Chapter 387 The Kidnapped Fierce God, Flowing History

Under the waters of the East China Sea.

Fang Feng, who was dressed as a fisherman lying flat, sat cross-legged on a stone and scratched his toes. His companion over there, a young man, looked angrily at the front. , but now the most majestic looking man is in a state of embarrassment.

"I am the ancient god of mountains and seas, the desolate god of Sakurajima, and I..."

There was a snap, but the words were not finished yet.

The young man slammed the chain directly on the man, making him tremble, and yelled out loudly.

The young man coughed and spat, and said with a smirk, "Grandma, you have a shrunken leg, what are you talking about, repeat? Be careful, I'll chop off nine of your heads to eat with wine."

"Besides, do you agree or not?"

Xiang Liu was stunned: "Agree to what?"

The young man on the opposite side got angry and said fiercely, "How dare you talk back?"

"Do you agree?!"

"Do you agree?!"

Every time he asked a question, he slammed the chain directly, whipping it like a whip. The barbarian Xiangliu, who was once dubbed Yamata no Orochi, had his nose bruised and his face swollen, but he always upheld his integrity and disagreed every time.

Fang Feng felt that he couldn't just touch the fish and lie down.

After all, they are also descendants of Xiangliu ethnicity.

If it really doesn't work, lose Xiangliu's people, and also lose Gonggong people.

After all, the lord humiliated his ministers to death and maintained the face of the lord, which was also the task they had to complete.

Looking left and right, there was no suitable chain, and after a moment of silence, Fang Feng pulled the seven wolves off his trousers, shook them, and with a snap, the water flow was pushed away, and the two of them had a good meal at Xiangliu, and finally even The bodies of the giants and the water god were all exhausted, and the man Xiangliu transformed was beaten black and blue.

The young man was dressed roughly and scolded, "Do you agree or not?"

Xiang Liu gritted his teeth: "Agree to what!"

"Hehe, the mouth is quite stiff, with the characteristics of your ancestors."

The young man supported his knees and said with a sneer, "Wait, wait until your grandpa recovers, and then I will cut you."

Xiang Liu burst into tears, and roared almost brokenly:

"I'm asking what you agree to!"

"Agree, agree, agree, what do you want me to agree to, what do you agree to, you tell me!"

"Agreed to what!"

The atmosphere was silent and awkward for a moment.

Fang Feng: "..."

Young Water God: "..."

Fang Feng's mouth twitched, and he looked at his companion next to him: "Didn't you tell him?"

The young man looked at Fang Feng stiffly: "I thought you said it."

Fang Feng opened his mouth: "He was obviously brought back by you."

The young man said: "But I just went to your house and removed that jar of pickled vegetables."

Fang Feng nodded: "Yes."

After a pause, he turned his head abruptly:

"Um??!"

After a while, Xiang Liu, who had been beaten so badly that his parents didn't recognize him, realized that he had changed from a snake to a lizard. To wake up, the organization needs your strength.

The ancient water god, the demon god Xiangliu, counterattacked Shenzhou and was undefeated.

Xiang Liu was very excited when he heard it.

Then choose to decline.

The ancient water god revived and flooded the world, isn't it majestic?

This is so fucking grand.

But what does this have to do with a little guy like him?

It doesn't matter!

Isn't he a natural cannon fodder when he participates in this kind of thing, a supporting role that is hung up and beaten by the front character, plus experience points for the genius disciple on the opposite side, and in the end, even the inner alchemy with snake skin and snake blood is cleaned up and stewed into a pot Did you swallow the food?

Some time ago, he said that the firework was set off and Fuyue was blown upside down. He still vividly remembers it. If that person comes back again, chop him up, add some cooking wine, onion, ginger and garlic to stew , who would he cry to?

He has nine heads.

He is not stupid.

He is very smart.

However, Xiang Liu, who upholds such beliefs, honestly confessed in the end.

There is no other reason.

I just feel that, after all, it is a matter of ancestors, so it doesn't seem very good to ignore it like this.

Moreover, Gonggong, the god of water, was the top god in ancient times after all.

Showing a little bit, you can make yourself advance by leaps and bounds.

"So, two old ancestors, can you move the guy away?"

Xiang Liu stiffly accompanied him with a smile. After honestly signing the ancient contract, Fang Feng and the young man slowly removed the frame around his neck and stabbed the ground one by one. With this thing in place, Even after this, it was too late for Xiang Liu to repent.

This is the power of the legendary Three Emperors and Five Emperors period.

The last inheritor of the way of congenital gossip, the pioneer of the Shenzhou ephemeris algorithm, is also the method left by the ancestors of the Shang Dynasty. No one in the future can break it. From now on, he Xiangliu is the snake of Gonggong If Gonggong tells him to go east, he cannot go west. Gonggong tells him to eat chaff, but he must not drink water.

In short, there is no right to snake, it's miserable.

Fang Feng nodded in satisfaction, and immediately prepared to talk about the fact that the friend next to him just moved his pickle jar, but seeing the appearance of the young man, he didn't know what to say, and finally sighed helplessly. He took a deep breath and said, "Since you want to eat delicious food, why don't you go to Shenzhou to have a look?"

The young man rubbed his face and said, "Wuzhiqi woke up."

"I have a bit of trouble with him. If he finds out that I have appeared in Shenzhou, he will definitely fight me."

Fang Feng's mouth twitched, and he said: "Who told you to control the Yellow River to seize the waters of the Huai River? Bingyi, you are not Wuzhiqi's opponent in the first place, and it's not that you don't know his temper. You do this kind of thing , never thought he would wake up?"

Bingyi was silent for a while, then murmured: "Who knew he would wake up so quickly?"

"I just wanted to take a shortcut."

"Who would have thought that Ying Long would leave, but the Yellow River directly snatched the waterway of the Huai River."

"As for why you don't go back to Shenzhou, isn't there actually another reason?"

Fang Feng thought of this friend's experience back then, and fell silent without saying anything else—in fact, unlike Fang Feng who had always been in a state of indifference, Bingyi, as one of the four gods of the river, had a great deal of respect for the water god Gonggong. Recovery, with considerable enthusiasm and expectations.

Back then, another companion was shot dead by Emperor Shi Huang with a war bow.

Fang Feng never made a move, neither did Bingyi.

It's not that he doesn't want to make a move, but that he really can't do it, or that the injuries from the past are still there.

One of these injuries came from ancient times.

Back then, He Bo originally planned to join King Yu's flood control team as a second-five boy.

It's a pity that King Yu is a Tie Hanhan, and the potter next to him is also a Tie Hanhan.

Question Qi and Nvjiao are first-class shrewd.

In the end, he fell off because of fishing, and was beaten by the number one thug in Kunlun Mountains, Ying Long Gengchen.

After that, Bing Yi went to the Central Plains again. At that time, it was still in the Spring and Autumn Period. A scholar carried a white jade biscuit and crossed the Yellow River. No one knew what kind of mission that young scholar was carrying on his way alone. , and even took the Yellow River in a panic.

But Bing Yi saw that the material of jade bi is special, similar to He's Bi, it can be used to suppress and accommodate divinity, and it is a material that is enough to break the seal of the water god, so he forcibly blocked the way, and first sent his subordinates to stir up the wind and rain on the Yellow River Dazuo, and then sent two dragons to kill the scholar.

Jiaolong, okay!

How troublesome is it to kill a weak scholar?

Isn't it just the effort of sprinkling water?

As a result, the scholar "mixed the biscuit on the left, and wielded the sword on the right, and he would die if he hit the Jiao".

A fierce batch.

In the end, he threw the jade bi to He Bo in disdain, as if it were a charity.

He Bo was so angry that he ran away and threw it back again, but the scholar sneered three times, smashed the thing, and left with a flick of his sleeve, meaning that the jade is dirty and I don't want it.

Bing Yi was dumbfounded.

When it comes to the skill of yin and yang strange qi, it still depends on the scholar.

He Bo hasn't seen such cruelty for many years.

Among Gong Gong's subordinates, which one has a better temper?

In the end, he was so angry that he found the scholar's teacher, his heart was ruthless, and he wanted to kill the scholar's teacher.

Then, then there is no then.

At that time, Bing Yi was half dead and dragged back to heal his wounds. When Fang Feng asked, he realized that this guy hadn't been able to deceive the scholar's teacher at all. He exposed that he planned to rob at the beginning, but he didn't rob or fight in the end. Couldn't even say it.

Because this scholar who directly killed the dragon with a sword and kicked the god of the Yellow River Hebo over, with a strange yin and yang aura, and a group of fierce scholars named Tantai Mieming, also known as Ziyu, he has a very reasonable teacher, called Confucius.

And a fierce scholar like Tantai Mieming.

Nima still has a full seventy-one.

When the furious Bingyi was about to get rid of Confucius, he kicked open the door and shouted that whoever is called Confucius stood up and died.

The reading in the room stopped abruptly.

Then the burly men holding the bamboo slips slowly turned around and stared at him quietly.

A man named Zilu silently pulled out a sword from the bamboo slips.

After thinking about it, he put down the sword, picked up a big ax from the side, and weighed it.

With deep eyes, he sneered.

In the silence, one of the most powerful big men stopped playing the piano, smiled and said:

"Have friends come from afar……"

Amidst the creaking sound, the wooden door slowly closed.

Scholars stood up one by one, their muscular bodies cast heavy shadows on He Bo's face, and without a sound, Bing Yi's gaze changed from a bird's-eye view to a head-on gaze, and finally his gaze slowly lifted up to see the tallest one. Covering the sun directly, the corners of Bingyi's mouth twitched——

You care about this...

Called a scholar?

………………

Hebo Bingyi, who recovered from the tragic memories he didn't want to look back on, was silent for a long time. His past experience taught him two communication methods: convincing others with reasoning and convincing others with reasoning. Xiangliu is the new generation Perhaps this is the so-called inheritance that those scholars said, it is immortal from generation to generation... Bing Yi suppressed his distracting thoughts, let out a foul breath, and said:

"By the way, when I went to get the pickle jar, I found a letter. It seems that a monk who was staying with you has left."

Fang Feng was slightly taken aback.

Bingyi said: "It seems that I went to a museum, saying that I went to find some answers."

Fang Feng said to himself slowly: "Museum?"

"Wei Yuan...?"

PS: Today's second update... 3,200 words. Slow down again.

There should be a third update today... Maybe the number of words is slightly less

There is a legend that Hebo presented the river map and Luoshu to Yu Dayu, but it is not Hebo in the ancient books, but it is only attached to Bingyi by later generations.

"During the time of Yao, Yu looked at the river. There was a tall man with a white face and a fish body. He came out and said, "My river is the essence." He called Yu and said, "Management of the water by the order of literature. After speaking, he gave the picture of the Yu River, and talked about water control... Luoshu Guishu It's for Hong Fan.