This casual finger, the method of breaking the reef out of thin air is too terrifying, this group of fools is completely frightened, Feng Wuli originally wanted to let the mother who was suspected of being used as a living sacrifice girl, but she would only let them save her daughter.

Her daughter was so weak that she couldn't speak.

Feng Wuli grabbed a village chief and came over to question.

Turned his head to look at Wang Xilou.

Aunt Wang immediately signaled, which can be said to show the 'villain's ambition' vividly: "My apprentice asked you, are you dumb?" It's almost 1510 and all of them have been explained, otherwise, there is no good fruit for you to eat, do you understand? ”

Feng Wuli suddenly felt so embarrassed.

After watching the bright sword so many times, it made her understand it.

The village chief was hesitant, but he still confessed.

He dismissed the villagers, led the master and apprentice and the mother and daughter behind him, went to the temple of the dragon king, after entering the temple, the incense was continuous, and the golden sculpture of the head of a dragon stood in the temple, full of majesty, wearing golden purple clothes.

This small tourist island, which now has an annual tourist flow of 200,000, used to be just a small fishing and half-farming island with only a few thousand people.

The people of the island have lived here for generations.

Sacrifice to the Dragon King

That's a rule that has been passed down from our ancestors.

According to the ancestral records, in the past, the fishery resources here were actually quite scarce, even if it was the fishing season to go to sea, the catch were some small fish and shrimp, and in the disaster year, I didn't know where to get the way, and began to set up a clay sculpture for the dragon king in the sea, built an incense temple, and offered the dragon king.

It is said that on the day the temple was built, it also rained so much, and a real dragon appeared in the clouds, and the real dragon spat out people's words.

The dragon lord told their ancestors that they should set up incense for him to set up a temple to worship, and offer pigs and sheep during the fishing season every year, and every 30 years they need to offer a woman aged 14 to 16 to the dragon lord, which can ensure smooth wind and rain, fresh fish and crab fat, ensure the safety of fishermen going to sea, and the wealth and fortune of the islanders.

If the dragon lord did not receive the sacrifice, then the dragon lord would ask for the guilt in the next year, and naturally the dragon lord would not come over in person, but flood the entire island, and let all the fishermen on the island come to his temple to ask for sin.

The ancestors were honestly afraid, but they still did as the dragon lord said.

Since then, the offshore waters have been inexplicably rich in fishing nets and abundant crops.

So, every thirty years, the island will choose a three- or four-year-old girl of the right age, who will be raised by the whole village, and tell her from an early age that she can serve in front of the dragon lord when she grows up, and finally give a large sum of money to the selected girl's family.

Feng glanced at the woman unreasonably, but the woman bowed her head and did not dare to look at him.

What kind of mother is this woman, but she is a village woman with a lot of thoughts, and everyone here is counted as one, including the girl who was sacrificed, and she is not innocent.

"So, since hundreds of years ago, a young woman has been dedicated every thirty years?" Wang Xilou felt disgusted by this group of people.

"This is, this is the rule set by the ancestors......"

"Just for a demon I've never seen before?"

"I, I've seen the Dragon King......" the girl said weakly.

Feng Wuli turned his head and glanced at her with some surprise, this girl has a weak temperament and a delicate appearance.

She seemed to be a little afraid of them, and said intermittently: "I, I have seen, many years ago I was playing alone on the beach, long, with two big blue horns like coral, I asked him if he was a monster, and he told me that he was a fairy......"

Suddenly, the sound of wind and rain outside the door seemed to disappear, and the noisy world instantly fell silent.

"I told her that I am an immortal, your dragon lord, and she told me that the adults of their family decided to sacrifice her to the dragon lord and asked me when I would come and take her away."

The people in the temple, including the two masters and apprentices, looked back and saw a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy in a crown dress slowly walking in the crooked wind and rain outside the temple.

He has white hair and white eyebrows, a face that is more beautiful than a woman, two large branch-like horns on his forehead, a crown with a black background and red edges of gold silk clouds, and the corners of his clothes are not wet when he walks in the rain, and there is a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Ao Ren of the East China Sea Dragon Clan, I have seen Lord Wang Xilou." The young man's voice is crisp -

He bowed unreasonably to the wind.

Wang Xilou hugged his chest, still calm.

The village chief and the woman were horrified.

"Monster, monster!"

Seeing this inhuman strange appearance, when the god who usually bows down to them on weekdays, when he really appeared in front of them, his first reaction was fear.

Ye Gong is a good dragon, nothing more than that.

"Yo, you little dragon know me?" Wang Xilou hugged his chest and asked.

The young man in the crown was stunned for a moment, only to realize that he had recognized the wrong person, and the main owner was actually the ...... next to him An ordinary woman who has nothing but beauty.

"When you fought with Lord Zaojun, one of the eight overseas immortal mountains you moved away was my home." His tone was still gentle, and he didn't seem annoyed at all.

"Ah, ha, that ......" Wang Xilou is so embarrassed.

"It's okay, Xiaolong doesn't mind anymore." The boy was very considerate.

Wang Xilou could only disassemble the topic and said haha: "The cultivation is good, you are about to become an immortal." ”

"Compared with Lord Wang Xilou, it's far from it." He does look very good-tempered, full of energy, his eyes are full of gold, where is he like those cannibalistic monsters.

Wang Xilou suddenly remembered, and said: "By the way, this temple is yours, the people here say that they will give you a young woman every thirty years, how do you say this?" Let me tell you, my apprentice is now a member of the government, and I am also half of the government, don't look at your cultivation now, you are at the level of a few of my forced pockets back then, and my apprentice has learned my skills to seventy-seven eighty-eight, today you have to really make a mistake, if you really make a mistake, our master and apprentice are not impossible to see for the time being. ”

As she spoke, she poked Feng Wuli's waist with her elbow, turned her head and whispered: "This monster is a bit of a cow, you may not be an opponent, don't fight later." ”

The wind is unreasonable: "......"

The young man in the crown robe smiled and turned his head to look at the village chief and the woman.

They also vaguely guessed now that such a young but eccentric monster might be their dragon lord.

"Dragon, Dragon King, this year's sacrifice, the sacrifice is here, we, we ......"

The young man was not annoyed, and said softly: "Silence." ”

The panicked village chief was still talking, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out, and it looked like his vocal cords had fallen into the house.

The wind is unreasonable, and it is rare.

Wang Xilou whispered: "It's just a little trick, I want to learn from the master to teach you." ”

"I don't have a yang god."

"That's right!"

Feng glanced at her unreasonably.

If he learns it, guess who he will be the first to use it on?

A certain zombie is so angry that it doesn't make a sound, it's fun.

Ao Ren looked at it at this time, and still explained unhurriedly: "That's the case, when Xiaolong practiced in this area, he happened to twist a wisp of incense that came from it, and he discovered this small fishing village.

I summoned clouds and rain for them, and drove schools of fish, which I did as a matter of haze, but they treated me like a god, and I found it amusing, so I often came to the island to see these humans who regarded the little dragon as a god.

I met a few fishermen who taught me a lot about human beings, and although they worshipped me as a god, I regarded them as friends.

It was a very happy time.

Later, several friends passed away one after another.

I never came back to the island.

I also watched the descendants of my friends.

They gradually became rich, and the sacrifices gradually changed from fish, rice and tea, to pig and sheep wine, from three incense sticks of the earth, to incense and candles, from the small altar built of earth, to the temple of red pillars and green tiles, from the idol of the god of a slope of loess, to the statue of the dragon king who is now crossed with gold powder.

I just don't know when a young woman appeared in the offerings.

I went to the island again, and looked at it from afar, and the fire of the sacrifice lasted for three days and three nights, and I heard all kinds of wishes.

It's just that it's no longer a few small fish that his former friends prayed for.

It's something that even I can't give.

They want yellow and white things, they want Shilin official career, they want jewelry, they want petite slaves, their sons-in-law want Weng to die so that they can occupy their farmland, and if their wives want their husbands to die, they will choose anointing again, what do you say, grandma, I will take you to the beach to watch the sunrise and sunrise, but in the end, the son does not want to support the old mother, and pushes off the cliff, wave after wave.

They thought that the more precious the offerings, the more wishes they could fulfill, and eventually they even began to send teenage girls over.

I was speechless.

Still, I picked up the girls who had been sent to the sea.

I took these girls who were taken as living sacrifices by the villagers, taught them the six arts of gentlemen, taught them piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, taught them to read, write, understand etiquette, and know people, and finally if she wanted to study medicine, she was sent to the best medical hall in the world, and if she wanted to write, she would take her to make friends with the literati of the world, and if she wanted to marry, she would find a good lover for her. ”

Ao Ren smiled, looked at the woman who was rescued by Feng Wureason, and said, "So, one of the purposes of my visit this time is to pick up my girl." ”

If there are readers of Gulangyu, private Marseille! It's just a parallel world with the same name, right! That's it! There is also a main line that I want to write here, but because it has been too daily, I don't know if it will be very abrupt to write the main line, if you can't write the main line, you may really only be able to dilute the main line, and then you can only focus on the daily dullness in the future.

(End of chapter)