Lesson 33

  The dragon comes from the clouds, and the tiger comes from the wind. Originally quiet and serene, the sky above Linjiang Pavilion is now suddenly overcast with dark clouds, and the shrill howling of the wind does not stop, as if a torrential downpour is about to fall.

  At this time, Lin Xu glanced at the black shadow that suddenly rushed out and saw the color of his clothes and the crown on his head. He knew that this should be the real master, Da Jiang Long Jun. Immediately, Lin Xu spread his sleeves, and the luxurious silk clothes embroidered on his body instantly turned into a set of black lacquer armor in the style of the mountain god. Then he looked up at the black shadow in the sky and said seriously:

  "I'm afraid I've disturbed you, Dragon Lord, but I have an unavoidable reason for coming. My name is Huo Shan Shen Lin Xu, and I've come specifically to ask for your guidance on a matter."

  Upon hearing this, the black shadow that was originally shouting in mid-air about how it would deal with the rude ones fell silent and lowered its clouded head. The dragon-headed Great River Dragon King stared at Lin Xu, a sly smile spreading from the corner of his mouth as he said:

  "Oh, tell me, what do you want to know?"

  The more it is at such a critical moment, the more anxious Lin Xu becomes, and he continues to say in a calm tone:

  "It has been raining heavily for ten days in the mountains where I live, a situation that has not occurred in 500 years. I dare to ask the Dragon King, where does this rain come from?"

  Hearing this, Da Jiang Long Jun, who was caught off guard and had his foot stepped on, stuttered and said:

  "This... this rain will fall if it's going to fall, how would I know where it comes from?"

  Having heard such a poor excuse, Lin Xu was indeed somewhat annoyed. This dragon is clearly not giving face! Gentle advice would probably be ineffective, so Lin Xu collected his smile and glared with his eyes wide open, pointing at the Great River Dragon King and sternly asked:

  "Hmph, you say you don't know? It's fine to deceive ordinary people with such words, but to speak such nonsense in front of me, do you think I'm a fool?"

  The four rivers, including the Yangtze River, are the most important freshwater systems outside of the Four Seas that surround the entire continent. The term "river" here refers to large rivers with independent sources and mouths. In the Central Plains region, the four rivers are undoubtedly the most important terrestrial water system. As a result, the Dragon Kings who rule over the Four Seas and the Four River Dragons can be considered the highest ruling class among aquatic creatures, with the gods of other lakes and rivers on land mostly being subordinate vassal forces under their command.

  Seeing that the great Dragon Lord still dared to deceive him in front of his own face, Lin Xu could no longer suppress the flames in his heart and kicked over the ceramic incense burner placed on the edge of the well, cursing loudly at the other party.

  Since the facade has been torn apart, Da Jiang Long Jun, who was never a kind-hearted person, also put on a cold smile and said:

  "The emperor is ill, just offer one hundred and eighty beautiful women to comfort him, and the mountain will naturally be safe. If not, hum!"

  The story of Hebo's marriage has been included in elementary school language textbooks, and it can be said that everyone knows about it. However, Lin Xu never expected that he would encounter such a thing one day.

  In fact, ordinary water gods like Long Jun are different from heavenly gods who need to abide by the Heavenly Code. If they want to, getting married and having children is a normal thing, it's just that in most cases, this kind of marriage also needs to consider emotional factors such as mutual affection. This big river dragon king is extremely shameless, first causing disaster with heavy rain in a certain place, and then demanding beautiful women as offerings, this behavior is truly extreme and can be called a rare rogue in the world.

  What is called a slap in the face, Da Jiang Long Jun this is simply a blatant and public slap in the face! Lin Xu may not care about what beauty or not, but being coerced by the other party in front of him, it really exceeded his tolerance limit, can't help but use fists to reason.

  At this time, Lin Xu, who was extremely angry and laughing instead, gritted his teeth and said:

  "One hundred and eighty beauties? Alright, today I'll let you know why the flowers are so red!"

  Before his words had fallen, Lin Xu strode forward with large steps, and in his hand appeared the Seven Star Sword, its blade flashing with a cold light that seemed to pierce the air. The sword's tip pointed directly at Da Jiang Long Jun, who was shocked and lost.

  Approximately in the usual days, the Dragon King of the Yangtze River was used to being tyrannical on both banks of the river. The Dragon King never expected that one day he would be blocked and beaten by others in his own temple, so he didn't even bring a single follower with him. Even if the Yangtze River is only less than two miles away from the Linjiang Temple, how could Lin Xuan possibly give the Dragon King of the Yangtze River time to gather his subordinates?

  Lin Xu was already furious and had no time to think about the consequences, so as soon as he started, he used his killing move, shouting loudly:

  "Seven Stars Slashing Demons! One flash! Two flashes! Three flashes!"

  In this riverside pavilion, originally shaded by green trees and fragrant with flowers and woods, the elegant atmosphere that transcended the world could no longer be found, but had turned into a bloody battlefield where swords clashed.

  Lin Xue's white sword light swept across the horizon, like a chrysanthemum blooming in full glory. Wherever the sword light reached, whether it was grass, wood, brick or stone, everything shattered into pieces with a loud crash. What was even more frightening was that all the damaged objects showed clear and neat cutting edges, as if they had been sliced by a sharp blade.

  This seven-star sword, forged by the ancient cultivator Ling Xuzi, is indeed a sharp and unparalleled treasure. Recently, Lin Xu has also become quite skilled with this sword, so he specially retrieved all the content under the category of swordsmanship from the data that was forcibly instilled in his mind by the previous Mountain God. After studying it thoroughly, Lin Xu's swordsmanship may not be particularly brilliant, but at least it has escaped the initial stage where he would only draw his sword and slash randomly.

  When dealing with a target the size of a human body, Lin Xu's movements were quite elegant and carefree, reminiscent of a swordsman in a martial arts film, as if he was floating on the wind.

  "Rage! You dare to hurt me, I will exterminate your nine clans."

  His legitimate mother can testify that Da Jiang Long Kun Ao Ping is a 100% pure-blooded true dragon descendant, not one of those hybrid dragons born from mixed blood. His scales are as hard as fine steel, and ordinary iron can't even scratch his skin.

  Alas! When a person is unlucky, even drinking cold water can get stuck in their teeth. Ao Ping, who has been dressed in brocade and eaten fine food all his life, today encountered a stroke of bad luck.

  Lin Xu's Seven-Star Sword was too sharp, cutting through gold and jade like a hot knife through butter. Even the dragon tribe's proud innate scales couldn't withstand it.

  Just a moment ago, the proud Da Jiang Long Jun, who was extorting Lin Xu, suddenly found himself pierced by the swift and fierce sword light of Qixing Sword, which opened three bloody holes in his body. As golden and crimson blood gushed out like water from a fire hose, it seemed as if the floodgates had been opened.

  When the unique resistance of the sword light piercing into the flesh came back, Lin Xu still didn't forget to follow the sword technique he had practiced. He subconsciously shook his wrist, and the high-speed trembling sword light of the Seven Star Sword instantly stirred up a mess of blood and flesh at the wound on Da Jiang Long Jun's body. As a result, the intense pain transmitted from the wound made Da Jiang Long Jun let out a miserable cry. At this point, he could no longer care about any face-saving issues, turned into a rain cloud, and fled towards the vast river waters in the south like flying.

  Seeing this scene, Lin Xu let out a cold snort and sheathed his sword, showing no intention of continuing to pursue the victory.

  In the mortal world, private struggles between gods are no big deal; it's only when things get out of hand that it becomes a real big deal.

  The dragon tribe is one of the important pillars that maintain the operation of heaven and earth, responsible for the circulation work of all water systems, they are indispensable roles.

  Lin Xu was not afraid of the heavenly court's punishment, but he also did not want to escalate his personal conflict with the lecherous dragon into a sharp confrontation with the entire dragon clan. Although he had injured the Dragon King of the Great River, it was only a personal grudge that could be resolved in the future. If Lin Xu were to kill the lecherous dragon in a fit of rage, those who would come to demand justice from him would definitely be powerful backers at the level of the Four Seas Dragon Kings. At that time, this matter would not be easy to settle!

  Even with injuries, Da Jiang Long still didn't forget to show off his verbal skills. He turned back and saw that Lin Xiang hadn't chased after him, slightly letting out a breath of relief, and with a venomous gaze at Lin Xiang, loudly said:

  "You've got spirit, kid! Fate brought us together in this mountain and water landscape. Let's see where our journey takes us."

  Lin Xu felt too lazy to bother with this guy who didn't even know his own weight, so he stopped talking. A little later, he touched his head and suddenly realized that he had forgotten something.

  Although he had successfully repaired the mastermind behind the scenes, Da Jiang Long Jun, he couldn't stop the heavy rain, Lin Xu muttered to himself in frustration:

  "Hmm, I guess I was so focused on getting this off my chest that I forgot about the main issue. Sigh, never mind, worst comes to worst, I'll just have to think of another solution when I get back."

  At this scene, the two deputy generals who came with Lin Xu were speechless. This old man usually looked like a gentle and good-tempered person, but once he got angry, he was like a flood that would destroy everything, really not easy to serve!

  Have you not seen? The Yellow River's waters come from heaven, rushing to the sea, never to return.

  Just as Li Bai said in this poem, no matter how much rain falls to the ground, it will eventually gather into a babbling brook and flow back into the vast ocean.

  If it is impossible to stop the rain from happening, then conversely clearing away the excess accumulated water will also properly solve the problem of facing flood threats.

  After Lin Xu had a close and emotional exchange with the ignorant Da Jiang Long, he came up with a plan to open up a new drainage channel to quickly restore the water level in Huo Mountain to its normal height.

  It's easy to know the world, but hard to do it. To open up a river course, for ordinary people in the agricultural era, it is indeed a thousand difficulties and ten thousand dangers, but for gods, this matter is not too difficult. It's just that Lin Xu is now having some trouble, the trouble lies in the fact that time is running out, the flood formed by the continuous heavy rain in Huo Mountain cannot be drained through the old river course, Lin Xu also dare not play the trick of using the neighboring village as a dam, and can only use his divine technique to temporarily restrain the flood and turn it into a suspended river on the ground. Maintaining this expedient measure consumes Lin Xu's divine power at every moment, this is a death game racing against time.

  "Ah! Open!"

  "Boom——"

  Every time Lin Xu swung the Mountain Whip, the ground in front of him would collapse and sink more than ten meters deep, forming a long and narrow trench over a hundred meters long.

  It had to be said that this time, the new river-opening project was done in Lin Xu's repeated swings of the magical artifact that had once moved mountains and filled seas, as well as his hoarse shouts, and hastily got on horseback.