord Long is in charge of wind and rain." It's amazing!"

Grandpa the Pavilion Chief said, "Grandpa the Pavilion Chief hasn't heard your grandmother talk about it. "So you don't understand. Guisheng looked like a little adult: "Only the dragon king can control the fact that it is not allowed to rain now, so that we can have a good harvest and food." Do you want the Dragon Lord to bless you?" Where did you learn that?" Grandpa asked, and the praise was beyond words. "Grandpa, as I just said, when I was young, my grandmother taught me to sing. ”

The pavilion chief smiled and asked, "Guisheng, are you very old now, how old are you now?"

Gui Sheng thought for a while, then raised his fingers and counted: "I am six years and eleven months old. “

The pavilion chief said, "Hey, that's good. I can also do arithmetic. ”

Grandpa Guisheng felt that Sun Wazi gave him a long face: "I can count to five hundred." "Who taught you?" The pavilion chief asked.

Guisheng said proudly, "My grandmother taught me." ”

Speaking of his grandmother, his grandfather was very sad: "There was a flood that year. His grandmother was swept away by the flood in order to save her little grandson. Tears rolled in the old man's eyes.

The pavilion chief knew that it was very painful to talk about this sad past, so he hurriedly persuaded your grandfather: "Old man, I want to open up, it's been so long, let's talk about something else." ”

"It's difficult, I'm so impressed by this matter. That year, Guisheng was picking stones by the river to play, suddenly the rainstorm poured, the flood surged, his grandmother quickly picked up Guisheng and ran to a high place, unfortunately fell down, Guisheng escaped and his grandmother was swept away by the flood. Although three years have passed, the tragic scene still lingers today. "Your grandfather remembers the years bitterly.

The pavilion chief's grandfather asked, "Guisheng, do you know why you are called Guisheng?"

Gui Sheng shook his head: "Grandpa, you didn't tell me. ”

The pavilion chief's grandfather said: "Your grandfather didn't tell you, I'm afraid that the old things will be brought up again and I will be sad and sad." Since I'm talking about this today, I'll tell you, okay?"

Guisheng is very sensible: "Thank you, Pavilion Chief, Grandpa." ”

The pavilion chief told Guisheng earnestly: "Your grandmother saved your life with her precious life, so you changed your name to Guisheng to commemorate your grandmother." "And what was my name before?" Guisheng asked his grandfather.

Grandpa said, "That doesn't matter anymore. ”

The little grandson is very sensible: "Grandpa, I shouldn't mention grandma." ”

Grandpa said: "Good grandson, you still remember grandma, grandma didn't hurt you in vain." "My grandmother loved me very much. "Son, I'm proud of my grandmother's love

In order to break the sad atmosphere, the pavilion chief said, "Let's go over there and take a look." "Pavilion chief, please. Guisheng's grandfather took Guisheng's hand and said.

Here, there is a teenage boy and a teenage girl, standing on a ridge, clapping their hands and singing: "Lord Dragon, it doesn't rain, bless the doll to eat white rice." Lord Long, if it doesn't rain, bless the doll to eat white rice. Their parents watched and laughed happily.

"Grandpa, they sing exactly the same as me, do you say that the Dragon King blesses you?"

"Okay, the Dragon Lord blesses the Dragon King, and kowtow to the Dragon King! Grandpa looked at the river temple on the other side of the Minjiang River and said.

After listening to the words of your grandfather, the three children really knelt down in unison, bowed to the Najiang Temple, and read in their mouths: "Lord Long, Lord Dragon." ”

Ironically, suddenly dark clouds gathered, strong winds blew up, trees were broken, huts were overturned, sand flew stones, huge waves were monstrous, roaring like thunder, eerie and terrifying, and scared people to death!

Gui Sheng pulled his grandfather in horror and shouted, "Grandpa, run, it's going to rain heavily!"

The pavilion chief and the villagers hurried in horror towards the cave and the thatched hut.

The sky was dark and dark. Lightning followed one after another, thunder thundered one after another, and then torrential rain followed. It was like a flash flood.

The torrential rain carried the wind raging, the raging wind blew the grass to the ground, the wind uprooted the trees, and the wind blew the wolfdogs, tigers and leopards to stand unsteadily, and even rolled and climbed, and rushed to flee for their lives.

At this time, the water of the Minjiang River was constantly rising! Rising! Rising! The water was surging rapidly. Thousands of feet of waves.

An evil dragon suddenly burst out of the water, and it turned out that it was Ao Wei rolling wildly in the river, making monsters. It goes crazy every time. The river swelled up with turbid waves. I saw the river wash away the embankments, flood the rice paddies, sweep away the houses, and rush to the trees.

A few villagers are desperately trying to climb the big tree. Climb. The water was chasing after them, and it was rising, surging, surging, surging, rising!

On a large tree, a frightened villager stood guarded the two children, who were too frightened to move, the boy shivered with fear, and the girl was so frightened that she covered her eyes with her hands to look at the sudden and terrifying sight before her.

On a tree, there was the skinny noble student, and he cried, "Grandpa. Grandpa, where are you?"

His grandfather was holding a piece of wood in the midst of a raging flood. Desperately struggling, struggling, and finally being swallowed up by the flood......

The flood flooded the feet of the thin Guisheng hiding in the tree, and he desperately climbed up, and the flood chased him up and down his waist, and he desperately climbed up again, and the flood chased him up again, and drowned his head, and finally saw his two thin little hands, scratching, picking, scratching, and struggling a few times and finally sinking......

There was nothing to see but an ocean, and the flood reached the horizon.

The Minjiang River is flooding, Qianmo has become a country, where are there still fishing boats?

The reverse dragon rolled wildly in the Minjiang River, enjoying the pleasure and satisfaction brought by freedom to let him vent wantonly, freedom allowed him to do unrestrained nonsense, unscrupulous evil, he mutilated living beings, poisoned the common people, he despised everything, and even ignored the rules and regulations of heaven. He is a tyrant from above, and he is the true king of Minjiang. As everyone knows, Ao Rebellion is rampant, and suddenly out of nowhere came an irresistible Haoran positive energy, which has the power to reduce disasters, resisting the evil energy of Ao Rebellion, and the momentum of the black wind, black clouds and black waves stirred by Ao Rebellion gradually weakened, weakened and weakened. When Ao Shunzheng wondered what kind of way the great god dared to oppose him Ao Shun, out of the turbulent waves, came the awe-inspiring and righteous Princess Ao Yue. This made Ao Yi first surprised, then embarrassed, embarrassed, and finally angry.

But before Ao Yi Longyan was angry, Princess Ao Yue gave her father a salute first: "Father is angry, and the daughter has asked her father to say goodbye." "What is the matter?" This is probably the first time in Ao Rei's life that he doesn't call my daughter and splits it directly called "Er", which is completely the cold tone of the Dragon King's speech to his subordinates or strangers, which shows that Ao Reyi is really angry with Ao Yue this time. She fully understands her father's indifferent title to Ao Yue, because when her father is rushing to refuel, she comes to water and turn off the fire and step on the brakes, and everyone will be angry. When she was very able to judge the situation, she hurriedly replied softly: "Father, my daughter has brought you a stomach ache spirit, and when she saw the iron chain fall to the ground, and heard her father's roar, she ran to see what happened to her father? Who dares to bully her father, and her daughter is not finished with him!"

"If you don't come to this set, you just want to make a hindrance and ruin my big thing!" Ao Wei pinched the dragon fist and wanted to beat Ao Yue.

Ao Yue didn't dodge either, and said: "Father, beat it, if you beat your daughter, you will be angry, and your heart will be more relaxed." ”

But the fist raised by Ao Yue finally failed to hit Ao Yue.

Ao Yue said again: "Father, your imperial doctor often reminds you to pay attention to your diet when you have stomach problems, and you must also pay attention not to be too excited, too excited, that is an extremely stomach-hurting killer, it is better to go back to the Dragon Palace with your daughter to rest and rest, don't toss your eyes anymore." Ao Yijing's daughter said this, but she also stopped tossing for the time being.

It is very good that Ao Yue can do this now, and it is not easy to alleviate some disasters to a certain extent with the waist of her father. Because after all, she is the daughter of her father, and her arms are always unable to reach her thighs! Otherwise, if she is asked to violently usurp power, seize her father's throne, and turn the world upside down, it is beyond reality, it is impossible, and she can do some tinkering, alleviate the disaster, and it is better to reduce a little disaster than not to reduce it. (To be continued......)