Under the light of the sunset, Yuan Shoucheng has a strange appearance and beautiful appearance, his reputation in this huge Tang Dynasty, people who don't know are very rare, and his strange skills, even as Yuan Tiangang, who was the Qin Tianjian of the dynasty, are not as good as him, and he can be said to be the crown of Chang'an. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Dragon King of Jinghe turned into a white-clothed scholar at this time, but the nobility of that body was as dazzling as a light in the dark night in Yuan Shoucheng's eyes, and it couldn't be concealed at all, and suddenly a faint smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of this strange person who could be said to be the red dust of the game, and he secretly said in his heart: "It's here!"

At this time, the Dragon King of Jinghe stepped out and sat in front of Yuan Shoucheng, and the child on the side carried a fragrant tea up under Yuan Shoucheng's instructions, and the faint fragrance of tea spread like a wisp of fresh wind with the rising mist.

"What is the so-called matter of the son?" At this moment, Yuan Shoucheng understood in his heart, but his face was full of trying his best to serve, which could be said to be insidious, but the indifference of that face made people have to admire his calmness, this scene is also a small start, and a small merit will fall into the hands of Yuan Shoucheng.

"How about asking Mr. to count the cloudy things in the sky today?" The dragon king is still in an elegant state at this time, and he did not expect that he has been driven by fate at this moment, stepping into the abyss, although he is the head of the eight rivers, Si Yu Da Dragon God, but in the face of the long river of fate, he is still just like an ant-like existence.

Yuan Shoucheng, who was sitting on the chair, did not change in the slightest when he heard this, but his five fingers were pinched in the wide sleeves, and the art of servant arithmetic was already unfolding silently.

The next moment, the gaze in Yuan Shoucheng's eyes fell on the Jinghe Dragon King opposite, and with a hint of Taoist immortal ethereal qi, he spoke: "The top of the cloudy mountain, the fog covers the forest. If you occupy Yuze, it will be in the Ming Dynasty. ”

"When will it rain tomorrow?How many sizes does the rain have?" Hearing Yuan Shoucheng's words, the face of the Jinghe Dragon King remained unchanged, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but the next moment it had disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Yuan Shoucheng replied: "Tomorrow there will be clouds in the morning, thunder will be sent from time to time, it will rain at noon, and it will rain enough from time to time, and a total of three feet three inches and forty-eight points of water will be obtained."

The Dragon King of Jinghe smiled slightly and said, "This is not a joke. If it rains tomorrow, according to the number of hours you break, I will give you fifty taels of thanks. If there is no rain, or if it is not in time, I tell you the truth, I will definitely destroy your façade, tear your signboard, and drive you out of Chang'an immediately, and you are not allowed to confuse the people here!"

Yuan Shoucheng happily replied: "This must be yours." Please, please, the Ming Dynasty will meet after the rain. It's just different from the joy on his face at this moment, Yuan Shoucheng's heart has already felt sorry for the Jinghe Dragon King in front of him, even if he has cultivated so far, but his cultivation is not as good as this great dragon god, and his own pursuit is extremely fragile in the face of fate, at this time he is also sighing for himself in his heart, it should be a sense of sadness for the rabbit and the fox.

The Dragon King of Jinghe said goodbye, went out of Chang'an, and returned to Shuifu. The big and small water gods then asked, "How about the king's visit to the hexagram seller?"

The Dragon King of Jinghe opened his mouth and said, "Yes, yes, yes! But a gentleman who begs for spring." When I asked him what time it would rain, he said that it would rain tomorrow, and when I asked him what time and how much it rained, he said that there were clouds at the hour, and there was thunder at all times, and it rained at noon, and before it rained enough, and that he had three feet three inches and forty-eight points of water. ”

The water tribes laughed and said: "The king is the head of the eight rivers, the god of the rain and the dragon, there is rain and no rain, but the king knows, how dare he talk such nonsense? The one who sells the hexagram must have lost!

At the same time, in a mountain forest on the bank of the Jing River, a pile of firewood is burning, a carp of a certain length is roasted on this firewood, the rich fragrance continues to come out, exuding an attractive atmosphere, Liu Boqin, who is dressed in white, does not have a little filth because of the dead leaves piled up on the ground, and naturally sits on the ground.

At this moment, Liu Boqin, who was focusing on the grilled fish in front of him, raised his head slightly, and the flashing divine light in his eyes looked towards the sky not far away, and the eyes that no one saw were like sword light tearing open an invisible barrier, and a golden figure came into view, this figure was dressed in golden armor, dragging a yellow scroll in his palm.

"Are you coming!" Liu Boqin muttered to himself at this moment, as if he was asking a question, but the words were extremely affirmative, the flow of fate promoted the operation of the general trend, and many living beings evolved in this general trend, Liu Boqin was naturally no exception, and he felt a trace of urgency in his heart at this moment.

At this moment, in the Jinghe Dragon Palace, the dragon son and the dragon grandson and the crucian carp and crab warrior were laughing and talking about the contest between the Jinghe Dragon King and Yuan Shoucheng, in their opinion, how could a small mortal be able to compare his understanding of Xingyun Buyu with the head of the Eight Rivers, Si Yu and the Great Dragon God.

At this moment, I only heard a shout in mid-air: "The Dragon King of Jinghe receives the order." Everyone looked up and saw that it was a gold-clothed wrestler, holding the edict of the Jade Emperor, and came straight to the water mansion. The dragon king was so panicked that he was dressed and burned incense to accept the order.

The gold-clothed wrestler returned to the air. The dragon king thanked him, and when he opened the envelope and looked at it, it was written: "The general of the eight rivers is ordered, and the thunder and lightning are driven; Shi Yuze in the Ming Dynasty, and the city of Chang'an is Puji." ”

The number of hours in the will is exactly the same as that of Yuan Shoucheng's previous judges, and the soul of the Dragon King of Jinghe is scattered. After a while, he woke up and said to the water tribes: "There is such a spirit man in the world!

This is the anchovian on the side, who said, "Don't worry, the king. What is the difficulty in winning him? The minister has a plan to discipline and destroy the mouth of the guy. ”

The Dragon King of Jinghe was like grasping a life-saving straw at this moment, and hurriedly asked, "Will Ji be released?"

The military advisor replied: "The rain is out of time, and there are fewer points, but the divination is not accurate, and I am afraid that I will not win him?"

Hearing this, the sad face of the Jinghe Dragon King disappeared, and he smiled, not seeing the slightest sorrow from before. It's just that at this moment, he didn't know that there was already a dark mist entanglement on his primordial spirit, and the arrival of the catastrophe was the time of reckoning.

The next day, Liu Boqin, who was already in Chang'an City, was sitting near the window of a restaurant when he heard a thunderclap in the sky, wind and rain rolling, dazzling electric arcs flashing in the dark clouds, and raindrops falling, smashing on the ground and splashing crystal clear water.

Looking at all this, Liu Boqin raised the wine glass in front of him and took a sip, muttering to himself: "A good manager of the Eight Rivers, Si Yu Great Dragon God, is about to turn into a dragon soul, who in this world can know what his future is, I am afraid that even the immortal saint will not be able to reach it." ”