I have a roll of fairy pictures

Chapter 51 The Death of Song Wanquan

"Hurry up to gather the people and transport sand and gravel to reinforce the Longmen embankment." Song Wan's complexion was extremely gloomy, and his eyes were full of haze:

"These big figures don't care about the life and death of the common people at all. It's really disgusting."

With an order, the people of countless nearby villages moved towards Longmen Dike, carrying large quantities of supplies like ants moving.

The wind and clouds on Panyang Lake are full of thunder and lightning, and the dragon rolls up thousands of waves, dancing with the waves and fighting with countless officials.

"Hahaha, you mortals are worthy of a fight with me, my lord? How dare you attack your lord and want your lord's life, and the lord will tell you all to enter the water to feed the bastards." The snake was laughing loudly, and the arrogant laughter came out in Panyang Lake. Along with the huge waves, a large ship was overturned, and countless soldiers fell into the water, wrapped in the undercurrent, and dragged into the bottom .

At this time, the four-legged snake transformed into a dragon, soaring through the clouds and driving the fog to overwhelm the river and the sea, rolling up waves on Panyang Lake, driving the water column to continuously fight with [-] troops.

The bow and crossbow shot at Qi Linjia, but they were bounced off one after another.

A painter made a move and formed a network of heaven and earth, but the four-legged snake burst out with dragon power, fighting with the painter, relying on the advantage of the water, it was unstoppable, even the painter was helpless.

"Young Lord, I'm in trouble. This beast has transformed into a flood dragon, has the ability to control water and make waves, has obtained innate supernatural powers, and awakened the power of blood. Panyang Lake is three thousand miles away, and this evil animal has three thousand miles Shuimai, with this as our home field, we are afraid that we will not be opponents." A counselor came out and looked at the fighting army and Jiaolong, with a hint of worry in his eyes:
"If the old Beaulieu came back and found that we forced the little dragon king to break out of his shell early and compromised his potential, if the thunderbolt engulfed us, even if the old master sued the king, it would be useless Ah. The old Hou Ye is on the verge of danger, and the safety of the entire Southwest depends on you alone. If there are three bad things about you, won’t the inheritance of the Southwest be cut off? Who will avenge the old Hou Ye at that time?” the counselor earnestly persuaded with.

"Feng Yi, you are an old man from the Southwest, the number one counselor of my Southwest Marquis Mansion, and a hermit who was invited down the mountain by my Southwest Marquis Mansion. You are an absolutely reliable person in my Southwest Marquis Mansion." There is a touch of emotion in it:
"Uncle Feng, you should know what it means to my father that this dragon has obtained the origin of the fate Gu."

"As long as my father recovers his fate, with his 80 years of accumulation, it will be a matter of course to break through the myth in one fell swoop." The young master looked at Feng Yi, his eyes were red:

"Is there really nothing you can do?"

Feng Yi was silent when he heard the words. Looking at the misty Panyang Lake, he was silent for a long time before opening his mouth and saying:

"Since the Feng clan has taken refuge in Lord Hou, they will go through fire and water for him, and will not hesitate to be struck by lightning."

"Although the dragon is powerful and possesses a trace of divinity, it is still a mundane thing after all. A [-]-strong army fights against a dragon, and the dragon just relies on the power of the water veins of Panyang Lake, which is three thousand miles away. As long as the young master cuts off the water veins, the dragon will naturally It can be captured."

"Break the water vein?" The young master was taken aback: "How?"

"Pu Di!" Feng Yi struggled to spit out two words.

"Puu embankment?" The young master was stunned, as if he had been struck by lightning, he stood in the bow of the boat in a daze.

"In the past, Panyang Lake was guarded by Panlong, so there would be no chance. But now the old dragon king is eager to ask for credit, and wants to be appreciated by Emperor Zhou to break through the shackles of blood, but he is lured away by Li Wenfang from the Academy of Natural Painting. Chance."

"But Longmen Dike... Longmen Dike is related to the seven counties. If the Longmen Dike is broken, the seven counties will be submerged in floods, countless fertile fields will be destroyed, and the people will be displaced and their wives will be scattered. I don't know how many people will die..." The young master was stunned, his voice was not smooth.

"If you can continue to take over Lord Hou's fate, the seven counties only have billions of people, and they are all worth it!" Feng Yi looked at Lord Hou.

"Besides, what's submerged is just some land. How many people can be drowned in a real flood? 10 people survived. Only [-] people were drowned. The Southwest Marquis can afford it." Feng Yi looked at the young master. .

Standing at the bow of the boat, the young master looked at the misty Panyang Lake and the people watching from a distance by the lake, his fists were clenched behind him, his eyes were full of struggle, entanglement, and hesitation.

"Come here, send a thousand soldiers to follow me." The young master gave an order, turned the bow of the boat, and saw three big boats, followed by the young master, and arrived at the Longmen embankment.

"My lord, the small Longmendi is patrolling Song Wanquan, and I have seen you." Seeing the officer coming, Song Wanquan threw down the sand on his body, hurried over and saluted.

"This Marquis is taking over the Longmen Embankment now, you can step back." The young master led a thousand soldiers to the Longmen Embankment, without even looking at Song Wanquan, his eyes were full of arrogance:
"Drove all these untouchables off the Longmen embankment, don't dirty the eyes of this marquis."

"My lord, you can't drive them down. These people were summoned by villains to strengthen the Longmen embankment." Song Wanquan hurried forward to dissuade him. One of his palms accidentally touched the young master's clothes, leaving a black streak. handprints.

Seeing Song Wanquan covered in mud and the black handprints on the clean and tidy silk of the little marquis, the embankment seemed to be frozen at that moment, and time fell into a standstill.

All eyes were focused on the young master's clothes, and the silent atmosphere spread, even the officials and Lifu in the distance seemed to have sensed when all the actors stopped in unison. , Pairs of eyes looked towards the direction of the embankment.

Looking at the dirt on his clothes, the young master felt dizzy for a while, his breathing seemed to be suffocating, his mind went blank, and he stared blankly at Song Wanquan, who kept pleading in front of him, with his big hands tightly clutching his clothes.

"Ouch!" The young master retched suddenly, and then he said 'wow', almost vomited bile: ""

"Crack~"

The little Hou Ye slapped Song Wanquan across the face, staggered, and fell directly into the muddy water.

Song Wanquan fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Kill all these lowly things and keep away from me, so as not to stain my clothes." The young master took out a silk scarf and wiped Song Wanquan's palm: "Is that person dead? Come on?" , Drive all these untouchables out of here."

With one order, all the soldiers kicked and kicked the people down the embankment like tigers and wolves.

"My lord, the flood in Panyang Lake is now flooding, and the people must reinforce the Longmen Dike. Otherwise, the Longmen Dike will burst, and we will not be able to bear the blame." The adjutant next to him hurried forward and dragged Song Wanquan, who had fainted, and took the opportunity Drag it to the rear, then knelt down on the ground and tried to persuade him.

"Reinforce the Longmen embankment?" The corner of the young master's mouth curled up, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his palm, looking at the rippling lake with his eyes, he stood silently in front of the Longmen embankment.

"My lord, all the people have been driven out." A guard came forward to report.

The young master didn't respond, he just stood in front of the Longmen embankment, looking at the misty lake with his eyes, and the playful dragon chant on the lake in the distance, his eyes were full of struggle.

"I don't have much time left for the young master. I don't know when the old dragon king will return. Once he comes back, it will be too late. Since the young master has already cut off his heart, why is he hesitating at this time?" Feng Yi came Beside the little lord, a pair of eyes looked at the little lord, and asked a question.

"That's billions of people, and countless souls." Little Hou Ye showed a look of confusion on his face.

"Some humble lives, just pay some money and livestock. The current situation in the Southwest Region, on the contrary, is a big deal. Compensating some gold and silver, and compromising the foundation, is a good thing. It can make everyone let go of their vigilance. Self-weakening is also a good thing. A life-saving strategy." Feng Yi said.

The little Houye kept walking back and forth on the embankment with his hands behind his back. Everyone was silent and looked at the little Houye.

The guards patrolling over there also rushed to Song Wanquan and knelt down at this time, looking at the situation on the embankment with their eyes wide open, feeling something was wrong for some reason.

"It's okay, I'm still angry. I just fainted." A guard checked Song Wanquan's injuries and began to push the palace to activate blood circulation.

It was about time for a cup of tea, seeing the young master's footsteps getting faster and faster, and the water level of Panyang Lake rose a little bit, Feng Yi suddenly scolded, with a voice like thunder: "Young master, you must not stop being disturbed by it! "

This scolding made the young master stop in his tracks.

"The fate of the untouchables is not fate." Feng Yi said again.

The young master's throat moved, and then his eyes gradually turned scarlet, and a strange fragrance from his body slowly lingered in his mouth and nose. This fragrance came from Wang Gaoqiu:

"Come on!"

"exist!"

All the soldiers said in unison.

"Dig the embankment." The young master said in a hoarse voice.

"what?"

All the soldiers were taken aback.

"This Marquis orders you to wait, immediately dig the embankment to release the water." The young master said.

All the soldiers stopped talking, turned around and picked up the tools on the ground, and went to dig the dam.

"My lord, what are you going to do? Are you crazy?"

All the guards patrolling the Longmen Dike were stunned, and they were stunned on the spot after listening to the young master's order.

Song Wanquan, who was in a coma, woke up when the young master hesitated, and only opened his eyes. At this moment, he couldn't help but questioned.

Ignoring Song Wanquan's words, the young master was upset and just stood blankly in front of the embankment, looking at the lake in the distance.

"My lord, are you crazy? This is the Longmen Dike, you can't dig it! You can't dig it!" Song Wanquan hurriedly got up from the muddy water, staggered like an official who was digging a dike, and rushed to stop the soldier's movement:

"This is the Longmen embankment. Behind the embankment are the people of the seven prefectures, billions of people. They cannot be dug."

"He's not dead yet? Beat him to death." The young master came back to his senses from the noise, couldn't help "vomiting" and waved his hands impatiently. A group of soldiers came forward like wolves and tigers, but Three strikes, five divisions and two divisions have already knocked Song Wanquan to the ground.

"You rebels, don't you want to rebel? Digging the Longmen embankment and flooding the seven counties is a capital crime. How dare you?" Song Wanquan picked up the iron ruler on the ground and stopped the soldiers:
"I am the guard of the Longmen Dike. If you want to dig the Longmen Dike, it is a great crime to punish the nine clans. There are billions of people in the seven counties behind you. How dare you act so arbitrarily?"

"Bang~"

The officer blocked Song Wanquan's iron ruler, knocked it to the ground with a spring, and then a group of soldiers came forward to meet him.

After a while, all the soldiers dispersed, and one of them snorted and looked at the young master: "My lord, this official is dead."

"Drag it down and throw it into Panyang Lake."

The young master looked at Song Wanquan on the ground, couldn't help frowning, then waved his hands with a disapproving expression, and then looked at the shivering Longmendi official who was kneeling on the ground:

"Could it be that you also want to stop this marquis?"

"Don't dare! Don't dare! I will never dare to stop you in the slightest." All the officials knelt down on the ground, begging for mercy desperately:

"Master Hou, spare your life! Master Hou, spare your life! We will never dare to stop Master Hou."

Seeing this, the young master waved his hand: "Why don't you quickly roll down the Longmen embankment and evacuate the people in the city?"

"I will give you three hours. After three hours, the dike will be dug. How many people can escape depends on your ability."

(End of this chapter)