On the gate, there are fewer and fewer people.

Under the sluice, there are more and more people in the water.

In the crowd, young and strong men constantly stood up, silently following the back of the person in front of him, and jumped off the gate.

The "semi-circular" shaped pipe well, which had been washed away by the previous waves of furious waves, was gradually filled again.

On the sluice and dam, in the end, only women, children, old and young, and officials and villagers who really can't swim.

On the surface of the water below the sluice dam, the people who jumped into the water crowded together to resist the raging waves.

Some men clinged to wooden stakes and bamboo poles that had not yet been washed away under the water, while others were close to the dam wall to prevent them from being swept away by the wind and waves.

In the end, the floating people formed a barrier-like human wall, with the inner layer and the outer layer stacked on top of each other, as if forming a relatively stable balance.

Ouyang Rong, who jumped into the water first, floated at the front of the human wall.

The role of this human wall is not to keep the water out, but to slow down the impact of the water.

The crowd used their bodies as sandbag fillers to suppress the water potential and block the surging of flower-turning pipes in the cracks in the walls of the sluice and dam.

Buy time for the dam to survive the collapse and collapse.

There were also a few frightened Dragon King Temple priests on the gate, and the scene of Ouyang Rong beheading the middle-aged priest in public just now broke through their psychological defense.

It's just that Ouyang Rong didn't have time to clean them up.

But at this moment, the villagers who remained on the sluice and dam spontaneously surrounded them angrily, lifted the priests who pretended to be ghosts, and threw them into the water, regardless of whether they could swim or not.

Since it is said that there is a dragon king, then go down and look for it, and see if it will appear to save you. It is not just the warriors who are at the front, filling with water with their flesh, while you are ashamed to shrink behind......

Ouyang Rong didn't know the simple mood of these people, he, like most of the people in the audience, tightened his heartstrings and kept paying attention to the situation of the sluice and dam.

I saw that the water surface between the cracks in the sluice and dam wall disappeared.

It seems that the water potential is blocked by the wall in front of him, and the speed of the water slows down.

The pipe surge was suppressed.

On and off the gate, everyone was relieved.

However, Ouyang Rong, who was floating on the water at this moment, knew in his heart that at the moment, this was only temporarily alleviating the crisis, as long as Yun Mengze's heavy rain did not stop, the crisis would not be resolved......

Minutes and seconds passed.

On the water surface below the sluice dam, the "human wall" led by Ouyang Rong has been soaked in the water for most of the day.

During the torrential rain, the water waves of Yunmengze were sometimes turbulent and sometimes soothing.

And every turbulent wave crashed heavily on the "human wall" in front of the crack in the wall.

Sometimes there are brave men who can't support it, break away from the human wall, almost sink to the bottom, or be carried away by a wave, but in the end they are all rescued by the sluice dam, and the villagers rush to take care of it.

And the people who remained in the water, their bodies soaked in the water, had already been soaked white and wrinkled, like the white bread that Ouyang Rong had eaten in his previous life.

"Tanlang."

On the sluice dam, Ye Weilai knelt on the edge of the water, holding the knife tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks, and every once in a while she shouted Ouyang Rong's name worriedly downwards to make sure that he was still there.

Behind her, in the crowd of villagers delivering food and caring for the wounded, there was a slender and delicate girl figure standing silently.

Xiuniang looked at the sky above the wall led by Ouyang Rong in a daze.

Obviously, at this moment, the sky above Yunmengze, including Di Gongzha, is overcast, covering the sky and the sun, making it difficult to distinguish even day and night.

But the embroidery girl still looked at the sky above, her little face was stunned, as if she had seen some kind of magnificent scene.

The delicate mute girl from Yun Mengze opened her mouth and couldn't help but let out a soft "ah" twice...... Except for congenital defects, who said that my Tanlang is not suitable for qi training?

However, in the next second, the embroidery girl who looked up frowned.

She looked left and right, and the figure suddenly disappeared in place, and after three breaths, she returned to the same place.

I can't see the movement all the time.

This well-behaved little sister, who is quiet and gentle in the eyes of the senior sisters of the sect and has always had a good temper, has a look of confusion and doubt on her delicate little face.

The beautiful and clear lacquer eyes seem to have ...... A little angry.

Suddenly, Ouyang Rong, who was floating on the water below with a pale face, was shattered by all the waves that were more than half a foot away from him.

Exploded into a flying mist.

And the wooden blocks and debris swept in the waves were cut into tissue paper by some invisible sharp thing, losing the harm to her family's Tanlang.

It's just that these strange scenes are all covered by the thick fog with extremely low visibility on Yunmengze.

Ouyang Rong and the others, who formed a human wall at the pipe gushing, could only find that the fog in the distance seemed to be stirred by some kind of strong wind, but it still couldn't blow away the thick fog.

In addition, Ouyang Rong and the others were nervous about this for a while, thinking that it was another precursor to the coming angry waves, but the waves that rolled in from the dense fog in the distance were surprisingly gentle, with white foam and harmless wood chips, which surprised them for a while.

What the crowd doesn't know is.

A dumb cook lady with a nickname embroidery girl is rarely angry...... Even if Ouyang Rong had a tryst with the little junior sister surnamed Xie at night and was intimate in person, she would not be so angry.

Who is secretly stealing Tanlang's "gas"?!

……

The county seat of Longcheng.

The streets were empty.

Penglang Ferry is also a mess, with no boats.

As far as the eye can see, on the west bank of Butterfly Creek, the sword furnaces that stand in a row have been extinguished, and the craftsmen have withdrawn completely.

Xiaogu Mountain, compared with the crowded and noisy Liu family mansion on the mountain at the moment, a secluded lawn halfway up the mountain is exceptionally quiet.

An old swordsmith, carrying a jar of wine, stood alone on the lawn.

The raindrops wet his gray linen clothes and changed them to a darker color.

The old man turned a deaf ear, looked up to drink, and glanced south from time to time.

His eyes ignored the empty Longcheng County and the longing for the big lonely mountain in the distance, and threw it in the direction of the Yuenu Gorge in the upper reaches of Butterfly Creek.

Behind the old swordsmith who drank in the rain, there was a sword furnace that had been extinguished for many years, and the door was wide open.

The mountain wind and rain poured into the sword furnace room.

There was a sword-casting furnace in the furnace room, and the round iron door was open, "creaking" and shaking in the whistling wind and rain that broke into the furnace room.

There was a sharp sound of iron bolts rubbing against rust, a little grinding on the ears.

The inside of the sword-forging furnace where the door was open was as empty as the previous times.

On the lawn outside the house, the old swordsmith raised his eyes to the south, and sipped wine from time to time.

At a certain moment, the old man put down the wine jug and bowed his head lightly in the direction of Di Gongzha:

"The little guy is full of drinks, and he is even more greedy than the old man.

"Heh, this is the first time that I have been a monk for a lifetime and broken my vows, eaten too much vegetarian food, and eaten big fish and meat with oil stars for the first time?

"Anyway, since you like food and drink so much, what should I give you a name...... We have to be a little particular about our teachers...... Belch...... The first sword is called the elixir...... The second sword, called Lulu, was later renamed Red Emperor...... The third sword, facing the second ......"

The old swordsmith bowed his head and whispered:

"These are all good names, but they are all too elegant, too elegant, and at first glance they are dedicated to princes and generals.

"There was once a sword named Hanshi, but in the end, Hanshi was still not cold enough...... Han Shi eventually became a prince and a prince......

"What should I call you?"

The old swordsmith had a little wine in his mouth and muttered like an old drunk.

For a while, it was a bit nerve-wracking.

None of the three Liu brothers who sowed discord had hurt his brain like this.

But it's also true, in the folk, the old people, the old people, are all loved, and choosing a good name is naturally to search the intestines and scrape the stomach, and I can't wait to devote my life's work.

What's more, this is still the work of an old craftsman who has waited for a sword for most of his life?

……

The other end of Longcheng County.

Dagu Mountain, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, is crowded, and the fireworks in the world are vigorous.

However, a certain underground palace on the mountain, just like the name, is indeed a pure land on this crowded and chaotic lonely mountain at this moment.

Although this Pure Land Palace has been abandoned, a well exit has been opened in the ceiling in the center of the underground palace.

But even if it is raining outside, it will not fall or seep in.

The mouth of the well outside the Guy Underground Palace was built inside a pavilion surrounded by stone railings.

But at this moment, in the underground palace, there is a young monk with a withered face, standing directly below the wellhead, looking up.

The young monk was dressed in a shabby robe, his body was dirty, and there were some pastry dregs at the corners of his mouth, which was a pastry given by a delicate mute girl who visited the underground palace at night and revisited the old place that night.

The young monks who hide in the Pure Land only twist one piece every day and savor it carefully.

Life is quite budget-conscious.

As for the daily rice sent down by the disciples such as Xiufa and Xiudu, this young monk doesn't like to eat it very much, and the pastries made by the mythical and spiritual mute girl are delicious.

You've all come to the Pure Land, you have to eat something good, don't you? It's not like you're still trapped in that broken hell.

By the way, I forgot to mention that his legal name is Xiuzhen, and a young county magistrate once mistakenly called him "unknown master".

But although he was laughed at by everyone, only the "unknown master" clearly knew that it was really an infernal hell outside.

This is the Lotus Pure Land.

At this moment, there was obviously no rain falling from the wellhead overhead, but Xiuzhen, who was standing under the wellhead and in front of the lotus pedestal in the center of the underground palace, leaned back slightly, avoiding a step, as if he was hiding from something, and he couldn't avoid it.

He looked up at the mouth of the well.

The young monk seemed to be staring at something, a little distracted.

"Hey, it's obviously an infernal hell, how can there be 'qi', like a sword straight into the sky? Weird, weird......"

Xiuzhen shook his head, his mouth full of surprise.

He looked at the spot for a while, and at one point, his expression on his dirty face suddenly changed from dazed to surprised.

Xiuzhen's bony body twisted, trotted to the edge of the dungeon, and came to the mural of the "fast-eyed king's eyes" on the west side.

The bare head leaned up and looked at the mural.

"It's not."

Xiuzhen shook his head in disappointment, but he didn't stop for a moment, around the wall on the edge of the dungeon, he ran to another mural and stepped forward to take a look.

"It's not ...... Nor is that ...... Hey! It's this! ”

Xiuzhen successively passed through the three murals of the Buddha Bunsheng, such as "The Eyes of the Fast-eyed King", "The Corpse King Cuts the Meat Trade Pigeon" and "The Moonlight King Shi Shou", all of them shook their heads in frustration, but in the end, he stopped in front of the last Buddha Bunsheng mural on the east side!

Prince Satta sacrificed his life to feed the tiger.

The young monk suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed directly at the sad-faced Buddha on the dimly painted wall, who had jumped from a cliff and was lying on the ground to feed tigers, and he laughed:

"This is it! It's exactly the same, it's interesting, it's interesting! ”

In the empty underground palace, there are crazy monks dancing and dancing, suddenly running to the lotus pedestal in the center of the underground palace, and suddenly running to the east side of the underground palace in front of the Buddha Bunsheng mural.

He ran back and forth between the two.

For a while, I looked up at the mouth of the well, and for a while, I looked closer to the mural, as if I had found something, compared something, and confirmed something.

"Amitabha."

Until a certain moment, Xiuzhen's crazy expression froze.

He was a monk with a solemn face, standing in the center of the underground palace, his hands folded, looking up at the air, his eyes were full of confusion and distress:

"But there is an infernal hell above, how can there be such 'qi'? Where is the Lotus Pure Land......

Looking at the monks, looking left and right.

It's a pity that the voice of doubt only echoes in the underground palace, and no one answers.

After all, it's just asking yourself.

In the abandoned underground palace, no one knows about this strange scene.

……

Yunmengze, the rainstorm does not stop.

Somewhere below the Di Gong Gate, on the surface of the water.

The human wall is still there.

Ouyang Rong, Liu Ashan and others can't tell what time it is and how long it has been since diving.

I only remember intermittently, the people around me seemed to change stubble after stubble, the waves were dizzy, the exhausted and hungry fainted, the exhausted and sick, one by one by the villagers were fished up to the sluice dam, and then, when they woke up and recovered, they went into the water again to change shifts.

Ouyang Rong, who was at the front, was only wearing pants and was soaked in dirty water with a lot of debris and debris.

He occasionally looked a little dazed, only to feel that the whole world around him was full of water and water, surrounded by water.

And above the sluice and dam, the crowd of people walking around, the faces looking down.

Ouyang Rong couldn't see clearly, and his vision was obscured by light, water droplets, sand, stone and sawdust.

Among them, there seems to be Ye Weilai's white-haired little head...... This is quite recognizable.

Until a certain moment.

Boom Boom –

There was another dull loud noise in the thick fog in the distance.

Familiar sounds...... Like the angry waves just now, it should be the mountains along the coast of Yunmengze not far away, and in the continuous torrential rain, there are mudslides that pour into the water of Yunmengze Lake at an angle.

The sound is not too far away, then another angry wave is coming.

There were some desperate exclamations from the sluice dam.

Ouyang Rong, who was at the front of the human wall, was suddenly awakened in a trance.

Facing the dense fog that was churning violently like a prelude in front of him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

But in the thick fog, the first lake that swept the fragments of trees was not even a hundred meters close to the human wall led by Ouyang Rong.

In the next moment, on the sluice dam directly above Ouyang Rong's head, a snow-white sword light flew away.

The first wave was split and exploded into a monstrous mist of debris.

The second wave is like this.

The same is true of the third wave......

If you dare to come a few, you will split a few.

On the sluice dam, there are female swords coming out constantly.

Qi practitioner?

This is...... The little sister is back?

Ouyang Rong's bloodless face was stunned, and he thought to himself.

In a trance, he swallowed, reached out to wipe his face, balanced his body, and tried to look up at the lock above his head.

But the vision is still blurry, and I can only hear the same exclamations from above.

And this movement of trying his best to raise his head seemed to exhaust the last strength of Ouyang Rong, who was already cold and weak.

Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit, and I couldn't tell the direction in a trance.

It's hard to hold on.

And with the gradual blurring of Ouyang Rong's consciousness, many people's calls began to sound in his ears one after another.

"Mingfu fainted! Come on, send it up! ”

"Come on!"

"Tanlang ......"

"Ah...... Ah......h

Ouyang Rong vaguely heard two voices from different women.

A white-haired maid belonging to his own family, the one behind ...... It's a little strange, but it's a little familiar, as if he heard it in a dream when he was young in the depths of his memory, it seems to be the memory of this life, but no matter how hard he tries, it's hard to recall.

It's like when you forget the name of a childhood friend, and one night you remember her, but you can't blurt out the name that should have been said so smoothly.

It's the feeling of being on the doorstep.

Ouyang Rong, whose consciousness was gradually sinking, had no strength to think...... Wait, could it be an auditory hallucination before death?

He didn't forget to complain in the end.

Ouyang Rong felt that the voice in his ears gradually became farther away.

Until a gentle marshmallow-like dream enveloped him.

(End of chapter)